And now, Roma Wines, R-O-M-A, made in California for enjoyment throughout the world, Roma Wines, present. Suspense.  Suspense. Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills is presented for your enjoyment by Roma Wines. That's R-O-M-A, Roma Wines, those excellent California wines that can add so much pleasantness to the way you live. Do your happiness in entertaining guests. Do your enjoyment of everyday meals. Yes, right now, a glassful would be very pleasant, as Roma Wines bring you Brian Dunleve in a remarkable tale of... Suspense. This is the truth.  The truth. It must be the truth. It has to be. I, Robert Winsley Graham, a doctor and psychiatrist by profession, do hereby of my own free will and volition, albeit with deepest regret, make the following full and complete statement relative to that all but unbelievable series of events, which has brought such disaster and misfortune to my house, and particularly to my poor wife, Isabel. It had its beginning properly speaking some two months ago to be exact on the evening of August 25th. We were in the drawing room, Isabel, at the piano practicing, as she said. Her Aunt Jane and I on opposite sides. Isabel, what's the matter? I don't know. I can't seem to keep my mind on anything anymore. Even my music. Nerves. Nerves. I'm sorry, but I don't believe in beating about the bush.  You've got talent. There's no sense in you're trying to subordinate yourself to somebody else. Aunt Jane, that's enough. I'm not subordinating myself to anyone. Really, Aunt Jane, you mustn't interfere, you know? Robert doesn't want me to go back on stage. Oh, darling, it isn't that I don't want you to go back. I'm proud of you. You know that. It's only because I think... because I know that going back to a professional career at your present mental condition could be terribly harmful. Yes, I know, Robert. I know you're right. After all, I am a doctor. It's my business to know these things. I'll get it probably in the hospital. Hello? Yes, this is Dr. Graham. Who? Oh, yes. Yes, why, of course. When would you like to see me? All right, fine. No, no, no trouble at all. Very well, I'll be expecting you. Goodbye. Well, good heavens, who do you suppose that was? Who? Roger Holcomb. Do you remember the case? Roger Holcomb. Roger Holcomb? I remember it. Of course you do. The fellow who was brought back from the dead is the newspapers put it about a year ago. Oh, yes. You know, he really was dead for four full minutes as far as medical science was concerned, and then Bates brought him around. It was a nine days wonder at the time. What does he want to see you about? You know, something to do with his experience, obviously. He was in a terribly agitated state, poor fellow. He'd been walking up and down in front of the house for an hour, trying to get up courage during the bell. Finally, he phoned from the corner drugstore. Oh, the poor man. Why in the world would he do that? Anxiety, neurosis. They hounded him in the most shocking way when he got out of the hospital, you know, preachers and spiritualists and movie agents and just plain fakers. People trying to find out if he remembered anything in the four minutes when he was supposed to be dead. And people just trying to exploit him. Oh, that's notoriety. Some thrive on it, some don't. One man's meat is another man's poison. Well, that must be Holcomb now. I'll take him into the office. Dr. Graham? Yes. You're Roger Holcomb? Yes. Come in. Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holcomb. Is it? Well, sit down. Why did you come to me, Mr. Holcomb? Well, I was told that you specialized in strange cases, things that other men can't explain. Yes, that's true in a way. You know what happened when I got out of the hospital? How they followed me and questioned me, hounded me day and night, trying to find out if I remembered anything, if I'd experienced anything beyond the grave. Yes, I remember that. Then you remember that my answer was always the same, that I remembered nothing, that I knew nothing. Well, I was wrong. Oh. What did you experience during those four minutes? I don't know. But it must have been something, something I don't even dare to think about. How do you know this? Well, it happened the first time on a boat trip, which I'd taken to recover my health. I found myself chatting with a woman who was seated at my table in the dining salon. She found occasion, such women often will, to mention her age. She said, after all, I'm not yet 40. And then it happened. What happened? From somewhere came crashing into my mind the certain knowledge of the exact day and year of that woman's birth. And with it, a compulsion to speak out, a compulsion which I could no more have resisted than I could have resisted breathing. I said, Madam, you were born in May, weren't you? May 30th. And then I added the date, the year 1900. She was well over 40. She lied to me. It's an innocent enough thing. But I had known the truth and been forced to speak it. And I have been ever since. Wow. And this condition has existed only since you're... Since my four minutes beyond the grave. Yes. It's as though... Well, this will sound... It's as though in that brief time I had glimpsed eternity that I'd seen revealed all truth of all the ages. Now, I know that sounds foolish, but... This is most amazing. Tell me, you have a family and friends who are understanding... Oh, for heaven's sake, doctor, don't you understand what I mean? Yes, I had a family, friends. Girl, I was going to marry. Today I'm an outcast. A pariah. I'm shunned. Feared. Hated. Hated. Mr. Holcomb, I believe that this condition is very real to you. Causes you very real anguish. And I want to help you. Do you think you can? I'm confident that I can. Do you suppose you could arrange to stay with me here for weeks or months, if necessary? I'd do anything. Anything in the world. To be a normal man again. Well, you'll have your own quarters. You'll be quite comfortable, I assure you. I'm sure. It's a lovely house, but I've seen of it. Yes, I'm rather lucky. I'm interested in research, primarily. Not much money in that, you know. But a couple of years ago, I came into quite a nice inheritance. The house went with it. What is it? What's the matter? The inheritance was not yours. It was your wife's. The house is your wife's. You are penniless. That's true. I don't know why I lied to you. I'm pride, I suppose. I'm sorry. I told you I couldn't help it. I'll go now. No, no, please. It was my fault. It's a small matter. But you see now that... I want to help you. Do you believe me now? I believe, Mr. Holcomb, either that you are far more old than I realized, or that, in the months to come, you and I must venture into a realm never before explored by mortal man. For Suspense, Roma Wines are bringing you Brian Dunleavy in Lazarus Walks, a radio play by Robert L. 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Buy a case of assorted Roma Wines for the holidays. Do it now and save money. And now Roma Wines bring back to our Hollywood soundstage Brian Donlevy in Lazarus Walks. A tale well-calculated to keep you in suspense. It's really fantastic and yet it was true. I checked the facts again and again. He could not possibly have known yet he knew. Can you imagine what this meant to a man of science? If I could fathom the depths of Roger Holcomb's mind, I could make a contribution to the body of scientific knowledge absolutely without parallel in modern times. There remained the problem of Isabelle. I was aware of the danger, of course, but I believed I could control the situation. I determined to proceed. Actually, Holcomb's presence made itself felt almost immediately. The first incident came after he had been with us scarcely a week. Isabelle, please stop that playing and listen to me. Aunt Jane, you know Robert has said I mustn't talk about it. It's bad for me. I don't care what Robert says. I've been sick that all. He's made you sick.  Maybe it's just that he's afraid of losing you. Maybe he's even afraid of losing your money, but I'm absolutely convinced that whether he's meant it or not, he's made you believe there's something of matter with you that isn't. Aunt Jane, I simply forbid you to talk this way. Isabelle, Isabelle, do something before it's too late. Do? What?  Aunt Jane, you don't know what you're saying. Oh, I hope we're not interrupting. Of course not, darling. Hello, Roger. Hello, Isabelle. This is Parton. Good afternoon. How are you feeling, Roger? Better, I think. I think it would be better if we didn't discuss our states of mind, Isabelle. Oh, yes, of course. I'm sorry. Well, would you like me to play something for you? You know, I think I'm beginning to get the feel of it again. Really, I do. You're sure we haven't interrupted some conversation? Of course not. We were just discussing how helpful you've been in getting Isabelle back to her work again. Roger. No, you are not. You were telling Isabelle to divorce her husband. Why? Isabelle. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Roger. Roger, come back here. Isabelle, is that true?  Is that true? It doesn't matter. I suppose you've known how I felt for a long time. Yes, I'm afraid I have. Robert, it was all so silly. She didn't mean it. It was just that she... I did mean it. I'm sorry, Isabelle, but I've been under this roof too long as it is. Oh, Aunt Jane, you're not leaving us. It's the best, Isabelle. Yes, I think it is decidedly best to go at once. It was this incident which gave me my first insight into the relationship which was destined to develop between Isabelle, Roger, and myself. The first and most obvious result was that Isabelle and I became further estranged as each day passed. It was difficult to speak of even the most casual things with this strangely terrifying specter of truth always at our elbow. The situation reached its inevitable climax the evening that Leopold Serinsky, the famous conductor of the Los Angeles Symphony, was to call on Elizabeth with a view to a resumption of her professional career under his auspices. I gave a great deal of thought to that evening. It had to be handled with the greatest of tact and fear. Robert, you... you will help me, won't you? Of course I will, darling. Robert, does he have to have dinner with us tonight? Roger? Isabelle, you know how I stand on my... Oh, yes, I know, but just this once. Even once, Isabelle, to keep him in his room like a spoiled child when we have guests might undo everything I've accomplished in weeks. I know, darling, of course you're right, but... Well, Roger, come in. Robert. Yes? I was wondering if I might be excused just tonight. You're having dinner with us, Roger. Must I? You know you must, Roger, and you know why. Roger, don't you want to meet Mr. Serinsky? He's really a wonderful person. Yes, indeed, I would very much, but... You know, Roger, I made my debut with him in 1934. I did a concert with him every year until... until... Isabelle was very talented. I was. I am. Roger, I'm going to play with him again, you know. He wants me to open the season in November. Can you imagine what it means to me? I'm so glad, Isabelle. And Robert has finally given his consent, haven't you, dear? Robert? I'm sorry. What was it you said, Isabelle? I said you'd given your consent to my playing with Serinsky. I... Isabelle, you know I don't want... you to think that I'd ever stand in your way. Yes, I... I know, dear. I'll do the Emperor Concerto, and you'll come to hear me.  Well, I... Please, Isabelle, don't ask me things that I can't... What's the matter? What's the matter with both of you? You act as though you thought I wouldn't be able to appear. As though the whole idea were hopeless or something. Isabelle, please. I am going to play. And I'll be better than I ever was. You know I will, don't you? Don't you? Yes, yes, of course, Isabelle. You'll play wonderfully. No. No, Robert, no, that's untrue.  Death? Oh, Isabelle, forgive me, forgive me. By death? No. No, it's not true. Tell me it isn't. Roger. Roger, who's going to die? Answer me. Roger, do you hear me? Answer me! Answer me! When Sorenski arrived, I told him that it would be quite impossible for Isabelle to leave her room. The concert was cancelled and, indeed, to my knowledge, she has never touched the piano since that day. By now, to even the most casual observer, it must appear only natural that Isabelle had every motive for a desperate, almost paranoid hatred of Roger Holcomb. This much was clear to me, the rest not yet. As a precautionary measure, I prescribed a drug for Isabelle, which she, at last, consented to take. I gave her her own supply and she administered it to herself as I had directed. But one thing, from any point of view, was certain. I had to keep Roger and Isabelle apart. Perhaps what I feared was indeed inevitable. I honestly did not think so at the time. Roger. It's me, Isabelle. What do you want? Let me in, please. No. Please. It's terribly important. Robert said... I know. But he said... he said it would be all right this time. Are you sure? Yes. Yes, please. All right. What do you want? I want to talk to you, that's all. What about? That's so important.  Can't you guess?  Oh, Isabelle, I don't know what to think anymore. You do, don't you? I warned him. I told him it would happen. Now I'm going mad up here, thinking of the anguish I've caused you. But Roger, I don't... you must believe me. I know what it's been like for you having me here. Roger. Roger, you see? You see, for the first time in my life, I think my husband is wrong about something. Wrong? Yes. Don't you see? He's been worried about both of us, and so this distrust has grown up between us. Well, I don't distrust you, Isabelle. You've been more wonderful. But you're afraid of me. And that amounts to the same thing. And it's bad for both of us. It's hurting both of us. I've often felt I wanted to talk to you, to beg your pardon. Oh, Roger, you don't have to do that. We're both... we're both sick. But I think if we saw each other sometimes, if we talked the whole thing out, it would help us both. Does Robert think so too? No. Then he didn't tell you it was all right to see me? No. I lied to you. You what? I lied to you. You lied to me? And it didn't happen. Isabelle, don't you see? I am getting well. It didn't happen. I know. I know, Roger. I don't think it does happen anymore except with... except with Robert. With Robert? But what makes you think that I... I don't know. Something about the way he acts, the way he is. But, Isabelle, he is curing me then. Perhaps you should have come on.  We must see each other. We must talk. Listen. Isabelle. Robert, something's happened that I must tell you. Please, you're completely over. Robert, it's... I must insist. Isabelle, why did you do this? I'm sorry. You'll have to have a sedative right away. Isabelle, get the bottle from your room. Mine? Yes. Yes, hurry. All right. Robert, she lied to me. Yes, yes, I know. But, Roger, I must absolutely forbid you to talk now. You must trust me. Well... All right. But later I want to have a long talk. Of course we shall. Here it is. And I brought my hypodermic, too. I'm glad you did the other one's mislaid somewhere. Will you give it to him, please? I? Yes, this is upsetting me rather badly. My hands are shaking. Oh, Robert, I'm terribly sorry. No matter now. Give him the hypodermic. In the upper arm. That's right. Yes. There. Thank you. Leave us now, please, Isabelle. Yes. All right. How are you feeling now, Roger? Huh. I'm fine, Robert. I think I'm better than I have been in months. I know you're better. That's why I was so upset. Do you see? Well, why, Robert? I can't tell you all my reasons now, but you must trust me and believe in me. Why? I do. It's only that I'm afraid for your health. Ah! Roger! No! You're afraid of murder. It was clear to me now. I knew I must take immediate action. I knew that the most terrible consequences might result if Isabelle were alone with Roger Holcomb even for a moment. For he knew. He said so. There was no other explanation. I thought it through most carefully, and yet no plans are perfect. No man is infallible. Isabelle. Robert. You frightened me. What were you doing? Why? Nothing. Don't lie to me, Isabelle. I'm not! I was... You were coming from Roger's room. No. No, I swear I wasn't. Isabelle, don't you understand that you're sick? That I've insisted on these things for your own good and his? All right. I was going to talk to him, but I haven't. Oh, Isabelle, why do you try to tell me that? But it's true, Robert. Really true. Is it? Roger. Roger. What? What's the matter? Look, it is. He's dead. Dead? The hypodermic by his side. The drug. Your drug. Your hypodermic. But it's only a sedative. Accepted in large quantities. That's fatal. You know that. Oh, Robert, no. No, listen to me. Oh, Isabelle, why? Why when I warned you? Robert, look at me. Look at me. It's Isabelle. It's your wife. You can't... No. Now, where are you going? Robert, come back here. I'm going to call the police. Even though it did not come to me as a shock, even from my point of view, as a scientist, it was terrible enough. Yet it had to be done, and I had done it. I did not speak to her as we waited, and she made no further attempt to appeal to me. The police arrived. I told the story with as little emotion as possible. Yeah? Yeah, their fingerprints are all right on both the bottle and the hypodermic. Those would be my wife's, of course. They both belong to her. Is that true, Mrs. Graham? Yes. Dr. Graham, do I understand you're formally charging your wife with the murder of Roger Holcomb? You could hardly expect me to do that, could you, Inspector? I am simply telling you the facts. Yeah? Well, you've carefully avoided saying anything definite as to your suspicions, doctor. But I get the distinct impression she hated him.  There are many people who can testify to that. She will plead insanity, Inspector, of course. Well, Dr. Graham, I can't tell you how sorry I am, but the things you've told me add up to only one thing, as you yourself obviously recognize. Yes. Your wife, Isabelle Graham, murdered Roger Holcomb. What did you say? I said your wife, Isabelle Graham, murdered Roger Holcomb. I did. What? The truth is I murdered him. No plans are perfect. No man is infallible. Yes, I killed Roger Holcomb, and I had planned to dispose of Isabelle for many months. I had never loved her. I had loved only science, and I wanted her money, and Holcomb found it out. That was the risk I ran, that any chance lie in his presence, either by Isabelle or myself, would bring out the truth. And it did. I had no alternative once he discovered that, but to kill him. It was easy enough to throw the blame on Isabelle, but I had not counted on that terrible compulsion for the truth. The conflict of Roger Holcomb's and its power over me, did it transfer itself at his death to me, or was it conscience? It is a pity that it had to end this way. It was a fascinating case. Suspense. Presented by Roma Wines, R-O-M-A, made in California for enjoyment throughout the world. And now this is Ken Niles bringing back to our suspense microphone the star of tonight's play, Brian Donlevy. Well, Brian, we can't give you an Oscar for your outstanding performance tonight, but Roma does want you to enjoy this basket of fine grand estate wines. Grand estate wines, well, that kind of Oscar has taste appeal, Ken. Right, you are, Brian. 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section 28 of Ulysses this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Ulysses by James Joyce part 2 the Odyssey episode 13 Naseka part 1 the summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace far away in the West the Sun was setting and the last glow of all two fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand on the proud promontory of dear old Holt guarding as ever the waters of the bay on the weed-grown rocks along sandy Mount shore and last but not least on the quiet church whence their streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the storm tossed heart of men Mary star of the sea the tree girl friends were seated on rocks and joining the evening scene and the air which was fresh but not too chilly many a time and off to where they want to come there it's that favorite nook to have a cozy chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine sissy calfery and eddie boardman with the baby in the push-car and Tommy and Jackie Caffrey two little curly-headed boys dressed in sailor suits with caps to match and the name HMS Bell Isle printed on both for Tommy and Jackie Caffrey were twins scarce four years old and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them they were dabbling in the sand with their spades and buckets building castles as children do or playing with their big colored ball happy as the day was long and eddie boardman was rocking the chubby baby to and fro in the push-car while that young gentleman fairly chuckled with delight he was but 11 months and nine days old and though still a tiny toddler was just beginning to list his first babyish words sissy calfery bent over to him to tease his fat little pucks and the dainty dimple in his chin now baby sissy calfery said say out big big I want a drink of water and baby prattled after her a jink a drink a job sissy calfery cuddled the wee chap for she was awfully fond of children so patient with little sufferers and Tommy calfery could never be got to take his castor or the less it was sissy calfery that held his nose and promised him to scatty he lived a loaf for brown bread with the golden syrup on what a persuasive power that girl had but to be sure baby boardman was as good as gold a perfect little doped in his new fancy bib none of your spoiled beauties flora mcflimsy sort was sissy calfery a truer hearted lass never drew to breath of life always with a laugh in her gypsy like eyes and a frolic some word on her cherry ripe red lips a girl lovable in the extreme and Edie boardman laughed to with the quaint language of little brother but just then there was a slight altercation between master Tommy and master Jackie boys will be boys and our two twins were no exception to this golden rule the apple of discord was a certain castle of sand which master Jackie had built and master Tommy would have it right go wrong that it was to be architecturally improved by a front door like the mortality tower had but if master Tommy was headstrong master Jackie was self-willed to and true to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle he fell upon his hated rival and to such purpose that it would be a silent came to grief and a last to relate the coveted castle to needless to say the cries of discomforted master Tommy drew the attention of the girlfriends come here Tommy his sister called imperatively at once and you Jackie for shame to troll poor Tommy into dirty sand wait like hatchet for that his eyes misty with unshed tears master Tommy came at her call for their big sister's word was law with the twins and in a sad plight he was to after his misadventure his little man a war top and unmentionables were full of sand but Sissy was a past mistress in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very quickly not one speck of sand was to be seen on his smart little suit still the blue eyes were glistening with hot tears that would well up so she kissed away the hurtness and shook her hand at master Jackie to culprit and said if she was near him she wouldn't be far from him arise dancing in admonition nasty bold Jackie she cried she put an arm round little mariner and coaxed winningly what's your name but you're in cream tell us who is your sweetheart spoke eddy boardman is Sissy or sweetheart no careful Tommy said is eddy boardman your sweetheart Sissy queried no Tommy cried I know eddy boardman said none too amiably with an arch glance from her short-sighted eyes I know who is Tommy sweetheart Gertie is Tommy sweetheart no Tommy said on the verge of tears Sissy's quick mother wit guessed what was amiss and she whispered to eddy boardman to take him there behind the pushed car where the gentleman couldn't see and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes but who was Gertie Gertie McDowell who was seated near her companions lost and thought gazing far away into the distance was in very truth as fair a specimen of winsome Irish girlhood as one could wish to see she was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though as folks often said she was more a guilt trap than a McDowell her figure was slight and graceful inclining even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had been taking of late had done her world of good much better than the widow Welsh's female pills and she was much better of those discharges used to get in that tired feeling the waxen pallor of her face was almost spiritual in its ivory like purity though her rose but mouth was a genuine cupid's bow Greekly perfect her hands were a finely veined alabaster with tapering fingers and as white as lemon juice and queen of ointments could make them though it was not true that she used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk foot bath eater Bertha Sippelt told that once to Edie Boardman a deliberate lie when she was black out at daggers drawn with Gertie the girl chums had of course her little tiffes from time to time like the rest of mortals and she told her not to let on whatever she did that it was her that told her or she'd never speak to her again no honor where honor is due there was an innate refinement a languid queenly hot tour about Gertie which was unmistakably evidenced in her delicate hands and high arched in step had kind fate but willed her to be born a gentle woman of high degree in her own right and had she only received the benefit of a good education Gertie McDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the land and have seen herself exquisitely downed with jewels on her brow and patrician suitors at her feet vying with one another to pay their devour to her may have it was this the love that might have been that lent to her softly featured face at once a look tense with suppressed meaning that imparted a strange yearning tendency to the beautiful eyes a charm few could resist why have women such eyes of witchery Gertie's were of the bluest irish blue set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows time was when those brows were not so silkily seductive it was madame Vera Verity dick dress of the woman beautiful page of the princess novelette who had first advised her to try eyebrow Lynn which gave that haunting expression to the eyes so becoming in leaders of fashion and she had never regretted it then there was blushing scientifically cured and how to be tall and crease your height and you have a bootful face but your nose that would suit Mrs. Dignan because she had a button moon but Gertie's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair it was dark brown with a natural wave in it she had cut it that very morning an account of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty head in a profusion of luxuriant clusters and paired her nails to Thursday for wealth and just now at Edie's words as a tell-tale flesh delicate as the faintest rose bloom crept into her cheeks she looked so lovely in her sweet girlish shyness that of a surety god's fair land of Ireland did not hold her equal for an instant she was silent with rather sad towncast eyes she was about to retort but something checked the words on her tongue inclination prompted her to speak out dignity told her to be silent the pretty lips pouted a while but then she glanced up and broke out into a joyous little laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young May morning she knew right well no one better what made squinty Edie say that because of him cooling in his attentions when it was simply a lover's quarrel as per usual someone's nose was at a joint about the boy that had the bicycle off the London Bridge road always riding up and down in front of our window but now his father kept him in in the evenings studying hard to get an exhibition in the intermediate that was on and he was going to go to Trinity College to study for a doctor when he left the high school like his brother W. E. Wiley who was racing in the bicycle races in Trinity College University little wrecked he perhaps for what she felt the dull aching void in her heart sometimes piercing to the core yet he was young and per chance he might learn to love her in time there were Protestants in his family and of course Gertie knew who came first and after him the Blessed Virgin and then St. Joseph but he was undeniably handsome with an exquisite nose and he was what he looked every ancient gentleman in the shape of his head too at the back without his cap on and she would know anywhere something of the common and the way he turned the bicycle at the length with his hands off the bars and all such a nice perfume of those good cigarettes and besides they were both of a size two he and she and that was why Edie Boardman thought she was so frightfully clever because he didn't go and ride up and down in front of her bit of a garden Gertie was simply but with the instinctive taste of a rotary of dame fashion for she felt that there was just a might that he might be out a neat browse of electric blue self-tinted by Dolly Dyes because it was expected in the ladies pictorial that electric blue would be one with a smart V opening down to the division and the kerchief pocket in which she always kept a piece of cotton was scented with her favorite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a navy three-quarter skirt cut to the stride showed off her slim graceful figure to perfection she wore a cockatish little love of a hat of a wedge-leaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with an underbrim of egg blue chenille and at the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone all Tuesday week afternoon she was hunting to match that chenille but at last she found what she wanted at Cleary's summer sales the very it slightly shopsoiled but you would never notice seven fingers two and a penny she ended up all by herself and what a joy was hers when she tried it on then smiling at the lovely reflection which Jamira gave back to her and when she put it on the water-dark to keep the shape she knew that that would take the shine out of some people she knew her shoes were the newest thing in footwear E. Bordman prided herself that she was very petite but she never had a foot like Gertie McDowell a five and never would ash yoke around with patent toe caps and just one smart buckle over her high-arched instep her well-turned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt and just the proper amount and no more of her shapely limbs encased in fine spun holes with high spliced heels and wide garter tops as for undies they were Gertie's chief care and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet 17 though Gertie would never see 17 again can find it in his heart to blame her she had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery three garments and lighties extra and each set slotted with different colored ribbons rose pink pale blue mauve and pea green and she eared them herself and blued them when they came home from the wash and ironed them and she had a brick back to keep the iron on because she wouldn't trust those washer women as far as she'd see them scorching the things she was wearing the blue for luck hoping against hope her own color and lucky two for a bride to have a bit of blue somewhere on her because the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father brought him into study for the intermediate exhibition and because she thought perhaps he might be out because when she was dressing that morning she nearly slipped up the old pair on her inside out and that was for luck and lovers meeting if you put those things on inside out or if they got untied and he was thinking about you so long as it wasn't over Friday and yet and yet that strange look on her face a knowing sorrow is there all the time her very soul is in her eyes and she would give worlds to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber where giving away to tears she could have a good cry and relieve her pent-up feelings though not too much because she knew how to cry nicely before the mirror you are lovely Gertie it said the paley light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful Gertie McDowell yearns in vain yes she had known from the very first that her daydream of a marriage has been arranged and a wedding bell is ringing for mrs. reggie wiley tcd because the one who married the elder brother would be mrs. wiley and in the fashionable intelligence mrs. Gertrude wiley was wearing a sumptuous confection of gray trimmed with expensive blue fox was not to be he was too young to understand he would not believe in love a woman's birthright the night of the party long ago in stores he was still in short trousers when they were alone and he stole an arm round her waist she went white to the very lips he called her a little one in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half-kiss the first but it was only the end of her nose and then he hastened from the room with a remark about refreshments impetuous fellow strength of character had never been reggie wiley's strong point and he who would woo and win gertie mcdowell must be a man among men but waiting always waiting to be asked and it was a leap year two and would soon be over no prince charming is her bow ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her feet but rather a manly man with a strong quiet face who had not found his ideal perhaps his hair is like deflect with gray and who would understand take her in his sheltering arms strain her to him in all the strength of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with a long long kiss it would be like heaven for such a one she yearns to spy on me summer eve with all the heart of her she longs to be his only his affianced bride for riches for poor in sickness and health till death to his part from this to this stay forward and while eddie boardman was with little tommy behind the push car she was just thinking would the day ever come when she could call herself his little wife to be then they could talk about her till they went blue in the face bertha supple too and eddie little spitfire because she would be twenty two in november she would care for him with creature comforts too for gertie was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess her griddle cake stunned to a golden brown hue and queen aunt's pudding of delightful creaminess had one golden opinions from all because she had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire dredge in the fine self-raising flower and always stir in the same direction then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of the eggs though she didn't like eating part when when there were any people that made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they would have a beautifully appointed drawing room with pictures and engravings and a photograph of grandpa pa gill traps lovely dog garion that almost talked it was so human and chins covers for the chairs and that little silver toast tracking clearies summer jumble sales like they have in rich houses he would be tall with broad shoulders she had always admired tall men for osmond with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping mustache and they would go on the continent for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks and then when they settled down in a nice snug and cozy little homely house every morning they would both have brekkie simple but perfectly served for their own two selves and before he went out to business he would give his dear little wife a good hearty hug and gaze for a moment deep down into her eyes eddie boardman asked tomy calfery was he done and he said yes so then she buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him and told him to run off and play with jackie and to be good now and not to fight but tomy said he wanted the ball and eddie told him no that baby was playing with the ball and if he took it there'd be wigs on the green but tomy said it was his ball and he wanted his ball and he pranced on the ground if you please the temple of him oh he was a man already was little tomy calfery since he was out of his pennies eddie told him no no and be off with him now and she told siri not to give in to him you're not my sister naughty tomy said it's my ball but sissy calfery told baby boardman to look up look up high at her finger and she snatched the ball quickly and threw it along the sand and tell me after it in full career having won the day and he think for a quiet life laughed sissy and she tickled tiny tots two cheeks to make him forget and played here's the lord mayor here's the two horses here's a gingerbread carriage and here he walks in chinch chopper chinch chopper chinch chopper chin but eddie got us crosses two sticks about him getting his own way like that from everyone always petting him i'd like to give him something she said so i would where i won't say under be a tea tum laughed sissy merrily gertie mcdowell bent down her head and crimson that the idea of sissy saying an unladylike thing like that out loud she'd be ashamed of her life to say fleshing a deep rosy red and eddie boardman said she was sure the gentleman opposite heard what she said but not a pin character sis let him she said with a per toss of her head and a pick went tilt to her nose give it to him too in the same place as quick as i'd look at it and uh section 28 section 29 of ulysses this is a librae vox recording all librae vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librae vox dot org recorded by calf guard ulysses by james joce part two the odyssey episode 13 norsica part two madcap sis with a gollywag curls you had to laugh at us sometimes for instance when she asked you would you have some more chinese tea and jasbury ram and when she drew the jugs too and the men's faces on her nails with red ink make you split your sides or when she wanted to go where you know she said she wanted to run and pay a visit to the miss white that was just like sissy comes oh and will you ever forget her the evening she dressed up in her father's suit and hat and the burned cork moustache and walked down tritonville road smoking a cigarette there was none to come up to her for fun but she was sincerity itself one of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made not one of your two-faced things too sweet to be wholesome and then there came out upon the air the sound of voices and the peeling anthem of the organ it was the men's temperance retreat conducted by the missioner the reverend john hughes sj rosary serman and benediction of the most blessed sacrament they were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a most edifying spectacle it was to see in that simple feign beside the waves after the storms of this weary world kneeling before the feet of the immaculate reciting the litany of our lady of loretto beseeching her to intercede for them the old familiar words holy mary holy virgin of virgins house sad to poor gertie's ears had her father only avoid the clutches of the demon drink by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in piercings weekly she might now be rolling in her carriage second to none over and over had she told herself that as she mused by the dying embers in a brown study without the lamp because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of the window dreamily by the hour at the rain falling on the rusty bucket thinking but that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths and homes had kissed its shadow over her childhood days nay she had even witnessed in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had seen her own father a prey to the fumes of intoxication forget himself completely for if there was one thing of all things that gertie knew it was that the man who lifts his hand to a woman save in the way of kindness deserves to be branded as the lowest of the low and still the voices sang in supplication to the virgin most powerful virgin most merciful and gertie wrapped in thought scarce saw or heard her companions or the twins at their boyish gambles or the gentleman of sandy mount green that sissy calfery called the man that was so like himself passing along the strand taking a short walk you never saw him anyway screwed but still and for all that she would not like him for a father because he was too old or something or on account of his face it was a palpable case of dr fel or his carbuncley nose with the pimples on it and his sandy moustache a bit white under his nose poor father with all his faults she loved him still when he sang tell me Mary how to woo thee or my love and cottage near rachelle and they had stewed cockles and lettuce with lasin biz salad dressing for supper and when he sang the moon had raised with mr dignum that died suddenly was buried god of mercy on him from a stroke her mother's birthday that was and charlie was home on his holidays and tom and mr dignum and mrs and patsy and freddy dignum and they were to have had a group taken no one would have thought the end was so near now he was laid to rest and her mother said to him to let that be a warning to him for the rest of his days and he couldn't even go to the funeral on account of the gout and she had to go into town to bring him the letters and samples from his office about katesby's court lino artistic standard designs fit for a palace gives tip top wear and always bright and cheery in the home a sterling good daughter was girty just like a second mother in the house a ministering angel too with a little heart worth its weight in gold and when her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was it rubbed the menthol cone on her forehead but girty though she didn't like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that was the only single thing they ever had words about taking snuff everyone thought the world of her for her gentle ways it was girty who turned off the gas at the main every night and it was girty who tacked up on the wall of that place where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime mr tanny the grosses christmas almanac the picture of house in days where a young gentleman in the costume they used to wear then with a three conard hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his lady love with old-time chivalry through her lattice window you could see there was a story behind it the colors were done something lovely she was in a soft clinging white in a studied attitude and the gentleman was in chocolate and he looked a thorough aristocrat she often looked at them dreamily when she went there for a certain purpose and felt her own arms that were white and soft just like hers with the sleeves back and thought about those times because she had found out in walkers pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpa park ill trap about the halcyon days what they meant the twins were now playing in the most approved brotherly fashion till at last master jackie who was really as bold as brass there was no getting behind that deliberately kicked the ball as hard as ever he could down towards the seaweed rocks needless to say poor tommy was not slow to voice his dismay but luckily the gentleman in black who was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the rescue and intercepted the ball our two champions claimed their plaything with lusty cries and to avoid trouble sissy calfery called to the gentleman to throw it to her please the gentleman aimed the ball once or twice and then threw it up the strand towards sissy calfery but it rolled down the slope and stopped right under gertie skirt near the little pool by the rock the twins clamored again for it and sissy told her to kick it away and let them fight for it so gertie drew back her foot but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to her and she gave a kick but she missed and edie and sissy laughed if you fail try again edie boardman said gertie smiled ascent and bit her lip a delicate pink crept into her pretty cheek but she was determined to let them see so she just lifted her skirt a little but just enough and took good aim and gave the ball a jolly good kick and it went ever so far and the two twins after it down towards the shingle pure jealousy of course it was nothing else to draw attention on account of the gentleman opposite looking she felt the warm flush a danger signal always with gertie mcdowell surging and flaming into her cheek till then they had only exchanged glances of the most casual but now under the brim of a new hat she ventured a look at him and the face that met her gaze there in the twilight one and strangely drawn seemed to her the saddest she had ever seen through the open window of the church the fragrant incense was wafted and with it the fragrant names of her who was conceived without stain of original sin spiritual vessel pray for us honorable vessel pray for us vessel of singular devotion pray for us mystical rose and care worn hearts were there and toilers for their daily bread and many who had aired and wondered their eyes wet with contrition but for all that bright with hope for the reverend father father hues had told them what the great st. bernard said in his famous prayer of mary the most pious virgins into sessory power that it was not recorded in any age that those who implored her powerful protection were ever abandoned by her the twins were now playing again right merrily for the troubles of child at our butters fleeting summer shadows sissy kafri played with baby boardman till he crowed with glee clapping baby hands in air peep she cried behind the hood of the push car and edie asked where was sissy gone and then sissy popped up her head and cried ah and my word didn't the little chap enjoy that and then she told him to say papa say papa baby say papa papa papa and baby did his level best to say it for he was very intelligent for 11 months everyone said and big for his age and the picture of health a perfect little bunch of love and he would certainly turn out to be something great they said ha cha cha cha ha cha sissy wiped his little mouth with the dribbling bib and wanted him to sit up properly and say papa papa but when she undid the strap she cried out holy st denis that he was posseing wet and to double the half blanket the other way under him of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he let everyone know it and two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks it was all no use soothering him with no no no baby no and telling him about the gigi and where was the puff puff but sis always ready-witted gave him in his mouth the teat of the sucking bottle and the young heathen was quickly appeased Gertie wished to goodness they would take their squalling baby home out of that and not get on her nerves no hour to be out and the little brats of twins she gazed out towards the distant sea it was like the paintings that man used to do on the pavement with all the coloured chalks and such a pity too leaving them there to be all blotted out the evening and the clouds coming out and the bailey light on health and to hear the music like that and the perfume of those incense they burned in the church like a kind of waft and while she gazed her heart went pit-a-pat yes it was her he was looking at and there was meaning in his look his eyes burned into her as though they would search her through and through read her very soul wonderful eyes they were superbly expressive but could you trust them people were so queer she could see at once by his dark eyes and his pale intellectual face that he was a foreigner the image of the photo she had of martin harvey the matinee idol only for the moustache which she preferred because she wasn't staged struck like when he ripping him that wanted they too to always dress the same on account of a play but she could not see whether he had an aquiline nose or a slightly retrusive from where he was sitting he was in deep mourning she could see that and the story of a haunting sorrow was written on his face she would have given worlds to know what it was he was looking up so intently so still and he saw her kick the ball and perhaps he could see the bright steel buckles of her shoes if she swung them like that thoughtfully with the toes down she was glad that something told her to put on the transparent stockings thinking reggie wiley might be out but that was far away here was that of which she had so often dreamed it was he who mattered and there was joy on her face because she wanted him because she felt instinctively that he was like no one else the very heart of the girl woman went out to him her dream husband because she knew on the instant it was him if he had suffered more sinned against than sinning or even even if he had been himself a sinner a wicked man she cared not even if he was a Protestant or Methodist she could convert him easily if he truly loved her there were wounds that wanted healing with heart balm she was a womanly woman not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had known those cyclists showing off what they hadn't got and she just yearned to know all to forgive all if she could make him fall in love with her make him forget the memory of the past then may have he would embrace her gently like a real man crushing her soft body to him and love her his onest girly for herself alone refuge of sinners comfortures of the afflicted aura pro-nobus well has it been said that whosoever prays to her with faith and constancy can never be lost or cast away and fitly is she too a haven of refuge for the afflicted because of the seven dollars which transpires to her own heart. Goethe could picture the whole scene in the church the stained glass windows lighted up the candles the flowers and the blue banners of the blessed virgin sedality and Father Conroy was helping Kan and Ohanlin at the altar carrying things in and out with his eyes cast down. He looked almost a saint and his confession box was so quiet and clean and dark and his hands were just like white wax and if ever she became a Dominican nun in their white habit perhaps he might come to the convent for the Navina of St Dominic. He told her that time when she told him about that in confession crimsoning up to the roots of her hair for fear he could see not to be troubled because that was only the voice of nature and we were all subject to nature's laws he said in this life and that that was no sin because that came from the nature of woman instituted by God he said and that our blessed lady herself said to the Archangel Gabriel be it done and to me according to thy word he was so kind and holy and often and often she thought and thought could she work a rush tea cosy with embroidered floral design for him as a present or a clock but they had a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece white and gold with a canary bird that came out of a little house to tell the time the day she went there about the flowers for the 40 hours adoration because it was hard to know what sort of a present to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or someplace. End of section 29. Section 30 of Ulysses. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Recorded by Cath Gard. Ulysses by James Joyce. Part 2. The Odyssey. Episode 13. Norsica. Part 3. The exasperating little brats of twins began to quarrel again and Jackie threw the ball out towards the sea and they both ran after it. Little monkeys common as ditch water. Someone ought to take them and give them a good hiding for themselves to keep them in the places the both of them. And Sissy and Edie shouted after them to come back because they were afraid the tide might come in on them and be drowned. Jackie! Tommy! Not they. What a great notion they had. So Sissy said it was the very last time she'd ever bring them out. She jumped up and called them and she ran down the slope past him tossing her hair behind her which had a good enough color if there had been more of it. But with all the finger-merry she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it to grow long because it wasn't natural so she could just go and throw her hat at it. She ran with long, gandery strides. It was a wonder she didn't rip up her skirt at the side that was too tight on her because there was a lot of the tomboy about Sissy Caffrey and she was a forward piece whenever she thought she had a good opportunity to show and just because she was a good runner she ran like that so that he could see all the end of her petticoat running and her skinny shanks up as far as possible. It would have served her just right if she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose with her high crooked French heels on her to make her look tall and got a fine tumble. Tableau. That would have been a very charming exposition for a gentleman like that to witness. Queen of Angels, Queen of Patriarchs, Queen of Prophets of All Saints they prayed, Queen of the Most Holy Rosary and then Father Conroy handed the Thurible to Kananohanlan and he put in the incense and sensed the blessed sacrament and Sissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she was itching to give them a ringing of clip on the ear but she didn't because she thought he might be watching but she never made a bigger mistake in all her life because Goethe could see without looking that he never took his eyes off of her and then Kananohanlan handed the Thurible back to Father Conroy and knelt down looking up at the blessed sacrament and the choir began to sing the Tantum Ergo and she just swung her foot in and out in time as the music rose and fell to the Tantum 3 and 11 she paid for those stockings in Sparrows of George Street on the Tuesday no the Monday before Easter and there wasn't a brak on them and that was what he was looking at transparent and not at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her because he had eyes in his head to see the difference for himself. Sissy came up along the strand with the two twins and their ball with her hat anyhow on her to one side after her run and she did look astreal tugging the two kids along with the flimsy blouse she bought only a fortnight before like a rag on her back and a bit of a petticoat hanging like a caricature. Goethe just took off her hat for a moment to settle her hair and a prettier a dainty head of nut brown tresses was never seen on a girl's shoulders a radiant little vision ensued almost maddening in its sweetness you would have to travel many a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that she could almost see the swift answering flash of admiration in his eyes that set her tingling in every nerve she put on a hat so that she could see from underneath the brim and swung her buckled shoe faster for her breath court as she caught the expression in his eyes he was eyeing her as a snake eyes its prey her woman's instinct told her that she had raised the devil in him and at the thought a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the lovely color of her face became a glorious rose eddie boardman was noticing it too because she was squinting at Goethe half smiling with her specs like an old maid pretending to nurse the baby irritable little nat she was and always would be and that was why no one could get on with her poking her nose into what was no concern of hers and she said to Goethe penny for your thoughts what replied Goethe with a smile reinforced by the whitest of teeth i was only wondering was it late because she wished to goodness they'd take the snotty nose twins and their babby home to the mischief out of that so that was why she just gave a gentle hint about its being late and when sissy came up eddie asked her the time and miss sissy as glib as you like said it was half past kissing time time to kiss again but eddie wanted to know because they were told to be in early wait said sissy i run asked my uncle peter over there what's the time by his conundrum so over she went and when he saw her coming she could see him take his hand out of his pocket getting nervous and beginning to play with his watch chain looking up at the church passionate nature though he was Goethe could see that he had enormous control over himself one moment he had been there fascinated by a loveliness that made him gaze and the next moment it was the quiet grave face gentleman self-control expressed in every line of his distinguished looking figure sissy said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the right time and Goethe could see him taking out his watch listening to it and looking up and clearing his throat and he said he was very sorry his watch was stopped but he thought it must be after eight because the sun was set his voice had a cultured ring in it and though he spoke in measured accents there was a suspicion of a quiver in the mellow tones sissy said thanks and came back with a tongue out and said uncle said his waterworks were out of order then they sang the second verse of the Tantum Ergo and can and o' Hanlon got up again and sensed the blessed sacrament and knelt down and he told father Conroy that one of the candles was just going to set fire to the flowers and father Conroy got up and settled it all right and she could see the gentleman winding his watch and listening to the works and she swung her leg more in and out in time it was getting darker but he could see and he was looking all the time that he was winding the watch or whatever he was doing to it and then he put it back and put his hands back into his pockets she felt a kind of sensation rushing all over her and she knew by the feel of her scalp and that irritation against her stays that that thing must be coming on because the last time too was when she clipped her hair on account of the moon his dark eyes fixed themself on her again drinking in her every contour literally worshiping at Teshrine if ever there was undisguised admiration in a man's passionate gaze it was their plane to be seen on that man's face it is for you Gertrude McDowell and you know it Edie began to get ready to go and it was high time for her and Gertie noticed that that little hint she gave had had the desired effect because it was a long way along the strand to where there was the place to push up the push car and Sissy took off the twin's caps and tidied their hair to make herself attractive of course and Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his coat poking up at his neck and Father Conroy handed him the card to read off and he read out panem de coilo pri statistici ace and Edie and Sissy were talking about the time all the time and asking her but Gertie could pay them back in their own coin and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edie asked her was she heartbroken about her best boy throwing her over Gertie winced sharply a brief cold blaze shone from her eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable it hurt oh yes it cut deep because Edie had her own quiet way of saying things like that she knew would wound like the confounded little cat she was Gertie's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she fought back the sob that rose to her throat so slim so flawless so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist might have dreamed of she had loved him better than he knew like hearted deceiver and fickle like all his sex he would never understand what he had meant to her and for an instant there was in the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears their eyes were probing her mercilessly but with a brave effort she sparkled back in sympathy as she glanced at her new conquest for them to see oh responded Gertie quick as lightning laughing and the proud head flashed up I can throw my cap at who I like because it's leap year her words rang out crystal clear more musical than the cooing of the ring dove but they cut the silence icily there was that in her young voice that told that she was not a one to be lightly trifled with as for mr reggie with his swank and his bit of money she could just chuck him aside as if he was so much filth and never again would she cast as much as a second thought on him and tear his silly postcard into a dozen pieces and if ever after he dared to presume she could give him one look of measured scorn that would make him shrivel up on the spot miss puny little eddie's countenance fell to no slight extent and Gertie could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was simply in a towering range though she hid it the little kinnit because that shaft had struck home for her petty jealousy and they both knew that she was something aloof apart in another sphere that she was not of them and never would be and there was somebody else too that knew it and saw it so they could put that in their pipe and smoke it eddie straightened up baby boardman to get ready to go and sissy tucked in the ball and the spades and buckets and it was high time too because the sandman was on his way for master boardman jr and sissy told him too that billy winks was coming and that baby was to go and baby looked just too ducky laughing up out of his gleeful eyes and sissy poked him like that out of fun in his wee fat tummy and baby without as much as a bioleave sent up his compliments to all and sundry onto his brand new dribbling bib oh my puddinny pie protested siss he has his bib destroyed the slight contra-tongue claimed her attention but in 2-2 she set that little matter to rights Gertie stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a nervous cough and eddie asked what and she was just going to tell her to catch it while it was flying but she was ever ladylike in her department so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that that was the benediction because just then the bell rang out from the steeple over the quiet seashore because can and o hanlam was up on the altar with the veil that father conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction with the blessed sacrament in his hands how moving the scene there in the gathering twilight the last glimpse of erin the touching chime of those evening bells and at the same time a bat flew forth from the ivid belfry through the dusk hither with a tiny lost cry and she could see far away the lights of the lighthouses so picturesque she would have loved to do with a box of paints because it was easier than to make a man and soon the lamp lighter would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her window where redgie wiley used to turn his free will like she read in that book the lamp lighter by miss cummins author of mabel vaughn and other tales for gertie had her dreams that no one knew of she loved to read poetry and when she got a keepsake from bertha supple of that lovely confession album with the coral pink cover to write her thoughts in she laid it in the drawer of her toilet table which though it did not air on the side of luxury was scrupulously neat and clean it was there she kept her girlish treasure trove the tortoise shell combs her child of mary badge the white rose scent the eye brown liner her alabaster pounce it box and the ribbons to change when her things came home from the wash and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it in violet ink that she bought in healies of dame street for she felt that she too could write poetry if she could only express herself like that poem that appealed to her so deeply that she had copied out of the newspaper she found one evening around the pot herbs aren't they real my ideal it was called by louis jay walsh my caro felt and after there was something about twilight wilt though ever and oftentimes the beauty of poetry so sad in its transient loveliness had misted her eyes with silent tears for she felt that the years was slipping by for her one by one and but for that one shortcoming she knew she need fear no competition and that was an accident coming down dolky hill and she always tried to conceal it but it must end she felt if she saw that magic lure in his eyes there would be no holding back for her love laughs at locksmith's she would make the great sacrifice her every effort would be to share his thoughts dearer than the whole world would she be to him and gild his days with happiness there was the all-important question and she was dying to know was he a married man or a widower who had lost his wife or some tragedy like the nobleman with the foreign name from the land of song had to have her put into a madhouse cruel only to be kind but even if what then would it make a very great difference from everything in the least indelicate to fine bred nature instinctively recoiled she loathed that sort of person the fallen women off the accommodation walk beside the dodder that went with the soldiers and course men with no respect for a girl's honor degrading the sex and being taken up to the police station no no not that they would be just good friends like a big brother and sister without all that other in spite of the conventions of society with a big s perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days beyond recall she thought she understood she would try to understand him because men were so different the old love was waiting waiting with little white hands stretched out with blue appealing eyes heart of mine she would follow her dream of love the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all the only man in all the world for for love was the master guide nothing else mattered come what might she would be wild untrammeled free end of section 30 section 31 of ulysses this is a leper box recording all leper box recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit leperbox.org ulysses by james joce part two the odyssey episode 13 nosikia part four canon will hand one put the blessed sacrament back into the tabernacle and genuflected and the choir sang loud dot a dominum ominous kentus and then he locked the tabernacle door because the benediction was over and father conroy handed him his hat to put on and cross cat edie asked wasn't she coming but jackie calfrey called out oh look sissy and they all looked wasn't she lightning but tommy saw it too over the trees beside the church blue and then green and purple its fireworks sissy calfrey said and they all ran down the strand to see over the houses and the church helter skelter edie with the push car with baby boardman in it and sissy holding tommy and jackie by the hand so they wouldn't fall running come on gertie sissy called it's the bizarre fireworks but gertie was adamant she had no intention of being at their beckon call if they could run like rossies she could sit so she said she could see from where she was the eyes that were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling she looked at him a moment meeting his glance and a light broke in upon her white hot passion was in that face passion silent as the grave and it had made her his at last they were left alone without the others to pry and pass remarks and she knew he could be trusted to the death steadfast a sterling man a man of inflexible honor to his fingertips his hands and face were working and a tremor went over her she leaned back far to look up where the fireworks were and she caught her knee in her hands so as not to fall back looking up and there was no one to see only him and her when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that supple soft and delicately rounded and she seemed to hear the panting of his heart his horse breathing because she knew too about the passion of men like that hot-blooded because bertha supple told her wants in dead secret and made her swear she'd never about the gentleman lodger that was staying with them out of the congested district's board that had pictures cut out of papers of those skirt dancers and high kickers and she said he used to do something not very nice that you could imagine sometimes in the bed but this was altogether different from a thing like that because there was all the difference because she could almost feel him draw her face to his and the first quick hot touch of his handsome lips besides there was absolution so long as you didn't do the other thing before being married and there ought to be women priests that would understand without your telling out and sissy capri too sometimes had that dreamy kind of dreamy look in her eyes so that she too my dear and winnie ripping him so mad about actors photographs and besides it was on account of that other thing coming on the way it did and jackie capri shouted to look there was another and she leaned back and the garters were blue to match on account of the transparent and they all saw it and they all shouted to look look there it was and she leaned back ever so far to see the fireworks and something queer was flying through the air a soft thing to and fro dark and she saw a long roman candle going up over the trees up up and in the tense hush they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and higher and she had to lean back more and more to look up after it high high almost out of sight and her face was suffused with a divine and entrancing blush from straining back and he could see her other things too names of knickers the fabric that caresses the skin better than those other petty width the green four and eleven on account of being white and she let him and she saw that he saw and then it went so high it went out of sight a moment and she was trembling in every limb from being bent back so far that he had a full view high up above her knee where no one ever not even on the swing or waiting and she wasn't ashamed and he wasn't either to look in that immodest way like that because he couldn't resist the sight of the wondrous revealment half offered like those skirt dancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he kept on look she would feign have cried to him jokingly held out her snowy slender arms to him to come to feel his lips laid on her white brow the cry of a young girl's love a little strangled cry rung from her that cry that has rung through the ages and then the rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and oh then the roman candle burst and it was like a scion oh and everyone cried oh oh in raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they shed and ah they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden oh so lovely oh soft sweet soft then all melted away duly in the gray air all was silent ah she glanced at him as she bent forward quickly a pathetic little glance of piteous protest of shy reproach under which he covered like a girl he was leaning back against the rock behind leopold gloom for it is he stands silent with bowed head before those young guileless eyes what a brute he had been added again up there unsullied soul had called to him and wretched that he was how had he answered an utter cad he had been he of all men but there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes for him to a word of pardon even though he had aired and sinned and wandered should a girl tell no a thousand times no that was their secret only theirs alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to know or tell save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening to and fro and little bats don't tell sissy calfery whistled imitating the boys in the football field to show what a great person she was and then she cried gertie gertie we're going come on we can see from farther up gertie had an idea one of love's little ruses she slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course without letting him and then slipped it back wonder if he's too far to she rose was it goodbye no she had to go but they would meet again there and she would dream of that till then tomorrow of her dream of yester eve she drew herself up to her full height their souls met in a last lingering glance and the eyes that reached her heart full of a strange shining hung in raptured on her sweet flower-like face she half smiled at him wandily sweet forgiving smile a smile that urged on tears and then they parted slowly without looking back she went down the uneven strand to sissy to eddy to jackie and to tommy calfery to little baby boardman it was darker now and there were stones and bits of wood on the strand and slippy seaweed she walked with a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her but with care and very slowly because because gertie mcdowell was tight boots no she's lame oh mr bloom watched her as she limped away poor girl that's why she's left on the shelf and the others did a sprint thought something was wrong by the cut of her jib jilted beauty a defect is 10 times worse in a woman but makes them polite glad i didn't know it when she was on show hotly devil all the same i wouldn't mind curiosity like a nun or a niggress or a girl with glasses that squinty one is delicate near her monthlies i expect makes them feel ticklish i have such a bad headache today where did i put that letter yes all right all kinds of crazy longings licking pennies girl in drunk willa convent that none told me liked to smell rock oil virgins go mad in the end i suppose sister how many women in dublin have it today martha she something in the air that's the moon but then why don't all women menstruate at the same time with the same moon i mean depends on the time they were born i suppose or all start scratch and get out of step sometimes molly and millie together anyhow i got the best of that damned glad i didn't do it in the bath this morning over her silly i will punish you letter made up for that tram driver this morning that gouger mccoy stopping me to say nothing and his wife engagement in the country the least voice like a pickaxe thankful for small mercies cheap too yours for the asking because they wanted themselves their natural craving shoals of them every evening poured out of offices preserve better don't want it they throw it at you catch him alive oh pity they can't see themselves a dream of well-filled hose where was that ah yes mutiscope pictures in capel street for men only peeping tom willies hat and what the girls did with it do they snapshot those girls or is it all a fake lingerie does it felt for the curves inside her desabi excites them also when there i'm all clean come and dirty me and they like dressing one another for the sacrifice millie delighted with molly's new blouse at first put them all on to take them all off why i bought her the violet garters us too the tie he wore his lovely socks and turned up trousers he wore a pair of gators the night that first we met his lovely shirt was shining beneath his what a jet say a woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out pinned together oh mary lost the pin of her dressed up to the nines for somebody fashion part of their charm just changes when you're on the track of the secret except the east mary martha now as then no reasonable offer refused she wasn't in a hurry either always off to a fellow when they are they never forget an appointment out on spec probably they believe in chance because like themselves and the others inclined to give her an odd dig girlfriends at school arms round each other's necks or with 10 fingers locked kissing and whispering secrets about nothing in the convent garden nuns with whitewashed faces cool quaffs and their rosaries going up and down vindictive too for what they can't get barbed wire be sure now and right to me and i'll write to you now won't you molly and josey powell till mr right comes along then meet once in a blue moon tableau oh look who is it for the love of god how are you at all what have you been doing with yourself kiss and delighted to kiss to see you picking holes in each other's appearance you're looking splendid sister souls showing their teeth at one another how many have you left wouldn't lend each other a pinch of salt ah devils they are when that's coming on them dark devilish appearance molly often told me feel things a ton way scratch the soul of my foot oh that way oh that's exquisite feel it myself too good to rest once in a way wonder if it's bad to go with them then safe in one way turns milk makes fiddle strings snap something about withering plants i read in a garden besides they say if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt all are dare say she felt i when you feel like that you often meet what you feel like to meet or what dress they look at always know a fellow courting collars and cuffs well cocks and lions do the same and stags same time might prefer a tie undone or something trousers suppose i when i was no gently does it dislike rough and tumble kiss in the dark and never tell saw something in me wonder what sooner have me as i am then some poet chap with bears grease plastery hair love lock over his dexter optic to aid gentleman in literary ought to attend to my appearance my age didn't let her see me in profile still you never know pretty girls and ugly men marrying beauty and the beast besides i can't be so if molly took off her hat to show her hair wide brin bought to hide her face meeting someone might know her bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell hair strong in rut ten bob i got for molly's comings when we were on the rocks in holless street why not suppose he gave her money why not all a prejudice she's worth 10 15 more a pound what i think so all that or nothing bold hand mrs marion did i forget to write a dress on that letter like the postcard i sent to flint and the day i went to dreamies without an appetite wrangle with molly it was put me off no i remember richie gulding he's another ways on his mind funny my watch stopped at half past four dust shark libra oil they used to clean could do it myself save was that just when he she oh he did into her she did done mr bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt oh lord that little limping devil begins to feel cold and clammy after effect not pleasant still you have to get rid of it some way they don't care complimented perhaps go home to nicey bread and milky and to say night prayers with the kitties well aren't they see her as she is spoil all must have the stage setting the rouge costume position music the name to amores of actresses nel quinn mrs brace girdle mod branscombe curtain up moonlight silver effulgence maiden discovered with pensive boson little sweetheart come and kiss me still i feel the strength it gives a man that's the secret of it good job i let off there behind the wall coming out of dignals sider that was otherwise i couldn't have makes you want to sing after the luck of this on tara tara suppose i spoke to her what about bad plan however if you don't know how to end the conversation ask them a question they ask you another good idea if you're stuck gain time but then you're in a cart wonderful of course if you say good evening and you see she's on for it good evening oh the dark evening in the appian way i nearly spoke to mrs clinch oh thinking she was who girl in meath street that night all the dirty things i made her say all wrong of course my arcs she called it it's so hard to find one who oh if you don't answer when they solicit must be horrible for them till they harden and kissed my hand when i gave her the extra two shillings parents press the button and the bird will squeak wish she hadn't called me sir oh her mouth in the dark and you a married man with a single girl that's what they enjoy taking a man from another woman or even hear of it different with me glad to get away from other chap's wife eating off his cold plate chappin the verton today spitting back gum chewed gristle french letters still in my pocket book cause of half the trouble but might happen sometime i don't think come in all is prepared i dreamt what worst is beginning how they change the venue when it's not what they like ask you do you like mushrooms because she wants knew a gentleman who or ask you what someone was going to say when he changed his mind and stopped yet if i went to the whole hog say i want to something like that because i did she too offender then make it up pretend to want something awfully and cry off for her sake like flatters them she must have been thinking of someone else all the time what harm must since she came to the use of reason he he and he first kiss does the trick the propitious moment something inside them goes pop mushy like tell by their eye on the sly first thoughts are best remember that till they're dying day molly lieutenant mulvey that kissed her under the moorish wall beside the gardens fifteen she told me but her breasts were developed fell asleep then after glen cre dinner that was when we drove home feather bed mountain gnashing her teeth in sleep lord mare had his eye on her too val dylan have a plectic there she is with them down there for the fireworks my fireworks up like a rocket down like a stick and the children twins they must be waiting for something to happen on to be grown-ups dressing in mother's clothes time enough understand all the ways of the world and the dark one with the mop head and the nigger mouth i knew she could whistle mouth made for that like molly why that high-class whore in jamets wore her veil only to her nose would you mind please telling me the right time i'll tell you the right time of the dark lane say prunes and prisms 40 times every morning pure for fat lips caressing the little boy too onlookers see most of the game of course they understand birds animals babies in their line didn't look back when she was going down the strand wouldn't give that satisfaction those girls those girls those lovely seaside girls fine eyes she had clear it's the white of the eye brings that out not so much the pupil did she know what i course like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump women never meet one like that wilkins in the high school drawing picture of venus with all his belongings on show call that innocence poor idiot his wife has her work cut out for her never see them sit on a bench marked wet paint eyes all over them look under the bed for what's not there longing to get the fright of their lives sharp as needles they are when i said to molly the man at the corner of cuff street was good looking thought she might like twigged at once he had a false arm had to where do they get that typist going up roger greens stairs to at a time to show her understandings handed down from father to mother to daughter i mean red in the bone nilly for example drying her handkerchief on the mirror to save the ironing best place for an ad to catch a woman's eye on a mirror and when i sent her from molly's paisley shawl to the prescott's by the way that ad i must carrying home the change in her stocking clever little minx i never told her neat way she carries parcels to attract men small thing like that holding up her hand shaking it to let the blood flow back when it was red who did you learn that from nobody something the nurse taught me oh don't they know three years old she was in front of molly's dressing table just before we left lombard street west we have a nice pace mulling car who knows ways of the world young student straight on her pins anyway not like the other still she was game lord i am wet devil you are swell of her calf transparent stockings stretched to breaking point not like that from today ae rumpled stockings or the one in grafting street white wow beef to the heel a monkey puzzle rocket burst spluttering in darting crackles srats and srats srats srats and sissy and tommy and jackie ran out to see and edie after with the push car and then gertie beyond the curve of the rocks will she watch see looked round she smelt an onion darling i saw your i saw all lord did me good all the same off-color after kiernan's dignals for this relief much thanks in hamlet that is lord it was all things combined excitement when she leaned back felt an ache at the butt of my tongue your head it simply swirls he's right might have made a worse fool of myself however instead of talking about nothing then i will tell you all still it was a kind of language between us it couldn't be no gertie they called her might be false name however like my name and the address dolphins barn a blind her maiden name was germine of the round and she lived with her mother in irish town place made me think of that i suppose all tarred with the same brush wiping pens in their stockings but the ball rolled down to her as if it understood every bullet has its billet of course i never could throw anything straight at school crooked as a ram's horn sad however because it lasts only a few years till they settle down to pot walloping and papa's pants will soon fit willy and fuller's earth for the baby when they hold him out to do no soft job saves them keeps them out of harm's way nature washing child washing corpse dignum children's hands always round them coconut skulls monkeys not even closed at first sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds oughtn't to have given that child an empty teeth to suck fill it up with wind this is bow boy pure boy must call to the hospital wonder is nurse callan still there she used to look over some nights when molly was in the coffee palace that young doctor oh hair i noticed her brushing his coat and mrs brine and mrs dignum wants like that too marriageable worst of all at night mrs duggin told me in the city arms husband rolling in drunk stink of pub often like a pole cat have that in your nose in the dark with a stale booze then ask in the morning was i drunk last night bad policy however to fault the husband chickens come home to roost they stick by one another like glue maybe the women's fault also that's where molly can knock spots off them it's the blood of the south moorish also the form the figure hands felt for the opulent just compare for instance those others wife locked up at home skeleton recovered allow me to introduce my then they trot you out some kind of a nondescript wouldn't know what to call her always see a fellow's weak point in his wife still there's destiny in it falling in love have their own the secrets between them chaps that would go to the dogs if some woman didn't take them in hand then little chits of girls height of a shilling in coffers with little hubbies as god made them he matched them sometimes children turn out well enough twice not makes one our old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride marry in may and repent in december this wet is very unpleasant stuck well the foreskin is not back better detach howl end of section 31