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Decent soul。 Bit addled now。 Thinks he'll win in Answers poets' picture puzzle。 We hand you crisp five pound note。 Bird sitting hatching in a nest。 Lay of the last minstrel he thought it was。 See blank tee what domestic animal？ Tee dash ar most courageous mariner。 Good voice he has still。 No eunuch yet with all his belongings。
Listen。 Bloom listened。 Richie Goulding listened。 And by the door deaf Pat； bald Pat； tipped Pat； listened。
The chords harped slower。
The voice of penance and of grief came slow； embellished； tremulous。 Ben's contrite beard confessed： in nomine Domini； in God's name。 He knelt。 He beat his hand upon his breast； confessing： mea culpa。
Latin again。 That holds them like birdlime。 Priest with the munion corpus for those women。 Chap in the mortuary； coffin or coffey； corpusnomine。 Wonder where that rat is by now。 Scrape。
Tap。
They listened： tankards and Miss Kennedy； George Lidwell eyelid well expressive； fullbusted satin； Kernan； Si。
The sighing voice of sorrow sang。 His sins。 Since easter he had cursed three 'times。 You bitch's bast。 And once at masstime he had gone to play。 Once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he had not prayed。 A boy。 A croppy boy。
Bronze； listening by the beerpull； gazed far away。 Soulfully。 Doesn't half know I'm。 Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking。
Bronze gazed far sideways。 Mirror there。 Is that best side of her face？ They always know。 Knock at the door。 tip to titivate。
Cockcarracarra。
What do they think when they hear music？ Way to catch rattlesnakes。 Night Michael Gunn gave us the box。 Tuning up。 Shah of Persia liked that best。 Remind him of home sweet home。 Wiped his nose in curtain too。 Custom his country perhaps。 That's music too。 Not as bad as it sounds。 Tootling。 Brasses braying asses through uptrunks。 Doublebasses； helpless； gashes in their sides。 Woodwinds mooing cows。 Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws。 Woodwind like Goodwin's name。
She looked fine。 Her crocus dress she wore； lowcut； belongings on show。 Clove her breath was always in theatre when she bent to ask a question。 Told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papa's。 Hypnotised； listening。 Eyes like that。 She bent。 Chap in dresscircle； staring down into her with his operaglass for all he was worth。 Beauty of music you must hear twice。 Nature woman half a look。 God made the country man the tune。 Met him pike hoses。 Philosophy。 O rocks！
All gone。 All fallen。 At the siege of Ross his father； at Gorey all his brothers fell。 To Wexford； we are the boys of Wexford； he would。 of his name and race。
I too； last my race。 Milly young student。 Well； my fault perhaps。 No son。 Rudy。 Too late now。 Or if not？ If not？ If still？
He bore no hate。
Hate。 Love。 Those are names。 Rudy。 Soon I am old。
Big Ben his voice unfolded。 Great voice； Richie Goulding said； a flush struggling in his pale； to Bloom； soon old but when was young。
Ireland es now。 My country above the King。 She listens。 Who fears to speak of nineteen four？ Time to be shoving。 Looked enough。
Bless me； father； Dollard the croppy cried。 Bless me and let me go。
Tap。
Bloom looked； unblessed to go。 Got up to kill： on eighteen bob a week。 Fellows shell out the dibs。 Want to keep your weathereye open。 Those girls； those lovely。 By the sad sea waves。 Chorusgirl's romance。 Letters read out for breach of promise。 From Chickabiddy's own Mumpsypum。 Laughter in court。 Henry。 I never signed it。 The lovely name you。
Low sank the music； air and words。 Then hastened。 The false priest rustling soldier from his cassock。 A yeoman captain。 They know it all by heart。 The thrill they itch for。 Yeoman cap。
Tap。 Tap。
Thrilled； she listened； bending in sympathy to hear。
Blank face。 Virgin should say： or fingered only。 Write something on it： page。 If not what bees of them？ Decline； despair。 Keeps them young。 Even admire themselves。 See。 Play on her。 Lip blow。 Body of white woman； a flute alive。 Blow gentle。 Loud。 Three holes all women。 Goddess I didn't see。 They want it： not too much polite。 That's why he gets them。 Gold in your pocket； brass in your face。 With look to look： songs without words。 Molly that hurdygurdy boy。 She knew he meant the monkey was sick。 Or because so like the Spanish。 Understand animals too that way。 Solomon did。 Gift of nature。
Ventriloquise。 My lips closed。 Think in my stom。 What？
Will？ You？ I。 Want。 You。 To。
With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed。 Swelling in apoplectic bitch's bastard。 A good thought； boy； to e。 One hour's your time to live； your last。
Tap。 Tap。
Thrill now。 Pity they feel。 To wipe away a tear for martyrs。 For all things dying； want to； dying to； die。 For that all things born。 Poor Mrs Purefoy。 Hope she's over。 Because their wombs。
A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes； calmly； hearing。 See real beauty of the eye when she not speaks。 On yonder river。 At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave （her heaving embon） red rose rose slowly； sank red rose。 Heartbeats her breath： breath that is life。 And all the tiny tiny fernfoils trembled of maidenhair。
But look。 The bright stars fade。 O rose！ Castille。 The morn。 Ha。 Lidwell。 For him then not for。 Infatuated。 I like that？ See her from here though。 Popped corks； splashes of beerfroth； stacks of empties。
On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand lightly； plumply； leave it to my hands。 All lost in pity for croppy。 Fro； to： to； fro： over the polished knob （she knows his eyes； my eyes； her eyes） her thumb and finger passed in pity： passed； repassed and； gently touching； then slid so smoothly； slowly down； a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring。
With a cock with a carra。
Tap。 Tap。 Tap。
I hold this house。 Amen。 He gnashed in fury。 Traitors swing。
The chords consented。 Very sad thing。 But had to be。
Get out before the end。 Thanks； that was heavenly。 Where's my hat。 Pass by her。 Can leave that Freeman。 Letter I have。 Suppose she were the？ No。 Walk； walk； walk。 Like Cashel Boylo Connoro Coylo Tisdall Maurice Tisntdall Farrell； Waaaaaaalk。
Well； I must be。 Are you off？ Yrfmstbyes。 Blmstup。 O'er ryehigh blue。 Bloom stood up。 Ow。 Soap feeling rather sticky behind。 Must have sweated： music。 That lotion； remember。 Well； so long。 High grade。 Card inside； yes。
By deaf Pat in the doorway； straining ear； Bloom passed。
At Geneva barrack that young man died。 At Passage was his body laid。 Dolor！ O； he dolores！ The voice of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer。
By rose； by satiny bosom； by the fondling hand； by slops； by empties； by popped corks； greeting in going； past eyes and maidenhair； bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow； went Bloom； soft Bloom； I feel so lonely Bloom。
Tap。 Tap。 Tap。
Pray for him； prayed the bass of Dollard。 You who hear in peace。 Breathe a prayer； drop a tear； good men； good people。 He was the croppy boy。
Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway heard growls and roars of bravo； fat back…slapping； their boots all treading； boots not the boots the boy。 General chorus off for a swill to wash it down。 Glad I avoided。
e on； Ben； Simon Dedalus said。 By God； you're as good as ever you were