e avenue。 His hands and feet sing too。 Drink。 Nerves overstrung。 Must be abstemious to sing。 Jenny Lind soup： stock； sage； raw eggs； half pint of cream。 For creamy dreamy。
Tenderness it welled： slow； swelling。 Full it throbbed。 That's the chat。 Ha； give！ Take！ Throb； a throb； a pulsing proud erect。
Words？ Music？ No： it's what's behind。
Bloom looped； unlooped； noded； disnoded。
Bloom。 Flood of warm jimjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out； in desire； dark to lick flow； invading。 Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her。 Tup。 Pores to dilate dilating。 Tup。 The joy the feel the warm the。 Tup。 To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes。 Flood； gush； flow； joygush； tupthrop。 Now！ Language of love。
。。。 ray of hope。。。
Beaming。 Lydia for Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse unsqueaked a ray of hope。
Martha it is。 Coincidence。 Just going to write。 Lionel's song。 Lovely name you have。 Can't write。 Accept my little pres。 Play on her heartstrings pursestrings too。 She's a。 I called you naughty boy。 Still the name： Martha。 How strange！ Today。
The voice of Lionel returned； weaker but unwearied。 It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting； to wait。 How first he saw that form endearing； how sorrow seemed to part； how look； form； word charmed him Gould Lidwell； won Pat Bloom's heart。
Wish I could see his face； though。 Explain better。 Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass。 Still hear it better here than in the bar though farther。
Each graceful look。。。
First night when first I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure。 Yellow； black lace she wore。 Musical chairs。 We two the last。 Fate。 After her。 Fate。 Round and round slow。 Quick round。 We two。 All looked。 Halt。 Down she sat。 All ousted looked。 Lips laughing。 Yellow knees。
Charmed my eye。。。
Singing。 Waiting she sang。 I turned her music。 Full voice of perfume of what perfume does your lilactrees。 Bosom I saw； both full； throat warbling。 First I saw。 She thanked me。 Why did she me？ Fate。 Spanishy eyes。 Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores。 At me。 Luring。 Ah； alluring。
Martha！ Ah； Martha！
Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief； in cry of passion dominant to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony。 In cry of lionel loneliness that she should know； must Martha feel。 For only her he waited。 Where？ Here there try there here all try where。 Somewhere。
Co…me； thou lost one！
Co…me thou dear one！
Alone。 One love。 One hope。 One fort me。 Martha； chest note； return。
e！
It soared； a bird； it held its flight； a swift pure cry； soar silver orb it leaped serene； speeding； sustained； to e； don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life； soaring high； high resplendent； aflame； crowned； high in the effulgence symbolistic； high； of the ethereal bosom； high； of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all； the endlessnessnessness。。。
To me！
Siopold！
Consumed。
e。 Well sung。 All clapped。 She ought to。 e。 To me； to him； to her； you too； me； us。
Bravo！ Clapclap。 Goodman； Simon。 Clappyclapclap。 Encore！ Clapclipclap。 Sound as a bell。 Bravo； Simon！ Clapclopclap。 Encore； enclap； said； cried； clapped all； Ben Dollard； Lydia Douce； George Lidwell； Pat； Mina； two gentlemen with two tankards； Cowley； first gent with tank and bronze Miss Douce and gold Miss Mina。
Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor； said before。 Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray； Horatio onehandled Nelson； reverend father Theobald Matthew； jaunted as said before just now。 Atrot； in heat； heatseated。 Cloche。 Sonnez la。 Cloche。 Sonnez la。 Slower the mare went up the hill by the Rotunda； Rutland square。 Too slow for Boylan； blazes Boylan； impatience Boylan； joggled the mare。
An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed； died on the air made richer。
And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank； Lidwell his Guinness； second gentleman said they would partake of two tankards if she did not mind。 Miss Kennedy smirked； disserving； coral lips； at first； at second。 She did not mind。
Seven days in jail； Ben Dollard said； on bread and water。 Then you'd sing； Simon； like a garden thrush。
Lionel Simon； singer； laughed。 Father Bob Cowley played。 Mina Kennedy served。 Second gentleman paid。 Tom Kernan strutted in； Lydia； admired； admired。 But Bloom sang dumb。
Admiring。
Richie； admiring； descanted on that man's glorious voice。 He remembered one night long ago。 Never forget that night。 Si sang 'Twas rank and fame： in Ned Lambert's 'twas。 Good God he never heard in all his life a note like that he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard since love lives not a clinking voice ask Lambert he can tell you too。
Goulding； a flush struggling in his pale； told Mr Bloom； face of the night； Si in Ned Lambert's； Dedalus' house； sang 'Twas rank and fame。。。
He； Mr Bloom； listened while he； Richie Goulding； told him； Mr Bloom of the night he； Richie； heard him； Si Dedalus； sing 'Twas rank and fame in his； Ned Lambert's house。
Brothers…in…law： relations。 We never speak as we pass by。 Rift in the lute I think。 Treats him with scorn。 See。 He admires him all the more。 The nights Si sang。 The human voice； two tiny silky cords。 Wonderful； more than all the others。
That voice was a lamentation。 Calmer now。 It's in the silence you feel you hear。 Vibrations。 Now silent air。
Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong。 He drew and plucked。 It buzzed； it twanged。 While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production； while Tom Kernan； harking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement； talked to listening Father Cowley who played a voluntary； who nodded as he played。 While big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus lighting； who nodded as he smoked； who smoked。
Thou lost one。 All songs on that theme。 Yet more Bloom stretched his string。 Cruel it seems。 Let people get fond of each other： lure them on。 Then tear asunder。 Death。 Explos。 Knock on the head。 Outtohelloutofthat。 Human life。 Dignam。 Ugh； that rat's tail wriggling！ Five bob I gave。 Corpus paradisum。 Corncrake croaker： belly like a poisoned pup。 Gone。 They sing。 Forgotten。 I too。 And one day she with。 Leave her： get tired。 Suffer then。 Snivel。 Big Spanishy eyes goggling at nothing。 Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevy hair un b： 'd。
Yet too much happy bores。 He stretched more； more。 Are you not happy in your？ Twang。 It snapped。
Jingle into Dorset street。
Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm； reproachful； pleased。
Don't make half so free； said she； till we are better acquainted。
George Lidwell told her really and truly： but she did not believe。
First gentleman told Mina that was so。 She asked him was that so。 And second tankard told her so。 That that was so。
Miss Douce； Miss Lydia； did not believe： Miss Kennedy； Mina； did not believe： George Lidwell； no： Miss Dou did not： the first； the first： gent with the tank： believe； no； no： did not； Miss Kenn： Lidlydiawell： the tank。
Better write it here。 Quills in the postoffice chewed and twisted。
Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh。 A pen and ink。 He went。 A pad。 He went。 A pad to blot。 He heard； deaf Pat。
Yes； Mr Bloom said； teasing the curling catgut fine。 It certainly is。 Few lines will do。 My present。 All that Italian florid music is。 Who is this wrote？ Know the name you know better。 Take out sheet notepaper； envelope： unconcerned。 It's so characteristic。
Grandest number in the whole opera； Goulding said。
It is； Bloom said。
Numbers it is。 All music when you e to think。 Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one。 Vibrations： chords those are。 One plus two plus six is seven。 Do anything you like with figures juggling。 Always find out this equal to that； symmetry under a cemetery wall。 He doesn't see my mourning。 Callous： all for his own gut。 Musemathematics。 And you think you're listening to the ethereal。 But suppose you said it like： Martha； seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand。 Fall quite flat。 It's on account of the sounds it is。
Instance he's playing now。 Improvising。 Might be what you like till you hear the words。 Want to listen sharp。 Hard。 Begin all right： then hear chords a bit off： feel lost a bit。 In and out of sacks over barrels； through wirefences； obstacle race。 Time makes the tune。 Question of mood you're in。 Still always nice to hear。 Except scales up and down； girls learning。 Two together nextdoor neighbours。 Ought to invent dummy pianos for that。 Blumenlied I bought for her。 The name。 Playing it slow； a girl； night I came home； the girl。 Door of the stables near Cecilia street。 Milly no taste。 Queer because we both I mean。
Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink。 Pat set with ink pen quite flat pad。 Pat took plate dish knife fork。 Pat went。
It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben。 He heard them as a boy in Ringabella； Crosshaven； Ringabella； singing their barcaroles。 Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships。 Walking； you know； Ben； in the moonlight with those earthquake hats。 Blending their voices。 God； such music； Ben。 Heard as a boy。 Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole。
Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall； clear from anear； a call from afar； replying。
Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's your other eye； scanning for where did I see that。 Callan； Coleman； Dignam Patrick。 Heigho！ Heigho！ Fawcett。 Aha！ Just I was looking。。。
Hope he's not looking； cute as a rat。 He held unfurled his Freeman。 Can't see now。 Remember write Greek ees。 Bloom dipped； Bloo mur： dear sir。 Dear Henry wrote： dear Mady。 Got your lett and flow。 Hell did I put？ Some pock or oth。 It is utterl imposs。 Underline imposs。 To write today。
Bore this。 Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought。
On。 Know what I mean。 No； change that ee。 Accept my poor little pres enclos。 Ask her no answ。 Hold on。 Five Dig。 Two about here。 Penny the gulls。 Elijah is 。 Seven Davy Byrne's。 Is eight about。 Say half a crown。 My poor little pres： p。 o。 two and six。 Writ