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ith a bass voice。 It is the ghost； the king； a king and no king； and the player is Shakespeare who has studied Hamlet all the years of his life which were not vanity in order to play the part of the spectre。 He speaks the words to Burbage； the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth； calling him by a name：
Hamlet； I am thy father's spirit
bidding him list。 To a son he speaks； the son of his soul； the prince； young Hamlet and to the son of his body； Hamnet Shakespeare； who has died in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever。
Is it possible that that player Shakespeare； a ghost by absence； and in the vesture of buried Denmark； a ghost by death； speaking his own words to his own son's name （had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been prince Hamlet's twin） is it possible； I want to know； or probable that he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises： you are the dispossessed son： I am the murdered father： your mother is the guilty queen。 Ann Shakespeare； born Hathaway？
But this prying into the family life of a great man； Russell began impatiently。
Art thou there； truepenny？
Interesting only to the parish clerk。 I mean； we have the plays。 I mean when we read the poetry of King Lear what is it to us how the poet lived？ As for living； our servants can do that for us； Villiers de l'Isle has said。 Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the day； the poet's drinking； the poet's debts。 We have King Lear： and it is immortal。
Mr Best's face appealed to； agreed。
Flow over them with your waves and with your waters；
Mananaan； Mananaan MacLir。。。
How now； sirrah； that pound he lent you when you were hungry？
Marry； I wanted it。
Take thou this noble。
Go to！ You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson's bed； clergyman's daughter。 Agenbite of inwit。
Do you intend to pay it back？
O； yes。
When？ Now？
Well。。。 no。
When； then？
I paid my way。 I paid my way。
Steady on。 He's from beyant Boyne water。 The northeast corner。 You owe it。
Wait。 Five months。 Molecules all change。 I am other I now。 Other I got pound。
Buzz。 Buzz。
But I； entelechy； form of forms； am I by memory because under everchanging forms。
I that sinned and prayed and fasted。
A child Conmee saved from pandies。
I； I and I。 I。
A。E。I。O。U。
Do you mean to fly in the face of the tradition of three centuries？ John Eglinton's carping voice asked。 Her ghost at least has been laid for ever。 She died； for literature at least； before she was born。
She died； Stephen retorted； sixtyseven years after she was born。 She saw him into and out of the world。 She took his first embraces。 She bore his children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep his eyelids closed when he lay on his deathbed。
Mother's deathbed。 Candle。 The sheeted mirror。 Who brought me into this world lies there； bronzelidded； under few cheap flowers。 Liliata rutilantium。
I wept alone。
John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp。
The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake； he said； and got out of it as quickly and as best he could。
Bosh！ Stephen said rudely。 A man of genius makes no mistakes。 His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery。
Portals of discovery opened to let in the quaker librarian； softcreakfooted； bald； eared and assiduous。
A shrew； John Eglinton said shrewdly； is not a useful portal of discovery； one should imagine。 What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe？
Dialectic； Stephen answered： and from his mother how to bring thoughts into the world。 What he learnt from his other wife Myrto （absit nomen！） Socratididion's Epipsychidion； no man； not a woman； will ever know。 But neither the midwife's lore nor the caudlectures saved him from the archons of Sinn Fein and their noggin of hemlock。
But Ann Hathaway？ Mr Best's quiet voice said forgetfully。 Yes； we seem to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her。
His look went from brooder's beard to carper's skull； to remind； to chide them not unkindly； then to the baldpink lollard costard； guiltless though maligned。
He had a good groatsworth of wit； Stephen said； and no truant memory。 He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling The girl I left behind me。 If the earthquake did not time it we should know where to place poor Wat； sitting in his form； the cry of hounds； the studded bridle and her blue windows。 That memory； Venus and Adonis； lay in the bedchamber of every light…of…love in London。 Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured？ Hortensio calls her young and beautiful。 Do you think the writer of Antony and Cleopatra； a passionate pilgrim； had his eyes in the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire to lie withal？ Good： he left her and gained the world of men。 But his boywomen are the women of a boy。 Their life； thought； speech are lent them by males。 He chose badly？ He was chosen； it seems to me。 If others have their will Ann hath a way。 By cock； she was to blame。 She put the ether on him； sweet and twentysix。 The greyeyed goddess who bends over the boy Adonis； stooping to conquer； as prologue to the swelling act； is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger than herself。
And my turn？ When？
e！
Ryefield； Mr Best said brightly； gladly； raising his new book； gladly brightly。
He murmured then with blonde delight for all：
Between the acres of the rye
These pretty countryfolk would lie。
Paris： the wellpleased pleaser。
A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its cooperative watch。
I am afraid I am due at the Homestead。
Whither away？ Exploitable ground。
Are you going； John Eglinton's active eyebrows asked。 Shall we see you at Moore's tonight？ Piper is ing。
Piper！ Mr Best piped。 Is Piper back？
Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper。
I don't know if I can。 Thursday。 We have our meeting。 If I can get away in time。
Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers。 Isis Unveiled。 Their Pali book we tried to pawn。 Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an Aztec logos； functioning on astral levels； their oversoul； mahamahatma。 The faithful hermetists await the light； ripe for chelaship； ringroundabout him。 Louis H。 Victory。 T。 Caulfield Irwin。 Lotus ladies tend them i'the eyes； their pineal glands aglow。 Filled with his god he thrones； Buddh under plantain。 Gulfer of souls； engulfer。 Hesouls； shesouls； shoals of souls。 Engulfed with wailing creecries； whirled； whirling； they bewail。
In quintessential triviality
For years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt。
They say we are to have a literary surprise； the quaker librarian said； friendly and earnest。 Mr Russell； rumour has it； is gathering together a sheaf of our younger poets' verses。 We are all looking forward anxiously。
Anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces； lighted； shone。
See this。 Remember。
Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen； hung on his ashplanthandle over his knee。 My casque and sword。 Touch lightly with two index fingers。 Aristotle's experiment。 One or two？ Necessity is that in virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise。 Argai； one hat is