fell： they faded。 The shepherd's hour： the hour of holding： hour of tryst。 From house to house； giving his everwele double knock； went the nine o'clock postman； the glowworm's lamp at his belt gleaming here and there through the laurel hedges。 And among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp at Leahy's terrace。 By screens of lighted windows； by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying； wailing： Evening Telegraph； stop press edition！ Result of the Gold Cup race！ and from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out and called。 Twittering the bat flew here； flew there。 Far out over the sands the ing surf crept； grey。 Howth settled for slumber tired of long days； of yumyum rhododendrons （he was old） and felt gladly the night breeze lift； ruffle his fell of ferns。 He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping； deep and slowly breathing； slumberous but awake。 And far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled； winked at Mr Bloom。
Life those chaps out there must have； stuck in the same spot。 Irish Lights board。 Penance for their sins。 Coastguards too。 Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat。 Day we went out for the pleasure cruise in the Erin's King； throwing them the sack of old papers。 Bears in the zoo。 Filthy trip。 Drunkards out to shake up their livers。 Puking overboard to feed the herrings。 Nausea。 And the women； fear of God in their faces。 Milly； no sign of funk。 Her blue scarf loose； laughing。 Don't know what death is at that age。 And then their stomachs clean。 But being lost they fear。 When we hid behind the tree at Crumlin。 I didn't want to。 Mamma！ Mamma！ Babes in the wood。 Frightening them with masks too。 Throwing them up in the air to catch them。 I'll murder you。 Is it only half fun？ Or children playing battle。 Whole earnest。 How can people aim guns at each other？ Sometimes they go off。 Poor kids。 Only troubles wildfire and nettlerash。 Calomel purge I got her for that。 After getting better asleep with Molly。 Very same teeth she has。 What do they love？ Another themselves？ But the morning she chased her with the umbrella。 Perhaps so as not to hurt。 I felt her pulse。 Ticking。 Little hand it was： now big。 Dearest Papli。 All that the hand says when you touch。 Loved to count my waistcoat buttons。 Her first stays I remember。 Made me laugh to see。 Little paps to begin with。 Left one is more sensitive； I think。 Mine too。 Nearer the heart。 Padding themselves out if fat is in fashion。 Her growing pains at night； calling； wakening me。 Frightened she was when her nature came on her first。 Poor child！ Strange moment for the mother too。 Brings back her girlhood。 Gibraltar。 Looking from Buena Vista。 O'Hara's tower。 The seabirds screaming。 Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his family。 Sundown； gunfire for the men to cross the lines。 Looking out over the sea she told me。 Evening like this； but clear； no clouds。 I always thought I'd marry a lord or a gentleman with a private yacht。 Buenos noches； se？orita。 El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa。 Why me？ Because you were so foreign from the others。
Better not stick here all night like a limpet。 This weather makes you dull。 Must be getting on for nine by the light。 Go home。 Too late for Leoh； Lily of Killarney。 No。 Might be still up。 Call to the hospital to see。 Hope she's over。 Long day I've had。 Martha； the bath； funeral； house of keys； museum with those goddesses； Dedalus' song。 Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's。 Got my own back there。 Drunken ranters。 What I said about his God made him wince。 Mistake to hit back。 Or？ No。 Ought to go home and laugh at themselves。 Always want to be swilling in pany。 Afraid to be alone like a child of two。 Suppose he hit me。 Look at it other way round。 Not so bad then。 Perhaps not to hurt he meant。 Three cheers for Israel。 Three cheers for the sister…in…law he hawked about； three fangs in her mouth。 Same style of beauty。 Particularly nice old party for a cup of tea。 The sister of the wife of the wild man of Borneo has just e to town。 Imagine that in the early morning at close range。 Everyone to his taste as Morris said when he kissed the cow。 But Dignam's put the boots on it。 Houses of mourning so depressing because you never know。 Anyhow she wants the money。 Must call to those Scottish widows as I promised。 Strange name。 Takes it for granted we're going to pop off first。 That widow on Monday was it outside Cramer's that looked at me。 Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the premium。 Her widow's mite。 Well？ What do you expect her to do？ Must wheedle her way along。 Widower I hate to see。 Looks so forlorn。 Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here。 The sewage。 Hopeless。 Some good matronly woman in a pork…pie hat to mother him。 Take him in tow； platter face and a large apron。 Ladies' grey flannelette bloomers； three shillings a pair； astonishing bargain。 Plain and loved； loved for ever； they say。 Ugly： no woman thinks she is。 Love； lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die。 See him sometimes walking about trying to find out who played the trick。 U。 p。： up。 Fate that is。 He； not me。 Also a shop often noticed。 Curse seems to dog it。 Dreamt last night？ Wait。 Something confused。 She had red slippers on。 Turkish。 Wore the breeches。 Suppose she does。 Would I like her in pyjamas？ Damned hard to answer。 Nannetti's gone。 Mailboat。 Near Holyhead by now。 Must nail that ad of Keyes's。 Work Hynes and Crawford。 Petticoats for Molly。 She has something to put in them。 What's that？ Might be money。
Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the strand。 He brought it near his eyes and peered。 Letter？ No。 Can't read。 Better go。 Better。 I'm tired to move。 Page of an old copybook。 All those holes and pebbles。 Who could count them？ Never know what you find。 Bottle with story of a treasure in it thrown from a wreck。 Parcels post。 Children always want to throw things in the sea。 Trust？ Bread cast on the waters。 What's this？ Bit of stick。
O！ Exhausted that female has me。 Not so young now。 Will she e here tomorrow？ Wait for her somewhere for ever。 Must e back。 Murderers do。 Will I？
Mr Bloom with his stick gently vexed the thick sand at his foot。 Write a message for her。 Might remain。 What？
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Some flatfoot tramp on it in the morning。 Useless。 Washed away。 Tide es here a pool near her foot。 Bend； see my face there； dark mirror； breathe on it； stirs。 All these rocks with lines and scars and letters。 O； those transparent！ Besides they don't know。 What is the meaning of that other world。 I called you naughty boy because I do not like。
AM。 A。
No room。 Let it go。
Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his slow boot。 Hopeless thing sand。 Nothing grows in it。 All fades。 No fear of big vessels ing up here。 Except Guinness's barges。 Round the Kish in eighty days。 Done half by design。
He flung his wooden pen away。 The stick fell in silted sand； stuck。 Now if you were trying to do that for a week on end you couldn't。 Chance。 We'll never meet again。 But it was lovely。 Goodbye； dear。 Thanks。 Made me feel so young。
Short snooze now if I had。 Must be near nine。 Liverpool boat long gone。 Not even the smoke。 And she can do the other。 Did too。 And Belfast。 I won't go。 Race there； race back to Ennis。 Let him。 Just close my eyes a moment。 Won't sleep though。 Half dream。 It never es the same。 Bat again。 No harm in him。 Just a few。
O sweety all your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the bed met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul to perfume your wife black hair heave under embon se？orita young eyes Mulvey plump years dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next year in drawers return next in her next her next。
A bat flew。 Here。 There。 Here。 Far in the grey a bell chimed。 Mr Bloom with open mouth； his left boot sanded sideways； leaned； breathed。 Just for a few。
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The clock on the mantelpiece in the priest's house cooed where Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy and the reverend John Hughes S。 J。 were taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about
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Because it was a little canarybird bird that came out of its little house to tell the time that Gerty MacDowell noticed the time she was there because she was as quick as anything about a thing like that； was Gerty MacDowell； and she noticed at once that that foreign gentleman that was sitting on the rocks looking was
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Oxen of the Sun
DESHIL HOLLES EAMUS。 DESHIL HOLLES EAMUS。 DESHIL HOLES Eamus。
Send us； bright one； light one； Horhorn； quickening and wombfruit。 Send us； bright one； light one； Horhorn； quickening and wombfruit。 Send us bright one； light one； Horhorn； quickening and wombfruit。
Hoopsa； boyaboy； hoopsa！ Hoopsa； hoyaboy； hoopsa！ Hoopsa； boyaboy； hoopsa。
Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitable by mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the prosperity of a nation more efficaciously asserted than by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its solicitude for that proliferent continuance which of evils the original if it be absent when fortunately present constitutes the certain sign of omnipollent nature's incorrupted benefaction。 For who is there who anything of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the contrary anyone so is there inilluminated as not to perceive that as no nature's boon can contend against the bounty of increase so it behoves every most just citizen to bee the exhortator and admonisher of his semblables and to tremble lest what had in the past been by the nation excellently menced might be in the future not with similar excellence acplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that thither of profundity that that one was auda