The bright stars fade。。。
A voiceless song sang from within； singing：
。。。 the morn is breaking。
A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands。 Brightly the keys； all twinkling； linked； all harpsichording； called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn； of youth； of love's leavetaking； life's； love's morn。
The dewdrops pearl。。。
Lenehan's lips over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy。
But look this way； he said； rose of Castille。
Jingle jaunted by the curb and stopped。
She rose and closed her reading； rose of Castille。 Fretted forlorn； dreamily rose。
Did she fall or was she pushed？ he asked her。
She answered； slighting：
Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies。
Like lady； ladylike。
Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he strode。 Yes； gold from anear by bronze from afar。 Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him：
See the conquering hero es。
Between the car and window； warily walking； went Bloom； unconquered hero。 See me he might。 The seat he sat on： warm。 Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag； lifted aloft saluting。
And I from thee。。。
I heard you were round； said Blazes Boylan。
He touched to fair Miss Kennedy a rim of his slanted straw。 She smiled on him。 But sister bronze outsmiled her； preening for him her richer hair； a bosom and a rose。
Boylan bespoke potions。
What's your cry？ Glass of bitter？ Glass of bitter； please； and a sloegin for me。 Wire in yet？
Not yet。 At four he。 All said four。
Cowley's red lugs and Adam's apple in the door of the sheriff's office。 Avoid。 Goulding a chance。 What is he doing in the Ormond？ Car waiting。 Wait。
Hello。 Where off to？ Something to eat？ I too was just。 In here。 What； Ormond？ Best value in Dublin。 Is that so？ Diningroom。 Sit tight there。 See； not be seen。 I think I'll join you。 e on。 Richie led on。 Bloom followed bag。 Dinner fit for a prince。
Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon； stretching her satin arm； her bust； that all but burst； so high。
O！ O！ jerked Lenehan； gasping at each stretch。 O！
But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph。
Why don't you grow？ asked Blazes Boylan。
Shebronze； dealing from her jar thick syrupy liquor for his lips； looked as it flowed （flower in his coat： who gave him？）； and syrupped with her voice：
Fine goods in small parcels。
That is to say she。 Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe。
Here's fortune； Blazes said。
He pitched a broad coin down。 Coin rang。
Hold on； said Lenehan； till I。。。
Fortune； he wished； lifting his bubbled ale。
Sceptre will win in a canter； he said。
I plunged a bit； said Boylan winking and drinking。 Not on my own； you know。 Fancy of a friend of mine。
Lenehan still drank and grinned at his tilted ale and at Miss Douce's lips that all but hummed； not shut； the oceansong her lips had trilled。 Idolores。 The eastern seas。
Clock whirred。 Miss Kennedy passed their way （flower； wonder who gave）； bearing away teatray。 Clock clacked。
Miss Douce took Boylan's coin； struck boldly the cashregister。 It clanged。 Clock clacked。 Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the till and hummed and handed coins in change。 Look to the west。 A clack。 For me。
What time is that？ asked Blazes Boylan。 Four？
O'clock。
Lenehan； small eyes ahunger on her humming； bust ahumming； tugged Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve。
Let's hear the time； he said。
The bag of Goulding； Collis； Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables。 Aimless he chose with agitated aim； bald Pat attending； a table near the door。 Be near。 At four。 Has he forgotten？ Perhaps a trick。 Not e： whet appetite。 I couldn't do。 Wait； wait。 Pat； waiter； waited。
Sparkling bronze azure eyed Blazure's skyblue bow and eyes。
Go on； pressed Lenehan。 There's no…one。 He never heard。
。。。 to Flora's lips did hie。
High； a high note； pealed in the treble； clear。
Bronzedouce； muning with her rose that sank and rose； sought Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes。
Please； please。
He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal。
I could not leave thee。。。
Afterwits； Miss Douce promised coyly。
No； now； urged Lenehan。 Sonnezlacloche！ O do！ There's no…one。
She looked。 Quick。 Miss Kenn out of earshot。 Sudden bent。 Two kindling faces watched her bend。
Quavering the chords strayed from the air； found it again； lost chord； and lost and found it faltering。
Go on！ Do！ Sonnez！
Bending； she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee。 Delayed。 Taunted them still； bending； suspending； with wilful eyes。
Sonnez！
Smack。 She let free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable woman's warmhosed thigh。
La cloche！ cried gleeful Lenehan。 Trained by owner。 No sawdust there。
She smilesmirked supercilious （wept！ aren't men？）； but； lightward gliding； mild she smiled on Boylan。
You're the essence of vulgarity； she in gliding said。
Boyland； eyed； eyed。 Tossed to fat lips his chalice； drankoff his tiny chalice； sucking the last fat violet syrupy drops。 He spellbound eyes went after her gliding head as it went down the bar by mirrors； gilded arch for ginger ale； hock and claret glasses shimmering； a spiky shell； where it concerted； mirrored； bronze with sunnier bronze。
Yes； bronze from anearby。
。。。 Sweetheart； goodbye！
I'm off； said Boylan with impatience。
He slid his chalice brisk away； grasped his change。
Wait a shake； begged Lenehan； drinking quickly。 I wanted to tell you。 Tom Rochford。。。
e on to blazes； said Blazes Boylan； going。
Lenehan gulped to go。
Got the horn or what？ he said。 Wait。 I'm ing。
He followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by nimbly by the threshold； saluting forms； a bulky with a slender。
How do you do Mr Dollard？
Eh？ How do？ How do？ Ben Dollard's vague bass answered； turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe。 He won't give you any trouble； Bob。 All Bergan will speak to the long fellow。 We'll put a barleystraw in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time。
Sighing； Mr Dedalus came through the saloon； a finger soothing an eyelid。
Hoho； we will； Ben Dollard yodled jollily。 e on； Simon； give us a ditty。 We heard the piano。
Bald Pat； bothered waiter； waited for drink orders； Power for Richie。 And Bloom？ Let me see。 Not make him walk twice。 His corns。 Four now。 How warm this black is。 Course nerves a bit。 Refracts （is it？） heat。 Let me see。 Cider。 Yes； bottle of cider。
What's that？ Mr Dedalus said。 I was only vamping； man。
e on； e on； Ben Dollar called。 Begone； dull care。 e； Bob。
He ambled Dollard； bulky slops； before them （hold that fellow with the： hold him now） into the saloon。 He plumped him Dollard on the stool。 His gouty paws plumped chords。 Plumped stopped abrupt。
Bald Pat in the doorway met tealess gold returning。 Bothered he wanted Power and cider。 Bronze by the window watched； bronze from afar。
Jingle a tinkle jaunted。
Bloom heard a jing； a little sound。 He's off。 Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the silent bluehued flowers。 Jingling。 He's gone。 Jingle。 Hear。
Love and war； Ben； Mr Dedalus said。 God be with old times。
Miss Douce's brave eyes； unregarded； turned from the crossblind； smitten by sunlight。 Gone。 Pensive （who knows？）； smitten （the smiting light）； she lowered the dropblind with a sliding cord。 She drew down pensive （why did he go so quick when I？） about her bronze over the bar where bald stood by sister gold； inexquisite contrast； contrast inexquisite nonexquisite； slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of shadow； eau de Nil。
Poor old Goodwin was the pianist that night； Father Cowley reminded them。 There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the Collard grand。
There was。
A symposium all his own； Mr Dedalus said。 The devil wouldn't stop him。 He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink。
God； do you remember？ Ben bulky Dollard said； turning from the punished keyboard。 And by Japers I had no wedding garment。
They laughed all three。 He had no wed。 All trio laughed。 No wedding garment。
Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night； Mr Dedalus said。 Where's my pipe by the way？
He wandered back to the bar to the lost chord pipe。 Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks； Richie and Poldy。 And Father Cowley laughed again。
I saved the situation； Ben； I think。
You did； averred Ben Dollard。 I remember those tight trousers too。 That was a brilliant idea； Bob。
Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes。 He saved the situa。 Tight trou。 Brilliant ide。
I knew he was on the rocks； he said。 The wife was playing the piano in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very trifling consideration and who was it gave me the wheeze she was doing the other business？ Do you remember？ We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in Keogh's gave us the number。 Remember？
Ben remembered； his broad visage wondering。
By God she had some luxurious opera cloaks and things there。
Mr Dedalus wandered back； pipe in hand。
Merrion square style。 Balldresses； by God； and court dresses。 He wouldn't take any money either。 What？ Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose。 What？
Ay； ay； Mr Dedalus nodded。 Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions。
Jingle haunted down the quays。 Blazes sprawled on bounding tyres。
Liver and bacon。 Steak and kidney pie。 Right； sir。 Right； Pat。
Mrs Marion met him pike hoses。 Smell of burn of Paul de Kock。 Nice name he。
What's this her name was？ A buxom lassy。 Marion。
Tweedy。
Yes。 Is she alive？
And kicking。
She was a daughter of。。。
Daughter of the regiment。
Yes； begad。 I remember the old drummajor。
Mr Dedalus struck； whizzed； lit； puffed savoury puff after。
Irish？ I don't know； faith。 Is she； Simon？
Puff after stiff； a puff； strong； savoury； crackling。
Buccinator muscle is。。。 What？。。。 Bit rusty。。。 O； she is。。。 My Irish Molly； O。
He puffed a pungent plumy blast。
From the rock of Gibraltar。。。 all the way。
They pined in depth of ocean shadow； gold by the beerpull； bronze by maraschino； thoughtful all two； Mina Kennedy； 4 Lismore terrace； Drumcondra with Idolores； a queen； Dolores； silent。
Pat served uncovered dishes。 Leopold cut liverslices。 As said before he ate with relish the inner organs；