section five of Ulysses this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for further information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Ulysses by James Joyce part two the Odyssey episode four Calypso Mr. Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls he liked thick giblet soup nutty gizzards a stuffed roast heart liver slices fried with crust crumbs fried hen cods rose most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly brighting her breakfast things on the humpy tray jelly light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere made him feel a bit peckish the coals were reddening another slice of bread and butter three four right she didn't like her plate full right he turned from the tray lifted the kettle off the hob and set it sideways on the fire it sat there dull and squat it's spout stuck out cup of tea soon good mouth dry the cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high meow oh there you are Mr. Bloom said turning from the fire the cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table mewing just how she stalks over my writing table scratch my head Mr. Bloom watched curiously kindly the live black form clean to see the gloss of her sleek hide the white button under the butt of her tail the green flashing eyes he bent down to her his hands on his knees milk for the pussons he said meow the cat cried they call them stupid they understand what we say better than we understand them she understands all she wants to be addictive too wonder what I look like to her height of a tower no she can jump me afraid of the chickens she is he said mockingly afraid of the chuck chucks I never saw such a stupid pussons as the pussons cruel her nature curious mice never squeal seemed to like it now the cat said loudly she blinked up out of her avid shame closing eyes mewing plaintively and long showing him her milk white teeth he watched the dark eye slits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones then he went to the dresser took the jug handlers milkman had just filled for him poured warm bubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor she cried running to lap he watched the bristles shining wirely in the weak light as she tipped three times and lit lightly wonder is it true if you clip them they can't mouse after why they shine in the dark perhaps the tips or kind of feelers in the dark perhaps he listened to her licking lap ham and eggs no no good eggs with this drought want pure fresh water Thursday not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley's fried with butter a shake of pepper better a pork kidney at Lukatch's while the kettle is boiling she lapsed slower then licking the saucer clean why their tongue so rough to lack better all porous holes nothing she can eat he glanced around him no on quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall paused by the bedroom door she might like something tasty thin bread and butter she likes in the morning still perhaps once in a way he said softly in the bear hall I'm going round the corner be back in a minute and when he had heard his voice say it he added you don't want anything for breakfast the sleepy soft grunt answered no she did not want anything he heard then a warm heavy sigh softer as she turned over and the loose brass quits of the bedstead jingled must get those settle really pity all the way from Gibraltar forgotten any little Spanish she knew wonder what her father gave for it old style oh yes of course bought it at the governor's auction got a short knock hard as nails at a bargain old tweedy yes sir but Plevna that was I rose from the ranks sir and I'm proud of it still he had brains enough to make that corner in stamps now that was far-seeing his hand took his hat from the peg over his initial heavy overcoat and his last property office secondhand waterproof stamps sticky back pictures dare say lots of officers are in the swim to course they do the sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely plastos high-grade hat you peeped quickly inside the leather headband white slip of paper quite safe of the doorstep you felt in his hip pocket for the latch key not there in the trousers I left off must get it potato I have creaky wardrobe no use disturbing her she turned oversleepily that time he pulled the whole door to after him very quietly more till the footleaf dropped gently over the threshold a limp lead looked shut all right till I come back anyhow he crossed to the bright side avoiding the loose cellar flap of number 75 the Sun was nearing the steeple of George's church be a warm day I fancy especially in these black clothes feel it more black conducts reflects refracts is it the heat but I couldn't go in that light suit make a picnic of it his eyelids sank quietly often as he walked in happy warmth Boland's bread van delivering with trays our daily but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp grounds hot makes you feel young somewhere in the East early morning set off at dawn travel round in front of the Sun steal a day's march on him keep it up forever never grow a day older technically walk along a strand strange land come to a city gate century there old rancor to old Tweedy's big moustaches leaning on a long kind of a spear wander through on streets turban faces going by dark caves of carpet shops big man Turco the terrible seated cross-legged smoking a coiled pipe cries of sellers in the streets drink water scented with fennel sherbet wander along all day might meet a robber or two well meet him getting on to sundown the shadows of the mosques along the pillars priest with a scroll rolled up a shiver of the trees signal the evening wind I pass on fading gold sky a mother watches from her doorway she calls her children home in their dark language high wall beyond strings twang night sky moon violet color of Molly's new garters strings listen a girl playing one of these instruments what you call them dulcimers I pass probably not a bit like it really kind of stuff you read in the track of the Sun Sunburst on the title page he smiled pleasing himself what Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the Freeman leader a home rule son rising up in the Northwest from the laneway behind the Bank of Ireland he prolonged his pleased smile icky touch that home rule son rising up in the Northwest he approached Larry O'Rourke's from the celebrating floated up the flabby gush of Porter through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger tea dust biscuit mush good house however just the end of the city traffic for instance McCauley's down there and Gea's position of course if they ran a tram line along the north circular from the cattle market to the keys value would go up like a shot bald head over the blind cute old Codger no use canvassing him an ad still he knows his own business best there he is sure enough my bold Larry leaning against the sugar bean in his shirt sleeves watching the apron to cure it swab up with mop and bucket Simon Diedlers takes him off to a tee with his eyes screwed up do you know what I'm gonna tell you what's that mr. O'Rourke do you know what the Russians they'd be only an eight o'clock breakfast for the Japanese stop and say a word about the funeral perhaps sad thing about poor dignum mr. O'Rourke turning into Dorset Street he said freshly in greeting through the doorway good day mr. O'Rourke good day to you lovely weather sir tears all that where do they get the money coming up red-headed curates from the county leetrim rinsing empties and old man in the cellar then low and behold they blossom out as Adam Finlayters or Dan Talans then think of the competition general thirst good puzzle would be cross-doubling without passing a pub save it they can't off the drunks perhaps put down three and carry five what is that a bob here and there dribs and drabs on the wholesale orders perhaps doing a double shuffle with the town travellers square it with the boss and we'll split the job see how much with that top two off the porter in the month say ten barrels of stuff say he got ten percent oh more ten fifteen he passed st. Joseph's national school Bratz clamour windows open fresh air helps memory or a lilt RBC D Fee G Kella Men WQ rescue VW boys are they yes in his turk in his shark in his boffin at their jogger fry mine sleeve bloom he halted before look at his window staring at the hanks of sausages polonies black and white 50 multiplied by the figures whitened in his mind unsolved displeased he let them fade the shiny links packed with force meat fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm breath of cooked spicy pigs blood a kidney oozed blood gouts on the willow patterned dish the last he stood by the next door girl at the counter would she buy it to calling the items from a slip in her hand chapped washing soda and a pound and a half of Denny's sausages his eyes rested on her vigorous hips woods his name is wonder what he does wife is oldish new blood no followers allowed strong pair of arms whacking a carpet on the clothesline she does whack it by George the way her crooked skirt swings at each whack the fairy tide pork butcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with blotchy fingers sausage pink sound meat there like a store-fed heifer he took up a page from the pile of cut sheets the model farm at Kinnereth on the lake shore of Tiberius can become ideal winter sanatorium Moses Montefiore I thought he was farmhouse wall around it blurred cattle cropping he held the page from him interesting read it nearer the blurred cropping cattle the page rustling the young white heifer those mornings in the cattle market the beasts slowing in their pens branded sheep flop and full of done the breeders in hobnail boots trudging through the litter slapping a palm on a ripe meated hind quarter there's a prime one unpeeled switches in their hands you have the page of slant patiently bending his senses and his will his soft subject gaze at rest the crooked skirt swinging whack by whack by whack the pork butcher snapped two sheets from the pile wrapped up her prime sausages and made a red grimace now my miss he said she tended a coin smiling boldly holding her thick wrist out thank you my miss and one shimming throughputs change for you please mr. Bloom pointed quickly to catch up and walk behind her if she went slowly behind her moving hands pleasant to see first thing in the morning hurry up damn it make hay while the sun shines she stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right he sighed down his nose they never understand so the chapped hands crusted toenails to brown scapulas in tatters defending her both ways the sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast for another a conceivable of duty cuddled her in eckles lane they like them sizable prime sausage oh please mr. policeman I'm lost in the wood throughputs please his hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a side pocket then it fetched up three coins from his trousers pocket and laid them on the rubber prickles they lay were read quickly and quickly slid disc by disc into the till thank you sir another time a speck of eager fire from fox eyes thanked him he withdrew his gaze after an instant no better not another time good morning he said moving away good morning sir no sign gone what matter he walked back along dorset street reading gravely again death net our aim planters company to purchase vast sandy tracks from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees excellent for shade fuel and construction orange groves and immense melon fields north of jaffa you pay eight marks and they plan to do now have land for you with olives oranges almonds or citrons olives cheaper oranges need artificial irrigation every year you get ascending of the crop your name entered for life as owner in the book of the union can pay ten down and the balance in yearly instalments blight choice to us a 34 Berlin w 15 nothing doing still an idea behind it he looked at the cattle blurred in silver heat silvered powdered olive trees quiet long days pruning ripening olives are packed in josei i have a few left from andrew's molly spitting them out knows the taste of them now oranges in tissue paper packed in crates citrons to wonder is poor citrons still alive in st kevin's parade and mastianski with the old sitter pleasant evenings we had then molly and citrons basket chair nice to hold cool wax and fruit hold in the hand lifted to the nostrils and smell the perfume like that heavy sweet wild perfume always the same year after year they fetched high prices to my soul told me our beauties place pleasant streets pleasant old times must be without a floor he said coming all that way spain Gibraltar Mediterranean the Levant crates lined up on the quayside at jaffa chap ticking them off in a book navies handling them in soiled dungarees there's what you call him out of how do you doesn't see chap you know just a salute bit of a bore his back is like that Norwegian captains wonder if I'll meet him today watering cart to provoke the rain on earth as it is in heaven a cloud began to cover the sun holy slowly holy gray far no not like that a barren land bare waste volcanic lake the Dead Sea no fish weedless sunk deep in the earth no wind would lift those waves grey metal poisonous foggy waters brimstone they call it raining down the cities of the plane Sodom Gomorrah Edom all dead names the Dead Sea and a dead land gray and old old now it bore the oldest the first race a bent hag crossed from Cassidy's clutching a noggin bottle by the neck the oldest people wandered far away over all the earth captivity to captivity multiplying dying being born everywhere it lay there now now it could bear no more dead an old woman's the gray sunken cunt of the world desolation gray horror seared his flesh folding the page into his pocket he turned into Eccles Street hurrying homeward cold oil slid along his veins chilling his blood age crusting him with a salt cloak well I'm here now morning mouth bad images got up roll the side of the bed must begin again those sandals exercises on the hands down blotchy brown brick houses number 80 still on that why is that valuation is only 28 towers Batterspeed North MacArthur parlor windows plastered with bills plaster's on the sore eye to smell the gentle smoke of tea fume of the pan sizzling butter be near her ample bed warmed flesh yes yes quick warm sunlight came running from Barclay Road swiftly in slim sandals along the brightening footpath runs she runs to meet me a girl with gold hair on the wind two letters and a card lay on the whole floor he stopped and gathered them Mrs. Marion Bloom his quick heart slowed at once bold hand Mrs. Marion Poldy entering the bedroom he half closed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousaled head who are the letters for he looked at them Mullingar Millie a letter for me from Millie he said carefully and a card to you and a letter for you he laid her card and letter on the twill bed spread near the curve of her knees do you want the blind up letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward I saw her glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow that do he asked turning she was reading the card propped on her elbow she got the things she said he waited till she laid the card aside and cut herself back slowly with a snug sigh hurry up with that tea she said I'm parched the kettle is boiling he said but he delayed to clear the chair her striped petticoat tossed soiled linen and lifted all in an armful onto the foot of the bed she went down the kitchen stairs she called Baldy what scald the teapot on the boil sure enough a plume of steam from the spout he scalded and rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea tilt in the kettle then to let water flow in having set it to draw he took off the kettle and crushed the pan flat on the live coals and watched the lump of butter slide and melt while he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed hungrily against him give her too much meat she won't mouse so they won't eat pork kosher here he let the blood smeared paper fall to her and drop the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce pepper he sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the chip dead cut then he slit open his letter glancing down the page and over thanks new tam mr. Cochlan lockhole picnic young student blazes Boylan seaside girls the tea was drawn he filled his own moustache cup sham crowned Derby smiling silly Millie's birthday gift only five she was then no wait for I gave her the ambroide necklace she broke putting pieces of folded brown paper in the letterbox for her he smiled pouring oh Millie bloom you are my darling you are my looking glass from night to morning I'd rather have you without a farthing than Katie Keo with her ass and garden poor old professor Goodwin dribble old case silly was a courteous old Jack old-fashioned way he used to bow Molly off the platform and the little mirror in his silk hat the night Millie brought it into the parlor oh look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat oh we laughed sex breaking out even then put little peace she was he prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over then fitted the teapot on the tray it's hump bumped as he took it up everything on it bread and butter for sugar spoon a cream yes he carried it upstairs his thumb hooked in the teapot handle nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and sat it on the chair by the bedhead what a time you were she said she set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly an elbow on the pillow he looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft bubs sloping within her nightdress like a she goats udder the warmth of her couched body rose on the air mingling with the fragrance of the tea she poured a strip of torn envelope peaked from under the dimpled pillow in the act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread it was a letter from he asked bold hand Marion oh Boylan she said he's bringing the program what are you singing lachi dad in with JC Doyle she said and loves old sweet song her full lips drinking smiled rather stale smell that incense leaves next day like foul flower water would you like the window open a little she doubled a slice of bread into her mouth asking what time is the funeral 11 I think he answered I didn't see the paper he took up a leg of her soil drawers from the bed no then a twisted grey garter looped around the stocking rumpled shiny soul no that book other stocking her petticoat it must have fell down she said he felt here and there volio a non vor a wonder if she pronounces that right volume not in the bed must have slid down he stooped and lifted the balance the book fallen sprawled against the bulge of the orange keyed chamber pot show here she said I put a mark in it as a word I wanted to ask you she swallowed a draft of tea from her cup held by the not handle and having wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket began to search the text with the hairpin till she reached the word met it what he asked here she said what does that mean he lent downwards and read near her polished thumbnail madam psychosis yes who's he when he's at home madam psychosis he said frowning it's Greek from the Greek that means the trans migration of souls oh rocks she said tell us in plain words he smiled glancing a sconce at her mocking I the same young eyes the first night after the charades dolphins barn he turned over the smudged pages ruby the pride of the ring hello illustration fierce Italian with carriage whip must be ruby pride of the on-the-floor naked she kindly lent the monster mafia he desisted and flung his victim from him with an oath cruelty behind it all doped animals trapeze at hanglers had to look the other way mob gaping break your neck and we'll break our sides families of them bone them young so they met him psychosis that we live after death our souls that a man soul after he dies dignum soul did you finish it he asked yes she said there's nothing smarty in it is she in love with the first fellow all the time never read it do you want another yes get another a pool of cocks nice name he has she poured more tea into her cup watching its flow sideways must get that capital street library book renewed all their right to current in my guarantor reincarnation that's a word some people believe he said that we go on living in another body after death that we live before they call it reincarnation that we all live before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet they say we've forgotten it some say they remember their past lives the sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea better remind her of the word madam psychosis an example would be better an example the bath of the nymph over the bed given away with the eastern number of photo bits splendid masterpiece in art colors tea before you put milk in not unlike her with her hair down slimmer three and six I go for the frame she said it would look nice over the bed naked nymphs grease and for instance all the people that lived then he turned the pages back madam psychosis he said is what the ancient Greeks call it they used to believe you can be changed into an animal or a tree for instance what they call nymphs for example a spoon ceased to stir up the sugar she gave straight before her inhaling through her arch nostrils there's a smell of burn she said did you leave anything on the fire the kidney he cried suddenly he fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and stubbing his toes against the broken commode hurried out towards the smell stepping hastily down the stairs with a flurrid stalks legs pungent smoke shot up in an angry jet from a side of the pan by prodding a prong of the fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back only a little burnt he tossed it off the pan onto a plate and let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it cup of tea now he sat down cut and buttered a slice of the loaf you shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat then he put a forkful into his mouth chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat done to a turn a mouthful of tea then he cut away dyes of bread sopped one in the gravy and put it in his mouth what was that about some young student and a picnic he creased out the letter at his side reading it slowly as he chewed sopping another die of bread in the gravy and raising it to his mouth dearest patley thanks ever so much for the lovely birthday present it suits me splendid everyone says I'm quite the bell in my new time I've got mummy's lovely box of creams and a writing they are lovely I'm getting on swimming in the photo business now mr. cockland took one of me and mrs. will send when developed we did great biz yesterday fair day and all the beef to the heels were in we are going to lock our wall on Monday with a few friends to make a scrap picnic give my love to mummy and to yourself a big kiss and thanks I hear them at the piano downstairs there is to be a concert in the gravel arms on Saturday there's a young student comes here some evenings named bannon his cousins or something a big swells he sings Boylands I was on the pop of writing blazes Boylands song about those seaside girls tell him silly Millie sends my best respects must now close with fondest love your fond daughter Millie p.s. excuse bad writing I'm in a hurry bye-bye him 15 yesterday curious 15th of the month to her first birthday away from home separation remember the summer morning she was born running to knock up mrs. Thornton in Denzel Street jolly old woman lots of babies she must have helped into the world she knew from the first poor little rude he wouldn't live well got his good sir she knew at once he would be 11 now if he had lived his vacant face stared pitying at the post script excuse bad writing hurry piano downstairs coming out of her shell row with her in the Excel cafe about the bracelet wouldn't eat her cakes or speak or look sauce box he sucked other dyes of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney 12 and 6 a week not much still she might do worse musical stage young student he drank a draft of cooler tea to wash down his meal then he read the letter again twice oh well she knows how to mind herself but if not no nothing has happened of course it might wait in any case till it does a wild piece of goods a slim legs running up the staircase destiny ripening now bane very he smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window day I caught her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red anemic a little was given milk too long on the errands king that day round the kish dand old tub pitching him about not a bit funky her pale blue scarf loose in the wind with her hair all dimpled cheeks and curls your head it simply swirls seaside girls torn envelope and stuck in his trousers pockets javi off for the day singing friend of the family swirls he says peer with lamps summer evening band those girls those girls those lovely seaside girls many two young kisses the first far away now past mrs. Marion breeding lying back now counting the strands of her hair smiling braiding a soft quarm regret flowed down his backbone increasing will happen yes prevent useless can't move girls sweet light lips will happen too you felt the flowing quarm spread over him useless to move now lips kissed kissing kissed full glowy woman's lips better where she is down there away occupy her wanted a dog to pass the time might take a trip down there August Bank holiday only two and six return six weeks off however might work a press pass or through McCoy the cat having cleaned all her fur returned to the meat stained paper nosed at it and stalked to the door she looked back at him mewing wants to go out wait before a door sometime it will open let her wait has the fidgets electric thunder in the air was washing at her ear with her back to the fire too he felt heavy full then a gentle loosening of his bowels he stood up undoing the waistband of his trousers the cat mew to him meow he said in answer wait till i'm ready heaviness hot day coming too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the landing a paper you like to read at stall hope no ape comes knocking just as i'm in the table drawer he found an old number of tidbits he folded it under his armpit went to the door and opened it the cat went up in soft bounds wanted to go upstairs curl up in a ball on the bed listening he heard her voice come come pussy come he went out through the back door into the garden stood to listen towards the next garden no sound perhaps hanging clothes out to dry the maid was in the garden fine morning he bed down to regard a lean file of spear mint grown by the wall make a summer house here scarlet runners Virginia creepers want to manure the whole place over scabby soil a coat of liver of sulfur all soil like that without dung household slops low what is this that is the hands in the next garden their droppings are very good top dressing best of all though are the cattle especially when they are fed on those oil cakes mulch of dung best thing to clean ladies kid gloves dirty cleans ashes to reclaim the whole place gropees in that corner there lettuce always have fresh greens then still gardens have their drawbacks that be your blue bottle here with Monday he walked on where's my hat by the way must have put it back on the peg or hanging up on the floor funny I don't remember that all stand too full for umbrellas her rain cloak picking up the letters dragoes shot bell ringing queer I was just thinking that moment brown brilliantened hair over his collar just had a wash and brush up wonder have I time for a bath this morning Tara Street chap in the paybox they're gone away James Stevens they say oh Brian deep voice that fellow look up chairs agenda what is it now my miss enthusiast he kicked open the crazy door of the jakes better be careful not to get these trousers dirty for the funeral he went in bowing his head under the low lintel leaving the door a jar amid the stench of moldy lime wash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the next door window the king was in his counting house nobody a squat on the cut stool he folded out his paper turning its pages over on his bare knees something new and easy no great hurry keep it a bit our prize tip it machem's master stroke written by mr. Philip Beaufort playgoers Club London payment at the rate of one guinea column has been made to the writer three and a half three pounds three three pounds thirteen and six quietly he read restraining himself the first column and yielding but resisting began the second midway his last resistance yielding he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone hope is not to be bring on pause again no just right so ah costive one tabloid of cascara sagrada life might be so it did not move or touch him but it was something quick and neat print anything now city season he read on seated calm above his own rising smell neat certainly machem often thinks of the master stroke by which he won the laughing witch who now begins and ends morally hand-in-hand smart he glanced back through what he had read while feeling his water flow quietly he envied kindly mr. Beaufort who had written it and received payment of three pounds thirteen and six my manager sketch by mr. Mrs. L M bloom invent a story for some proverb which time I used to try jotting down on my cuff what she said dressing this light dressing together nicked myself shaving biting her netherlip hooking the placket of her skirt timing her 915 did Roberts pay you yet 920 what had Greta Conroy on 923 what possessed me to buy this comb 924 I'm swelled after that cabbage a speck of dust on the paint and leather of her boot rubbing smartly in turn each welter against her stocking calf morning after the bizarre dance when May's band played Ponkely's dance of the hours explain that morning hours noon then evening coming on then night hours washing her teeth that was the first night her head dancing her fan sticks clicking is that boiling well off he has money why I noticed he had a good smell off his breath dancing no use humming then allude to it strange kind of music that last night the mirror was in shadow she rubbed her hand glass briskly on her woolen vest against her full wagging bub peering into it lines in her eyes it wouldn't pan out somehow evening hours girls in grey gauze night hours then black with daggers and eye masks political idea pink then golden then gray then black still true to life also day then the night he tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it then he girded up his trousers braced and buttoned himself he pulled back the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom into the air in the bright light lightened and cooled in limb he eyed carefully his black trousers the ends the knees the hawks of the knees what time is the funeral better find out in the paper the creek and a dark were in the air high up bells of george's church they told the hour loud dark iron hey ho hey ho hey ho hey ho hey ho hey ho hey ho quarter two there again the overtone following through the air third poor dignum and of section five section six of Ulysses this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for further information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Ulysses by James Joyce part two the Odyssey episode five Lotus Eaters by lorries along Sir John Rogerson's key Mr. Bloom walked soberly past windmill lane leases the linseed crushes the postal telegraph office could have given that address too and passed the sailors home he turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through lime street by Brady's cottages a boy for the skins lulled his bucket of awful linked smoking a chewed fat bat a smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him listlessly holding her battered car scoop tell him if he smokes he won't grow I'll let him his life isn't such a bed of roses waiting outside pubs to bring da home come on to my da slack hour won't be many there he crossed Townsend Street past the frowning face of Bethel L yes household Aleph beth and passed nickels the undertakers but 11 it is time enough dare say corny color her bag that job for O'Neill's singing with his eyes shut corny met her once in the park in the dark what a lark police tout her name and address she then told with my tour alum tour alum tae oh surely he bagged it bury him cheap in watch him a call with my tour alum tour alum tour alum in Westland row he halted before the window of the Belfast and Oriental Tea Company and read the legends of lead-papered packets choice-blend finest quality family tea rather warm tea must get some from Tom Kernan couldn't ask him at a funeral though while his eyes still red blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hair oil and sent his right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair very warm morning under their drop lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather headband inside his high-grade huh just there his right hand came down into the bowl of his hand his fingers found quickly a card behind the head band and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket so warm his right hand once more more slowly went over again choice blend made of the finest Ceylon brands the Far East lovely spot it must be the Garden of the World big lazy leaves to float about on cactuses flowery meads snakey lianas they call them wonder is it like that those single ease lobbing around in the sun in Dolce not doing a hands turn all day sleep six months out of 12 too hot to quarrel influence of the climate lethargy flowers of idleness the air feeds most azotes hot house in botanic gardens sensitive plants water lilies petals too tired to sleeping sickness in the air walk on rose leaves imagine trying to eat tripe and cow hill where was the chap I saw in that picture somewhere I'm the Dead Sea floating on his back reading a book with a parasol open couldn't think if you tried so thick with salt because the weight of the water no the weight of the body in the water is equal to the weight of the or is it the volume is equal of the weight it's a law or something like that banks in high school cracking his finger joints teaching the college curriculum cracking curriculum what is weight really when you say the weight 32 feet per second per second law of falling bodies per second per second they all fall to the ground the earth it's the force of gravity of the earth is the weight he turned away and sauntered across the road how did she walk with her sausages like that something as he walked he took the folded freemen from his side pocket unfolded it rolled it lengthwise in a baton and tapped it at each sauntering step against his trouser leg careless air just drop in to see per second per second per second for every second it means from the curb stone he darted a keen glance through the door of the post office too late box post here no one in he handed the card through the brass grill are there any letters for me he asked while the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the recruiting poster with soldiers of all arms on parade and held the tip of his baton against his nostrils smelling fresh printed rag paper no answer probably went too far last time the postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a letter he thanked and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope henry flower is choir care of post office western row city answered anyhow he slipped card and letter into his side pocket reviewing again the soldiers on parade where's old tweedy's regiment cast off soldier there bearskin cap and hackle plume no he's a grenadier pointed cuffs there he is royal Dublin fusiliers red coats too showy that must be why the women go after them uniform easier to enlist and drill more gond's letter about taking them off o'connell street at night disgrace to our irish capital griffids paper is on the same tack now an army rotten with venereal disease overseas or half seas over empire half bait they look hypnotized like eyes front mark time table able bed head the king's own never see him dressed up as a fireman or a bobby a mason yes he strolled out of the post office and turned to the right talk as if that would men matters his hand went into his pocket and a forefinger felt its way under the flap of the envelope ripping it open in jerks women will pay a lot of heed i don't think his fingers drew forth the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket something pinned on it photo perhaps hair no mccoy get rid of him quickly take me out of my way hate company when you hello bloom where are you off to hello mccoy no we're in particular how's the body fine how are you just keeping alive mccoy said his eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect is there any no trouble i hope i see your oh no mr bloom said poor dignum you know the funeral is today to be sure poor fellow so it is what time a photo it isn't a badge maybe uh 11 mr bloom answered i must try to get out there mccoy said 11 is it i only heard it last night who was telling me hollerhood you know hoppy i know mr bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door of the grovner the porter hoisted the bellies up on the whale she stood still waiting while the man husband brother like her searched his pockets for change stylish kind of coat with that roll collar warm for a day like this looks like blanket cloth careless stand of her with her hands in those patch pockets like that haughty creature at the polo match women all for cast till you touch the spot handsome is and handsome does reserved about to yield the honorable mrs and brutus is an honorable man possess her once take the starch out of her i was with bob doran he's on one of his periodical bends and what do you call him phantom lions just down there in conways we were doran lions in conways she raised a gloved hand to her hair in came poppy having a wet drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath his veiled eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shining the glare the braided drums clearly i can see today moisture about gives long sight perhaps talking of one thing or another ladies hand which side will she get up and he said sad thing about our poor friend paddy what paddy i said poor little paddy dignum he said off to the country broadstone probably high brown boots with laces dangling well turned foot what is he fostering over that change for sees me looking i out for other fellow always good fallback two strings to her bow why i said what's wrong with him i said proud rich silk stockings yes mr bloom said he moved a little to the side of mccoy's talking head getting up in a minute what's wrong with him he said he's dead he said and faith he filled up is it paddy dignum i said i couldn't believe it when i heard it i was with him no later than friday last or thursday was it in the arch yes he said he's gone he died on monday poor fellow watch watch silk flash rich stockings white watch the heavy tram car honking its gong slewed between lost it curse your noisy pug nose feels locked out of it paradise and the perry always happening like that the very moment girl in yuster street hallway monday was it settling her garter her friend covering the display of esprit decor well what are you gaping at yes yes mr bloom said after a dull sigh another gone one of the best mccoy said the tram passed they drove off towards the loop line bridge her rich gloved hand on the steel grip flicker flicker the lace flare of her hat in the sun flicker flick wife well i suppose mccoy's changed voice said oh yes mr bloom said tip top thanks he unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly what is home without plum trees potted meat incomplete with it and a bode of bliss my mrs has just got an engagement at least it's not settled yet police tack again by the way no harm i'm off that thanks mr bloom turned his large liddy dies with unhasty friendliness my wife too he said she's going to sing at a swagger affair in the holster hall belfast on the 25th that's so mccoy said glad to hear that old man who's getting it up mrs marion bloom not up yet queen was in her bedroom eating bread and no book blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens dark lady and fair man cat furry black ball torn strip of envelope loves old sweet song comes loves old it's kind of a tour don't you see mr bloom said thoughtfully sweet song there's a committee formed part shares and part profits mccoy nodded picking at his moustache stubble oh well he said that's good news he moved to go well glad to see you looking fit he said meet you knocking around yes mr bloom said tell you what mccoy said you might put down my name at the funeral will you i'd like to go but i might be able to see there's a drowning case at sandy cove may turn up and then the coroner and myself would have to go down if the body is found you just shove in my name if i'm not there will you i'll do that mr bloom said moving to get off that'll be all right right mccoy said brightly thanks old man i'd go if i possibly could well to long just cp mccoy will do that will be done mr bloom answered firmly didn't catch me napping that wheeze a quick touch soft mark i'd like my job believes i have a particular fancy for leather capped corners riveted edges double action lever lock bob cowley lent him his for the wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it from that good day to this mr bloom strolling towards brunswick street smiled my mrs has just gotten really freckled soprano cheese pairing nose nice enough in its way for a little ballad no guts in it you and me don't you know in the same boat soft soaping give you the needle that would can't he hear the difference i think he's that way inclined a bit against my grain somehow thought the belfast would fetch him i hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse suppose she wouldn't let herself be vaccinated again your wife and my wife wonder is he pimping after me mr bloom stood at the corner his eyes wandering over the multicolored hoardings cantrels and cockrens ginger ale aromatic clearly summer sale no he's going on straight hello leah tonight mrs bandman parma like to see her in that again hamlet she played last night male impersonator perhaps he was a woman why i feel you're committed suicide pawpaw how he used to talk about kate bateman in that outside the adelphi in london waited all the afternoon to get in year before i was born that was 65 and ristori in vienna what is this the right name is by mozantal it is rachel is it no the scene he was always talking about where the old blind abraham recognizes the voice and puts his fingers on his face nathan's voice his son's voice i hear the voice of nathan who left his father to die of grief and misery in my arms who left the house of his father and left the god of his father every word is so deeply uphold poor pa pa poor man i'm glad i didn't go into the room to look at his face that day oh dear oh dear well perhaps it was the best for him mr bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the hazard no use thinking of it anymore knows bag time wish i hadn't met that mccoy fellow he came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats the gently chomping teeth their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by amid the sweet oat and reek of horse piss their eldorado poured jugginses damn all they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nose bags too full for words still they get their feet all right and their dos gilded too a stump of black gutter percha wagging limp between their haunches might be happy all the same that way good poor brutes they look still their nae can be very irritating he drew the letter from his pocket and folded it into the newspaper he carried might just walk into her here the lane is safer he passed the cabin shelter curious the life of drifting cabbies all weathers all places time or set down no will of their own volio and non like to give them an odd cigarette sociable shout a few flying syllables as they pass he hummed la cheetarem la mano la la la la la la he turned into cumberland street and going on some paces halted in the lee of the station wall no one meets timbiard pal balks ruins and tenements with careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten picky stone not a sinner near the timbiard a squatted child at marbles alone shooting the tour with a cunny done a wise tabby a blinking sphinx watched from her warm seal pity to disturb them mohammed cut a piece out of his mantle not to wake her open it once i played marbles when i went to that old dame's school she liked minyanette mrs ellises and mister he opened the letter within the newspaper a flower i think it's a a yellow flower with flattened petals not annoyed then what does she say dear henry i got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it i'm sorry you did not like my last letter why did you enclose the stamps i'm awfully angry with you i do wish i could punish you for that i called you naughty boy because i do not like that other word please tell me what is the real meaning of that word are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy i do wish i could do something for you please tell me what you think of poor me i often think of the beautiful name you have dear henry when will we meet i think of you so often you have no idea i have never felt myself so much drawn to a man as you i feel so bad about please write me a long letter and tell me more remember if you do not i will punish you so now you know what i will do to you you naughty boy if you do not write oh how i long to meet you henry dear do not deny my request before my patients are exhausted then i will tell you all goodbye now naughty darling i have such a bad headache today and write by return to your longing martha ps do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use i want to know he tore the flower gravely from its pin hold smelt it's almost no smell and placed it in his heart pocket language of flowers they like it because no one can hear or a poison bouquet to strike him down then walking slowly forward he read the letter again murmuring here and there a word angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you don't please poor forget me not how i long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty night stalk wife martha's perfume having read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his side pocket weak joy opened his lips changed since the first letter wonder did she write it herself doing the indignant a girl of good family like me respectable character could meet one sunday after the rosary thank you not having any usual love scrimmage then running round corners bad as a row with molly cigar has a cooling effect narcotic go further next time naughty boy punish afraid of words of course brutal why not try it anyhow a bit at a time fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it common pin eh he threw it on the road out of her clothes somewhere pinned together queer the number of pins they always have no roses without thorns flat doubling voices bald in his head those two sluts that night in the coom linked together in the rain oh mary lost the pin of her drawers she didn't know what to do to keep it up to keep it up eat them such a bad headache that's a roses probably or sitting all day typing i focus bad for stomach nerves what perfume does your wife use how could you make out a thing like that to keep it up martha mary i saw that picture somewhere i forget now old master or fate for money he's sitting in their house talking mysterious also the two sluts in the coom would listen to keep it up nice kind of evening feeling no more wondering about just lol there quiet dusk let everything rip forget tell about places you've been strange customs the other one jaren her head was getting the supper fruit olives lovely cool water out of the well stone cold like the hole in the wall at ash town must carry a paper goblet next time i go to the trotting matches she listens with big dark soft eyes tell her more and more all then a sigh silence long long long rest going under the railway she took out the envelope tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the road the shreds fluttered away sank in the dank air a white flutter then all sank henry flower you could tear up a check for a hundred pounds in the same way simple bit of paper lord ivy once cashed a seven figure check for a million in the bank of ireland shows you the money to be made out of porter still the other brother lord ardy lawn has to change his shirt four times a day they say skin breeds lice or vermin a million pounds wait a moment tuppence a pint four pence a court eight pence a gallon of porter no one and four pence a gallon of porter one and four into 20 15 about yes exactly 15 millions of barrels of porter what am i saying barrels gallons about a million barrels all the same an incoming train clanked heavily over his head coach after coach barrels bumped in his head dull porter slopped and churned inside the bung holes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out flowing together winding through mudflaks all over the level land a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wide-leaved flowers of its broth he had reached the open back door of all hallows stepping into the porch he doffed his hat took the card from his pocket and tucked it again behind the leather headband damn it i might have tried to work macaw for a pastor mullingar same notice on the door sermon by the very reverend john connor me society of jesus on saint peter claver and the african mission save china's millions wonder how they explain it to the heathen chinese prefer an ounce of opium celestials rank heresy for them prayers for the conversion of gladstone they had to when he was almost unconscious the protestants the same convert dr william j walsh dd to the true religion buddha their god lying on his side in the museum taking it easy with his hand under his cheek just sticks burning not like eche homo crown of thorns and cross clever ideas and patrick the shamrock chopsticks con me martin cunningham knows him distinguished looking sorry i didn't work him about getting molly into the choir instead of that father farley who looked a fool but wasn't they're taught that he's not going out in bluey specks with the sweat rolling off him to baptize blacks is he the glasses would take their fancy flashing like to see them sitting around in a ring with blub lips entranced listening still live lap it up like milk i suppose the cold smell of sacred stone called him he trod the worn steps pushed the swing door and entered softly by the rear something going on some sodality pity so empty nice discreet place to be next some girl who is my neighbor jammed by the hour to slow music that woman at midnight mass seventh heaven women knelt in the benches with crimson halters around their necks heads bowed a batch knelt at the altar rails the priest went along by them murmuring holding the thing in his hands he stopped at each took out a communion shook a drop or two are they in water off it and put it neatly into her mouth her hat and head sank then the next one a small old woman the priest bent down to put it into her mouth murmuring all the time latin the next one shut your eyes and open your mouth what corpus body corpse good idea the latin stupefies them first hospice for the dying they don't seem to chew it only swallow it down rum idea eating bits of a corpse while the cannibals cotton to it he stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle one by one and seek their places he approached a bench and seated himself in its corner nursing his hat and newspaper these pots we have to wear we ought to have hats modelled on our heads they were about him here and there with heads still bowed in their crimson halters waiting for it to melt in their stomachs something like those matzoth it's that sort of bread unleavened showbread look at them now i bet it makes them feel happy lollipop it does yes bread of angels it's called there's a big idea behind it kind of kingdom of god is within you feel first communicants oki poki penny a lump then feel all like one family party same in the theater all in the same swim they do i'm sure of that not so lonely it's our confraternity then came out a big spreech let off steam thing is if you really believe in it lord's cure waters of oblivion and the knock apparition statues bleeding old fellow asleep near that confession box hence those snores blind faith safe in the arms of kingdom come lulls all pain wake this time next year he saw the priest stow the communion cup away well in a kneeling instant before it showing a large gray boots sole from under the lace affair he had on suppose he lost the pin of his he wouldn't know what to do bald spot behind letters on his back i n r i no i h s molly told me one time i asked her i have sinned or no i have suffered it is and the other one iron nails ran in meet one sunday after the rosary do not deny my request turn up with a veil and black bag dust and the light behind her she might be here with a ribbon around her neck and do the other thing all the same on the sly their character that fellow that turned queen's evidence on the invincibles he used to receive the kerry was his name the communion every morning this very church peter kerry no peter claver i'm thinking of denise kerry just imagine that wife and six children at home plotting that murder all the time those craw thumpers now that's a good name for them there's always something shifty looking about them they're not straight men of business either oh no she's not here the flower no no by the way did i tear up that envelope yes under the bridge the priest was rinsing out the chalice then he tossed off the dregs smartly wine makes it more aristocratic then for example if he drank what they are used to guinnessy's porter or some temperance beverage weeply's doubling hot bitters or cantral and cockeron's ginger ale aromatic doesn't give them any of it show wine only the other cold comfort pious fraud but quite right otherwise they'd have one old boozer worse than another coming along caging for a drink queer the whole atmosphere of the quite right perfectly right that is mr bloom looked back towards the choir not going to be any music pity who has the organ here i wonder old glenn he knew how to make that instrument talk the vibrato 50 pounds a year they say he had in gardener street molly was in fine voice that day the stab at martyr of rossini father bernard born serman first christ or pilot christ but don't keep us all night over it music they wanted foot drill stopped could hear a pin drop i told her to pitch her voice against that corner i could feel the thrill in the air the full the people looking up quisest homo some of that old sacred music is splendid mercadante seven last words moat's arts twelfth mass the gloria and that those old popes were keen on music on art and statues and pictures of all kinds palestrina for example they had a gay old time while it lasted healthy too chanting regular hours then brew liqueurs benedictine green chartreuse still having eunuchs in their choir that was coming it a bit thick what kind of voice is it must be curious to hear after their own strong bases connoisseurs suppose they wouldn't feel anything after kind of placid no worry fall into flesh don't they gluttons tall long legs who knows eunuch one way out of it he saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about and bless all the people all crossed themselves and stood up mr bloom glanced about him and then stood up looking over the risen hats stand up at the gospel of course then all settled down on their knees again and he sat back quietly in his bench the priest came down from the altar holding the thing out from him and he and the mass boy answered each other in latin then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card oh god our refuge and our strength mr bloom put his face forward to catch the words english throw them the bone i'll remember slightly along since your last mass gloria and immaculate virgin joseph her spouse peter and paul more interesting if you understood what it was all about wonderful organization certainly goes like clockwork confession everyone wants to then i will tell you all penance punish me please great weapon in their hands more than doctor or solicitor woman dying too and i shh and did you cha cha cha cha and why did you look down at her ring to find an excuse whispering gallery walls have ears husband learned her his surprise god's a little joke then out she comes repentance skin deep lovely shame pray at an altar hail mary and holy mary flowers incense candles melting hide her blushes salvation army blatant imitation reform prostitute will address the meeting how i found the lord square headed chaps those must be in row they work the whole show and don't they rake in the money too bequests also to the pp for the time being in his absolute discretion masses for the repose of my soul to be said publicly with open doors monasteries and convents the priest in the firmana will case in the witness box no brow beating him he had his answer pat for everything liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church the doctors of the church they mapped out the whole theology of it the priest prayed blessed michael archangel defend us in the hour of conflict be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil may god restrain him we humbly pray and do thou oh prince of the heavenly host by the power of god thrust satan down to hell and with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls the priest and the mass boy stood up and walked off all over the women remained behind thanksgiving better be shoving along brother buzz come around with the plate perhaps pay your Easter duty he stood up hello were those two buttons in my way scout open all the time women enjoy it annoyed if you don't why didn't you tell me before never tell you but we excuse me there's a who just a fluff all their skirt behind placket unhooked glimpses of the moon still like you better untidy good job it wasn't further south he passed discreetly buttoning down the aisle and out through the main door into the light he stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble bowl while before him and behind two worshipers dipped 30 pans in the low tide of holy water trans a car of preskets die works a widow in her weeds notice because i'm in mourning myself he covered himself that goes the time quarter past time enough yet better get that lotion made up where is this is the last time sweeney's in lincoln place chemists rarely move the green and gold beacon jars too heavy to stir hamilton longs pounded in the year of the flood you can oh churchyard near there busy sunday he walked southward along westland row but the recipe is in the other trousers oh and i forgot that latchkey too bore this funeral affair oh well poor fellow it's not his fault when was it i got it made up last wait i changed the sobrin i remember first of the month it must have been all the second oh he can look it up in the prescriptions book chemists turn back page after page sandy shriveled smell he seems to have shrunken skull and old quest for the philosopher's stone the alchemists drugs aid you after mental excitement lethargy then why reaction a lifetime in a night gradually changes your character living all the day among herbs ointments disinfectants all his alabaster lily pots mortran pestle act dist foal lore tay virid smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell dr whack he ought to physique himself a bit electry or emulsion the first fellow that picked a herb to cure himself had a bit of pluck symbols want to be careful enough stuff here to chloroform you test turns blue litmus paper red chloroform over dose of laudanum sleeping drafts love filters paragoric poppy syrup bad for cough clogs the pour or the flan poisons the only cures remedy where you least expected clever of nature better fortnight ago sir yes mr bloom said he waited by the counter inhaling the keen reek of drugs the dusty dry smell of sponges and loophers a lot of time taken up telling your aches and pains sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin mr bloom said and then orange flower water it certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax and white wax also he said brings out the darkness of her eyes looking at me the sheet up to her eyes Spanish smelling herself when i was fixing the links in my cuffs those homely recipes are often the best strawberries for the tea nettles and rainwater oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk skin food one of the old queen's sons duke of albany was it had only one skin leopold yes three we have warts bunions and pimples to make it worse but you want a perfume too what perfume does your poor disband you that orange flower pure curd soap water is so fresh nice smell these soaps have time to get a bath around the corner come on turkish massage dirt gets rolled up in your navel nicer if a nice girl did it also i think i yes i do it in the bath curious longing i water to water combine business with pleasure pity no time for massage feel fresh then all day funeral be rather glum yes sir the chemist said that was two and nine have you brought a bottle no mr bloom said make it up please i'll call later in the day and i'll take one of those soaps how much are they forp and sir mr bloom raised a cake to his nostrils sweet lemony wax i'll take this one he said that makes three and a penny yes sir the chemist said you can pay all together sir when you come back good mr bloom said he strolled out of the shop the newspaper baton under his armpit the cool rapid soap in his left hand at his armpit bantam lion's voice and hand said hello bloom what's the best news is that today's show us a minute shaved off his moustache again by jove long cold upper lip to look younger he does not bar me younger than i am bantam lion's his yellow black nailed fingers unrolled the baton wants a wash too take off the rough dirt good morning have you used pear soap dandruff on his shoulders scalp wants oiling i want to see about that french horse that's running today bantam lion said where the bugger is it he rustled the pleated pages jerking his chin on his high collar barbers itch tight collar he'll lose his hair better leave him the paper and get shut of him you can keep it mr bloom said ask it gold cup wait bantam lions muttered off a mow maximum the second i was just going to throw it away mr bloom said bantam lions raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly what's that his shout voice said i say you can keep it mr bloom answered i was going to throw it away that moment bantam lions doubted an instant leering then thrust the outspread sheets back on mr bloom's arms i'll risk it he said here thanks he sped off towards conway's corner god speed scutt mr bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap in it smiling city lips of that chap betting regular hotbed of it lately messenger boy stealing to put on sixpence raffle for large tender turkey your christmas dinner for throopens jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to america keeps a hotel now they never come back flash spots of egypt he walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths remind you of a mosque red baked bricks the minarets college sports today i see he eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park cyclists doubled up like a cod in a pot damn bad ad now if they had made it round like a wheel then the spokes sports sports sports and the hub big college something to catch the eye there's hornblower standing at the porter's lodge keep him on hands might take a turn in there on the nod how'd you do mr hornblower how'd you do sir heavenly weather really if life was always like that cricket weather sit around under sunshades over after over out they can't play it here duck for six wickets still captain bullet broke a window in the killed air street club with a slob to square leg donnie brook fair more in their line and the skulls we were a cracking when mccarthy took the floor heatwave won't last for ways passing the stream of life which in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all enjoy a bath now clean trough of water cool enamel the gentle tepid stream this is my body he foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full naked in a womb of warmth oiled by scented melting soap softly laved he saw his drunken limbs rippled over and sustained void lightly upward lemon yellow his navel but a flesh and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands a languid floating flower end of section six