Ulysse par jour



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2012 : James Joyce « tombe », comme le veut la formule, dans le domaine public. Moment idéal pour entreprendre un projet fou : traduire ce monument, jour après jour, phrase après phrase (ou presque). Deux traductions françaises sont déjà parues : une première, en 1929, signée Auguste Morel, assisté de Stuart Gilbert, Valery Larbaud et l’auteur lui-même et une seconde en 2004, menée par une équipe d’écrivains, traducteurs et universitaires sous la direction de Jacques Aubert. On n’ira pas dans cette direction mais on ne se privera pas de se référer à l’une ou à l’autre (cf. diverses notes de bas de page). Le but du jeu, dans cet exercice, serait d’opérer, par le biais de la traduction, une sorte de piratage poétique, au sens où l’entendait par exemple Kathy Acker. Que ceux qui veulent me joindre dans la bataille s’amènent : la phrase originale est dépliable en haut de chaque page et les commentaires sont faits pour ça.

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6 février 2012

#Ulysse 1


Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.


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7 février 2012

#Ulysse 2


A yellow dressinggown,ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air.


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8 février 2012

#Ulysse 3


He held the bowl aloft and intoned :
— Introibo ad altare Dei.


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9 février 2012

#Ulysse 4


Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely :
— Come up, Kinch ! Come up, you fearful jesuit !


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10 février 2012

#Ulysse 5


Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest.


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11 février 2012

#Ulysse 6


He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains.


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12 février 2012

#Ulysse 7


Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head.


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13 février 2012

#Ulysse 8


Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.


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14 février 2012

#Ulysse 9


Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.
—Back to barracks ! he said sternly.


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15 février 2012

#Ulysse 10


He added in a preacher’s tone :
—For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine : body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.


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16 février 2012

#Ulysse 11


He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold points. Chrysostomos.


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17 février 2012

#Ulysse 12


Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm.


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18 février 2012

#Ulysse 13


—Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the current, will you ?


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19 février 2012

#Ulysse 14


He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown.


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20 février 2012

#Ulysse 15


The plump shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages.


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21 février 2012

#Ulysse 16


A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips.


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22 février 2012

#Ulysse 17


—The mockery of it ! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek !


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23 février 2012

#Ulysse 18


He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet, laughing to himself.


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24 février 2012

#Ulysse 19


Stephen Dedalus stepped up, followed him wearily halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and lathered cheeks and neck.


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25 février 2012

#Ulysse 20


Buck Mulligan’s gay voice went on.
—My name is absurd too : Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls. But it has a Hellenic ring, hasn’t it ? Tripping and sunny like the buck himself. We must go to Athens. Will you come if I can get the aunt to fork out twenty quid ?


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26 février 2012

#Ulysse 21


He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried :
—Will he come ? The jejune jesuit !


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27 février 2012

#Ulysse 22


Ceasing, he began to shave with care.


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28 février 2012

#Ulysse 23


—Tell me, Mulligan, Stephen said quietly.


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29 février 2012

#Ulysse 24


—Yes, my love ?


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1er mars 2012

#Ulysse 25


—How long is Haines going to stay in this tower ?


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2 mars 2012

#Ulysse 26


Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.


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3 mars 2012

#Ulysse 27


—God, isn’t he dreadful ? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon.


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4 mars 2012

#Ulysse 28


He thinks you’re not a gentleman. God, these bloody English ! Bursting with money and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford.


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5 mars 2012

#Ulysse 29


You know, Dedalus, you have the real Oxford manner. He can’t make you out. O, my name for you is the best : Kinch, the knife-blade.


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6 mars 2012

#Ulysse 30


He shaved warily over his chin.


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7 mars 2012

#Ulysse 31


—He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is his guncase ?


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8 mars 2012

#Ulysse 32


—A woful lunatic ! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk ?


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9 mars 2012

#Ulysse 33


—I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the dark with a man I don’t know raving and moaning to himself about shooting a black panther.


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10 mars 2012

#Ulysse 34


You saved men from drowning. I’m not a hero, however. If he stays on here I am off.


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11 mars 2012

#Ulysse 35


Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade.


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12 mars 2012

#Ulysse 36


He hopped down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.


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13 mars 2012

#Ulysse 37


—Scutter ! he cried thickly.


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14 mars 2012

#Ulysse 38


He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen’s upper pocket, said :
—Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.


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15 mars 2012

#Ulysse 39


Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief.


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16 mars 2012

#Ulysse 40


Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.


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17 mars 2012

#Ulysse 41


Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said :
— The bard’s noserag ! A new art colour for our Irish poets : snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can’t you ?


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18 mars 2012

#Ulysse 42


He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly.


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19 mars 2012

#Ulysse 43


—God ! he said quietly. Isn’t the sea what Algy calls it : a great sweet mother ? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks ! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta ! Thalatta ! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.


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20 mars 2012

#Ulysse 44


Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet.


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21 mars 2012

#Ulysse 45


Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown.


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22 mars 2012

#Ulysse 46


—Our mighty mother ! Buck Mulligan said.


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23 mars 2012

#Ulysse 47


He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen’s face.


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24 mars 2012

#Ulysse 48


—The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That’s why she won’t let me have anything to do with you.


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25 mars 2012

#Ulysse 49


—Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily.


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26 mars 2012

#Ulysse 50


—You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I’m hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you…


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27 mars 2012

#Ulysse 51


He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek.


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28 mars 2012

#Ulysse 52


A tolerant smile curled his lips.


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29 mars 2012

#Ulysse 53


—But a lovely mummer ! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all !


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30 mars 2012

#Ulysse 54


He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.


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31 mars 2012

#Ulysse 55


Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coatsleeve.


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1er avril 2012

#Ulysse 56


Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart.


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2 avril 2012

#Ulysse 57


Silently, in a dream she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, that had bent upon him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of wetted ashes.


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3 avril 2012

#Ulysse 58


Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him.


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4 avril 2012

#Ulysse 59


The ring of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid.


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5 avril 2012

#Ulysse 60


A bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.


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6 avril 2012

#Ulysse 61


Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade.


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7 avril 2012

#Ulysse 62


—Ah, poor dogsbody ! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt and a few noserags. How are the secondhand breeks ?


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8 avril 2012

#Ulysse 63


—They fit well enough, Stephen answered.


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9 avril 2012

#Ulysse 64


Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.


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10 avril 2012

#Ulysse 65


—The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God knows what poxy bowsy left them off. I have a lovely pair with a hair stripe, grey. You’ll look spiffing in them. I’m not joking, Kinch. You look damn well when you’re dressed.


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11 avril 2012

#Ulysse 66


—Thanks, Stephen said. I can’t wear them if they are grey.


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12 avril 2012

#Ulysse 67


—He can’t wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror. Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can’t wear grey trousers.


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13 avril 2012

#Ulysse 68


He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin.


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14 avril 2012

#Ulysse 69


Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its smokeblue mobile eyes.


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15 avril 2012

#Ulysse 70


—That fellow I was with in the Ship last night, said Buck Mulligan, says you have g.p.i. He’s up in Dottyville with Connolly Norman. General paralysis of the insane !


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16 avril 2012

#Ulysse 71


He swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad in sunlight now radiant on the sea.


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17 avril 2012

#Ulysse 72


His curling shaven lips laughed and the edges of his white glittering teeth.


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18 avril 2012

#Ulysse 73


Laughter seized all his strong wellknit trunk.


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19 avril 2012

#Ulysse 74


—Look at yourself, he said, you dreadful bard !


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20 avril 2012

#Ulysse 75


Stephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft by a crooked crack. Hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this face for me ? This dogsbody to rid of vermin. It asks me too.


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21 avril 2012

#Ulysse 76


—I pinched it out of the skivvy’s room, Buck Mulligan said. It does her all right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi. Lead him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula.


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22 avril 2012

#Ulysse 77


Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen’s peering eyes.


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23 avril 2012

#Ulysse 78


—The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If Wilde were only alive to see you !


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24 avril 2012

#Ulysse 79


Drawing back and pointing, Stephen said with bitterness :
— It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.


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25 avril 2012

#Ulysse 80


Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen’s and walked with him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had thrust them.


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26 avril 2012

#Ulysse 81


—It’s not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it ? he said kindly. God knows you have more spirit than any of them.


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27 avril 2012

#Ulysse 82


Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The cold steelpen.


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28 avril 2012

#Ulysse 83


—Cracked lookingglass of a servant ! Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs and touch him for a guinea. He’s stinking with money and thinks you’re not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other. God, Kinch, if you and I could only work together we might do something for the island. Hellenise it.


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29 avril 2012

#Ulysse 84


Cranly’s arm. His arm.


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30 avril 2012

#Ulysse 85


—And to think of your having to beg from these swine. I’m the only one that knows what you are. Why don’t you trust me more ? What have you up your nose against me ? Is it Haines ? If he makes any noise here I’ll bring down Seymour and we’ll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe.


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1er mai 2012

#Ulysse 86


Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe’s rooms. Palefaces : they hold their ribs with laughter, one clasping another. O, I shall expire ! Break the news to her gently, Aubrey ! I shall die !


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2 mai 2012

#Ulysse 87


With slit ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the tailor’s shears. A scared calf’s face gilded with marmalade. I don’t want to be debagged ! Don’t you play the giddy ox with me !


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3 mai 2012

#Ulysse 88


Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle.


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4 mai 2012

#Ulysse 89


A deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold’s face, pushes his mower on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.


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5 mai 2012

#Ulysse 90


To ourselves… new paganism… omphalos.


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6 mai 2012

#Ulysse 91


—Let him stay, Stephen said. There’s nothing wrong with him except at night.


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7 mai 2012

#Ulysse 92


—Then what is it ? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I’m quite frank with you. What have you against me now ?


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8 mai 2012

#Ulysse 93


They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the water like the snout of a sleeping whale.


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9 mai 2012

#Ulysse 94


Stephen freed his arm quietly.


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10 mai 2012

#Ulysse 95


—Do you wish me to tell you ? he asked.


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11 mai 2012

#Ulysse 96


— Yes, what is it ? Buck Mulligan answered. I don’t remember anything.


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12 mai 2012

#Ulysse 97


He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.


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13 mai 2012

#Ulysse 98


Stephen, depressed by his own voice, said :
—Do you remember the first day I went to your house after my
mother’s death ?


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14 mai 2012

#Ulysse 99


Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said :
—What ? Where ? I can’t remember anything. I remember only ideas
and sensations. Why ? What happened in the name of God ?


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15 mai 2012

#Ulysse 100


—You were making tea, Stephen said, and went across the landing to get more hot water. Your mother and some visitor came out of the drawingroom. She asked you who was in your room.


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16 mai 2012

#Ulysse 101


—Yes ? Buck Mulligan said. What did I say ? I forget.


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17 mai 2012

#Ulysse 102


—You said, Stephen answered, O, it’s only Dedalus whose mother is beastly dead.


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18 mai 2012

#Ulysse 103


A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan’s cheek.


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19 mai 2012

#Ulysse 104



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20 mai 2012

#Ulysse 105


He shook his constraint from him nervously.


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21 mai 2012

#Ulysse 106


—And what is death, he asked, your mother’s or yours or my own ? You saw only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom. It’s a beastly thing and nothing else. It simply doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t kneel down to pray for your mother on her deathbed when she asked you. Why ? Because you have the cursed jesuit strain in you, only it’s injected the wrong way. To me it’s all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral lobes are not functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off the quilt. Humour her till it’s over. You crossed her last wish in death and yet you sulk with me because I don’t whinge like some hired mute from Lalouette’s. Absurd ! I suppose I did say it. I didn’t mean to offend the memory of your mother.


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22 mai 2012

#Ulysse 107


He had spoken himself into boldness.


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23 mai 2012

#Ulysse 108


Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly :
—I am not thinking of the offence to my mother.


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24 mai 2012

#Ulysse 109


—Of what then ? Buck Mulligan asked.


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25 mai 2012

#Ulysse 110


—Of the offence to me, Stephen answered.


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26 mai 2012

#Ulysse 111


Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel.


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27 mai 2012

#Ulysse 112


—O, an impossible person ! he exclaimed.


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28 mai 2012

#Ulysse 113


He walked off quickly round the parapet.


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29 mai 2012

#Ulysse 114


Stephen stood at his post, gazing over the calm sea towards the headland.


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30 mai 2012

#Ulysse 115


Sea and headland now grew dim.


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31 mai 2012

#Ulysse 116


Pulses were beating in his eyes, veiling their sight, and he felt the fever of his cheeks.


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1er juin 2012

#Ulysse 117


A voice within the tower called loudly :
—Are you up there, Mulligan ?


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2 juin 2012

#Ulysse 118


—I’m coming, Buck Mulligan answered.


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3 juin 2012

#Ulysse 119


He turned towards Stephen and said :
—Look at the sea. What does it care about offences ? Chuck Loyola, Kinch, and come on down. The Sassenach wants his morning rashers.


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4 juin 2012

#Ulysse 120


His head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level with the roof :
—Don’t mope over it all day, he said. I’m inconsequent. Give up the moody brooding.


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5 juin 2012

#Ulysse 121


His head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out of the stairhead :

And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love’s bitter mystery
For Fergus rules the brazen cars.


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6 juin 2012

#Ulysse 122


Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed.


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7 juin 2012

#Ulysse 123


Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet.


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8 juin 2012

#Ulysse 124


White breast of the dim sea.


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9 juin 2012

#Ulysse 125


The twining stresses, two by two.


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10 juin 2012

#Ulysse 126


A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords.


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11 juin 2012

#Ulysse 127


Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide.


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12 juin 2012

#Ulysse 128


A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in deeper green.


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13 juin 2012

#Ulysse 129


It lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters.


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14 juin 2012

#Ulysse 130


Fergus’ song : I sang it alone in the house, holding down the long dark chords.


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15 juin 2012

#Ulysse 131


Her door was open : she wanted to hear my music.


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16 juin 2012

#Ulysse 132


Silent with awe and pity I went to her bedside.


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17 juin 2012

#Ulysse 133


She was crying in her wretched bed.


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18 juin 2012

#Ulysse 134


For those words, Stephen : love’s bitter mystery.


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19 juin 2012

#Ulysse 135


Where now ?


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20 juin 2012

#Ulysse 136


Her secrets : old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with musk, a gaud of amber beads in her locked drawer.


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21 juin 2012

#Ulysse 137


A birdcage hung in the sunny window of her house when she was a girl.


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22 juin 2012

#Ulysse 138


She heard old Royce sing in the pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he sang :


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23 juin 2012

#Ulysse 139


Phantasmal mirth, folded away : muskperfumed.


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24 juin 2012

#Ulysse 140


And no more turn aside and brood.


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25 juin 2012

#Ulysse 141


Folded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset his brooding brain.


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26 juin 2012

#Ulysse 142


Her glass of water from the kitchen tap when she had approached the sacrament.


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27 juin 2012

#Ulysse 143


A cored apple, filled with brown sugar, roasting for her at the hob on a dark autumn evening.


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28 juin 2012

#Ulysse 144


Her shapely fingernails reddened by the blood of squashed lice from the children’s shirts.


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29 juin 2012

#Ulysse 145


In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its loose graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ash


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30 juin 2012

#Ulysse 146


Her glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul.


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1er juillet 2012

#Ulysse 147


On me alone.


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2 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 148


The ghostcandle to light her agony. Ghostly light on the tortured face.


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3 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 149


Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on their knees.


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4 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 150


Her eyes on me to strike me down.


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5 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 151


Liliata rutilantium te confessorum
turma circumdet : iubilantium te virginum chorus excipiat.


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6 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 152


Ghoul ! Chewer of corpses !


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7 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 153


No, mother ! Let me be and let me live.


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8 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 154


—Kinch ahoy !


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9 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 155


Buck Mulligan’s voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up the staircase, calling again.


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10 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 156


Stephen, still trembling at his soul’s cry, heard warm running sunlight and in the air behind him friendly words.


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11 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 157


—Dedalus, come down, like a good mosey. Breakfast is ready. Haines is apologising for waking us last night. It’s all right.


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12 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 158


—I’m coming, Stephen said, turning.


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13 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 159


—Do, for Jesus’ sake, Buck Mulligan said. For my sake and for all our sakes.


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14 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 160


His head disappeared and reappeared.
—I told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it’s very clever. Touch him for a quid, will you ? A guinea, I mean.


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15 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 161


—I get paid this morning, Stephen said.


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16 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 162


—The school kip ? Buck Mulligan said. How much ? Four quid ? Lend us one.


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17 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 163


—If you want it, Stephen said.


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18 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 164


—Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan cried with delight. We’ll have a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids. Four omnipotent sovereigns.


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19 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 165


He flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out of tune with a Cockney accent :

O, won’t we have a merry time,
Drinking whisky, beer and wine !
On coronation,
Coronation day !
O, won’t we have a merry time
On coronation day !


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20 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 166


Warm sunshine merrying over the sea.


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21 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 167


The nickel shavingbowl shone, forgotten, on the parapet. Why should I bring it down ? Or leave it there all day, forgotten friendship ?


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22 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 168


He went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness, smelling the clammy slaver of the lather in which the brush was stuck.


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23 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 169


So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. I am another now and yet the same. A servant too. A server of a servant.


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24 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 170


In the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan’s gowned form moved briskly to and fro about the hearth, hiding and revealing its yellow glow.


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25 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 171


Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor from the high barbacans : and at the meeting of their rays a cloud of coalsmoke and fumes of fried grease floated, turning.


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26 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 172


—We’ll be choked, Buck Mulligan said. Haines, open that door, will you ?


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27 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 173


Stephen laid the shavingbowl on the locker. A tall figure rose from the hammock where it had been sitting, went to the doorway and pulled open the inner doors.


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28 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 174


—Have you the key ? a voice asked.


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29 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 175


—Dedalus has it, Buck Mulligan said. Janey Mack, I’m choked !


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30 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 176


He howled, without looking up from the fire :
—Kinch !


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31 juillet 2012

#Ulysse 177


—It’s in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.


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1er août 2012

#Ulysse 178


The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered.


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2 août 2012

#Ulysse 179


Haines stood at the doorway, looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and sat down to wait.


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3 août 2012

#Ulysse 180


Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside him. Then he carried the dish and a large teapot over to the table, set them down heavily and sighed with relief.


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4 août 2012

#Ulysse 181


—I’m melting, he said, as the candle remarked when… But, hush ! Not a word more on that subject ! Kinch, wake up ! Bread, butter, honey. Haines, come in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts. Where’s the sugar ? O, jay, there’s no milk.


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5 août 2012

#Ulysse 182


Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler from the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.


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6 août 2012

#Ulysse 183


—What sort of a kip is this ? he said. I told her to come after eight.


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8 août 2012

#Ulysse 184


—We can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily. There’s a lemon in the locker.


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8 août 2012

#Ulysse 185


—O, damn you and your Paris fads ! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove milk.


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9 août 2012

#Ulysse 186


Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly :
—That woman is coming up with the milk.


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10 août 2012

#Ulysse 187


—The blessings of God on you ! Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from his chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in the bag. Here, I can’t go fumbling at the damned eggs.


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11 août 2012

#Ulysse 188


He hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three plates, saying :
—In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.


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12 août 2012

#Ulysse 189


Haines sat down to pour out the tea.
—I’m giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you do make strong tea, don’t you ?


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13 août 2012

#Ulysse 190


Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old woman’s wheedling voice :
—When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.


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14 août 2012

#Ulysse 191


—By Jove, it is tea, Haines said.


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15 août 2012

#Ulysse 192


Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling :
—So I do, Mrs Cahill, says she. Begob, ma’am, says Mrs Cahill, God send you don’t make them in the one pot.


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16 août 2012

#Ulysse 193


He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread, impaled on his knife.


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17 août 2012

#Ulysse 194


—That’s folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five lines of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the fishgods of Dundrum. Printed by the weird sisters in the year of the big wind.


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18 août 2012

#Ulysse 195


He turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his brows :
—Can you recall, brother, is mother Grogan’s tea and water pot spoken of in the Mabinogion or is it in the Upanishads ?


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19 août 2012

#Ulysse 196


—I doubt it, said Stephen gravely.


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20 août 2012

#Ulysse 197


—Do you now ? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons, pray ?


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21 août 2012

#Ulysse 198


—I fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the Mabinogion. Mother Grogan was, one imagines, a kinswoman of Mary Ann.


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22 août 2012

#Ulysse 199


Buck Mulligan’s face smiled with delight.
—Charming ! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and blinking his eyes pleasantly. Do you think she was ? Quite charming !


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23 août 2012

#Ulysse 200


Then, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a hoarsened rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf :

—For old Mary Ann
She doesn’t care a damn.
But, hising up her petticoats…


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24 août 2012

#Ulysse 201


He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.


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25 août 2012

#Ulysse 202


The doorway was darkened by an entering form.
—The milk, sir !


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26 août 2012

#Ulysse 203


—Come in, ma’am, Mulligan said. Kinch, get the jug.


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27 août 2012

#Ulysse 204


An old woman came forward and stood by Stephen’s elbow.
—That’s a lovely morning, sir, she said. Glory be to God.


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28 août 2012

#Ulysse 205


—To whom ? Mulligan said, glancing at her. Ah, to be sure !


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29 août 2012

#Ulysse 206


Stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker.


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30 août 2012

#Ulysse 207


—The islanders, Mulligan said to Haines casually, speak frequently of the collector of prepuces.


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31 août 2012

#Ulysse 208


—How much, sir ? asked the old woman.


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1er septembre 2012

#Ulysse 209


—A quart, Stephen said.


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2 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 210


He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white milk, not hers. Old shrunken paps.


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3 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 211


She poured again a measureful and a tilly.


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4 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 212


Old and secret she had entered from a morning world, maybe a messenger. She praised the goodness of the milk, pouring it out.


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5 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 213


Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her toadstool, her wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs.


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6 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 214


They lowed about her whom they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old woman, names given her in old times.


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7 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 215


A wandering crone, lowly form of an immortal serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer, their common cuckquean, a messenger from the secret morning.


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8 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 216


To serve or to upbraid, whether he could not tell : but scorned to beg her favour.


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9 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 217


—It is indeed, ma’am, Buck Mulligan said, pouring milk into their cups.


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10 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 218


—Taste it, sir, she said.
He drank at her bidding.


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11 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 219


—If we could live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat loudly, we wouldn’t have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with dust, horsedung and consumptives’ spits.


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12 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 220


—Are you a medical student, sir ? the old woman asked.


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13 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 221


—I am, ma’am, Buck Mulligan answered.


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14 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 222


—Look at that now, she said.


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15 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 223


Stephen listened in scornful silence.


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16 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 224


She bows her old head to a voice that speaks to her loudly, her bonesetter, her medicineman : me she slights. To the voice that will shrive and oil for the grave all there is of her but her woman’s unclean loins, of man’s flesh made not in God’s likeness, the serpent’s prey. And to the loud voice that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes.


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17 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 225


—Do you understand what he says ? Stephen asked her.


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18 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 226


—Is it French you are talking, sir ? the old woman said to Haines.
Haines spoke to her again a longer speech, confidently.


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19 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 227


—Irish, Buck Mulligan said. Is there Gaelic on you ?


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20 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 228


—I thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from the west, sir ?


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21 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 229


—I am an Englishman, Haines answered.


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22 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 230


—He’s English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak Irish in Ireland.


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23 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 231


—Sure we ought to, the old woman said, and I’m ashamed I don’t speak the language myself. I’m told it’s a grand language by them that knows.


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24 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 232


—Grand is no name for it, said Buck Mulligan. Wonderful entirely. Fill us out some more tea, Kinch. Would you like a cup, ma’am ?


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25 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 233


—No, thank you, sir, the old woman said, slipping the ring of the milkcan on her forearm and about to go.


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26 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 234


Haines said to her :
—Have you your bill ? We had better pay her, Mulligan, hadn’t we ?


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27 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 235


Stephen filled again the three cups.


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28 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 236


—Bill, sir ? she said, halting. Well, it’s seven mornings a pint at twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling. That’s a shilling and one and two is two and two, sir.


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29 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 237


Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search his trouser pockets.


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30 septembre 2012

#Ulysse 238


—Pay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him, smiling.


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1er octobre 2012

#Ulysse 239


Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick rich milk.


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2 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 240


Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his fingers and cried :
—A miracle !


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3 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 241


He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying :
—Ask nothing more of me, sweet. All I can give you I give.


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4 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 242


Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.
—We’ll owe twopence, he said.


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5 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 243


—Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. Time enough. Good morning, sir.


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7 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 244


She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan’s tender chant :
—Heart of my heart, were it more,
More would be laid at your feet.


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7 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 245


He turned to Stephen and said :
—Seriously, Dedalus. I’m stony. Hurry out to your school kip and bring us back some money. Today the bards must drink and junket. Ireland expects that every man this day will do his duty.


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8 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 246


—That reminds me, Haines said, rising, that I have to visit your national library today.


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9 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 247


—Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said.
He turned to Stephen and asked blandly :
—Is this the day for your monthly wash, Kinch ?
Then he said to Haines :
—The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.


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10 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 248


—All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey trickle over a slice of the loaf.


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11 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 249


Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke :
—I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.


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12 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 250


Speaking to me. They wash and tub and scrub. Agenbite of inwit. Conscience. Yet here’s a spot.


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13 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 251


—That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol of Irish art is deuced good.


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14 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 252


Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen’s foot under the table and said with warmth of tone :
—Wait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines.


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15 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 253


—Well, I mean it, Haines said, still speaking to Stephen. I was just thinking of it when that poor old creature came in.


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16 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 254


—Would I make any money by it ? Stephen asked.


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17 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 255


Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of the hammock, said :
—I don’t know, I’m sure.


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18 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 256


He strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen and said with coarse vigour :
—You put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for ?


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19 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 257


—Well ? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom ? From the milkwoman or from him. It’s a toss up, I think.


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20 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 258


—I blow him out about you, Buck Mulligan said, and then you come along with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.


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21 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 259


—I see little hope, Stephen said, from her or from him.


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22 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 260


Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen’s arm.
—From me, Kinch, he said.
In a suddenly changed tone he added :
—To tell you the God’s truth I think you’re right. Damn all else they are good for. Why don’t you play them as I do ? To hell with them all. Let us get out of the kip.


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23 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 261


He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, saying resignedly :
—Mulligan is stripped of his garments.
He emptied his pockets on to the table.
—There’s your snotrag, he said.


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24 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 262


And putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them, chiding them, and to his dangling watchchain. His hands plunged and rummaged in his trunk while he called for a clean handkerchief. God, we’ll simply have to dress the character. I want puce gloves and green boots. Contradiction. Do I contradict myself ? Very well then, I contradict myself. Mercurial Malachi. A limp black missile flew out of his talking hands.
—And there’s your Latin quarter hat, he said.


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25 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 263


Stephen picked it up and put it on.


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26 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 264


Haines called to them from the doorway :
—Are you coming, you fellows ?


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27 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 265


—I’m ready, Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the door. Come out, Kinch. You have eaten all we left, I suppose.


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28 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 266


Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying, wellnigh with sorrow :
—And going forth he met Butterly.


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29 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 267


Stephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out and, as they went down the ladder, pulled to the slow iron door and locked it. He put the huge key in his inner pocket.


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30 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 268


At the foot of the ladder Buck Mulligan asked :
—Did you bring the key ?


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31 octobre 2012

#Ulysse 269


—I have it, Stephen said, preceding them.


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1er novembre 2012

#Ulysse 270


He walked on. Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan club with his heavy bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.
—Down, sir ! How dare you, sir !


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2 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 271


—Do you pay rent for this tower ?


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3 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 272


—Twelve quid, Buck Mulligan said.


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4 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 273


—To the secretary of state for war, Stephen added over his shoulder.


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5 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 274


They halted while Haines surveyed the tower and said at last :
—Rather bleak in wintertime, I should say. Martello you call it ?


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6 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 275


—Billy Pitt had them built, Buck Mulligan said, when the French were on the sea. But ours is the omphalos.


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7 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 276


—What is your idea of Hamlet ? Haines asked Stephen.


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8 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 277


—No, no, Buck Mulligan shouted in pain. I’m not equal to Thomas Aquinas and the fiftyfive reasons he has made out to prop it up. Wait till I have a few pints in me first.


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9 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 278


He turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of his primrose waistcoat :
—You couldn’t manage it under three pints, Kinch, could you ?


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10 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 279


—It has waited so long, Stephen said listlessly, it can wait longer.


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11 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 280


—You pique my curiosity, Haines said amiably. Is it some paradox ?


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12 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 281


—Pooh ! Buck Mulligan said. We have grown out of Wilde and paradoxes. It’s quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet’s grandson is Shakespeare’s grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own father.


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13 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 282


—What ? Haines said, beginning to point at Stephen. He himself ?


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14 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 283


Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending in loose laughter, said to Stephen’s ear :
—O, shade of Kinch the elder ! Japhet in search of a father !


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15 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 284


We’re always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it is rather long to tell.


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16 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 285


Buck Mulligan, walking forward again, raised his hands.
—The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said.


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17 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 286


—I mean to say, Haines explained to Stephen as they followed, this tower and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore. That beetles o’er his base into the sea, isn’t it ?


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18 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 287


Buck Mulligan turned suddenly for an instant towards Stephen but did not speak. In the bright silent instant Stephen saw his own image in cheap dusty mourning between their gay attires.


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19 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 288


—It’s a wonderful tale, Haines said, bringing them to halt again.


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20 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 289


Eyes, pale as the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent. The seas’ ruler, he gazed southward over the bay, empty save for the smokeplume of the mailboat vague on the bright skyline and a sail tacking by the Muglins.


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21 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 290


—I read a theological interpretation of it somewhere, he said bemused. The Father and the Son idea. The Son striving to be atoned with the Father.


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22 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 291


Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He looked at them, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his eyes, from which he had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety.


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23 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 292


He moved a doll’s head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering, and began to chant in a quiet happy foolish voice :

—I’m the queerest young fellow that ever you heard.
My mother’s a jew, my father’s a bird.
With Joseph the joiner I cannot agree.
So here’s to disciples and Calvary.


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24 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 293


He held up a forefinger of warning.

—If anyone thinks that I amn’t divine
He’ll get no free drinks when I’m making the wine
But have to drink water and wish it were plain
That i make when the wine becomes water again.


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25 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 294


He tugged swiftly at Stephen’s ashplant in farewell and, running forward to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like fins or wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted :

—Goodbye, now, goodbye ! Write down all I said
And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead.
What’s bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly
And Olivet’s breezy… Goodbye, now, goodbye !


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26 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 295


He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering his winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury’s hat quivering in the fresh wind that bore back to them his brief birdsweet cries.


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27 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 296


Haines, who had been laughing guardedly, walked on beside Stephen and said :
—We oughtn’t to laugh, I suppose. He’s rather blasphemous. I’m not a believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of it somehow, doesn’t it ? What did he call it ? Joseph the Joiner ?


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28 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 297


—The ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered.


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29 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 298


—O, Haines said, you have heard it before ?


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30 novembre 2012

#Ulysse 299


—Three times a day, after meals, Stephen said drily.


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1er décembre 2012

#Ulysse 300


—You’re not a believer, are you ? Haines asked. I mean, a believer in the narrow sense of the word. Creation from nothing and miracles and a personal God.


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2 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 301


—There’s only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.


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3 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 302


Haines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a green stone. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.


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4 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 303


—Thank you, Stephen said, taking a cigarette.


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5 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 304


Haines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the shell of his hands.


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6 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 305


—Yes, of course, he said, as they went on again. Either you believe or you don’t, isn’t it ? Personally I couldn’t stomach that idea of a personal God. You don’t stand for that, I suppose ?


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7 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 306


—You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought.


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8 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 307


He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his side.


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9 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 308


Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels. My familiar, after me, calling, Steeeeeeeeeeeephen ! A wavering line along the path.


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10 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 309


They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants that key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt bread. Give him the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes.


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11 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 310


—After all, Haines began…


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12 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 311


Stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him was not all unkind.


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13 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 312


—After all, I should think you are able to free yourself. You are your own master, it seems to me.


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14 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 313


—I am a servant of two masters, Stephen said, an English and an Italian.


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15 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 314


—Italian ? Haines said.


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16 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 315


A crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel down before me.


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17 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 316


—And a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs.


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18 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 317


—Italian ? Haines said again. What do you mean ?


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19 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 318


—The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church.


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20 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 319


Haines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke.
— I can quite understand that, he said calmly. An Irishman must think like that, I daresay. We feel in England that we have treated you rather unfairly. It seems history is to blame.


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21 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 320


The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen’s memory the triumph of their brazen bells : et unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam ecclesiam : the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars.


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22 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 321


Symbol of the apostles in the mass for pope Marcellus, the voices blended, singing alone loud in affirmation : and behind their chant the vigilant angel of the church militant disarmed and menaced her heresiarchs. A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry : Photius and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and Arius, warring his life long upon the consubstantiality of the Son with the Father, and Valentine, spurning Christ’s terrene body, and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the Father was Himself His own Son.


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23 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 322


Words Mulligan had spoken a moment since in mockery to the stranger. Idle mockery. The void awaits surely all them that weave the wind : a menace, a disarming and a worsting from those embattled angels of the church, Michael’s host, who defend her ever in the hour of conflict with their lances and their shields.


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24 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 323


Hear, hear ! Prolonged applause. Zut ! Nom de Dieu !


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25 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 324


—Of course I’m a Britisher, Haines’s voice said, and I feel as one. I don’t want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either. That’s our national problem, I’m afraid, just now.


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26 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 325


Two men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching : businessman, boatman.


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27 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 326


—She’s making for Bullock harbour.


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28 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 327


The boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.
— There’s five fathoms out there, he said. It’ll be swept up that way when the tide comes in about one. It’s nine days today.


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29 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 328


The man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay waiting for a swollen bundle to bob up, roll over to the sun a puffy face, saltwhite. Here I am.


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30 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 329


They followed the winding path down to the creek.


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31 décembre 2012

#Ulysse 330


Buck Mulligan stood on a stone, in shirtsleeves, his unclipped tie rippling over his shoulder. A young man clinging to a spur of rock near him, moved slowly frogwise his green legs in the deep jelly of the water.
— Is the brother with you, Malachi ?


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1er janvier 2013

#Ulysse 331


—Down in Westmeath. With the Bannons.


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2 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 332


—Still there ? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young thing down there. Photo girl he calls her.


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3 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 333


—Snapshot, eh ? Brief exposure.


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4 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 334


Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots.


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5 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 335


An elderly man shot up near the spur of rock a blowing red face. He scrambled up by the stones, water glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, water rilling over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black sagging loincloth.


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6 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 336


Buck Mulligan made way for him to scramble past and, glancing at Haines and Stephen, crossed himself piously with his thumbnail at brow and lips and breastbone.


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7 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 337


—Seymour’s back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.


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8 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 338


—Ah, go to God ! Buck Mulligan said.


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9 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 339


—Going over next week to stew. You know that red Carlisle girl, Lily ?


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10 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 340


—Yes.


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11 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 341


—Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with money.


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12 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 342


—Is she up the pole ?


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13 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 343


—Better ask Seymour that.


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14 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 344


—Seymour a bleeding officer ! Buck Mulligan said.


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15 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 345


He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying tritely :
— Redheaded women buck like goats.


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16 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 346


He broke off in alarm, feeling his side under his flapping shirt.
— My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I’m the Uebermensch. Toothless Kinch and I, the supermen.


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17 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 347


Il se débarrasse du T-Shirt
qu’il balance derrière lui où ses autres fringues sont.


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18 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 348


—Are you going in here, Malachi ?


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19 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 349


—Yes. Make room in the bed.


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20 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 350


The young man shoved himself backward through the water and reached the middle of the creek in two long clean strokes.


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21 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 351


Haines sat down on a stone, smoking.


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22 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 352


—Are you not coming in ? Buck Mulligan asked.


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23 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 353


—Later on, Haines said. Not on my breakfast.


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24 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 354


Stephen turned away.
— I’m going, Mulligan, he said.


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25 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 355


—Give us that key, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said, to keep my chemise
flat.


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26 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 356


Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes.
— And twopence, he said, for a pint. Throw it there.


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27 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 357


Stephen threw two pennies on the soft heap. Dressing, undressing.


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28 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 358


Buck Mulligan erect, with joined hands before him, said solemnly :
— He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake Zarathustra.


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29 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 359


His plump body plunged.


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30 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 360


—We’ll see you again, Haines said, turning as Stephen walked up the path and smiling at wild Irish. Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon.


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31 janvier 2013

#Ulysse 361


—The Ship, Buck Mulligan cried. Half twelve.


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1er février 2013

#Ulysse 362


—Good, Stephen said.


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2 février 2013

#Ulysse 363


He walked along the upwardcurving path.


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3 février 2013

#Ulysse 364


Liliata rutilantium.
Turma circumdet.
Iubilantium te virginum.

The priest’s grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I will not sleep here tonight. Home also I cannot go.


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4 février 2013

#Ulysse 365


A voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to him from the sea. Turning the curve he waved his hand. It called again. A sleek brown head, a seal’s, far out on the water, round. Usurper.


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5 février 2013

#Ulysse 366


—You, Cochrane, what city sent for him ?


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6 février 2013

#Ulysse 367


—Tarentum, sir.


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7 février 2013

#Ulysse 368


—Very good. Well ?


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8 février 2013

#Ulysse 369


—There was a battle, sir.


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9 février 2013

#Ulysse 370


—Very good. Where ?


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10 février 2013

#Ulysse 371


The boy’s blank face asked the blank window.


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11 février 2013

#Ulysse 372


Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if not as memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake’s wings of excess. I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame. What’s left us then ?


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12 février 2013

#Ulysse 373


—I forget the place, sir. 279 B. C.


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13 février 2013

#Ulysse 374


—Asculum, Stephen said, glancing at the name and date in the gorescarred book.


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14 février 2013

#Ulysse 375


—Yes, sir. And he said : Another victory like that and we are done for.


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15 février 2013

#Ulysse 376


That phrase the world had remembered. A dull ease of the mind. From a hill above a corpsestrewn plain a general speaking to his officers, leaned upon his spear. Any general to any officers. They lend ear.


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16 février 2013

#Ulysse 377


—You, Armstrong, Stephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus ?


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17 février 2013

#Ulysse 378


—End of Pyrrhus, sir ?


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18 février 2013

#Ulysse 379


—I know, sir. Ask me, sir, Comyn said.


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19 février 2013

#Ulysse 380


—Wait. You, Armstrong. Do you know anything about Pyrrhus ?


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20 février 2013

#Ulysse 381


A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong’s satchel. He curled them between his palms at whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to the tissue of his lips. A sweetened boy’s breath. Welloff people, proud that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico road, Dalkey.


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21 février 2013

#Ulysse 382


—Pyrrhus, sir ? Pyrrhus, a pier.


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22 février 2013

#Ulysse 383


All laughed. Mirthless high malicious laughter. Armstrong looked round at his classmates, silly glee in profile. In a moment they will laugh more loudly, aware of my lack of rule and of the fees their papas pay.


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23 février 2013

#Ulysse 384


—Tell me now, Stephen said, poking the boy’s shoulder with the book, what is a pier.


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24 février 2013

#Ulysse 385


—A pier, sir, Armstrong said. A thing out in the water. A kind of a bridge. Kingstown pier, sir.


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25 février 2013

#Ulysse 386


Some laughed again : mirthless but with meaning. Two in the back bench whispered. Yes. They knew : had never learned nor ever been innocent. All.


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26 février 2013

#Ulysse 387


—Kingstown pier, Stephen said. Yes, a disappointed bridge.


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27 février 2013

#Ulysse 388


The words troubled their gaze.
— How, sir ? Comyn asked. A bridge is across a river.


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28 février 2013

#Ulysse 389


For Haines’s chapbook. No-one here to hear.


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1er mars 2013

#Ulysse 390


Tonight deftly amid wild drink and talk, to pierce the polished mail of his mind. What then ? A jester at the court of his master, indulged and disesteemed, winning a clement master’s praise. Why had they chosen all that part ? Not wholly for the smooth caress. For them too history was a tale like any other too often heard, their land a pawnshop.


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2 mars 2013

#Ulysse 391


Had Pyrrhus not fallen by a beldam’s hand in Argos or Julius Caesar not been knifed to death. They are not to be thought away. Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing that they never were ? Or was that only possible which came to pass ? Weave, weaver of the wind.


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3 mars 2013

#Ulysse 392


—Tell us a story, sir.


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4 mars 2013

#Ulysse 393


—O, do, sir. A ghoststory.


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5 mars 2013

#Ulysse 394


—Where do you begin in this ? Stephen asked, opening another book.


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6 mars 2013

#Ulysse 395


—Weep no more, Comyn said.


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7 mars 2013

#Ulysse 396


—Go on then, Talbot.


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8 mars 2013

#Ulysse 397


—And the story, sir ?


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9 mars 2013

#Ulysse 398


—After, Stephen said. Go on, Talbot.


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10 mars 2013

#Ulysse 399


A swarthy boy opened a book and propped it nimbly under the breastwork of his satchel. He recited jerks of verse with odd glances at the text :

—Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more
For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,
Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor…


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11 mars 2013

#Ulysse 400


It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible. Aristotle’s phrase formed itself within the gabbled verses and floated out into the studious silence of the library of Saint Genevieve where he had read, sheltered from the sin of Paris, night by night.


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12 mars 2013

#Ulysse 401


By his elbow a delicate Siamese conned a handbook of strategy.


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13 mars 2013

#Ulysse 402


Fed and feeding brains about me : under glowlamps, impaled, with faintly beating feelers : and in my mind’s darkness a sloth of the underworld, reluctant, shy of brightness, shifting her dragon scaly folds.


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14 mars 2013

#Ulysse 403


Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is : the soul is the form of forms. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent : form of forms.


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15 mars 2013

#Ulysse 404


Talbot repeated :
—Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves,
Through the dear might…


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16 mars 2013

#Ulysse 405


—Turn over, Stephen said quietly. I don’t see anything.


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17 mars 2013

#Ulysse 406


—What, sir ? Talbot asked simply, bending forward.


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18 mars 2013

#Ulysse 407


His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again, having just remembered. Of him that walked the waves.


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19 mars 2013

#Ulysse 408


Here also over these craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer’s heart and lips and on mine.


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20 mars 2013

#Ulysse 409



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21 mars 2013

#Ulysse 410


To Caesar what is Caesar’s, to God what is God’s. A long look from dark eyes, a riddling sentence to be woven and woven on the church’s looms. Ay.


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22 mars 2013

#Ulysse 411


Riddle me, riddle me, randy ro.
My father gave me seeds to sow.


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23 mars 2013

#Ulysse 412


Talbot slid his closed book into his satchel.


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24 mars 2013

#Ulysse 413


—Have I heard all ? Stephen asked.


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25 mars 2013

#Ulysse 414


—Yes, sir. Hockey at ten, sir.


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26 mars 2013

#Ulysse 415


—Half day, sir. Thursday.


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27 mars 2013

#Ulysse 416


—Who can answer a riddle ? Stephen asked.


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28 mars 2013

#Ulysse 417


They bundled their books away, pencils clacking, pages rustling. Crowding together they strapped and buckled their satchels, all gabbling gaily :
— A riddle, sir ? Ask me, sir.


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29 mars 2013

#Ulysse 418


—O, ask me, sir.


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30 mars 2013

#Ulysse 419


—A hard one, sir.


.
31 mars 2013

#Ulysse 420


—This is the riddle, Stephen said :

The cock crew,
The sky was blue :
The bells in heaven
Were striking eleven.
’Tis time for this poor soul
To go to heaven.

What is that ?


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1er avril 2013

#Ulysse 421


—What, sir ?


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2 avril 2013

#Ulysse 422


—Again, sir. We didn’t hear.


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3 avril 2013

#Ulysse 423


Their eyes grew bigger as the lines were repeated. After a silence Cochrane said :
— What is it, sir ? We give it up.


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4 avril 2013

#Ulysse 424


Stephen, his throat itching, answered :
— The fox burying his grandmother under a hollybush.


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5 avril 2013

#Ulysse 425


He stood up and gave a shout of nervous laughter to which their cries echoed dismay.


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6 avril 2013

#Ulysse 426


A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called :
— Hockey !


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7 avril 2013

#Ulysse 427


They broke asunder, sidling out of their benches, leaping them.


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8 avril 2013

#Ulysse 428


Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks and clamour of their boots and tongues.


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9 avril 2013

#Ulysse 429


Sargent who alone had lingered came forward slowly, showing an open copybook. His thick hair and scraggy neck gave witness of unreadiness and through his misty glasses weak eyes looked up pleading. On his cheek, dull and bloodless, a soft stain of ink lay, dateshaped, recent and damp as a snail’s bed.


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10 avril 2013

#Ulysse 430


He held out his copybook. The word Sums was written on the headline.


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11 avril 2013

#Ulysse 431


Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature with blind loops and a blot. Cyril Sargent : his name and seal.


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12 avril 2013

#Ulysse 432


—Mr Deasy told me to write them out all again, he said, and show
them to you, sir.


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13 avril 2013

#Ulysse 433


Stephen touched the edges of the book. Futility.
— Do you understand how to do them now ? he asked.


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14 avril 2013

#Ulysse 434


—Numbers eleven to fifteen, Sargent answered. Mr Deasy said I was
to copy them off the board, sir.


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15 avril 2013

#Ulysse 435


—Can you do them yourself ? Stephen asked.


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16 avril 2013

#Ulysse 436


—No, sir.


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17 avril 2013

#Ulysse 437


Ugly and futile : lean neck and thick hair and a stain of ink, a snail’s bed.


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18 avril 2013

#Ulysse 438


Yet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in her heart. But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot, a squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from her own.


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19 avril 2013

#Ulysse 439


Was that then real ? The only true thing in life ? His mother’s prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode.


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20 avril 2013

#Ulysse 440


She was no more : the trembling skeleton of a twig burnt in the fire, an odour of rosewood and wetted ashes. She had saved him from being trampled underfoot and had gone, scarcely having been.


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21 avril 2013

#Ulysse 441


A poor soul gone to heaven : and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the earth, listened, scraped and scraped.


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22 avril 2013

#Ulysse 442


Sitting at his side Stephen solved out the problem. He proves by algebra that Shakespeare’s ghost is Hamlet’s grandfather.


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23 avril 2013

#Ulysse 443


Sargent peered askance through his slanted glasses.


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24 avril 2013

#Ulysse 444


Hockeysticks rattled in the lumberroom : the hollow knock of a ball and calls from the field.


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25 avril 2013

#Ulysse 445


Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice, in the mummery of their letters, wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes. Give hands, traverse, bow to partner : so : imps of fancy of the Moors.


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26 avril 2013

#Ulysse 446


Gone too from the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides, dark men in mien and movement, flashing in their mocking mirrors the obscure soul of the world, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.


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27 avril 2013

#Ulysse 447


—Do you understand now ? Can you work the second for yourself ?


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28 avril 2013

#Ulysse 448


—Yes, sir.


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29 avril 2013

#Ulysse 449


In long shaky strokes Sargent copied the data.


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30 avril 2013

#Ulysse 450


Waiting always for a word of help his hand moved faithfully the unsteady symbols, a faint hue of shame flickering behind his dull skin. Amor matris : subjective and objective genitive.


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1er mai 2013

#Ulysse 451


With her weak blood and wheysour milk she had fed him and hid from sight of others his swaddling bands.


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2 mai 2013

#Ulysse 452


Like him was I, these sloping shoulders, this gracelessness. My childhood
bends beside me.


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3 mai 2013

#Ulysse 453


Too far for me to lay a hand there once or lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes.


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4 mai 2013

#Ulysse 454


Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts : secrets weary of their tyranny : tyrants, willing to be dethroned.


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5 mai 2013

#Ulysse 455


The sum was done.


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6 mai 2013

#Ulysse 456


—It is very simple, Stephen said as he stood up.


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7 mai 2013

#Ulysse 457


—Yes, sir. Thanks, Sargent answered.


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8 mai 2013

#Ulysse 458


He dried the page with a sheet of thin blottingpaper and carried his copybook back to his bench.


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9 mai 2013

#Ulysse 459


—You had better get your stick and go out to the others, Stephen said as he followed towards the door the boy’s graceless form.


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10 mai 2013

#Ulysse 460


—Yes, sir.


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11 mai 2013

#Ulysse 461


In the corridor his name was heard, called from the playfield.
— Sargent !


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12 mai 2013

#Ulysse 462


—Run on, Stephen said. Mr Deasy is calling you.


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13 mai 2013

#Ulysse 463


He stood in the porch and watched the laggard hurry towards the scrappy field where sharp voices were in strife.


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14 mai 2013

#Ulysse 464


They were sorted in teams and Mr Deasy came away stepping over wisps of grass with gaitered feet.


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15 mai 2013

#Ulysse 465


When he had reached the schoolhouse voices again contending called to him. He turned his angry white moustache.
— What is it now ? he cried continually without listening.


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16 mai 2013

#Ulysse 466


—Cochrane and Halliday are on the same side, sir, Stephen said.


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17 mai 2013

#Ulysse 467


—Will you wait in my study for a moment, Mr Deasy said, till I restore
order here.


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18 mai 2013

#Ulysse 468


And as he stepped fussily back across the field his old man’s voice cried sternly :
— What is the matter ? What is it now ?


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19 mai 2013

#Ulysse 469


Their sharp voices cried about him on all sides : their many forms closed round him, the garish sunshine bleaching the honey of his illdyed head.


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20 mai 2013

#Ulysse 470


Stale smoky air hung in the study with the smell of drab abraded leather of its chairs. As on the first day he bargained with me here. As it was in the beginning, is now.


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21 mai 2013

#Ulysse 471


On the sideboard the tray of Stuart coins, base treasure of a bog : and ever shall be. And snug in their spooncase of purple plush, faded, the twelve apostles having preached to all the gentiles : world without end.


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22 mai 2013

#Ulysse 472


A hasty step over the stone porch and in the corridor. Blowing out his rare moustache Mr Deasy halted at the table.
— First, our little financial settlement, he said.


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23 mai 2013

#Ulysse 473


He brought out of his coat a pocketbook bound by a leather thong. It slapped open and he took from it two notes, one of joined halves, and laid them carefully on the table.


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24 mai 2013

#Ulysse 474


—Two, he said, strapping and stowing his pocketbook away.


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25 mai 2013

#Ulysse 475


And now his strongroom for the gold. Stephen’s embarrassed hand moved over the shells heaped in the cold stone mortar : whelks and money cowries and leopard shells : and this, whorled as an emir’s turban, and this, the scallop of saint James. An old pilgrim’s hoard, dead treasure, hollow shells.


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26 mai 2013

#Ulysse 476


A sovereign fell, bright and new, on the soft pile of the tablecloth.


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27 mai 2013

#Ulysse 477


—Three, Mr Deasy said, turning his little savingsbox about in his hand. These are handy things to have. See. This is for sovereigns. This is for shillings. Sixpences, halfcrowns. And here crowns. See.


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28 mai 2013

#Ulysse 478


He shot from it two crowns and two shillings.
— Three twelve, he said. I think you’ll find that’s right.


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29 mai 2013

#Ulysse 479


—Thank you, sir, Stephen said, gathering the money together with shy haste and putting it all in a pocket of his trousers.


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30 mai 2013

#Ulysse 480


—No thanks at all, Mr Deasy said. You have earned it.


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31 mai 2013

#Ulysse 481


Stephen’s hand, free again, went back to the hollow shells. Symbols too of beauty and of power. A lump in my pocket : symbols soiled by greed and misery.


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1er juin 2013

#Ulysse 482


—Don’t carry it like that, Mr Deasy said. You’ll pull it out somewhere and lose it. You just buy one of these machines. You’ll find them very handy.


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2 juin 2013

#Ulysse 483


Answer something.
— Mine would be often empty, Stephen said.


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3 juin 2013

#Ulysse 484


The same room and hour, the same wisdom : and I the same. Three times now. Three nooses round me here. Well ? I can break them in this instant if I will.


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4 juin 2013

#Ulysse 485


—Because you don’t save, Mr Deasy said, pointing his finger. You don’t know yet what money is. Money is power. When you have lived as long as I have. I know, I know. If youth but knew. But what does Shakespeare say ? Put but money in thy purse.


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5 juin 2013

#Ulysse 486


—Iago, Stephen murmured.


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6 juin 2013

#Ulysse 487


He lifted his gaze from the idle shells to the old man’s stare.


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7 juin 2013

#Ulysse 488


—He knew what money was, Mr Deasy said. He made money. A poet, yes, but an Englishman too. Do you know what is the pride of the English ? Do you know what is the proudest word you will ever hear from an Englishman’s mouth ?


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8 juin 2013

#Ulysse 489


The seas’ ruler. His seacold eyes looked on the empty bay : it seems history is to blame : on me and on my words, unhating.


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9 juin 2013

#Ulysse 490


—That on his empire, Stephen said, the sun never sets.


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10 juin 2013

#Ulysse 491


—Ba ! Mr Deasy cried. That’s not English. A French Celt said that. He tapped his savingsbox against his thumbnail.


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11 juin 2013

#Ulysse 492


—I will tell you, he said solemnly, what is his proudest boast. I paid my way.


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12 juin 2013

#Ulysse 493


Good man, good man.


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13 juin 2013

#Ulysse 494


—I paid my way. I never borrowed a shilling in my life. Can you feel that ? I owe nothing. Can you ?


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14 juin 2013

#Ulysse 495


Mulligan, nine pounds, three pairs of socks, one pair brogues, ties. Curran, ten guineas. McCann, one guinea. Fred Ryan, two shillings. Temple, two lunches. Russell, one guinea, Cousins, ten shillings, Bob Reynolds, half a guinea, Koehler, three guineas, Mrs MacKernan, five weeks’ board. The lump I have is useless.


.
15 juin 2013

#Ulysse 496


—For the moment, no, Stephen answered.


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16 juin 2013

#Ulysse 497


Mr Deasy laughed with rich delight, putting back his savingsbox.
— I knew you couldn’t, he said joyously. But one day you must feel it. We are a generous people but we must also be just.


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17 juin 2013

#Ulysse 498


—I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.


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18 juin 2013

#Ulysse 499


Mr Deasy stared sternly for some moments over the mantelpiece at the shapely bulk of a man in tartan filibegs : Albert Edward, prince of Wales.


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19 juin 2013

#Ulysse 500


—You think me an old fogey and an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connell’s time. I remember the famine in ’46. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connell did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue ? You fenians forget some things.


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20 juin 2013

#Ulysse 501


Glorious, pious and immortal memory. The lodge of Diamond in Armagh the splendid behung with corpses of papishes. Hoarse, masked and armed, the planters’ covenant. The black north and true blue bible. Croppies lie down.


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21 juin 2013

#Ulysse 502


Stephen sketched a brief gesture.


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22 juin 2013

#Ulysse 503


—I have rebel blood in me too, Mr Deasy said. On the spindle side. But I am descended from sir John Blackwood who voted for the union. We are all Irish, all kings’ sons.


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23 juin 2013

#Ulysse 504


—Alas, Stephen said.


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24 juin 2013

#Ulysse 505


—Per vias rectas, Mr Deasy said firmly, was his motto. He voted for it and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.

Lal the ral the ra
The rocky road to Dublin.


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25 juin 2013

#Ulysse 506


A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. Soft day, sir John ! Soft day, your honour !… Day !… Day !… Two topboots jog dangling on to Dublin. Lal the ral the ra. Lal the ral the raddy.


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26 juin 2013

#Ulysse 507


—That reminds me, Mr Deasy said. You can do me a favour, Mr Dedalus, with some of your literary friends. I have a letter here for the press. Sit down a moment. I have just to copy the end.


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27 juin 2013

#Ulysse 508


He went to the desk near the window, pulled in his chair twice and read off some words from the sheet on the drum of his typewriter.


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28 juin 2013

#Ulysse 509


—Sit down. Excuse me, he said over his shoulder, the dictates of common
sense. Just a moment.


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29 juin 2013

#Ulysse 510


He peered from under his shaggy brows at the manuscript by his elbow and, muttering, began to prod the stiff buttons of the keyboard slowly, sometimes blowing as he screwed up the drum to erase an error.


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30 juin 2013

#Ulysse 511


Stephen seated himself noiselessly before the princely presence.


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1er juillet 2013

#Ulysse 512


Framed around the walls images of vanished horses stood in homage, their meek heads poised in air : lord Hastings’ Repulse, the duke of Westminster’s Shotover, the duke of Beaufort’s Ceylon, prix de Paris, 1866.


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2 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 513


Elfin riders sat them, watchful of a sign. He saw their speeds, backing king’s colours, and shouted with the shouts of vanished crowds.


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3 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 514


—Full stop, Mr Deasy bade his keys. But prompt ventilation of this allimportant question…


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4 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 515


Where Cranly led me to get rich quick, hunting his winners among the mudsplashed brakes, amid the bawls of bookies on their pitches and reek of the canteen, over the motley slush. Fair Rebel ! Fair Rebel ! Even money the favourite : ten to one the field.


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5 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 516


Dicers and thimbleriggers we hurried by after the hoofs, the vying caps and jackets and past the meatfaced woman, a butcher’s dame, nuzzling thirstily her clove of orange.


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6 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 517


Shouts rang shrill from the boys’ playfield and a whirring whistle.


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7 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 518


Again : a goal.


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8 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 519


I am among them, among their battling bodies in a medley, the joust of life.


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9 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 520


You mean that knockkneed mother’s darling who seems to be slightly crawsick ? Jousts.


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10 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 521


Time shocked rebounds, shock by shock.


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11 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 522


Jousts, slush and uproar of battles, the frozen deathspew of the slain, a shout of spearspikes baited with men’s bloodied guts.


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12 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 523


—Now then, Mr Deasy said, rising.


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13 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 524


He came to the table, pinning together his sheets. Stephen stood up.


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14 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 525


—I have put the matter into a nutshell, Mr Deasy said. It’s about the foot and mouth disease. Just look through it. There can be no two opinions on the matter.


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15 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 526


May I trespass on your valuable space. That doctrine of laissez faire which so often in our history. Our cattle trade. The way of all our old industries. Liverpool ring which jockeyed the Galway harbour scheme. European conflagration. Grain supplies through the narrow waters of the channel. The pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of agriculture. Pardoned a classical allusion. Cassandra. By a woman who was no better than she should be. To come to the point at issue.


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16 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 527


—I don’t mince words, do I ? Mr Deasy asked as Stephen read on.


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17 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 528


Foot and mouth disease. Known as Koch’s preparation. Serum and virus. Percentage of salted horses. Rinderpest. Emperor’s horses at Murzsteg, lower Austria. Veterinary surgeons. Mr Henry Blackwood Price. Courteous offer a fair trial. Dictates of common sense. Allimportant question. In every sense of the word take the bull by the horns. Thanking you for the hospitality of your columns.


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18 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 529


—I want that to be printed and read, Mr Deasy said. You will see at the next outbreak they will put an embargo on Irish cattle. And it can be cured. It is cured. My cousin, Blackwood Price, writes to me it is regularly treated and cured in Austria by cattledoctors there. They offer to come over here. I am trying to work up influence with the department. Now I’m going to try publicity. I am surrounded by difficulties, by… intrigues by… backstairs influence by…


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19 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 530


He raised his forefinger and beat the air oldly before his voice spoke.


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20 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 531


—Mark my words, Mr Dedalus, he said. England is in the hands of the jews. In all the highest places : her finance, her press. And they are the signs of a nation’s decay. Wherever they gather they eat up the nation’s vital strength. I have seen it coming these years. As sure as we are standing here the jew merchants are already at their work of destruction. Old England is dying.


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21 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 532


He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.


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22 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 533


—Dying, he said again, if not dead by now.


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23 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 534


The harlot’s cry from street to street
Shall weave old England’s windingsheet.


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24 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 535


His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in which he halted.


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25 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 536


—A merchant, Stephen said, is one who buys cheap and sells dear, jew or gentile, is he not ?


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26 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 537


—They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the earth to this day.


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27 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 538


On the steps of the Paris stock exchange the goldskinned men quoting prices on their gemmed fingers. Gabble of geese.


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28 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 539


They swarmed loud, uncouth about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk hats. Not theirs : these clothes, this speech, these gestures.


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29 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 540


Their full slow eyes belied the words, the gestures eager and unoffending, but knew the rancours massed about them and knew their zeal was vain. Vain patience to heap and hoard. Time surely would scatter all.


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30 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 541


A hoard heaped by the roadside : plundered and passing on. Their eyes knew their years of wandering and, patient, knew the dishonours of their flesh.


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31 juillet 2013

#Ulysse 542


—Who has not ? Stephen said.


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1er août 2013

#Ulysse 543


—What do you mean ? Mr Deasy asked.


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2 août 2013

#Ulysse 544


He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His underjaw fell sideways open uncertainly. Is this old wisdom ? He waits to hear from me.


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3 août 2013

#Ulysse 545


—History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.


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4 août 2013

#Ulysse 546


From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring whistle : goal. What if that nightmare gave you a back kick ?


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5 août 2013

#Ulysse 547


—The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.


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6 août 2013

#Ulysse 548


Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying :
— That is God.


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7 août 2013

#Ulysse 549


Hooray ! Ay ! Whrrwhee !


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8 août 2013

#Ulysse 550


—What ? Mr Deasy asked.


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9 août 2013

#Ulysse 551


—A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.


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10 août 2013

#Ulysse 552


Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose tweaked between his fingers. Looking up again he set them free.


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11 août 2013

#Ulysse 553


—I am happier than you are, he said. We have committed many errors and many sins. A woman brought sin into the world. For a woman who was no better than she should be, Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten years the Greeks made war on Troy. A faithless wife first brought the strangers to our shore here, MacMurrough’s wife and her leman, O’Rourke, prince of Breffni. A woman too brought Parnell low. Many errors, many failures but not the one sin. I am a struggler now at the end of my days. But I will fight for the right till the end.

For Ulster will fight
And Ulster will be right.


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12 août 2013

#Ulysse 554


Stephen raised the sheets in his hand.
— Well, sir, he began…


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13 août 2013

#Ulysse 555


—I foresee, Mr Deasy said, that you will not remain here very long at this work. You were not born to be a teacher, I think. Perhaps I am wrong.


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14 août 2013

#Ulysse 556


—A learner rather, Stephen said.


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15 août 2013

#Ulysse 557


And here what will you learn more ?


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16 août 2013

#Ulysse 558


Mr Deasy shook his head.
— Who knows ? he said. To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.


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17 août 2013

#Ulysse 559


Stephen rustled the sheets again.
— As regards these, he began.


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18 août 2013

#Ulysse 560


—Yes, Mr Deasy said. You have two copies there. If you can have them published at once.
Telegraph. Irish Homestead.


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19 août 2013

#Ulysse 561


—I will try, Stephen said, and let you know tomorrow. I know two editors slightly.


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20 août 2013

#Ulysse 562


—That will do, Mr Deasy said briskly. I wrote last night to Mr Field, M.P. There is a meeting of the cattletraders’ association today at the City Arms hotel. I asked him to lay my letter before the meeting. You see if you can get it into your two papers. What are they ?


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21 août 2013

#Ulysse 563


—The Evening Telegraph…


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22 août 2013

#Ulysse 564


—That will do, Mr Deasy said. There is no time to lose. Now I have to answer that letter from my cousin.


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23 août 2013

#Ulysse 565


—Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket. Thank you.


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24 août 2013

#Ulysse 566


—Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I like to break a lance with you, old as I am.


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25 août 2013

#Ulysse 567


—Good morning, sir, Stephen said again, bowing to his bent back.


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26 août 2013

#Ulysse 568


He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield.


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27 août 2013

#Ulysse 569


The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate : toothless terrors. Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub me a new name : the bullockbefriending bard.


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28 août 2013

#Ulysse 570


—Mr Dedalus !
Running after me. No more letters, I hope.


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29 août 2013

#Ulysse 571


—Just one moment.


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30 août 2013

#Ulysse 572


—Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.


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31 août 2013

#Ulysse 573


Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.
— I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour of being the only country which never persecuted the jews. Do you know that ? No. And do you know why ?


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1er septembre 2013

#Ulysse 574


He frowned sternly on the bright air.


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2 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 575


—Why, sir ? Stephen asked, beginning to smile.


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3 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 576


—Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly.


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4 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 577


A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his lifted arms waving to the air.


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5 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 578


—She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That’s why.


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6 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 579


On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.


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7 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 580


Ineluctable modality of the visible : at least that if no more, thought through my eyes.


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8 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 581


Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust : coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds : in bodies.


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9 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 582


Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How ? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy.


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10 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 583


Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in ? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.


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11 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 584


Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time.


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12 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 585


A very short space of time through very short times of space. Five, six :
the nacheinander. Exactly : and that is the ineluctable modality of the audible.


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13 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 586


Open your eyes. No. Jesus ! If I fell over a cliff that beetles o’er his base, fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably !


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14 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 587


I am getting on nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it : they do.


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15 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 588


My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, nebeneinander. Sounds solid : made by the mallet of Los Demiurgos.


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16 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 589


Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand ?


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17 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 590


Crush, crack, crick, crick. Wild sea money. Dominie Deasy kens them a’. Won’t you come to Sandymount, Madeline the mare ?


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18 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 591


Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching.
No, agallop : deline the mare.


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19 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 592


Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since ? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta ! I will see if I can see.


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20 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 593


See now. There all the time without you : and ever shall be, world without end.


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21 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 594


They came down the steps from Leahy’s terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer : and down the shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet sinking in the silted sand.


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22 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 595


Like me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother.


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23 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 596


Number one swung lourdily her midwife’s bag, the other’s gamp poked in the beach. From the liberties, out for the day.


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24 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 597


Mrs Florence MacCabe, relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride Street.


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25 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 598


One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Creation from nothing. What has she in the bag ?


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26 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 599


A misbirth with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back, strandentwining cable of all flesh.


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27 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 600


That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods ? Gaze in your omphalos.


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28 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 601


Hello ! Kinch here. Put me on to Edenville. Aleph, alpha : nought, nought, one


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29 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 602


Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon : Heva, naked Eve.


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30 septembre 2013

#Ulysse 603


She had no navel. Gaze. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. Womb of sin.


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1er octobre 2013

#Ulysse 604


Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten.


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2 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 605


By them, the man with my voice and my eyes and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath.


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3 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 606


They clasped and sundered, did the coupler’s will. From before the ages.


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4 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 607


He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. A lex eterna stays about Him.


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5 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 608


Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial ?


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6 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 609


Where is poor dear Arius to try conclusions ? Warring his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality.


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7 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 610


Illstarred heresiarch’. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last : euthanasia.


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8 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 611


With beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of a widowed see, with upstiffed omophorion, with clotted hinderparts.


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9 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 612


Airs romped round him, nipping and eager airs. They are coming, waves. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the steeds of Mananaan.


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10 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 613


I mustn’t forget his letter for the press. And after ? The Ship, half twelve.


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11 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 614


By the way go easy with that money like a good young imbecile. Yes, I must.


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12 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 615


His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara’s or not ?


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13 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 616


My consubstantial father’s voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother Stephen lately ? No ? Sure he’s not down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt Sally ? Couldn’t he fly a bit higher than that, eh ?


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14 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 617


And and and and tell us, Stephen, how is uncle Si ? O, weeping God, the things I married into !


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15 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 618


De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his brother, the cornet player. Highly respectable gondoliers ! And skeweyed Walter sirring his father, no less ! Sir. Yes, sir. No, sir. Jesus wept : and no wonder, by Christ !


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16 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 619


I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage : and wait.


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17 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 620


They take me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.


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18 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 621


—It’s Stephen, sir.


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19 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 622


—Let him in. Let Stephen in.


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20 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 623


A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me.
— We thought you were someone else.


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21 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 624


In his broad bed nuncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over the hillock of his knees a sturdy forearm. Cleanchested. He has washed the upper moiety.
— Morrow, nephew.


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22 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 625


He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandy, filing consents and common searches and a writ of Duces Tecum.


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23 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 626


A bogoak frame over his bald head : Wilde’s Requiescat.


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24 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 627


The drone of his misleading whistle brings Walter back.
— Yes, sir ?


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25 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 628


—Malt for Richie and Stephen, tell mother. Where is she ?


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26 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 629


—Bathing Crissie, sir.


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27 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 630


Papa’s little bedpal. Lump of love.


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28 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 631



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29 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 632


—Call me Richie. Damn your lithia water. It lowers. Whusky !


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30 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 633


—Uncle Richie, really…


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31 octobre 2013

#Ulysse 634


—Sit down or by the law Harry I’ll knock you down.


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1er novembre 2013

#Ulysse 635


Walter squints vainly for a chair.
— He has nothing to sit down on, sir.


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2 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 636


—He has nowhere to put it, you mug. Bring in our chippendale chair. Would you like a bite of something ? None of your damned lawdeedaw airs here. The rich of a rasher fried with a herring ? Sure ? So much the better. We have nothing in the house but backache pills. All’erta !.


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3 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 637


He drones bars of Ferrando’s aria di sortita. The grandest number, Stephen, in the whole opera. Listen.


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4 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 638


His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the air, his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees.


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5 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 639


This wind is sweeter.


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6 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 640


Houses of decay, mine, his and all. You told the Clongowes gentry you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the army. Come out of them, Stephen.


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7 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 641


Beauty is not there. Nor in the stagnant bay of Marsh’s library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas.


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8 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 642


For whom ? The hundredheaded rabble of the cathedral close.


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9 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 643


A hater of his kind ran from them to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the moon, his eyeballs stars.


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10 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 644


Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws.


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11 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 645


Abbas father,— furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains ? Paff ! Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris.


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12 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 646


A garland of grey hair on his comminated head see him me clambering down to the footpace (descende !), clutching a monstrance, basiliskeyed. Get down, baldpoll !


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13 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 647


A choir gives back menace and echo, assisting about the altar’s horns, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat with the fat of kidneys of wheat.


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14 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 648


And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it.


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15 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 649


Dringdring ! And two streets off another locking it into a pyx.


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16 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 650


Dringadring ! And in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his own cheek.


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17 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 651


Dringdring ! Down, up, forward, back. Dan Occam thought of that, invincible doctor.


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18 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 652


A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his brain.


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19 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 653


Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his second bell the first bell in the transept (he is lifting his) and, rising, heard (now I am lifting) their two bells (he is kneeling) twang in diphthong.


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20 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 654


Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint. Isle of saints.


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21 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 655


You were awfully holy, weren’t you ? You prayed to the Blessed Virgin that you might not have a red nose.


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22 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 656


You prayed to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the wet street. O si, certo !


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23 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 657


Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw. More tell me, more still !!


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24 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 658


On the top of the Howth tram alone crying to the rain : Naked women ! naked women ! What about that, eh ?


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25 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 659


What about what ? What else were they invented for ?


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26 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 660


Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh ? I was young.


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27 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 661


You bowed to yourself in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Hurray for the Goddamned idiot ! Hray !


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28 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 662


No-one saw : tell no-one.


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29 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 663


Books you were going to write with letters for titles. Have you read his F ? O yes, but I prefer Q. Yes, but W is wonderful. O yes, W.


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30 novembre 2013

#Ulysse 664


Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply deep, copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the world, including Alexandria ?


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1er décembre 2013

#Ulysse 665


Someone was to read them there after a few thousand years, a mahamanvantara. Pico della Mirandola like. Ay, very like a whale.


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2 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 666


When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once…


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3 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 667


The grainy sand had gone from under his feet.


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4 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 668


His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada.


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5 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 669


Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden of man’s ashes.


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6 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 670


He coasted them, walking warily.


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7 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 671


A porterbottle stood up, stogged to its waist, in the cakey sand dough. A sentinel : isle of dreadful thirst.


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8 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 672


Broken hoops on the shore ; at the land a maze of dark cunning nets ; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts.


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9 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 673


Ringsend : wigwams of brown steersmen and master mariners. Human shells.


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10 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 674


He halted. I have passed the way to aunt Sara’s. Am I not going there ? Seems not.


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11 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 675


No-one about. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse.
—Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position ?
— C’est le pigeon, Joseph.


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12 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 676


Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar MacMahon. Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris.


.
13 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 677


My father’s a bird, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny’s face. Lap, lapin.


.
14 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 678


He hopes to win in the gros lots.


.
15 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 679


About the nature of women he read in Michelet. But he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Lent it to his friend.
—C’est tordant, vous savez. Moi, je suis socialiste. Je ne crois pas en
’existence de Dieu. Faut pas le dire a mon père.
— Il croit ?
— Mon père, oui.
Schluss. He laps.


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16 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 680


My Latin quarter hat. God, we simply must dress the character. I want puce gloves.


.
17 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 681


You were a student, weren’t you ? Of what in the other devil’s name ? Paysayenn. P. C. N., you know : physiques, chimiques et naturelles. Aha.


.
18 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 682


Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Just say in the most natural tone : when I was in Paris ; boul’ Mich’, I used to.


.
19 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 683


Yes, used to carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for murder somewhere. Justice.


.
20 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 684


On the night of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was seen by two witnesses. Other fellow did it : other me. Hat, tie, overcoat, nose. Lui, c’est moi. You seem to have enjoyed yourself.


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21 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 685


Proudly walking. Whom were you trying to walk like ? Forget : a disposssed.


.
22 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 686


With mother’s money order, eight shillings, the banging door of the post office slammed in your face by the usher. Hunger toothache.


.
23 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 687


Encore deux minutes. Look clock. Must get. Ferme. Hired dog !


.
24 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 688


Shoot him to bloody bits with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back.


.
25 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 689


Not hurt ? O, that’s all right. Shake hands. See what I meant, see ? O, that’s all right. Shake a shake. O, that’s all only all right.


.
26 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 690


You were going to do wonders, what ? Missionary to Europe after fiery Columbanus.


.
27 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 691


Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing : Euge ! Euge !


.
28 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 692


Pretending to speak broken English as you dragged your valise, porter threepence, across the slimy pier at Newhaven. Comment ? Rich booty you brought back ; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge ; a blue French telegram, curiosity to show :
— Nother dying come home father.


.
29 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 693


The aunt thinks you killed your mother. That’s why she won’t.

Then here’s a health to Mulligan’s aunt
And I’ll tell you the reason why.
She always kept things decent in
The Hannigan famileye.


.
30 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 694


His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sand furrows, along by the boulders of the south wall. He stared at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls.


.
31 décembre 2013

#Ulysse 695


Gold light on sea, on sand, on boulders. The sun is there, the slender trees, the lemon houses.


.
1er janvier 2014

#Ulysse 696


Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her lemon streets.


.
2 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 697


Moist pith of farls of bread, the froggreen wormwood, her matin incense, court the air.


.
3 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 698


Belluomo rises from the bed of his wife’s lover’s wife, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a saucer of acetic acid in her hand.


.
4 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 699


In Rodot’s Yvonne and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties, shattering with gold teeth chaussons of pastry, their mouths yellowed with the pus of flan breton.


.
5 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 700


Faces of Paris men go by, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores.


.
6 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 701


Noon slumbers. Kevin Egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through fingers smeared with printer’s ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his white.


.
7 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 702


About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. Un demi setier !


.
8 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 703


A jet of coffee steam from the burnished caldron. She serves me at his beck. Il est irlandais. Hollandais ? Non fromage. Deux irlandais, nous, Irlande, vous savez ah, oui !


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9 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 704


She thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. Your postprandial, do you know that word ? Postprandial.


.
10 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 705


There was a fellow I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to call it his postprandial.


.
11 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 706


Well : slainte ! Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges.


.
12 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 707


His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the green fairy’s fang thrusting between his lips.


.
13 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 708


Of Ireland, the Dalcassians, of hopes, conspiracies, of Arthur Griffith now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men.


.
14 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 709


To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes our common cause. You’re your father’s son. I know the voice.


.
15 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 710


His fustian shirt, sanguineflowered, trembles its Spanish tassels at his secrets.


.
16 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 711


M. Drumont, famous journalist, Drumont, know what he called queen Victoria ? Old hag with the yellow teeth. Vieille ogresse with the dents jaunes.


.
17 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 712


Maud Gonne, beautiful woman, La Patrie, M. Millevoye, Felix Faure, know how he died ? Licentious men.


.
18 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 713


The froeken, bonne a tout faire, who rubs male
nakedness in the bath at Upsala. Moi faire, she said, Tous les messieurs.
Not this Monsieur, I said. Most licentious custom.


.
19 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 714


Bath a most private thing. I wouldn’t let my brother, not even my own brother, most lascivious thing.


.
20 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 715


Green eyes, I see you. Fang, I feel. Lascivious people.


.
21 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 716


The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear.


.
22 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 717


Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire : a flame and acrid smoke light our corner.


.
23 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 718


Raw facebones under his peep of day boy’s hat.


.
24 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 719


How the head centre got away, authentic version. Got up as a young bride, man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the road to Malahide. Did, faith. Of lost leaders, the betrayed, wild escapes. Disguises, clutched at, gone, not here.


.
25 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 720


Spurned lover. I was a strapping young gossoon at that time, I tell you.


.
26 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 721


I’ll show you my likeness one day. I was, faith.


.
27 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 722


Lover, for her love he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the walls of Clerkenwell and, crouching, saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward in the fog.


.
28 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 723


Shattered glass and toppling masonry.


.
29 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 724


In gay Paree he hides, Egan of Paris, unsought by any save by me.


.
30 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 725


Making his day’s stations, the dingy printingcase, his three taverns, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d’Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the gone.


.
31 janvier 2014

#Ulysse 726


Loveless, landless, wifeless.


.
1er février 2014

#Ulysse 727


She is quite nicey comfy without her outcast man, madame in rue Git-le-Coeur, canary and two buck lodgers.


.
2 février 2014

#Ulysse 728


Peachy cheeks, a zebra skirt, frisky as a young thing’s. Spurned and undespairing.


.
3 février 2014

#Ulysse 729


Tell Pat you saw me, won’t you ? I wanted to get poor Pat a job one time. Mon fils, soldier of France. I taught him to sing The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Know that old lay ? I taught Patrice that. Old Kilkenny : saint Canice, Strongbow’s castle on the Nore. Goes like this. O, O. He takes me, Napper Tandy, by the hand.

O, O THE BOYS OF
KILKENNY…


.
4 février 2014

#Ulysse 730


Weak wasting hand on mine. They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not he them. Remembering thee, O Sion.


.
5 février 2014

#Ulysse 731


He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots.


.
6 février 2014

#Ulysse 732


The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of seeds of brightness.


.
7 février 2014

#Ulysse 733


Here, I am not walking out to the Kish lightship, am I ?


.
8 février 2014

#Ulysse 734


He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the quaking soil. Turn back.


.
9 février 2014

#Ulysse 735


Turning, he scanned the shore south, his feet sinking again slowly in new sockets.


.
10 février 2014

#Ulysse 736


The cold domed room of the tower waits.


.
11 février 2014

#Ulysse 737


Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the dial floor.


.
12 février 2014

#Ulysse 738


Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night.


.
13 février 2014

#Ulysse 739


In the darkness of the dome they wait, their pushedback chairs, my obelisk valise, around a board of abandoned platters. Who to clear it ? He has the key.


.
14 février 2014

#Ulysse 740


I will not sleep there when this night comes.


.
15 février 2014

#Ulysse 741


A shut door of a silent tower, entombing their blind bodies, the panthersahib and his pointer. Call : no answer.


.
16 février 2014

#Ulysse 742


He lifted his feet up from the suck and turned back by the mole of boulders.


.
17 février 2014

#Ulysse 743


Take all, keep all. My soul walks with me, form of forms.


.
18 février 2014

#Ulysse 744


So in the moon’s midwatches I pace the path above the rocks, in sable silvered, hearing Elsinore’s tempting flood.


.
19 février 2014

#Ulysse 745


The flood is following me. I can watch it flow past from here.


.
20 février 2014

#Ulysse 746


Get back then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there.


.
21 février 2014

#Ulysse 747


He climbed over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant in a grike.


.
22 février 2014

#Ulysse 748


A bloated carcass of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Before him the gunwale of a boat, sunk in sand. Un coche ensablé Louis Veuillot called Gautier’s prose.


.
23 février 2014

#Ulysse 749


These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. And these, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a warren of weasel rats.


.
24 février 2014

#Ulysse 750


Hide gold there. Try it. You have some. Sands and stones. Heavy of the past. Sir Lout’s toys. Mind you don’t get one bang on the ear. I’m the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my steppingstones. Feefawfum. I zmellz de bloodz odz an Iridzman.


.
25 février 2014

#Ulysse 751


A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the sweep of sand.


.
26 février 2014

#Ulysse 752


Lord, is he going to attack me ? Respect his liberty.


.
27 février 2014

#Ulysse 753


You will not be master of others or their slave. I have my stick. Sit tight.


.
28 février 2014

#Ulysse 754


From farther away, walking shoreward across from the crested tide, figures, two. The two maries.


.
1er mars 2014

#Ulysse 755


They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. Peekaboo. I see you. No, the dog. He is running back to them. Who ?


.
2 mars 2014

#Ulysse 756


Galleys of the Lochlanns ran here to beach, in quest of prey, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf.


.
3 mars 2014

#Ulysse 757


Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold.


.
4 mars 2014

#Ulysse 758


A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the shallows.


.
5 mars 2014

#Ulysse 759


Then from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my people, with flayers’ knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. Famine, plague and slaughters.


.
6 mars 2014

#Ulysse 760


Their blood is in me, their lusts my waves.


.
7 mars 2014

#Ulysse 761


I moved among them on the frozen Liffey, that I, a changeling, among the spluttering resin fires. I spoke to no-one : none to me.


.
8 mars 2014

#Ulysse 762


I spoke to no-one : none to me.


.
9 mars 2014

#Ulysse 763


The dog’s bark ran towards him, stopped, ran back. Dog of my enemy.


.
10 mars 2014

#Ulysse 764


I just simply stood pale, silent, bayed about. Terribilia meditans.


.
11 mars 2014

#Ulysse 765


A primrose doublet, fortune’s knave, smiled on my fear. For that are you pining, the bark of their applause ?


.
12 mars 2014

#Ulysse 766


Pretenders : live their lives. The Bruce’s brother, Thomas Fitzgerald, silken knight, Perkin Warbeck, York’s false scion, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of a day, and Lambert Simnel, with a tail of nans and sutlers, a scullion crowned. All kings’ sons.


.
13 mars 2014

#Ulysse 767


Paradise of pretenders then and now. He saved men from drowning and you shake at a cur’s yelping.


.
14 mars 2014

#Ulysse 768


But the courtiers who mocked Guido in Or san Michele were in their own house. House of… We don’t want any of your medieval abstrusiosities.


.
15 mars 2014

#Ulysse 769


Would you do what he did ? A boat would be near, a lifebuoy. Natürlich, put there for you. Would you or would you not ?


.
16 mars 2014

#Ulysse 770


The man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden’s rock. They are waiting for him now.


.
17 mars 2014

#Ulysse 771


The truth, spit it out. I would want to. I would try. I am not a strong swimmer. Water cold soft.


.
18 mars 2014

#Ulysse 772


When I put my face into it in the basin at Clongowes. Can’t see ! Who’s behind me ? Out quickly, quickly !


.
19 mars 2014

#Ulysse 773


Do you see the tide flowing quickly in on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand quickly, shellcocoacoloured ?


.
20 mars 2014

#Ulysse 774


If I had land under my feet. I want his life still to be his, mine to be mine. A drowning man.


.
21 mars 2014

#Ulysse 775


His human eyes scream to me out of horror of his death. I… With him together down… I could not save her. Waters : bitter death : lost.


.
22 mars 2014

#Ulysse 776


A woman and a man. I see her skirties. Pinned up, I bet.


.
23 mars 2014

#Ulysse 777


Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, trotting, sniffing on all sides.


.
24 mars 2014

#Ulysse 778


Looking for something lost in a past life.


.
25 mars 2014

#Ulysse 779


Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a lowskimming gull.


.
26 mars 2014

#Ulysse 780


The man’s shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks.


.
27 mars 2014

#Ulysse 781


On a field tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired.


.
28 mars 2014

#Ulysse 782


At the lacefringe of the tide he halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears


.
29 mars 2014

#Ulysse 783


His snout lifted barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse.


.
30 mars 2014

#Ulysse 784


They serpented towards his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking, plashing, from far, from farther out, waves and waves.


.
31 mars 2014

#Ulysse 785


Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping, soused their bags and, lifting them again, waded out.


.
1er avril 2014

#Ulysse 786


The dog yelped running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning.


.
2 avril 2014

#Ulysse 787


Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf’s tongue redpanting from his jaws.


.
3 avril 2014

#Ulysse 788


His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a calf’s gallop.


.
4 avril 2014

#Ulysse 789


The carcass lay on his path.


.
5 avril 2014

#Ulysse 790


He stopped, sniffed, stalked round it, brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffling rapidly like a dog all over the dead dog’s bedraggled fell.


.
6 avril 2014

#Ulysse 791


Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor dogsbody ! Here lies poor dogsbody’s body.


.
7 avril 2014

#Ulysse 792


—Tatters ! Out of that, you mongrel !


.
8 avril 2014

#Ulysse 793


The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight.


.
9 avril 2014

#Ulysse 794


He slunk back in a curve. Doesn’t see me.


.
10 avril 2014

#Ulysse 795


Along by the edge of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it.


.
11 avril 2014

#Ulysse 796


He trotted forward and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed quick short at an unsmelt rock. The simple pleasures of the poor.


.
12 avril 2014

#Ulysse 797


His hindpaws then scattered the sand : then his forepaws dabbled and delved. Something he buried there, his grandmother.


.
13 avril 2014

#Ulysse 798


He rooted in the sand, dabbling, delving and stopped to listen to the air, scraped up the sand again with a fury of his claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead.


.
14 avril 2014

#Ulysse 799


After he woke me last night same dream or was it ?


.
15 avril 2014

#Ulysse 800


Wait. Open hallway. Street of harlots. Remember. Haroun al Raschid. I am almosting it. That man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held against my face. Smiled : creamfruit smell. That was the rule, said. In. Come. Red carpet spread. You will see who.


.
16 avril 2014

#Ulysse 801


Shouldering their bags they trudged, the red Egyptians.


.
17 avril 2014

#Ulysse 802


His blued feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck.


.
18 avril 2014

#Ulysse 803


With woman steps she followed : the ruffian and his strolling mort.


.
19 avril 2014

#Ulysse 804


Spoils slung at her back. Loose sand and shellgrit crusted her bare feet. About her windraw face hair trailed.


.
20 avril 2014

#Ulysse 805


Behind her lord, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville.


.
21 avril 2014

#Ulysse 806


When night hides her body’s flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs have mired.


.
22 avril 2014

#Ulysse 807


Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O’Loughlin’s of Blackpitts. Buss her, wap in rogues’ rum lingo, for, O, my dimber wapping dell !


.
23 avril 2014

#Ulysse 808


A shefiend’s whiteness under her rancid rags.


.
24 avril 2014

#Ulysse 809


Fumbally’s lane that night : the tanyard smells.

White thy fambles, red thy gan
And thy quarrons dainty is.
Couch a hogshead with me then.
In the darkmans clip and kiss.


.
25 avril 2014

#Ulysse 810


Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, frate porcospino.


.
26 avril 2014

#Ulysse 811


Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted.


.
27 avril 2014

#Ulysse 812


Call away let him : thy quarrons dainty is. Language no whit worse than his.


.
28 avril 2014

#Ulysse 813


Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles : roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets.


.
29 avril 2014

#Ulysse 814


Passing now.


.
30 avril 2014

#Ulysse 815


A side eye at my Hamlet hat. If I were suddenly naked here as I sit ? I am not.


.
1er mai 2014

#Ulysse 816


Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun’s flaming sword, to the west, trekking to evening lands.


.
2 mai 2014

#Ulysse 817


She trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load.


.
3 mai 2014

#Ulysse 818


A tide westering, moondrawn, in her wake.


.
4 mai 2014

#Ulysse 819


Tides, myriadislanded, within her, blood not mine, oinopa ponton, a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon.


.
5 mai 2014

#Ulysse 820


In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise.


.
6 mai 2014

#Ulysse 821


Bridebed, childbed, bed of death, ghostcandled. Omnis caro ad te veniet.


.
7 mai 2014

#Ulysse 822


He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth’s kiss.


.
8 mai 2014

#Ulysse 823


Here. Put a pin in that chap, will you ? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss.


.
9 mai 2014

#Ulysse 824


No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth’s kiss.


.
10 mai 2014

#Ulysse 825


His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air : mouth to her moomb. Oomb, allwombing tomb.


.
11 mai 2014

#Ulysse 826


His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched : ooeeehah : roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway.


.
12 mai 2014

#Ulysse 827


Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy’s letter.


.
13 mai 2014

#Ulysse 828


Here. Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off.


.
14 mai 2014

#Ulysse 829


Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and scribbled words.


.
15 mai 2014

#Ulysse 830


That’s twice I forgot to take slips from the library counter.


.
16 mai 2014

#Ulysse 831


His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till the farthest star ?


.
17 mai 2014

#Ulysse 832


Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds.


.
18 mai 2014

#Ulysse 833


Me sits there with his augur’s rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by day beside a livid sea, unbeheld, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars.


.
19 mai 2014

#Ulysse 834


I throw this ended shadow from me, manshape ineluctable, call it back.


.
20 mai 2014

#Ulysse 835


Endless, would it be mine, form of my form ? Who watches me here ? Who ever anywhere will read these written words ?


.
21 mai 2014

#Ulysse 836


Signs on a white field. Somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice.


.
22 mai 2014

#Ulysse 837


The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat : veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its field.


.
23 mai 2014

#Ulysse 838


Hold hard.


.
24 mai 2014

#Ulysse 839


Coloured on a flat : yes, that’s right. Flat I see, then think distance, near, far, flat I see, east, back.


.
25 mai 2014

#Ulysse 840


Ah, see now ! Falls back suddenly, frozen in stereoscope. Click does the trick.


.
26 mai 2014

#Ulysse 841


You find my words dark.


.
27 mai 2014

#Ulysse 842


Darkness is in our souls do you not think ? Flutier.


.
28 mai 2014

#Ulysse 843


Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more.


.
29 mai 2014

#Ulysse 844


She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes.


.
30 mai 2014

#Ulysse 845


Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil ?


.
31 mai 2014

#Ulysse 846


Into the ineluctable modality of the ineluctable visuality.


.
1er juin 2014

#Ulysse 847


She, she, she. What she ?


.
2 juin 2014

#Ulysse 848


The virgin at Hodges Figgis’ window on Monday looking in for one of the alphabet
books you were going to write. Keen glance you gave her.


.
3 juin 2014

#Ulysse 849


Wrist through the braided jesse of her sunshade.


.
4 juin 2014

#Ulysse 850


She lives in Leeson park with a grief and kickshaws, a lady of letters.


.
5 juin 2014

#Ulysse 851


Talk that to someone else, Stevie : a pickmeup.


.
6 juin 2014

#Ulysse 852


Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool.


.
7 juin 2014

#Ulysse 853


Talk about apple dumplings, piuttosto. Where are your wits ?


.
8 juin 2014

#Ulysse 854


Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now.


.
9 juin 2014

#Ulysse 855


What is that word known to all men ? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me.


.
10 juin 2014

#Ulysse 856


He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pock his hat. His hat down on his eyes.


.
11 juin 2014

#Ulysse 857


That is Kevin Egan’s movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Et vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona. Alo ! Bonjour. Welcome as the flowers in May.


.
12 juin 2014

#Ulysse 858


Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun.


.
13 juin 2014

#Ulysse 859


I am caught in this burning scene.


.
14 juin 2014

#Ulysse 860


Pan’s hour, the faunal noon.


.
15 juin 2014

#Ulysse 861



.
16 juin 2014

#Ulysse 862


Pain is far.

And no more turn aside and brood.


.
17 juin 2014

#Ulysse 863


His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck’s castoffs, nebeneinander.


.
18 juin 2014

#Ulysse 864


He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another’s foot had nested warm.


.
19 juin 2014

#Ulysse 865


The foot that beat the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove.


.
20 juin 2014

#Ulysse 866


But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt’s shoe went on you : girl I knew in Paris. Tiens, quel petit pied !


.
21 juin 2014

#Ulysse 867


Staunch friend, a brother soul : Wilde’s love that dare not speak its name.


.
22 juin 2014

#Ulysse 868


His arm : Cranly’s arm.


.
23 juin 2014

#Ulysse 869


He now will leave me. And the blame ? As I am. As I am. All or not at all.


.
24 juin 2014

#Ulysse 870


In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand, rising, flowing.


.
25 juin 2014

#Ulysse 871


My ashplant will float away. I shall wait.


.
26 juin 2014

#Ulysse 872


No, they will pass on, passing, chafing against the low rocks, swirling, passing.


.
27 juin 2014

#Ulysse 873


Better get this job over quick. Listen : a fourworded wavespeech : seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos.


.
28 juin 2014

#Ulysse 874


Vehement breath of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks.


.
29 juin 2014

#Ulysse 875


In cups of rocks it slops : flop, slop, slap : bounded in barrels.


.
30 juin 2014

#Ulysse 876


And, spent, its speech ceases. It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.


.
1er juillet 2014

#Ulysse 877


Under the upswelling tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds.


.
2 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 878


Day by day : night by night : lifted, flooded and let fall.


.
3 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 879


Lord, they are weary ; and, whispered to, they sigh.


.
4 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 880


Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit.


.
5 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 881


To no end gathered ; vainly then released, forthflowing, wending back : loom of the moon.


.
6 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 882


Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a toil of waters.


.
7 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 883


Five fathoms out there. Full fathom five thy father lies.


.
8 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 884


At one, he said. Found drowned. High water at Dublin bar.


.
9 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 885


Driving before it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells.


.
10 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 886


A corpse rising saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward.


.
11 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 887


There he is. Hook it quick. Pull.


.
12 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 888


Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor


.
13 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 889


We have him. Easy now.


.
14 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 890


Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine.


.
15 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 891


A quiver of minnows, fat of a spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly.


.
16 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 892


God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed
mountain.


.
17 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 893


Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead.


.
18 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 894


Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes upward the stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun.


.
19 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 895


A seachange this, brown eyes saltblue. Seadeath, mildest of all deaths known to man. Old Father Ocean.


.
20 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 896


Prix de paris : beware of imitations. Just you give it a fair trial. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.


.
21 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 897


Come. I thirst.


.
22 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 898


Clouding over. No black clouds anywhere, are there ? Thunderstorm.


.
23 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 899


Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum.


.
24 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 900


No. My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon. Where ? To evening lands. Evening will find itself.


.
25 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 901


He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still.


.
26 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 902


Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me.


.
27 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 903


All days make their end.


.
28 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 904


By the way next when is it Tuesday will be the longest day.


.
29 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 905


Of all the glad new year, mother, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet. Già.


.
30 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 906


For the old hag with the yellow teeth. And Monsieur Drumont, gentleman journalist. Già.


.
31 juillet 2014

#Ulysse 907


My teeth are very bad. Why, I wonder. Feel. That one is going too. Shells.


.
1er août 2014

#Ulysse 908


Ought I go to a dentist, I wonder, with that money ? That one. This. Toothless Kinch, the superman.


.
2 août 2014

#Ulysse 909


Why is that, I wonder, or does it mean something perhaps ?


.
3 août 2014

#Ulysse 910


My handkerchief. He threw it. I remember. Did I not take it up ?


.
4 août 2014

#Ulysse 911


His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn’t. Better buy one.


.
5 août 2014

#Ulysse 912


He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock, carefully. For the rest let look who will.


.
6 août 2014

#Ulysse 913


Behind. Perhaps there is someone.


.
7 août 2014

#Ulysse 914


He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through the air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the crosstrees, homing, upstream, silently moving, a silent ship. +


.
8 août 2014

#Ulysse 915


Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls.


.
9 août 2014

#Ulysse 916


He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes.


.
10 août 2014

#Ulysse 917


Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.


.
11 août 2014

#Ulysse 918


Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray.


.
12 août 2014

#Ulysse 919


Gelid light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel a bit peckish.


.
13 août 2014

#Ulysse 920


The coals were reddening.


.
14 août 2014

#Ulysse 921


Another slice of bread and butter : three, four : right. She didn’t like her plate full. Right.


.
15 août 2014

#Ulysse 922


He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and set it sideways on the fire.


.
16 août 2014

#Ulysse 923


It sat there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out.


.
17 août 2014

#Ulysse 924


Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry.


.
18 août 2014

#Ulysse 925


The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.
— Mkgnao !


.
19 août 2014

#Ulysse 926


—O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.


.
20 août 2014

#Ulysse 927


The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing.


.
21 août 2014

#Ulysse 928


Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.


.
22 août 2014

#Ulysse 929


Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form.


.
23 août 2014

#Ulysse 930


Clean to see : the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, the green flashing eyes.


.
24 août 2014

#Ulysse 931


He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.
— Milk for the pussens, he said.


.
25 août 2014

#Ulysse 932


—Mrkgnao ! the cat cried.


.
26 août 2014

#Ulysse 933


They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them. She understands all she wants to.


.
27 août 2014

#Ulysse 934


Vindictive too. Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it.


.
28 août 2014

#Ulysse 935


Wonder what I look like to her. Height of a tower ? No, she can jump me.


.
29 août 2014

#Ulysse 936


—Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.


.
30 août 2014

#Ulysse 937


—Mrkrgnao ! the cat said loudly.


.
31 août 2014

#Ulysse 938


She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth.


.
1er septembre 2014

#Ulysse 939


He watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones.


.
2 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 940


Then he went to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon’s milkman had just filled for him, poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.


.
3 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 941


—Gurrhr ! she cried, running to lap.


.
4 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 942


He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped three times and licked lightly.


.
5 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 943


Wonder is it true if you clip them they can’t mouse after.


.
6 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 944


Why ?


.
7 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 945


They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.


.
8 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 946


He listened to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this drouth. Want pure fresh water.


.
9 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 947


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 Dlugacz’s. While the kettle is boiling.


.
10 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 948


She lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean.


.
11 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 949


Why are their tongues so rough ? To lap better, all porous holes.


.
12 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 950


Nothing she can eat ? He glanced round him. No.


.
13 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 951


On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by the bedroom door.


.
14 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 952


She might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter she likes in the morning. Still perhaps : once in a way.


.
15 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 953


He said softly in the bare hall :
— I’m going round the corner. Be back in a minute.


.
16 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 954


And when he had heard his voice say it he added :
— You don’t want anything for breakfast ?


.
17 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 955


A sleepy soft grunt answered :
— Mn.


.
18 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 956


No. She didn’t want anything.


.
19 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 957


He heard then a warm heavy sigh, softer, as she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled.


.
20 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 958


Must get those settled really. Pity. All the way from Gibraltar. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew.


.
21 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 959


Wonder what her father gave for it. Old style. Ah yes ! of course. Bought it at the governor’s auction. Got a short knock. Hard as nails at a bargain, old Tweedy. Yes, sir.


.
22 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 960


At Plevna that was. I rose from the ranks, sir, and I’m proud of it.


.
23 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 961


Still he had brains enough to make that corner in stamps. Now that was farseeing.


.
24 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 962


His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his lost property office secondhand waterproof.


.
25 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 963


Stamps : stickyback pictures.


.
26 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 964


Daresay lots of officers are in the swim too. Course they do.


.
27 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 965


The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely : Plasto’s high grade ha.


.
28 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 966


He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip of paper. Quite safe.


.
29 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 967


On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there.


.
30 septembre 2014

#Ulysse 968


In the trousers I left off. Must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe. No use disturbing her.


.
1er octobre 2014

#Ulysse 969


She turned over sleepily that time.


.
2 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 970


He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the threshold, a limp lid. Looked shut. All right till I come back anyhow.


.
3 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 971


He crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number seventyfive.


.
4 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 972


The sun was nearing the steeple of George’s church.


.
5 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 973


Be a warm day I fancy. Specially in these black clothes feel it more.


.
6 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 974


Black conducts, reflects, (refracts is it ?), the heat.


.
7 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 975


But I couldn’t go in that light suit. Make a picnic of it.


.
8 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 976


His eyelids sank quietly often as he walked in happy warmth.


.
9 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 977


Boland’s breadvan delivering with trays our daily but she prefers yesterday’s loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Makes you feel young.


.
10 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 978


Somewhere in the east : early morning : set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day’s march on him.


.
11 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 979


Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically.


.
12 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 980


Walk along a strand, strange land, come to a city gate, sentry there, old ranker too, old Tweedy’s big moustaches, leaning on a long kind of a spear.


.
13 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 981


Wander through awned streets. Turbaned faces going by.


.
14 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 982


Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe.


.
15 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 983


Cries of sellers in the streets.


.
16 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 984


Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Dander along all day.


.
17 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 985


Might meet a robber or two. Well, meet him.


.
18 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 986


Getting on to sundown.


.
19 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 987


The shadows of the mosques among the pillars : priest with a scroll rolled up.


.
20 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 988


A shiver of the trees, signal, the evening wind.


.
21 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 989


I pass on. Fading gold sky.


.
22 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 990


A mother watches me from her doorway. She calls her children home in their dark language.


.
23 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 991


High wall : beyond strings twanged.


.
24 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 992


Night sky, moon, violet, colour of Molly’s new garters. Strings. Listen.


.
25 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 993


A girl playing one of those instruments what do you call them : dulcimers. I pass.


.
26 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 994


Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read : in the track of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage.


.
27 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 995


He smiled, pleasing himself.


.
28 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 996


What Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the Freeman leader : a homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank of Ireland.


.
29 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 997


He prolonged his pleased smile.


.
30 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 998


Ikey touch that : homerule sun rising up in the north-west.


.
31 octobre 2014

#Ulysse 999


He approached Larry O’Rourke’s.


.
1er novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1000


From the cellar grating floated up the flabby gush of porter.


.
2 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1001


Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush.


.
3 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1002


Good house, however : just the end of the city traffic.


.
4 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1003


For instance M’Auley’s down there : n. g. as position.


.
5 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1004


Of course if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shot.


.
6 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1005


Baldhead over the blind. Cute old codger.


.
7 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1006


No use canvassing him for an ad. Still he knows his own business best.


.
8 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1007


There he is, sure enough, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket.


.
9 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1008


Simon Dedalus takes him off to a tee with his eyes screwed up.


.
10 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1009


Do you know what I’m going to tell you ? What’s that, Mr O’Rourke ? Do you know what ? The Russians, they’d only be an eight o’clock breakfast for the Japanese.


.
11 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1010


Stop and say a word : about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr O’Rourke.


.
12 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1011


Turning into Dorset street he said freshly in greeting through the doorway :
— Good day, Mr O’Rourke.


.
13 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1012


—Good day to you.


.
14 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1013


—Lovely weather, sir.


.
15 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1014


—’Tis all that.


.
16 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1015


Where do they get the money ?


.
17 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1016


Coming up redheaded curates from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the cellar. Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Then thin of the competition. General thirst.


.
18 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1017


Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. Save it they can’t. Off the drunks perhaps. Put down three and carry five.


.
19 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1018


What is that, a bob here and there, dribs and drabs.


.
20 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1019


On the wholesale orders perhaps. Doing a double shuffle with the town travellers. Square it you with the boss and we’ll split the job, see ?


.
21 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1020


How much would that tot to off the porter in the month ?


.
22 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1021


Say ten barrels of stuff. Say he got ten per cent off. O more. Fifteen.


.
23 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1022


He passed Saint Joseph’s National school. Brats’ clamour. Windows open. Fresh air helps memory. Or a lilt.


.
24 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1023


Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou.


.
25 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1024


Boys are they ? Yes. Inishturk. Inishark. Inishboffin. At their joggerfry. Mine. Slieve Bloom.


.
26 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1025



.
27 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1026


The figures whitened in his mind, unsolved : displeased, he let them fade.


.
28 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1027


The shiny links, packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm breath of cooked spicy pigs’ blood.


.
29 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1028


A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the willowpatterned dish : the last.


.
30 novembre 2014

#Ulysse 1029


He stood by the nextdoor girl at the counter.


.
1er décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1030


Would she buy it too, calling the items from a slip in her hand ?


.
2 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1031


Chapped : washingsoda. And a pound and a half of Denny’s sausages.


.
3 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1032


His eyes rested on her vigorous hips.


.
4 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1033


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.


.
5 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1034


The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink.


.
6 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1035


Sound meat there : like a stallfed heifer.


.
7 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1036


He took a page up from the pile of cut sheets : the model farm at Kinnereth on the lakeshore of Tiberias.


.
8 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1037


Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Moses Montefiore. I thought he was. Farmhouse, wall round it, blurred cattle cropping.


.
9 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1038


He held the page from him : interesting : read it nearer, the title, the blurred cropping cattle, the page rustling.


.
10 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1039


A young white heifer.


.
11 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1040


Those mornings in the cattlemarket, the beasts lowing in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a ripemeated hindquarter, there’s a prime one, unpeeled switches in their hands.


.
12 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1041


He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his will, his soft subject gaze at rest.


.
13 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1042


The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack by whack.


.
14 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1043


The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made a red grimace.
— Now, my miss, he said.


.
15 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1044


She tendered a coin, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.


.
16 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1045


—Thank you, my miss. And one shilling threepence change. For you, please ?


.
17 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1046


Mr Bloom pointed quickly.


.
18 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1047


To catch up and walk behind her if she went slowly, behind her moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the morning.


.
19 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1048


Hurry up, damn it. Make hay while the sun shines.


.
20 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1049


She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the right.


.
21 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1050


He sighed down his nose : they never understand.


.
22 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1051


Sodachapped hands. Crusted toenails too. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways.


.
23 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1052


The sting of disregard glowed to weak pleasure within his breast.


.
24 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1053


For another : a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. They like them sizeable. Prime sausage. O please, Mr Policeman, I’m lost in the wood.


.
25 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1054


—Threepence, please.


.
26 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1055


His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket.


.
27 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1056


Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers’ pocket and laid them on the rubber prickles.


.
28 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1057


They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the till.


.
29 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1058


—Thank you, sir. Another time.


.
30 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1059


A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his gaze after an instant. No : better not : another time.
— Good morning, he said, moving away.


.
31 décembre 2014

#Ulysse 1060


—Good morning, sir.


.
1er janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1061


No sign. Gone. What matter ?


.
2 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1062


He walked back along Dorset street, reading gravely.


.
3 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1063


Agendath Netaim : planters’ company.


.
4 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1064


To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees.


.
5 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1065


Excellent for shade, fuel and construction.


.
6 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1066


Orangegroves and immense melonfields north of Jaffa.


.
7 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1067


You pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons. Olives cheaper : oranges need artificial irrigation.


.
8 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1068


Every year you get a sending 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. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15.


.
9 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1069


Nothing doing. Still an idea behind it.


.
10 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1070


He looked at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Silverpowdered olivetrees.


.
11 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1071


Quiet long days : pruning, ripening. Olives are packed in jars, eh ?


.
12 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1072


I have a few left from Andrews. Molly spitting them out. Knows the taste of them now.


.
13 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1073


Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Citrons too.


.
14 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1074


Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin’s parade. And Mastiansky with the old cither. Pleasant evenings we had then. Molly in Citron’s basketchair.


.
15 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1075


Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the hand, lift it to the nostrils and smell the perfume. Like that, heavy, sweet, wild perfume. Always the same, year after year.


.
16 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1076


They fetched high prices too, Moisel told me.


.
17 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1077


Arbutus place : Pleasants street : pleasant old times.


.
18 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1078


Must be without a flaw, he said. Coming all that way : Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the Levant.


.
19 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1079


Crates lined up on the quayside at Jaffa, chap ticking them off in a book, navvies handling them barefoot in soiled dungarees.


.
20 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1080


There’s whatdoyoucallhim out of. How do you ? Doesn’t see. Chap you know just to salute bit of a bore. His back is like that Norwegian captain’s. Wonder if I’ll meet him today. Watering cart. To provoke the rain. On earth as it is in heaven.


.
21 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1081


A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly. Grey. Far.


.
22 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1082


No, not like that. A barren land, bare waste.


.
23 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1083


Vulcanic lake, the dead sea : no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the earth.


.
24 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1084


No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Brimstone they called it raining down : the cities of the plain : Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. All dead names.


.
25 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1085


A dead sea in a dead land, grey and old. Old now.


.
26 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1086


It bore the oldest, the first race. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy’s, clutching a naggin
bottle by the neck. The oldest people.


.
27 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1087


Wandered far away over all the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. It lay there now.


.
28 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1088


Now it could bear no more.


.
29 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1089


Dead : an old woman’s : the grey sunken cunt of the world.


.
30 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1090


Desolation.


.
31 janvier 2015

#Ulysse 1091


Grey horror seared his flesh.


.
1er février 2015

#Ulysse 1092


Folding the page into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward.


.
2 février 2015

#Ulysse 1093


Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood : age crusting him with a salt cloak. Well, I am here now. Yes, I am here now.


.
3 février 2015

#Ulysse 1094


Morning mouth bad images. Got up wrong side of the bed.


.
4 février 2015

#Ulysse 1095


Must begin again those Sandow’s exercises. On the hands down.


.
5 février 2015

#Ulysse 1096


Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that ?


.
6 février 2015

#Ulysse 1097


Valuation is only twenty-eight.


.
7 février 2015

#Ulysse 1098


Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur : parlour windows plastered with bills. Plasters on a sore eye.


.
8 février 2015

#Ulysse 1099


To smell the gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter.


.
9 février 2015

#Ulysse 1100


Be near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Yes, yes.


.
10 février 2015

#Ulysse 1101


Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the brightening footpath.


.
11 février 2015

#Ulysse 1102


Runs, she runs to meet me, a girl with gold hair on the wind.


.
12 février 2015

#Ulysse 1103


Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered them.


.
13 février 2015

#Ulysse 1104


Mrs Marion Bloom. His quickened heart slowed at once. Bold hand. Mrs Marion.


.
14 février 2015

#Ulysse 1105


—Poldy !


.
15 février 2015

#Ulysse 1106


Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head.


.
16 février 2015

#Ulysse 1107


—Who are the letters for ?


.
17 février 2015

#Ulysse 1108


He looked at them. Mullingar. Milly.


.
18 février 2015

#Ulysse 1109


—A letter for me from Milly, he said carefully, and a card to you. And a letter for you.


.
19 février 2015

#Ulysse 1110


He laid her card and letter on the twill bedspread near the curve of her knees.
— Do you want the blind up ?


.
20 février 2015

#Ulysse 1111


Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow.
— That do ? he asked, turning.


.
21 février 2015

#Ulysse 1112


She was reading the card, propped on her elbow.
— She got the things, she said.


.
22 février 2015

#Ulysse 1113


He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a snug sigh.


.
23 février 2015

#Ulysse 1114


—Hurry up with that tea, she said. I’m parched.


.
24 février 2015

#Ulysse 1115


—The kettle is boiling, he said.


.
25 février 2015

#Ulysse 1116


But he delayed to clear the chair : her striped petticoat, tossed soiled linen : and lifted all in an armful on to the foot of the bed.


.
26 février 2015

#Ulysse 1117


As he went down the kitchen stairs she called :
— Poldy !


.
27 février 2015

#Ulysse 1118


—What ?


.
28 février 2015

#Ulysse 1119


—Scald the teapot.


.
1er mars 2015

#Ulysse 1120


On the boil sure enough : a plume of steam from the spout.


.
2 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1121


He scalded and rinsed out the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the kettle then to let the water flow in.


.
3 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1122



.
4 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1123


While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed hungrily against him.


.
5 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1124


Give her too much meat she won’t mouse. Say they won’t eat pork. Kosher.


.
6 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1125



.
7 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1126



.
8 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1127


Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over.


.
9 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1128



.
10 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1129


The tea was drawn.


.
11 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1130



.
12 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1131


I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the letterbox for her.


.
13 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1132


He smiled, pouring.


.
14 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1133


O, Milly Bloom, you are my darling.
You are my lookingglass from night to morning.
I’d rather have you without a farthing
Than Katey Keogh with her ass and garden.


.
15 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1134


Poor old professor Goodwin. Dreadful old case. Still he was a courteous old chap.


.
16 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1135


Oldfashioned way he used to bow Molly off the platform. And the little mirror in his silk hat.


.
17 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1136


The night Milly brought it into the parlour. O, look what I found in professor Goodwin’s hat !


.
18 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1137


All we laughed. Sex breaking out even then. Pert little piece she was.


.
19 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1138


He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over : then fitted the teapot on the tray.


.
20 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1139


Its hump bumped as he took it up.


.
21 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1140


Everything on it ? Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes.


.
22 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1141


He carried it upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.


.
23 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1142


Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on the chair by the bedhead.


.
24 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1143



.
25 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1144


She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the pillow.


.
26 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1145


He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat’s udder.


.
27 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1146


The warmth of her couched body rose on the air, mingling with the fragrance of the tea she poured.


.
28 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1147



.
29 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1148


Bold hand. Marion.
— O, Boylan, she said. He’s bringing the programme.


.
30 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1149


—What are you singing ?


.
31 mars 2015

#Ulysse 1150


—La ci darem with J. C. Doyle, she said, and Love’s Old Sweet Song.


.
1er avril 2015

#Ulysse 1151


Her full lips, drinking, smiled. Rather stale smell that incense leaves next day. Like foul flowerwater.


.
2 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1152


—Would you like the window open a little ?


.
3 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1153


She doubled a slice of bread into her mouth, asking :
— What time is the funeral ?


.
4 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1154


—Eleven, I think, he answered. I didn’t see the paper.


.
5 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1155


Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled drawers from the bed. No ? Then, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking : rumpled, shiny sole.


.
6 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1156


—No : that book.
Other stocking. Her petticoat.


.
7 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1157


—It must have fell down, she said.


.
8 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1158


He felt here and there. Voglio e non vorrei. Wonder if she pronounces that right : voglio.


.
9 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1159


Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and lifted the valance. The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the orangekeyed chamberpot.


.
10 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1160


—Show here, she said. I put a mark in it. There’s a word I wanted to ask you.


.
11 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1161


She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle and, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket, began to search the text with the hairpin till she reached the word.


.
12 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1162


—Met him what ? he asked.


.
13 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1163


—Here, she said. What does that mean ?


.
14 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1164


He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.
— Metempsychosis ?


.
15 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1165


—Yes. Who’s he when he’s at home ?


.
16 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1166


—Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It’s Greek : from the Greek. That means the transmigration of souls.


.
17 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1167


—O, rocks ! she said. Tell us in plain words.


.
18 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1168


He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. The same young eyes.


.
19 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1169


The first night after the charades. Dolphin’s Barn.


.
20 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1170


He turned over the smudged pages. Ruby : the Pride of the Ring. Hello. Illustration. Fierce Italian with carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of the on the floor naked. Sheet kindly lent.


.
21 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1171


The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him with an oath.


.
22 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1172


Cruelty behind it all. Doped animals. Trapeze at Hengler’s. Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck and we’ll break our sides.


.
23 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1173



.
24 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1174


—Did you finish it ? he asked.


.
25 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1175


—Yes, she said. There’s nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the first fellow all the time ?


.
26 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1176


—Never read it. Do you want another ?


.
27 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1177


—Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock’s. Nice name he has.


.
28 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1178


She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways.


.
29 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1179


Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they’ll write to Kearney, my guarantor. Reincarnation : that’s the word.


.
30 avril 2015

#Ulysse 1180


—Some people believe, he said, that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That we all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet. They say we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past lives.


.
1er mai 2015

#Ulysse 1181


The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Bette remind her of the word : metempsychosis. An example would be better. An example ?


.
2 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1182



.
3 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1183


Tea before you put milk in.


.
4 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1184


Not unlike her with her hair down : slimmer.


.
5 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1185


Three and six I gave for the frame. She said it would look nice over the bed.


.
6 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1186



.
7 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1187


He turned the pages back.


.
8 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1188


—Metempsychosis, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it. They used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for instance. What they called nymphs, for example.


.
9 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1189


Her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar. She gazed straight before her, inhaling through her arched nostrils.


.
10 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1190


—There’s a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire ?


.
11 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1191


—The kidney ! he cried suddenly.


.
12 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1192


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 flurried stork’s legs.


.
13 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1193


Pungent smoke shot up in an angry jet from a side of the pan.


.
14 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1194


By prodding a prong of the fork under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back. Only a little burnt.


.
15 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1195


He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it.


.
16 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1196


Cup of tea now.


.
17 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1197


He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat.


.
18 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1198


Then he put a forkful into his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. Done to a turn.


.
19 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1199


A mouthful of tea.


.
20 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1200


Then he cut away dies of bread, sopped one in the gravy and put it in his mouth.


.
21 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1201



.
22 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1202


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.


.
23 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1203


Dearest Papli
Thanks ever so much for the lovely birthday present. It suits me splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in my new tam. I got mummy’s Iovely box of creams and am writing. They are lovely. I am getting on swimming in the photo business now. Mr Coghlan 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 lough Owel 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 Greville Arms on Saturday. There is a young student comes here some evenings named Bannon his cousins or something are big swells and he sings Boylan’s (I was on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan’s) song about those seaside girls. Tell him silly Milly sends my best respects. I must now close with fondest love
Your fond daughter, MILLY.
P. S. Excuse bad writing am in hurry. Byby. M.


.
24 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1204


Fifteen yesterday. Curious, fifteenth of the month too. Her first birthday away from home. Separation.


.
25 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1205


Remember the summer morning she was born, running to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. Jolly old woman. Lot of babies she must have helped into the world.


.
26 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1206


She knew from the first poor little Rudy wouldn’t live. Well, God is good, sir. She knew at once. He would be eleven now if he had lived.


.
27 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1207


His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. Excuse bad writing. Hurry. Piano downstairs.


.
28 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1208


Coming out of her shell.


.
29 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1209


Row with her in the XL Cafe about the bracelet. Wouldn’t eat her cakes or speak or look. Saucebox.


.
30 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1210


He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney.


.
31 mai 2015

#Ulysse 1211


Twelve and six a week. Not much. Still, she might do worse. Music hall stage. Young student.


.
1er juin 2015

#Ulysse 1212


He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal. Then he read the letter again : twice.


.
2 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1213



.
3 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1214


Vain : very.


.
4 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1215


He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window.


.
5 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1216


Day I caught her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little. Was given milk too long.


.
6 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1217


On the ERIN’S KING that day round the Kish. Damned old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky.


.
7 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1218



.
8 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1219


Seaside girls. Torn envelope. Hands stuck in his trousers’ pockets, jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family. Swurls, he says. Pier with lamps, summer evening, band,

Those girls, those girls,
Those lovely seaside girls.


.
9 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1220


Milly too. Young kisses : the first. Far away now past. Mrs Marion. Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling, braiding.


.
10 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1221


A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. Will happen, yes. Prevent. Useless : can’t move. Girl’s sweet light lips. Will happen too. He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move now. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. Full gluey woman’s lips.


.
11 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1222


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 M’Coy.


.
12 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1223


The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the meatstained paper, nosed at it and stalked to the door.


.
13 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1224


She looked back at him, mewing. Wants to go out.


.
14 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1225


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.


.
15 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1226



.
16 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1227


He stood up, undoing the waistband of his trousers.


.
17 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1228


The cat mewed to him.
— Miaow ! he said in answer. Wait till I’m ready.


.
18 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1229


Heaviness : hot day coming. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the landing.


.
19 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1230


A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I’m.


.
20 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1231


In the tabledrawer he found an old number of Titbits. He folded it under his armpit, went to the door and opened it.


.
21 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1232


The cat went up in soft bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs, curl up in a ball on the bed.


.
22 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1233


Listening, he heard her voice :
— Come, come, pussy. Come.


.
23 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1234


He went out through the backdoor 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.


.
24 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1235


He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall.


.
25 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1236


Make a summerhouse here. Scarlet runners. Virginia creepers.


.
26 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1237


Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur.


.
27 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1238


All soil like that without dung. Household slops. Loam, what is this that is ?


.
28 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1239



.
29 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1240


Best of all though are the cattle, especially when they are fed on those oilcakes.


.
30 juin 2015

#Ulysse 1241


Mulch of dung. Best thing to clean ladies’ kid gloves. Dirty cleans. Ashes too.


.
1er juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1242


Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in that corner there. Lettuce. Always have fresh greens then. Still gardens have their drawbacks. That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday.


.
2 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1243


He walked on.


.
3 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1244


Where is my hat, by the way ? Must have put it back on the peg. Or hanging up on the floor.


.
4 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1245


Funny I don’t remember that. Hallstand too full. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Picking up the letters. Drago’s shopbell ringing.


.
5 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1246


Queer I was just thinking that moment. Brown brillantined hair over his collar. Just had a wash and brushup.


.
6 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1247


Wonder have I time for a bath this morning. Tara street. Chap in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they say. O’Brien.


.
7 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1248


Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Agendath what is it ? Now, my miss. Enthusiast.


.
8 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1249


He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes.


.
9 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1250


Better be careful not to get these trousers dirty for the funeral.


.
10 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1251


He went in, bowing his head under the low lintel.


.
11 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1252


Leaving the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces.


.
12 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1253


Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the nextdoor windows. The king was in his countinghouse. Nobody.


.
13 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1254


Asquat on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over on his bared knees. Something new and easy. No great hurry. Keep it a bit.


.
14 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1255


Our prize titbit : Matcham’s Masterstroke. Written by Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers’ Club, London.


.
15 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1256


Payment at the rate of one guinea a column has been made to the writer. Three and a half. Three pounds three. Three pounds, thirteen and six.


.
16 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1257


Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding but resisting, began the second.


.
17 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1258


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.


.
18 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1259


Hope it’s not too big bring on piles again. No, just right. So.


.
19 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1260


Ah ! Costive. One tabloid of cascara sagrada. Life might be so.


.
20 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1261


It did not move or touch him but it was something quick and neat.


.
21 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1262


Print anything now. Silly season.


.
22 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1263


He read on, seated calm above his own rising smell. Neat certainly. Matcham often thinks of the masterstroke by which he won the laughing witch who now.


.
23 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1264


Begins and ends morally. Hand in hand. Smart.


.
24 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1265


He glanced back through what he had read and, while feeling his water flow quietly, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.


.
25 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1266


Might manage a sketch. By Mr and Mrs L. M. Bloom. Invent a story for some proverb. Which ?


.
26 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1267


Time I used to try jotting down on my cuff what she said dressing. Dislike dressing together. Nicked myself shaving.


.
27 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1268


Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her skirt. Timing her. 9.l5. Did Roberts pay you yet ? 9.20. What had Gretta Conroy on ? 9.23. What possessed me to buy this comb ? 9.24. I’m swelled after that cabbage.


.
28 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1269


A speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot : rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf.


.
29 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1270


Morning after the bazaar dance when May’s band played Ponchielli’s dance of the hours.


.
30 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1271


Explain that : morning hours, noon, then evening coming on, then night hours.


.
31 juillet 2015

#Ulysse 1272


Washing her teeth. That was the first night. Her head dancing. Her fansticks clicking.


.
1er août 2015

#Ulysse 1273


Is that Boylan well off ?


.
2 août 2015

#Ulysse 1274


He has money. Why ?


.
3 août 2015

#Ulysse 1275


I noticed he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing.


.
4 août 2015

#Ulysse 1276


No use humming then. Allude to it.


.
5 août 2015

#Ulysse 1277


Strange kind of music that last night.


.
6 août 2015

#Ulysse 1278


The mirror was in shadow. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub. Peering into it. Lines in her eyes. It wouldn’t pan out somehow.


.
7 août 2015

#Ulysse 1279


Evening hours, girls in grey gauze. Night hours then : black with daggers and eyemasks. Poetical idea : pink, then golden, then grey, then black. Still, true to life also. Day : then the night.


.
8 août 2015

#Ulysse 1280


He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it.


.
9 août 2015

#Ulysse 1281



.
10 août 2015

#Ulysse 1282


He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom into the air.


.
11 août 2015

#Ulysse 1283


In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he eyed carefully his black trousers : the ends, the knees, the houghs of the knees. What time is the funeral ? Better find out in the paper.


.
12 août 2015

#Ulysse 1284


A creak and a dark whirr in the air high up. The bells of George’s church. They tolled the hour : loud dark iron.

Heigho ! Heigho !
Heigho ! Heigho !
Heigho ! Heigho !


.
13 août 2015

#Ulysse 1285


Quarter to. There again : the overtone following through the air, third.


.
14 août 2015

#Ulysse 1286


Poor Dignam !


.
15 août 2015

#Ulysse 1287


By lorries along sir John Rogerson’s quay Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask’s the linseed crusher, the postal telegraph office.


.
16 août 2015

#Ulysse 1288


He turned from the morning noises of the quayside and walked through Lime street.


.
17 août 2015

#Ulysse 1289



.
18 août 2015

#Ulysse 1290


A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop.


.
19 août 2015

#Ulysse 1291


Tell him if he smokes he won’t grow. O let him ! His life isn’t such a bed of roses. Waiting outside pubs to bring da home. Come home to ma, da.


.
20 août 2015

#Ulysse 1292


Slack hour : won’t be many there.


.
21 août 2015

#Ulysse 1293


He crossed Townsend street, passed the frowning face of Bethel. El, yes : house of : Aleph, Beth.


.
22 août 2015

#Ulysse 1294


And past Nichols’ the undertaker. At eleven it is. Time enough.


.
23 août 2015

#Ulysse 1295


Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the 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.


.
24 août 2015

#Ulysse 1296


Her name and address she then told with my tooraloom tooraloom tay.


.
25 août 2015

#Ulysse 1297


O, surely he bagged it. Bury him cheap in a whatyoumaycall. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom.


.
26 août 2015

#Ulysse 1298



.
27 août 2015

#Ulysse 1299


Tea. Must get some from Tom Kernan. Couldn’t ask him at a funeral, though.


.
28 août 2015

#Ulysse 1300


While his eyes still read blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Very warm morning.


.
29 août 2015

#Ulysse 1301



.
30 août 2015

#Ulysse 1302


His right hand came down into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket.


.
31 août 2015

#Ulysse 1303



.
1er septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1304


His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow
and hair.


.
2 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1305


Then he put on his hat again, relieved : and read again : choice blend, made of the finest Ceylon brands. The far east.


.
3 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1306


Lovely spot it must be : the garden of the world, big lazy leaves to float about on, cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. Wonder is it like that.


.
4 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1307


Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the sun in dolce far niente, not doing a hand’s turn all day. Sleep six months out of twelve. Too hot to quarrel. Influence of the climate. Lethargy. Flowers of idleness. The air feeds most. Azotes. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Sensitive plants. Waterlilies. Petals too tired to. Sleeping sickness in the air. Walk on roseleaves. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel.


.
5 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1308


Where was the chap I saw in that picture somewhere ?


.
6 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1309


Ah yes, in the dead sea floating on his back, reading a book with a parasol open.


.
7 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1310


Couldn’t sink if you tried : so thick with salt.


.
8 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1311


Because the weight of the water, no, the weight of the body in the water is equal to the weight of the what ? Or is it the volume is equal to the weight ? It’s a law something like that.


.
9 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1312


Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. The college curriculum. Cracking curriculum.


.
10 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1313


What is weight really when you say the weight ? Thirtytwo 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.


.
11 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1314


He turned away and sauntered across the road.


.
12 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1315



.
13 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1316


As he walked he took the folded Freeman from his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a baton and tapped it at each sauntering step against his trouserleg.


.
14 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1317


Careless air : just drop in to see. Per second per second. Per second for every second it means.


.
15 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1318


From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the door of the postoffice. Too late box. Post here. No-one. In.


.
16 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1319


He handed the card through the brass grill.
— Are there any letters for me ? he asked.


.
17 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1320


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 freshprinted rag paper. No answer probably. Went too far last time.


.
18 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1321


The postmistress handed him back through the grill his card with a letter.


.
19 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1322


He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope. Henry Flower Esq, c/o P. O. Westland Row, City.


.
20 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1323


Answered anyhow.


.
21 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1324


He slipped card and letter into his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade.


.
22 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1325


Where’s old Tweedy’s regiment ? Castoff soldier. There : bearskin cap and hackle plume. No, he’s a grenadier. Pointed cuffs. There he is : royal Dublin fusiliers. Redcoats. Too showy.


.
23 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1326


That must be why the women go after them. Uniform. Easier to enlist and drill.


.
24 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1327


Maud Gonne’s letter about taking them off O’Connell street at night : disgrace to our Irish capital.


.
25 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1328


Griffith’s paper is on the same tack now : an army rotten with venereal disease : overseas or halfseasover empire.


.
26 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1329



.
27 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1330


He strolled out of the postoffice and turned to the right.


.
28 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1331


Talk : as if that would mend matters.


.
29 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1332


His hand went into his pocket and a forefinger felt its way under the flap of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks.


.
30 septembre 2015

#Ulysse 1333



.
1er octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1334


His fingers drew forth the letter the letter and crumpled the envelope in his pocket. Something pinned on : photo perhaps. Hair ? No.


.
2 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1335


M’Coy. Get rid of him quickly. Take me out of my way. Hate company when you.
— Hello, Bloom. Where are you off to ?


.
3 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1336


—Hello, M’Coy. Nowhere in particular.


.
4 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1337


—How’s the body ?


.
5 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1338


—Fine. How are you ?


.
6 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1339


—Just keeping alive, M’Coy said.


.
7 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1340


His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect :
— Is there any… no trouble I hope ? I see you’re…


.
8 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1341


—O, no, Mr Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.


.
9 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1342


—To be sure, poor fellow. So it is. What time ?


.
10 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1343


A photo it isn’t. A badge maybe.


.
11 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1344


—E… eleven, Mr Bloom answered.


.
12 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1345


—I must try to get out there, M’Coy said. Eleven, is it ? I only heard it last night. Who was telling me ? Holohan. You know Hoppy ?


.
13 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1346


—I know.


.
14 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1347


Mr Bloom gazed across the road at the outsider drawn up before the door of the Grosvenor.


.
15 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1348


The porter hoisted the valise up on the well.


.
16 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1349


She stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her, searched his pockets for change.


.
17 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1350


Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a day like this, looks like blanketcloth.


.
18 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1351


Careless stand of her with her hands in those patch pockets.


.
19 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1352


Like that haughty creature at the polo match.


.
20 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1353


Women all for caste till you touch the spot. Handsome is and handsome does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. Possess her once take the starch out of her.


.
21 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1354


—I was with Bob Doran, he’s on one of his periodical bends, and what do you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway’s we were.


.
22 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1355


Doran Lyons in Conway’s.


.
23 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1356


She raised a gloved hand to her hair.


.
24 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1357


In came Hoppy. Having a wet. Drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the braided drums.


.
25 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1358


Drawing back his head and gazing far from beneath his vailed eyelids he saw the bright fawn skin shine in the glare, the braided drums.


.
26 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1359


Clearly I can see today. Moisture about gives long sight perhaps. Talking of one thing or another. Lady’s hand. Which side will she get up ?


.
27 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1360



.
28 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1361


Off to the country : Broadstone probably. High brown boots with laces dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that change for ? Sees me looking. Eye out for other fellow always. Good fallback. Two strings to her bow.


.
29 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1362


—Why ? I said. What’s wrong with him ? I said.


.
30 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1363


Proud : rich : silk stockings.


.
31 octobre 2015

#Ulysse 1364


—Yes, Mr Bloom said.


.
1er novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1365


He moved a little to the side of M’Coy’s talking head. Getting up in a minute.


.
2 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1366


—What’s wrong with him ? He said. He’s dead, he said. And, faith, he filled up. Is it Paddy Dignam ? 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.


.
3 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1367


Watch ! Watch ! Silk flash rich stockings white. Watch !


.
4 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1368



.
5 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1369


Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment.


.
6 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1370


Girl in Eustace street hallway Monday was it settling her garter. Her friend covering the
display of esprit de corps. Well, what are you gaping at ?


.
7 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1371



.
8 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1372


—One of the best, M’Coy said.


.
9 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1373


The tram passed.


.
10 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1374



.
11 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1375


—Wife well, I suppose ? M’Coy’s changed voice said.


.
12 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1376


—O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks.


.
13 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1377



.
14 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1378


—My missus has just got an engagement. At least it’s not settled yet.


.
15 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1379


Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I’m off that, thanks.


.
16 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1380


Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.
— My wife too, he said. She’s going to sing at a swagger affair in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on the twenty-fifth.


.
18 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1381


—That so ? M’Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who’s getting it up ?


.
20 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1382


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.


.
21 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1383


Dark lady and fair man. Letter. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of envelope.

Love’s
Old
Sweet
Song
Comes lo-ove’s old…


.
22 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1384


—It’s a kind of a tour, don’t you see, Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Sweeeet song. There’s a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.


.
23 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1385


M’Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
— O, well, he said. That’s good news.


.
24 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1386


He moved to go.


.
25 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1387


—Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.


.
26 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1388


—Yes, Mr Bloom said.


.
27 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1389


—Tell you what, M’Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral, will you ? I’d like to go but I mightn’t be able, you see. There’s a drowning case at Sandycove 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 ?


.
28 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1390


—I’ll do that, Mr Bloom said, moving to get off. That’ll be all right.


.
29 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1391


— Right, M’Coy said brightly. Thanks, old man. I’d go if I possibly could. Well, tolloll. Just C. P. M’Coy will do.


.
30 novembre 2015

#Ulysse 1392


—That will be done, Mr Bloom answered firmly.


.
1er décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1393


Didn’t catch me napping that wheeze. The quick touch. Soft mark. I’d like my job.


.
2 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1394


Valise I have a particular fancy for. Leather. Capped corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock.


.
3 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1395


Bob Cowley lent him his for the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it from that good day to this.


.
4 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1396


Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled.


.
5 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1397


My missus has just got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheeseparing nose. Nice enough in its way : for a little ballad. No guts in it.


.
6 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1398


You and me, don’t you know : in the same boat. Softsoaping.


.
7 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1399


Give you the needle that would. Can’t he hear the difference ? Think he’s that way inclined a bit. Against my grain somehow. Thought that Belfast would fetch him.


.
8 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1400


I hope that smallpox up there doesn’t get worse. Suppose she wouldn’t let herself be vaccinated again. Your wife and my wife.


.
9 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1401


Wonder is he pimping after me ?


.
10 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1402


Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the multicoloured hoardings.


.
11 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1403


Cantrell and Cochrane’s Ginger Ale (Aromatic). Clery’s Summer Sale. No, he’s going on straight.


.
12 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1404


Hello. Leah tonight. Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Like to see her again in that.


.
13 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1405


Hamlet she played last night. Male impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia committed suicide.


.
14 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1406


Poor papa ! How he used to talk of Kate Bateman in that.


.
15 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1407


Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the afternoon to get in.


.
16 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1408


Year before I was born that was : sixtyfive.


.
17 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1409


And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the right name is ? By Mosenthal it is. Rachel, is it ?


.
18 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1410


No. The scene he was always talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice and puts his fingers on his face.


.
19 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1411


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.


.
20 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1412


Every word is so deep, Leopold.


.
21 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1413


Poor papa ! Poor man !


.
22 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1414


I’m glad I didn’t go into the room to look at his face. That day !


.
23 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1415



.
24 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1416


Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the hazard.


.
25 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1417


No use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I hadn’t met that M’Coy fellow.


.
26 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1418


He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing teeth.


.
27 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1419


Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet oaten reek of horsepiss. Their Eldorado. Poor jugginses !


.
28 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1420


Damn all they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. Too full for words.


.
29 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1421


Still they get their feed all right and their doss.


.
30 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1422


Gelded too : a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches.


.
31 décembre 2015

#Ulysse 1423


Might be happy all the same that way. Good poor brutes they look. Still their neigh can be very irritating.


.
1er janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1424


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.


.
2 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1425


He passed the cabman’s shelter. Curious the life of drifting cabbies. All weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. Voglio e non.


.
3 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1426


Like to give them an odd cigarette. Sociable. Shout a few flying syllables as they pass. He hummed :

La ci darem la mano
La la lala la la.


.
4 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1427


He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in the lee of the station wall.


.
5 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1428



.
6 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1429


With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Not a sinner.


.
7 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1430


Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a cunnythumb.


.
8 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1431


A wise tabby, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. Pity to disturb them.


.
9 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1432



.
10 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1433


And once I played marbles when I went to that old dame’s school. She liked mignonette. Mrs Ellis’s. And Mr ?


.
11 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1434



.
12 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1435


A flower. I think it’s a. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Not annoyed then ? What does she say ?


.
13 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1436


Dear Henry
I got your last letter to me and thank you very much for it. I am sorry you did not like my last letter.


.
14 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1437


Why did you enclose the stamps ? I am awfully angry with you. I do wish I could punish you for that.


.
15 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1438


I called you naughty boy because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is the real meaning of that word ? Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy ?


.
16 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1439


I do wish I could do something for you. Please tell me what you think of poor me.


.
17 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1440


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.


.
18 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1441


I have never felt myself so much drawn to a man as you. I feel so bad about.


.
19 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1442


Please write me a long letter and tell me more. Remember if you do not I will punish you.


.
20 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1443


So now you know what I will do to you, you naughty boy, if you do not wrote.


.
21 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1444


O how I long to meet you.


.
22 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1445


Henry dear, do not deny my request before my patience are exhausted. Then I will tell you all.


.
23 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1446


Goodbye now, naughty darling, I have such a bad headache. today. and write by return to your longing
Martha


.
24 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1447


P. S. Do tell me what kind of perfume does your wife use. I want to know.


.
25 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1448


He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in his heart pocket.


.
26 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1449


Language of flowers. They like it because no-one can hear. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down.


.
27 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1450


Then walking slowly forward he read the letter again, murmuring here and there a word.


.
28 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1451


Angry tulips with you darling manflower punish your cactus iif you don’t please poor forgetmenot how I long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha’s perfume.


.
29 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1452


Having read it all he took it from the newspaper and put it back in his sidepocket.


.
30 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1453


Weak joy opened his lips. Changed since the first letter. Wonder did she wrote it herself.


.
31 janvier 2016

#Ulysse 1454


Doing the indignant : a girl of good family like me, respectable character. Could meet one Sunday after the rosary. Thank you : not having any.


.
1er février 2016

#Ulysse 1455


Usual love scrimmage. Then running round corners. Bad as a row with Molly.


.
2 février 2016

#Ulysse 1456


Cigar has a cooling effect. Narcotic.


.
3 février 2016

#Ulysse 1457


Go further next time.


.
4 février 2016

#Ulysse 1458


Naughty boy : punish : afraid of words, of course. Brutal, why not ? Try it anyhow. A bit at a time.


.
5 février 2016

#Ulysse 1459


Fingering still the letter in his pocket he drew the pin out of it. Common pin, eh ? He threw it on the road.


.
6 février 2016

#Ulysse 1460


Out of her clothes somewhere : pinned together. Queer the number of pins they always have. No roses without thorns.


.
7 février 2016

#Ulysse 1461


Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head. Those two sluts that night in the Coombe, linked together in the rain.

O, Mary lost the pin of her drawers.
She didn’t know what to do
To keep it up
To keep it up.


.
8 février 2016

#Ulysse 1462


It ? Them.


.
9 février 2016

#Ulysse 1463


Such a bad headache. Has her roses probably. Or sitting all day typing. Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. What perfume does your wife use. Now could you make out a thing like that ?


.
10 février 2016

#Ulysse 1464


To keep it up.


.
11 février 2016

#Ulysse 1465


Martha, Mary. I saw that picture somewhere I forget now old master or faked for money. He is sitting in their house, talking. Mysterious. Also the two sluts in the Coombe would listen.


.
12 février 2016

#Ulysse 1466


To keep it up.


.
13 février 2016

#Ulysse 1467


Nice kind of evening feeling. No more wandering about. Just loll there : quiet dusk : let everything rip. Forget. Tell about places you have been, strange customs.


.
14 février 2016

#Ulysse 1468


The other one, jar on her head, was getting the supper : fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of a well, stonecold like the hole in the wall at Ashtown. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to the trottingmatches.


.
15 février 2016

#Ulysse 1469



.
16 février 2016

#Ulysse 1470



.
17 février 2016

#Ulysse 1471


Henry Flower. You could tear up a cheque for a hundred pounds in the same way. Simple bit of paper.


.
18 février 2016

#Ulysse 1472


Lord Iveagh once cashed a sevenfigure cheque for a million in the bank of Ireland. Shows you the money to be made out of porter.


.
19 février 2016

#Ulysse 1473


Still the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change his shirt four times a day, they say. Skin breeds lice or vermin.


.
20 février 2016

#Ulysse 1474


A million pounds, wait a moment.


.
21 février 2016

#Ulysse 1475


Twopence a pint, fourpence a quart, eightpence a gallon of porter, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. One and four into twenty : fifteen about. Yes, exactly. Fifteen millions of barrels of porter.


.
22 février 2016

#Ulysse 1476


What am I saying barrels ? Gallons. About a million barrels all the same.


.
23 février 2016

#Ulysse 1477


An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, coach after coach. Barrels bumped in his head : dull porter slopped and churned inside.


.
24 février 2016

#Ulysse 1478


The bungholes sprang open and a huge dull flood leaked out, flowing together, winding through mudflats all over the level land, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth.


.
25 février 2016

#Ulysse 1479


He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows.


.
26 février 2016

#Ulysse 1480


Stepping into the porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again behind the leather headband.


.
27 février 2016

#Ulysse 1481


Damn it. I might have tried to work M’Coy for a pass to Mullingar.


.
28 février 2016

#Ulysse 1482


Same notice on the door. Sermon by the very reverend John Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the African Mission. Prayers for the conversion of Gladstone they had too when he was almost unconscious. The protestants are the same.


.
29 février 2016

#Ulysse 1483


Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the true religion. Save China’s millions. Wonder how they explain it to the heathen Chinee.


.
1er mars 2016

#Ulysse 1484


Wonder how they explain it to the heathen Chinee. Prefer an ounce of opium. Celestials. Rank heresy for them.


.
2 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1485


Buddha their god lying on his side in the museum. Taking it easy with hand under his cheek. Josssticks burning. Not like Ecce Homo. Crown of thorns and cross.


.
3 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1486


Clever idea Saint Patrick the shamrock. Chopsticks ? Conmee : Martin Cunningham knows him : distinguishedlooking.


.
4 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1487


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.


.
5 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1488


He’s not going out in bluey specs with the sweat rolling off him to baptise blacks, is he ?


.
6 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1489


The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Like to see them sitting round in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. Still life. Lap it up like milk, I suppose.


.
7 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1490


The cold smell of sacred stone called him. He trod the worn steps, pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the rere.


.
8 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1491


Something going on : some sodality.


.
9 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1492


Pity so empty.


.
10 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1493


Nice discreet place to be next some girl. Who is my neighbour ? Jammed by the hour to slow music. That woman at midnight mass. Seventh heaven.


.
11 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1494


Women knelt in the benches with crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed. A batch knelt at the altarrails.


.
12 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1495


The priest went along by them, murmuring, holding the thing in his hands.


.
13 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1496


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.


.
14 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1497


Then the next one. Her hat sank at once.


.
15 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1498


Then the next one : a small old woman. The priest bent down to put it into her mouth, murmuring all the time. Latin.


.
16 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1499


The next one. Shut your eyes and open your mouth. What ? Corpus : body. Corpse.


.
17 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1500


Good idea the Latin. Stupefies them first. Hospice for the dying.


.
18 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1501



.
19 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1502


Rum idea : eating bits of a corpse. Why the cannibals cotton to it.


.
20 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1503


He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle, one by one, and seek their places.


.
21 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1504


He approached a bench and seated himself in its corner, nursing his hat and newspaper.


.
22 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1505


These pots we have to wear. We ought to have hats modelled on our heads.


.
23 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1506


They were about him here and there, with heads still bowed in their crimson halters, waiting for it to melt in their stomachs.


.
24 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1507


Something like those mazzoth : it’s that sort of bread : unleavened shewbread. Look at them.


.
25 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1508


Now I bet it makes them feel happy. Lollipop. It does.


.
26 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1509


Yes, bread of angels it’s called.


.
27 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1510


There’s a big idea behind it, kind of kingdom of God is within you feel.


.
28 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1511


First communicants. Hokypoky penny a lump.


.
29 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1512


Then feel all like one family party, same in the theatre, all in the same swim. They do. I’m sure of that.


.
30 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1513


Not so lonely. In our confraternity. Then come out a bit spreeish. Let off steam.


.
31 mars 2016

#Ulysse 1514


Thing is if you really believe in it. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding.


.
1er avril 2016

#Ulysse 1515


Old fellow asleep near that confessionbox. Hence those snores. Blind faith. Safe in the arms of kingdom come. Lulls all pain. Wake this time next year.


.
2 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1516


He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel an instant before it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace affair he had on.


.
3 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1517


Suppose he lost the pin of his. He wouldn’t know what to do to.


.
4 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1518



.
5 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1519


Letters on his back : I.N.R.I ? No : I.H.S.


.
6 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1520


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.


.
7 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1521


Meet one Sunday after the rosary. Do not deny my request. Turn up with a veil and black bag. Dusk and the light behind her.


.
8 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1522


She might be here with a ribbon round her neck and do the other thing all the same on the sly. Their character.


.
9 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1523


That fellow that turned queen’s evidence on the invincibles he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the communion every morning. This very church.


.
10 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1524


Peter Carey, yes. No, Peter Claver I am thinking of. Denis Carey.


.
11 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1525


And just imagine that. Wife and six children at home. And plotting that murder all the time.


.
12 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1526


Those crawthumpers, now that’s a good name for them, there’s always something shiftylooking about them.


.
13 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1527


They’re not straight men of business either.


.
14 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1528


O, no, she’s not here : the flower : no, no. By the way, did I tear up that envelope ? Yes : under the bridge.


.
15 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1529


By the way, did I tear up that envelope ? Yes : under the bridge.


.
16 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1530


The priest was rinsing out the chalice : then he tossed off the dregs smartly. Wine.


.
17 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1531


Makes it more aristocratic than for example if he drank what they are used to Guinness’s porter or some temperance beverage Wheatley’s Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell and Cochrane’s ginger ale (aromatic).


.
18 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1532


Doesn’t give them any of it : shew wine : only the other. Cold comfort.


.
19 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1533


Pious fraud but quite right : otherwise they’d have one old booser worse than another coming along, cadging for a drink.


.
20 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1534


Queer the whole atmosphere of the. Quite right. Perfectly right that is.


.
21 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1535


Mr Bloom looked back towards the choir. Not going to be any music. Pity.


.
22 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1536


Who has the organ here I wonder ?


.
23 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1537


Old Glynn he knew how to make that instrument talk, the vibrato : fifty pounds a year they say he had in Gardiner street.


.
24 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1538


Molly was in fine voice that day, the Stabat Mater of Rossini.


.
25 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1539


Father Bernard Vaughan’s sermon first.


.
26 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1540


Christ or Pilate ? Christ, but don’t keep us all night over it. Music they wanted.


.
27 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1541


Footdrill stopped. Could hear a pin drop.


.
28 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1542


I told her to pitch her voice against that corner.


.
29 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1543


I could feel the thrill in the air, the full, the people looking up :
Quis est homo.


.
30 avril 2016

#Ulysse 1544


Some of that old sacred music splendid.Mercadante : seven last words. Mozart’s twelfth mass : Gloria in that.


.
1er mai 2016

#Ulysse 1545


Those old popes keen on music, on art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Palestrina for example too.


.
2 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1546


They had a gay old time while it lasted.


.
3 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1547


Healthy too, chanting, regular hours, then brew liqueurs. Benedictine. Green Chartreuse.


.
4 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1548


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 basses. Connoisseurs.


.
5 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1549


Suppose they wouldn’t feel anything after. Kind of a placid. No worry. Fall into flesh, don’t they ? Gluttons, tall, long legs.


.
6 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1550


Who knows ? Eunuch. One way out of it.


.
7 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1551


He saw the priest bend down and kiss the altar and then face about and bless all the people.


.
8 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1552


All crossed themselves and stood up.


.
9 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1553


Mr Bloom glanced about him and then stood up, looking over the risen hats. Stand up at the gospel of course.


.
10 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1554


Then all settled down on their knees again and he sat back quietly in his bench.


.
11 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1555


The priest came down from the altar, holding the thing out from him, and he and the massboy answered each other in Latin.


.
12 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1556


Then the priest knelt down and began to read off a card :
— O God, our refuge and our strength…


.
13 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1557


Mr Bloom put his face forward to catch the words. English. Throw them the bone. I remember slightly. How long since your last mass ?


.
14 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1558


Glorious and immaculate virgin. Joseph, her spouse. Peter and Paul. More interesting if you understood what it was all about.


.
15 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1559


Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork.


.
16 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1560


Confession. Everyone wants to. Then I will tell you all. Penance. Punish me, please.


.
17 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1561


Great weapon in their hands. More than doctor or solicitor.


.
18 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1562


Woman dying to. And I schschschschschsch. And did you chachachachacha ? And why did you ? Look down at her ring to find an excuse.


.
19 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1563


Whispering gallery walls have ears. Husband learn to his surprise. God’s little joke. Then out she comes.


.
20 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1564


Repentance skindeep. Lovely shame. Pray at an altar. Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Flowers, incense, candles melting. Hide her blushes.


.
21 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1565


Salvation army blatant imitation. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. How I found the Lord.


.
22 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1566


Squareheaded chaps those must be in Rome : they work the whole show. And don’t they rake in the money too ?


.
23 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1567


Bequests also : to the P.P. 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.


.
24 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1568


The priest in that Fermanagh will case in the witnessbox. No browbeating him. He had his answer pat for everything.


.
25 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1569


Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The doctors of the church : they mapped out the whole theology of it.


.
26 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1570


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, O 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.


.
27 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1571


The priest and the massboy stood up and walked off. All over. The women remained behind : thanksgiving.


.
28 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1572


Better be shoving along. Brother Buzz. Come around with the plate perhaps. Pay your Easter duty.


.
29 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1573


He stood up. Hello.


.
30 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1574


Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all the time ? Women enjoy it. Never tell you. But we. Excuse, miss, there’s a (whh !) just a (whh !) fluff.


.
31 mai 2016

#Ulysse 1575


Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked. Glimpses of the moon. Annoyed if you don’t. Why didn’t you tell me before.


.
1er juin 2016

#Ulysse 1576


Still like you better untidy. Good job it wasn’t farther south.


.
2 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1577


He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle and out through the main door into the light.


.
3 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1578


He stood a moment unseeing by the cold black marble bowl while before him and behind two worshippers dipped furtive hands in the low tide of holy water.


.
4 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1579


Trams : a car of Prescott’s dyeworks : a widow in her weeds. Notice because I’m in mourning myself.


.
5 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1580


He covered himself.


.
6 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1581


How goes the time ? Quarter past. Time enough yet.


.
7 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1582


Better get that lotion made up. Where is this ? Ah yes, the last time. Sweny’s in Lincoln place.


.
8 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1583


Chemists rarely move. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir.


.
9 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1584


Hamilton Long’s, founded in the year of the flood. Huguenot churchyard near there. Visit some day.


.
10 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1585


He walked southward along Westland row. But the recipe is in the other trousers. O, and I forgot that latchkey too.


.
11 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1586


Bore this funeral affair.


.
12 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1587


O well, poor fellow, it’s not his fault.


.
13 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1588


When was it I got it made up last ? Wait. I changed a sovereign I remember.


.
14 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1589


First of the month it must have been or the second.


.
15 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1590



.
16 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1591


The chemist turned back page after page.


.
17 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1592


Sandy shrivelled smell he seems to have. Shrunken skull. And old.


.
18 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1593


Quest for the philosopher’s stone. The alchemists.


.
19 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1594


Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why ? Reaction. A lifetime in a night.


.
20 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1595


Gradually changes your character.


.
21 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1596


Living all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. All his alabaster lilypots. Mortar and pestle. Aq. Dist. Fol. Laur. Te Virid. Smell almost cure you like the dentist’s doorbell.


.
22 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1597


Doctor Whack. He ought to physic himself a bit. Electuary or emulsion.


.
23 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1598


The first fellow that picked an herb to cure himself had a bit of pluck.


.
24 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1599


Simples. Want to be careful. Enough stuff here to chloroform you.


.
25 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1600


Test : turns blue litmus paper red. Chloroform. Overdose of laudanum. Sleeping draughts. Lovephiltres. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough. Clogs the pores or the phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy where you least expect it. Clever of nature.


.
26 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1601


—About a fortnight ago, sir ?


.
27 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1602


—Yes, Mr Bloom said.


.
28 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1603


He waited by the counter, inhaling slowly the keen reek of drugs, the dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. Lot of time taken up telling your aches and pains.


.
29 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1604


—Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom said, and then orangeflower water…


.
30 juin 2016

#Ulysse 1605


It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax.


.
1er juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1606


—And white wax also, he said.


.
2 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1607


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.


.
3 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1608


Those homely recipes are often the best : strawberries for the teeth : nettles and rainwater : oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk. Skinfood.


.
4 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1609


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.


.
5 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1610


But you want a perfume too. What perfume does your ? Peau d’Espagne.


.
6 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1611


That orangeflower water is so fresh.


.
7 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1612


Nice smell these soaps have. Pure curd soap.


.
8 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1613


Time to get a bath round the corner. Hammam. Turkish. Massage. Dirt gets rolled up in your navel.


.
9 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1614


Nicer if a nice girl did it.


.
10 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1615


Also I think I. Yes I. Do it in the bath.


.
11 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1616


Curious longing I. Water to water. Combine business with pleasure.


.
12 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1617


Pity no time for massage. Feel fresh then all the day. Funeral be rather glum.


.
13 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1618


—Yes, sir, the chemist said. That was two and nine. Have you brought a bottle ?


.
14 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1619


—No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I’ll call later in the day and I’ll take one of these soaps. How much are they ?


.
15 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1620


—Fourpence, sir.


.
16 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1621


Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.
— I’ll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.


.
17 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1622


—Yes, sir, the chemist said. You can pay all together, sir, when you come back.


.
18 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1623


—Good, Mr Bloom said.


.
19 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1624


He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit, the coolwrappered soap in his left hand.


.
20 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1625


At his armpit Bantam Lyons’ voice and hand said :
— Hello, Bloom. What’s the best news ? Is that today’s ? Show us a minute.


.
21 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1626


Shaved off his moustache again, by Jove ! Long cold upper lip. To look younger. He does look balmy. Younger than I am.


.
22 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1627


Bantam Lyons’s yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. Wants a wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morning, have you used Pears’ soap ? Dandruff on his shoulders. Scalp wants oiling.


.
23 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1628


—I want to see about that French horse that’s running today, Bantam Lyons said. Where the bugger is it ?


.
24 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1629


He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar. Barber’s itch. Tight collar he’ll lose his hair. Better leave him the paper and get shut of him.


.
25 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1630


—You can keep it, Mr Bloom said.


.
26 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1631


—Ascot. Gold cup. Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered. Half a mo. Maximum the second.


.
27 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1632



.
28 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1633


Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly.
— What’s that ? his sharp voice said.


.
29 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1634


—I say you can keep it, Mr Bloom answered. I was going to throw it away that moment.


.
30 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1635


Bantam Lyons doubted an instant, leering : then thrust the outspread sheets back on Mr Bloom’s arms.
— I’ll risk it, he said. Here, thanks.


.
31 juillet 2016

#Ulysse 1636


He sped off towards Conway’s corner. God speed scut.


.
1er août 2016

#Ulysse 1637


Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap in it, smiling.


.
2 août 2016

#Ulysse 1638


Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of it lately. Messenger boys stealing to put on sixpence. Raffle for large tender turkey. Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. Keeps a hotel now. They never come back. Fleshpots of Egypt.


.
3 août 2016

#Ulysse 1639


He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see.


.
4 août 2016

#Ulysse 1640


He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park : cyclist 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.


.
5 août 2016

#Ulysse 1641


There’s Hornblower standing at the porter’s lodge. Keep him on hands : might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you do, Mr Hornblower ? How do you do, sir ?


.
6 août 2016

#Ulysse 1642


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.


.
7 août 2016

#Ulysse 1643


Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg.


.
8 août 2016

#Ulysse 1644


Donnybrook fair more in their line.


.
9 août 2016

#Ulysse 1645


And the skulls we were acracking when M’Carthy took the floor. Heatwave. Won’t last.


.
10 août 2016

#Ulysse 1646


Always passing, the stream of life, which in the stream of life we trace is dearer thaaan them all.


.
11 août 2016

#Ulysse 1647


Enjoy a bath now : clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle tepid stream. This is my body.


.
12 août 2016

#Ulysse 1648


He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved.


.
13 août 2016

#Ulysse 1649


He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow : his navel, bud of 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.


.
14 août 2016

#Ulysse 1650


Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking carriage and, entering deftly, seated himself.


.
15 août 2016

#Ulysse 1651


Mr Power stepped in after him, curving his height with care.


.
16 août 2016

#Ulysse 1652


—Come on, Simon.


.
17 août 2016

#Ulysse 1653


—After you, Mr Bloom said.


.
18 août 2016

#Ulysse 1654


Mr Dedalus covered himself quickly and got in, saying : Yes, yes.


.
19 août 2016

#Ulysse 1655


—Are we all here now ? Martin Cunningham asked. Come along, Bloom.


.
20 août 2016

#Ulysse 1656


Mr Bloom entered and sat in the vacant place.


.
21 août 2016

#Ulysse 1657


He pulled the door to after him and slammed it twice till it shut tight.


.
22 août 2016

#Ulysse 1658


He passed an arm through the armstrap and looked seriously from the open carriagewindow at the lowered blinds of the avenue. One dragged aside : an old woman peeping.


.
23 août 2016

#Ulysse 1659


Nose whiteflattened against the pane. Thanking her stars she was passed over. Extraordinary the interest they take in a corpse.


.
24 août 2016

#Ulysse 1660


Glad to see us go we give them such trouble coming. Job seems to suit them. Huggermugger in corners. Slop about in slipperslappers for fear he’d wake. Then getting it ready. Laying it out.


.
25 août 2016

#Ulysse 1661


Molly and Mrs Fleming making the bed. Pull it more to your side. Our windingsheet.


.
26 août 2016

#Ulysse 1662


Never know who will touch you dead. Wash and shampoo.


.
27 août 2016

#Ulysse 1663


I believe they clip the nails and the hair. Keep a bit in an envelope. Grows all the same after. Unclean job.


.
28 août 2016

#Ulysse 1664


All waited.


.
29 août 2016

#Ulysse 1665


Nothing was said.


.
30 août 2016

#Ulysse 1666


Stowing in the wreaths probably.


.
31 août 2016

#Ulysse 1667


I am sitting on something hard.


.
1er septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1668


Ah, that soap : in my hip pocket.


.
2 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1669


Better shift it out of that.


.
3 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1670


Wait for an opportunity.


.
4 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1671


All waited.


.
5 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1672


Then wheels were heard from in front, turning : then nearer : then horses’ hoofs. A jolt.


.
6 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1673


Their carriage began to move, creaking and swaying. Other hoofs and creaking wheels started behind.


.
7 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1674


The blinds of the avenue passed and number nine with its craped knocker, door ajar. At walking pace.


.
8 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1675


They waited still, their knees jogging, till they had turned and were passing along the tramtracks. Tritonville road. Quicker.


.
9 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1676


The wheels rattled rolling over the cobbled causeway and the crazy glasses shook rattling in the doorframes.


.
10 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1677


—What way is he taking us ? Mr Power asked through both windows.


.
11 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1678


—Irishtown, Martin Cunningham said. Ringsend. Brunswick street.


.
12 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1679


Mr Dedalus nodded, looking out.


.
13 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1680


—That’s a fine old custom, he said. I am glad to see it has not died out.
All watched awhile through their windows caps and hats lifted by passers. Respect.


.
14 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1681


The carriage swerved from the tramtrack to the smoother road past Watery lane. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, clad in mourning, a wide hat.


.
15 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1682


—There’s a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said.


.
16 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1683


—Who is that ?


.
17 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1684


—Your son and heir.


.
18 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1685


—Where is he ? Mr Dedalus said, stretching over across.


.
19 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1686


The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the tenement houses, lurched round the corner and, swerving back to the tramtrack, rolled on noisily with chattering wheels.


.
20 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1687


Mr Dedalus fell back, saying :
— Was that Mulligan cad with him ? His fidus Achates !


.
21 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1688


—No, Mr Bloom said. He was alone.


.
22 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1689


—Down with his aunt Sally, I suppose, Mr Dedalus said, the Goulding faction, the drunken little costdrawer and Crissie, papa’s little lump of dung, the wise child that knows her own father.


.
23 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1690


Mr Bloom smiled joylessly on Ringsend road. Wallace Bros : the bottleworks : Dodder bridge.


.
24 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1691


Richie Goulding and the legal bag. Goulding, Collis and Ward he calls the firm. His jokes are getting a bit damp.


.
25 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1692


Great card he was. Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a Sunday morning, the landlady’s two hats pinned on his head. Out on the rampage all night.


.
26 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1693


Beginning to tell on him now : that backache of his, I fear. Wife ironing his back. Thinks he’ll cure it with pills. All breadcrumbs they are. About six hundred per cent profit.


.
27 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1694


—He’s in with a lowdown crowd, Mr Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan is a contaminated bloody doubledyed ruffian by all accounts. His name stinks all over Dublin. But with the help of God and His blessed mother I’ll make it my business to write a letter one of those days to his mother or his aunt or whatever she is that will open her eye as wide as a gate. I’ll tickle his catastrophe, believe you me.


.
28 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1695


He cried above the clatter of the wheels :
— I won’t have her bastard of a nephew ruin my son. A counterjumper’s son. Selling tapes in my cousin, Peter Paul M’Swiney’s. Not likely.


.
29 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1696


He ceased.


.
30 septembre 2016

#Ulysse 1697


Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power’s mild face and Martin Cunningham’s eyes and beard, gravely shaking.


.
1er octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1698


Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to hand on.


.
2 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1699


If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit.


.
3 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1700


My son. Me in his eyes. Strange feeling it would be. From me. Just a chance.


.
4 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1701


Must have been that morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up.


.
5 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1702


She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a touch, Poldy. God, I’m dying for it. How life begins.


.
6 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1703


Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside her. I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent. Learn German too.


.
7 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1704


—Are we late ? Mr Power asked.


.
8 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1705


—Ten minutes, Martin Cunningham said, looking at his watch.


.
9 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1706


Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping Jupiter ! Ye gods and little fishes ! Still, she’s a dear girl. Soon be a woman. Mullingar. Dearest Papli. Young student. Yes, yes : a woman too. Life, life.


.
10 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1707


The carriage heeled over and back, their four trunks swaying.


.
11 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1708


—Corny might have given us a more commodious yoke, Mr Power said.


.
12 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1709


—He might, Mr Dedalus said, if he hadn’t that squint troubling him. Do you follow me ?
He closed his left eye.


.
13 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1710


Martin Cunningham began to brush away crustcrumbs from under his thighs.
— What is this, he said, in the name of God ? Crumbs ?


.
14 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1711


—Someone seems to have been making a picnic party here lately, Mr Power said.


.
15 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1712


All raised their thighs and eyed with disfavour the mildewed buttonless leather of the seats.


.
16 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1713


Mr Dedalus, twisting his nose, frowned downward and said :
— Unless I’m greatly mistaken. What do you think, Martin ?


.
17 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1714


—It struck me too, Martin Cunningham said.


.
18 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1715


Mr Bloom set his thigh down. Glad I took that bath. Feel my feet quite clean. But I wish Mrs Fleming had darned these socks better.


.
19 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1716


Mr Dedalus sighed resignedly.
— After all, he said, it’s the most natural thing in the world.


.
20 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1717


—Did Tom Kernan turn up ? Martin Cunningham asked, twirling the peak of his beard gently.


.
21 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1718


—Yes, Mr Bloom answered. He’s behind with Ned Lambert and Hynes.


.
22 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1719


—And Corny Kelleher himself ? Mr Power asked.


.
23 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1720


—At the cemetery, Martin Cunningham said.


.
24 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1721


—I met M’Coy this morning, Mr Bloom said. He said he’d try to come.


.
25 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1722


The carriage halted short.
— What’s wrong ?


.
26 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1723


—We’re stopped.


.
27 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1724


—Where are we ?


.
28 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1725


Mr Bloom put his head out of the window.
— The grand canal, he said.


.
29 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1726


Gasworks. Whooping cough they say it cures. Good job Milly never got it. Poor children ! Doubles them up black and blue in convulsions. Shame really. Got off lightly with illnesses compared. Only measles. Flaxseed tea. Scarlatina, influenza epidemics. Canvassing for death. Don’t miss this chance. Dogs’ home over there. Poor old Athos ! Be good to Athos, Leopold, is my last wish. Thy will be done. We obey them in the grave. A dying scrawl. He took it to heart, pined away. Quiet brute. Old men’s dogs usually are.


.
30 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1727


A raindrop spat on his hat.


.
31 octobre 2016

#Ulysse 1728


He drew back and saw an instant of shower spray dots over the grey flags. Apart. Curious. Like through a colander. I thought it would. My boots were creaking I remember now.


.
1er novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1729


—The weather is changing, he said quietly.


.
2 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1730


—A pity it did not keep up fine, Martin Cunningham said.


.
3 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1731


—Wanted for the country, Mr Power said. There’s the sun again coming out.


.
4 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1732


Mr Dedalus, peering through his glasses towards the veiled sun, hurled a mute curse at the sky.
— It’s as uncertain as a child’s bottom, he said.


.
5 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1733


—We’re off again.


.
6 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1734


The carriage turned again its stiff wheels and their trunks swayed gently.


.
7 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1735


Martin Cunningham twirled more quickly the peak of his beard.
— Tom Kernan was immense last night, he said. And Paddy Leonard taking him off to his face.


.
8 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1736


—O, draw him out, Martin, Mr Power said eagerly. Wait till you hear him, Simon, on Ben Dollard’s singing of The Croppy Boy.


.
9 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1737


—Immense, Martin Cunningham said pompously. His singing of that simple ballad, Martin, is the most trenchant rendering I ever heard in the whole course of my experience.


.
10 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1738


—Trenchant, Mr Power said laughing. He’s dead nuts on that. And the retrospective arrangement.


.
11 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1739


—Did you read Dan Dawson’s speech ? Martin Cunningham asked.


.
12 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1740


—I did not then, Mr Dedalus said. Where is it ?


.
13 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1741


—In the paper this morning.


.
14 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1742


Mr Bloom took the paper from his inside pocket. That book I must change for her.


.
15 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1743


—No, no, Mr Dedalus said quickly. Later on please.


.
16 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1744


Mr Bloom’s glance travelled down the edge of the paper, scanning the deaths : Callan, Coleman, Dignam, Fawcett, Lowry, Naumann, Peake, what Peake is that ? is it the chap was in Crosbie and Alleyne’s ? no, Sexton, Urbright.


.
17 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1745


Inked characters fast fading on the frayed breaking paper. Thanks to the Little Flower. Sadly missed. To the inexpressible grief of his. Aged 88 after a long and tedious illness. Month’s mind : Quinlan. On whose soul Sweet Jesus have mercy.


.
18 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1746


It is now a month since dear Henry fled
To his home up above in the sky
While his family weeps and mourns his loss
Hoping some day to meet him on high.


.
19 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1747


I tore up the envelope ? Yes. Where did I put her letter after I read it in the bath ? He patted his waistcoatpocket. There all right. Dear Henry fled. Before my patience are exhausted.


.
20 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1748


National school. Meade’s yard. The hazard. Only two there now. Nod- ding. Full as a tick. Too much bone in their skulls. The other trotting round with a fare. An hour ago I was passing there. The jarvies raised their hats.


.
21 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1749


A pointsman’s back straightened itself upright suddenly against a tramway standard by Mr Bloom’s window. Couldn’t they invent something automatic so that the wheel itself much handier ? Well but that fellow would lose his job then ? Well but then another fellow would get a job making the new invention ?


.
22 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1750


Antient concert rooms. Nothing on there. A man in a buff suit with a crape armlet. Not much grief there. Quarter mourning. People in law perhaps.


.
23 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1751


They went past the bleak pulpit of saint Mark’s, under the railway bridge, past the Queen’s theatre : in silence.


.
24 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1752


Hoardings : Eugene Stratton, Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Could I go to see LEAH tonight, I wonder. I said I. Or the Lily of Killarney ? Elster Grimes Opera Company. Big powerful change. Wet bright bills for next week. Fun on the Bristol. Martin Cun- ningham could work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a drink or two. As broad as it’s long.


.
25 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1753


He’s coming in the afternoon. Her songs.


.
26 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1754


Plasto’s. Sir Philip Crampton’s memorial fountain bust. Who was he ?


.
27 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1755


—How do you do ? Martin Cunningham said, raising his palm to his brow in salute.


.
28 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1756


—He doesn’t see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do ?


.
29 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1757


—Who ? Mr Dedalus asked.


.
30 novembre 2016

#Ulysse 1758


—Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.


.
1er décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1759


Just that moment I was thinking.


.
2 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1760


Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the white disc of a straw hat flashed reply : spruce figure : passed.


.
3 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1761


Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees ?


.
4 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1762


Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive.


.
5 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1763


They sometimes feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that.


.
6 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1764


My nails. I am just looking at them : well pared.


.
7 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1765


And after : thinking alone. Body getting a bit softy. I would notice that : from remembering.


.
8 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1766


What causes that ? I suppose the skin can’t contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off.


.
9 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1767


But the shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of the dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind.


.
10 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1768


He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces.


.
11 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1769


Mr Power asked :
— How is the concert tour getting on, Bloom ?


.
12 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1770


—O, very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It’s a good idea, you see...


.
13 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1771


—Are you going yourself ?


.
14 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1772


—Well no, Mr Bloom said. In point of fact I have to go down to the county Clare on some private business. You see the idea is to tour the chief towns. What you lose on one you can make up on the other.


.
15 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1773


—Quite so, Martin Cunningham said. Mary Anderson is up there now. Have you good artists ?


.
16 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1774


—Louis Werner is touring her, Mr Bloom said. O yes, we’ll have all topnobbers. J. C. Doyle and John MacCormack I hope and. The best, in fact.


.
17 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1775


—And Madame, Mr Power said smiling. Last but not least.


.
18 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1776


Mr Bloom unclasped his hands in a gesture of soft politeness and clasped them.


.
19 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1777


Smith O’Brien. Someone has laid a bunch of flowers there. Woman. Must be his deathday. For many happy returns.


.
20 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1778


The carriage wheeling by Farrell’s statue united noiselessly their unresisting knees.


.
21 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1779


Oot : a dullgarbed old man from the curbstone tendered his wares, his mouth opening : oot.


.
22 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1780


—Four bootlaces for a penny.


.
23 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1781


Wonder why he was struck off the rolls. Had his office in Hume street. Same house as Molly’s namesake, Tweedy, crown solicitor for Waterford. Has that silk hat ever since. Relics of old decency. Mourning too. Terrible comedown, poor wretch ! Kicked about like snuff at a wake. O’Callaghan on his last legs.


.
24 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1782


And Madame. Twenty past eleven. Up. Mrs Fleming is in to clean. Doing her hair, humming. voglio e non vorrei. No. vorrei e non. Looking at the tips of her hairs to see if they are split. Mi trema un poco il. Beautiful on that tre her voice is : weeping tone. A thrush. A throstle. There is a word throstle that expresses that.


.
25 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1783


His eyes passed lightly over Mr Power’s goodlooking face. Greyish over the ears.


.
26 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1784


Madame : smiling. I smiled back. A smile goes a long way. Only politeness perhaps. Nice fellow.


.
27 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1785


Who knows is that true about the woman he keeps ? Not pleasant for the wife. Yet they say, who was it told me, there is no carnal. You would imagine that would get played out pretty quick. Yes, it was Crofton met him one evening bringing her a pound of rumpsteak. What is this she was ? Barmaid in Jury’s. Or the Moira, was it ?


.
28 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1786


They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator’s form.


.
29 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1787


Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power.
— Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.


.
30 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1788


A tall blackbearded figure, bent on a stick, stumping round the corner of Elvery’s Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his spine.


.
31 décembre 2016

#Ulysse 1789


—In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.


.
1er janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1790


Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly :
— The devil break the hasp of your back !


.
2 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1791


Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as the carriage passed Gray’s statue.
— We have all been there, Martin Cunningham said broadly.


.
3 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1792


His eyes met Mr Bloom’s eyes.


.
4 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1793


He caressed his beard, adding :
— Well, nearly all of us.


.
5 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1794


Mr Bloom began to speak with sudden eagerness to his companions’ faces.
— That’s an awfully good one that’s going the rounds about Reuben J and the son.


.
6 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1795


—About the boatman ? Mr Power asked.


.
7 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1796


—Yes. Isn’t it awfully good ?


.
8 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1797


—What is that ? Mr Dedalus asked. I didn’t hear it.


.
9 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1798


—There was a girl in the case, Mr Bloom began, and he determined to send him to the Isle of Man out of harm’s way but when they were both ...


.
10 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1799


—What ? Mr Dedalus asked. That confirmed bloody hobbledehoy is it ?


.
11 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1800


—Yes, Mr Bloom said. They were both on the way to the boat and he tried to drown...


.
12 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1801


—Drown Barabbas ! Mr Dedalus cried. I wish to Christ he did !


.
13 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1802


Mr Power sent a long laugh down his shaded nostrils.


.
14 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1803


—No, Mr Bloom said, the son himself...


.
15 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1804


Martin Cunningham thwarted his speech rudely :
— Reuben and the son were piking it down the quay next the river on their way to the Isle of Man boat and the young chiseller suddenly got loose and over the wall with him into the Liffey.


.
16 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1805



.
17 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1806


—Dead ! Martin Cunningham cried. Not he ! A boatman got a pole and fished him out by the slack of the breeches and he was landed up to the father on the quay more dead than alive. Half the town was there.


.
18 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1807


—Yes, Mr Bloom said. But the funny part is...


.
19 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1808


—And Reuben J, Martin Cunningham said, gave the boatman a florin for saving his son’s life.


.
20 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1809


A stifled sigh came from under Mr Power’s hand.


.
21 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1810


—O, he did, Martin Cunningham affirmed. Like a hero. A silver florin.


.
22 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1811


—Isn’t it awfully good ? Mr Bloom said eagerly.


.
23 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1812


—One and eightpence too much, Mr Dedalus said drily.


.
24 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1813


Mr Power’s choked laugh burst quietly in the carriage.


.
25 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1814


Nelson’s pillar.


.
26 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1815


—Eight plums a penny ! Eight for a penny !


.
27 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1816


—We had better look a little serious, Martin Cunningham said.


.
28 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1817


Mr Dedalus sighed.
— Ah then indeed, he said, poor little Paddy wouldn’t grudge us a laugh. Many a good one he told himself.


.
29 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1818


—The Lord forgive me ! Mr Power said, wiping his wet eyes with his fingers. Poor Paddy ! I little thought a week ago when I saw him last and he was in his usual health that I’d be driving after him like this. He’s gone from us.


.
30 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1819


—As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, Mr Dedalus said. He went very suddenly.


.
31 janvier 2017

#Ulysse 1820


—Breakdown, Martin Cunningham said. Heart.
He tapped his chest sadly.


.
1er février 2017

#Ulysse 1821


Blazing face : redhot. Too much John Barleycorn. Cure for a red nose. Drink like the devil till it turns adelite. A lot of money he spent colouring it.


.
2 février 2017

#Ulysse 1822


Mr Power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.
— He had a sudden death, poor fellow, he said.


.
3 février 2017

#Ulysse 1823


—The best death, Mr Bloom said.


.
4 février 2017

#Ulysse 1824


Their wide open eyes looked at him.


.
5 février 2017

#Ulysse 1825


—No suffering, he said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep. No-one spoke.


.
6 février 2017

#Ulysse 1826


No-one spoke.


.
7 février 2017

#Ulysse 1827


Dead side of the street this. Dull business by day, land agents, temper- ance hotel, Falconer’s railway guide, civil service college, Gill’s, catholic club, the industrious blind. Why ? Some reason. Sun or wind. At night too. Chummies and slaveys. Under the patronage of the late Father Mathew. Foundation stone for Parnell. Breakdown. Heart.


.
8 février 2017

#Ulysse 1828


White horses with white frontlet plumes came round the Rotunda corner, galloping. A tiny coffin flashed by. In a hurry to bury. A mourn- ing coach. Unmarried. Black for the married. Piebald for bachelors. Dun for a nun.


.
9 février 2017

#Ulysse 1829


—Sad, Martin Cunningham said. A child.


.
10 février 2017

#Ulysse 1830


A dwarf’s face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy’s was. Dwarf’s body, weak as putty, in a whitelined deal box. Burial friendly society pays. Penny a week for a sod of turf. Our. Little. Beggar. Baby. Meant nothing. Mistake of nature. If it’s healthy it’s from the mother. If not from the man. Better luck next time.


.
11 février 2017

#Ulysse 1831


—Poor little thing, Mr Dedalus said. It’s well out of it.


.
12 février 2017

#Ulysse 1832


The carriage climbed more slowly the hill of Rutland square. Rattle his bones. Over the stones. Only a pauper. Nobody owns.


.
13 février 2017

#Ulysse 1833


—In the midst of life, Martin Cunningham said.


.
14 février 2017

#Ulysse 1834


—But the worst of all, Mr Power said, is the man who takes his own life.


.
15 février 2017

#Ulysse 1835


Martin Cunningham drew out his watch briskly, coughed and put it back.


.
16 février 2017

#Ulysse 1836


—The greatest disgrace to have in the family, Mr Power added.


.
17 février 2017

#Ulysse 1837


—Temporary insanity, of course, Martin Cunningham said decisively. We must take a charitable view of it.


.
18 février 2017

#Ulysse 1838


—They say a man who does it is a coward, Mr Dedalus said.


.
19 février 2017

#Ulysse 1839


—It is not for us to judge, Martin Cunningham said.


.
20 février 2017

#Ulysse 1840


Mr Bloom, about to speak, closed his lips again.


.
21 février 2017

#Ulysse 1841


Martin Cunningham’s large eyes. Looking away now.


.
22 février 2017

#Ulysse 1842


Sympathetic human man he is. Intelli- gent. Like Shakespeare’s face. Always a good word to say.


.
23 février 2017

#Ulysse 1843


They have no mercy on that here or infanticide. Refuse christian burial. They used to drive a stake of wood through his heart in the grave. As if it wasn’t broken already. Yet sometimes they repent too late. Found in the river- bed clutching rushes. He looked at me.


.
24 février 2017

#Ulysse 1844


And that awful drunkard of a wife of his. Setting up house for her time after time and then pawning the furniture on him every Saturday almost. Leading him the life of the damned. Wear the heart out of a stone, that. Monday morning. Start afresh. Shoulder to the wheel. Lord, she must have looked a sight that night Dedalus told me he was in there. Drunk about the place and caper- ing with Martin’s umbrella.

And they call me the jewel of Asia,
Of Asia,
The Geisha.


.
25 février 2017

#Ulysse 1845


He looked away from me. He knows. Rattle his bones.


.
26 février 2017

#Ulysse 1846


That afternoon of the inquest. The redlabelled bottle on the table. The room in the hotel with hunting pictures. Stuffy it was. Sunlight through the slats of the Venetian blind. The coroner’s sunlit ears, big and hairy. Boots giving evidence. Thought he was asleep first. Then saw like yellow streaks on his face. Had slipped down to the foot of the bed. Verdict : overdose. Death by misadventure. The letter. For my son Leopold.


.
27 février 2017

#Ulysse 1847


No more pain. Wake no more. Nobody owns.


.
28 février 2017

#Ulysse 1848


The carriage rattled swiftly along Blessington street. Over the stones.


.
1er mars 2017

#Ulysse 1849


—We are going the pace, I think, Martin Cunningham said.


.
2 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1850


—God grant he doesn’t upset us on the road, Mr Power said.


.
3 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1851


—I hope not, Martin Cunningham said. That will be a great race tomorrow in Germany. The Gordon Bennett.


.
4 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1852


—Yes, by Jove, Mr Dedalus said. That will be worth seeing, faith.


.
5 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1853


As they turned into Berkeley street a streetorgan near the Basin sent over and after them a rollicking rattling song of the halls. Has anybody here seen Kelly ? Kay ee double ell wy. Dead March from Saul. He’s as bad as old Antonio. He left me on my ownio. Pirouette ! The Mater Misericordiae.


.
6 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1854


Eccles street. My house down there. Big place. Ward for in- curables there. Very encouraging. Our Lady’s Hospice for the dying. Deadhouse handy underneath. Where old Mrs Riordan died.


.
7 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1855


They look terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the spoon. Then the screen round her bed for her to die.


.
8 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1856


Nice young student that was dressed that bite the bee gave me. He’s gone over to the lying-in hospital they told me. From one extreme to the other.


.
9 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1857


The carriage galloped round a corner : stopped.


.
10 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1858


—What’s wrong now ?


.
11 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1859


A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing, slouching by on padded hoofs, whisking their tails slowly on their clotted bony croups. Outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their fear.


.
12 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1860


—Emigrants, Mr Power said.


.
13 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1861


—Huuuh ! the drover’s voice cried, his switch sounding on their flanks. Huuuh ! out of that !


.
14 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1862


Thursday, of course. Tomorrow is killing day. Springers. Cuffe sold them about twentyseven quid each. For Liverpool probably. Roastbeef for old England. They buy up all the juicy ones. And then the fifth quarter lost : all that raw stuff, hide, hair, horns. Comes to a big thing in a year. Dead meat trade. Byproducts of the slaughterhouses for tanneries, soap, margarine. Wonder if that dodge works now getting dicky meat off the train at Clonsilla.


.
15 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1863


The carriage moved on through the drove.


.
16 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1864


—I can’t make out why the corporation doesn’t run a tramline from the parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said. All those animals could be taken in trucks down to the boats.


.
17 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1865


—Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said. Quite right. They ought to.


.
18 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1866


—Yes, Mr Bloom said, and another thing I often thought, is to have municipal funeral trams like they have in Milan, you know. Run the line out to the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage and all. Don’t you see what I mean ?


.
19 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1867


—O, that be damned for a story, Mr Dedalus said. Pullman car and saloon diningroom.


.
20 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1868


—A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Power added.


.
21 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1869


—Why ? Mr Bloom asked, turning to Mr Dedalus. Wouldn’t it be more decent than galloping two abreast ?


.
22 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1871


—And, Martin Cunningham said, we wouldn’t have scenes like that when the hearse capsized round Dunphy’s and upset the coffin on to the road.


.
23 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1872


—That was terrible, Mr Power’s shocked face said, and the corpse fell about the road. Terrible !


.
23 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1870


—Well, there’s something in that, Mr Dedalus granted.


.
24 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1873


—First round Dunphy’s, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Gordon Bennett cup.


.
25 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1874


—Praises be to God ! Martin Cunningham said piously.


.
26 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1875


Bom ! Upset. A coffin bumped out on to the road. Burst open. Paddy Dignam shot out and rolling over stiff in the dust in a brown habit too large for him. Red face : grey now. Mouth fallen open. Asking what’s up now. Quite right to close it. Looks horrid open. Then the insides decom- pose quickly. Much better to close up all the orifices. Yes, also. With wax. The sphincter loose. Seal up all.


.
27 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1876


—Dunphy’s, Mr Power announced as the carriage turned right.


.
28 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1877


Dunphy’s corner. Mourning coaches drawn up, drowning their grief. A pause by the wayside. Tiptop position for a pub. Expect we’ll pull up here on the way back to drink his health. Pass round the consolation. Elixir of life.


.
29 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1878


But suppose now it did happen. Would he bleed if a nail say cut him in the knocking about ? He would and he wouldn’t, I suppose. Depends on where. The circulation stops. Still some might ooze out of an artery. It would be better to bury them in red : a dark red.


.
30 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1879


In silence they drove along Phibsborough road. An empty hearse trot- ted by, coming from the cemetery : looks relieved.


.
31 mars 2017

#Ulysse 1880


Crossguns bridge : the royal canal.


.
1er avril 2017

#Ulysse 1881


Water rushed roaring through the sluices. A man stood on his drop- ping barge, between clamps of turf. On the towpath by the lock a slack- tethered horse. Aboard of the Bugabu.


.
2 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1882


Their eyes watched him.


.
3 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1883


On the slow weedy waterway he had floated on his raft coastward over Ireland drawn by a haulage rope past beds of reeds, over slime, mudchoked bottles, carrion dogs.


.
4 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1884


Athlone, Mullingar, Moyvalley, I could make a walking tour to see Milly by the canal. Or cycle down. Hire some old crock, safety.


.
5 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1885


Wren had one the other day at the auction but a lady’s.


.
6 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1886


Developing waterways. James M’Cann’s hobby to row me o’er the ferry. Cheaper transit. By easy stages. Houseboats. Camping out. Also hearses. To heaven by water.


.
7 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1887


Perhaps I will without writing. Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down lock by lock to Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs.


.
8 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1888


Salute. He lifted his brown straw hat, saluting Paddy Dignam.


.
9 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1889


They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house. Near it now.


.
10 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1890


—I wonder how is our friend Fogarty getting on, Mr Power said.


.
11 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1891


—Better ask Tom Kernan, Mr Dedalus said.


.
12 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1892


—How is that ? Martin Cunningham said. Left him weeping, I suppose ?


.
13 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1893


—Though lost to sight, Mr Dedalus said, to memory dear.


.
14 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1894


The carriage steered left for Finglas road.


.
15 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1895


The stonecutter’s yard on the right. Last lap. Crowded on the spit of land silent shapes appeared, white, sorrowful, holding out calm hands, knelt in grief, pointing. Fragments of shapes, hewn. In white silence : ap- pealing. The best obtainable. Thos. H. Dennany, monumental builder and sculptor.


.
16 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1896


Passed.


.
17 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1897


On the curbstone before Jimmy Geary, the sexton’s, an old tramp sat, grumbling, emptying the dirt and stones out of his huge dustbrown yawning boot. After life’s journey.


.
18 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1898


Gloomy gardens then went by : one by one : gloomy houses.


.
19 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1899


Mr Power pointed.


.
20 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1900


—That is where Childs was murdered, he said. The last house.


.
21 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1901


—So it is, Mr Dedalus said. A gruesome case. Seymour Bushe got him off. Murdered his brother. Or so they said.


.
22 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1902


—The crown had no evidence, Mr Power said.


.
23 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1903


—Only circumstantial, Martin Cunningham added. That’s the maxim of the law. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one innocent person to be wrongfully condemned.


.
24 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1904


They looked. Murderer’s ground. It passed darkly. Shuttered, tenantless, unweeded garden. Whole place gone to hell. Wrongfully con- demned. Murder. The murderer’s image in the eye of the murdered. They love reading about it. Man’s head found in a garden. Her clothing consisted of. How she met her death. Recent outrage. The weapon used. Murderer is still at large. Clues. A shoelace. The body to be exhumed. Murder will out.


.
25 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1905


Cramped in this carriage.


.
26 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1906


She mightn’t like me to come that way without letting her know. Must be careful about women. Catch them once with their pants down. Never forgive you after. Fifteen.


.
27 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1907


The high railings of Prospect rippled past their gaze. Dark poplars, rare white forms. Forms more frequent, white shapes thronged amid the trees, white forms and fragments streaming by mutely, sustaining vain gestures on the air.


.
28 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1908


The felly harshed against the curbstone : stopped.


.
29 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1909


Martin Cunningham put out his arm and, wrenching back the handle, shoved the door open with his knee. He stepped out. Mr Power and Mr Dedalus followed.


.
30 avril 2017

#Ulysse 1910


Change that soap now. Mr Bloom’s hand unbuttoned his hip pocket swiftly and transferred the paperstuck soap to his inner handkerchief pocket. He stepped out of the carriage, replacing the newspaper his other hand still held.


.
1er mai 2017

#Ulysse 1911


Paltry funeral : coach and three carriages. It’s all the same. Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass, firing a volley. Pomp of death.


.
2 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1912


Beyond the hind carriage a hawker stood by his barrow of cakes and fruit. Simnel cakes those are, stuck together : cakes for the dead. Dogbiscuits. Who ate them ? Mourners coming out.


.
3 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1913


He followed his companions.


.
4 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1914


Mr Kernan and Ned Lambert followed, Hynes walking after them.


.
5 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1915


Corny Kelleher stood by the opened hearse and took out the two wreaths. He handed one to the boy.


.
6 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1916


Where is that child’s funeral disappeared to ?


.
7 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1917


A team of horses passed from Finglas with toiling plodding tread, dragging through the funereal silence a creaking waggon on which lay a granite block. The waggoner marching at their head saluted.


.
8 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1918


Coffin now. Got here before us, dead as he is.


.
9 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1919


Horse looking round at it with his plume skeowways. Dull eye : collar tight on his neck, pressing on a bloodvessel or something. Do they know what they cart out here every day ?


.
10 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1920


Must be twenty or thirty funerals every day. Then Mount Jerome for the protestants. Funerals all over the world everywhere every minute. Shovelling them under by the cartload doublequick. Thousands every hour. Too many in the world.


.
11 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1921


Mourners came out through the gates : woman and a girl. Leanjawed harpy, hard woman at a bargain, her bonnet awry. Girl’s face stained with dirt and tears, holding the woman’s arm, looking up at her for a sign to cry. Fish’s face, bloodless and livid.


.
12 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1922


The mutes shouldered the coffin and bore it in through the gates. So much dead weight. Felt heavier myself stepping out of that bath. First the stiff : then the friends of the stiff. Corny Kelleher and the boy fol- lowed with their wreaths. Who is that beside them ? Ah, the brother-in- law.


.
13 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1923


All walked after.


.
14 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1924


Martin Cunningham whispered :
— I was in mortal agony with you talking of suicide before Bloom.


.
15 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1925


—What ? Mr Power whispered. How so ?


.
16 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1926


—His father poisoned himself, Martin Cunningham whispered. Had
the Queen’s hotel in Ennis. You heard him say he was going to Clare. Anniversary.


.
17 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1927


—O God ! Mr Power whispered. First I heard of it. Poisoned himself ?


.
18 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1928


He glanced behind him to where a face with dark thinking eyes followed towards the cardinal’s mausoleum. Speaking.
— Was he insured ? Mr Bloom asked.


.
19 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1929


—I believe so, Mr Kernan answered. But the policy was heavily mort- gaged. Martin is trying to get the youngster into Artane.


.
20 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1930


—How many children did he leave ?


.
21 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1931


—Five. Ned Lambert says he’ll try to get one of the girls into Todd’s.


.
22 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1932


—A sad case, Mr Bloom said gently. Five young children.


.
23 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1933


—A great blow to the poor wife, Mr Kernan added.


.
24 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1934


—Indeed yes, Mr Bloom agreed.


.
25 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1935


Has the laugh at him now.


.
26 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1936


He looked down at the boots he had blacked and polished.


.
27 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1937


She had outlived him. Lost her husband. More dead for her than for me. One must outlive the other. Wise men say.


.
28 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1938


There are more women than men in the world. Condole with her. Your terrible loss. I hope you’ll soon follow him. For Hindu widows only.


.
29 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1939


She would marry another. Him ? No. Yet who knows after.


.
30 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1940


Widowhood not the thing since the old queen died. Drawn on a guncarriage. Victoria and Albert. Frogmore memorial mourning.


.
31 mai 2017

#Ulysse 1941


But in the end she put a few violets in her bonnet. Vain in her heart of hearts. All for a shadow. Consort not even a king. Her son was the substance. Something new to hope for not like the past she wanted back, waiting. It never comes.


.
1er juin 2017

#Ulysse 1942


One must go first : alone, under the ground : and lie no more in her warm bed.


.
2 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1943


—How are you, Simon ? Ned Lambert said softly, clasping hands. Haven’t seen you for a month of Sundays.


.
3 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1944


—Never better. How are all in Cork’s own town ?


.
4 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1945


—I was down there for the Cork park races on Easter Monday, Ned Lambert said. Same old six and eightpence. Stopped with Dick Tivy.


.
5 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1946


—And how is Dick, the solid man ?


.
6 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1947


—Nothing between himself and heaven, Ned Lambert answered.


.
7 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1948


—By the holy Paul ! Mr Dedalus said in subdued wonder. Dick Tivy bald ?


.
8 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1949


—Martin is going to get up a whip for the youngsters, Ned Lambert said, pointing ahead. A few bob a skull. Just to keep them going till the insurance is cleared up.


.
9 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1950


—Yes, yes, Mr Dedalus said dubiously. Is that the eldest boy in front ?


.
10 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1951


—Yes, Ned Lambert said, with the wife’s brother. John Henry Menton is behind. He put down his name for a quid.


.
11 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1952


—I’ll engage he did, Mr Dedalus said. I often told poor Paddy he ought to mind that job. John Henry is not the worst in the world.


.
12 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1953


—How did he lose it ? Ned Lambert asked. Liquor, what ?


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13 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1954


—Many a good man’s fault, Mr Dedalus said with a sigh.


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14 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1955


They halted about the door of the mortuary chapel.


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15 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1956


Mr Bloom stood behind the boy with the wreath looking down at his sleekcombed hair and at the slender furrowed neck inside his brandnew collar.


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16 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1957


Poor boy ! Was he there when the father ? Both unconscious. Lighten up at the last moment and recognise for the last time. All he might have done.


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17 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1958


I owe three shillings to O’Grady. Would he understand ?


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18 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1959


The mutes bore the coffin into the chapel. Which end is his head ?


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19 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1960


After a moment he followed the others in, blinking in the screened light.


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20 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1961


The coffin lay on its bier before the chancel, four tall yellow candles at its corners. Always in front of us.


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21 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1962


Corny Kelleher, laying a wreath at each fore corner, beckoned to the boy to kneel. The mourners knelt here and there in prayingdesks.


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22 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1963


Mr Bloom stood behind near the font and, when all had knelt, dropped carefully his unfolded newspaper from his pocket and knelt his right knee upon it.


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23 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1964


He fitted his black hat gently on his left knee and, holding its brim, bent over piously.


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24 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1965


A server bearing a brass bucket with something in it came out through a door.


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25 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1966


The whitesmocked priest came after him, tidying his stole with one hand, balancing with the other a little book against his toad’s belly. Who’ll read the book ? I, said the rook.


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26 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1967


They halted by the bier and the priest began to read out of his book with a fluent croak.


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27 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1968



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28 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1969


—Non intres in judicium cum servo tuo, Domine.


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29 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1970


Makes them feel more important to be prayed over in Latin. Requiem mass. Crape weepers. Blackedged notepaper. Your name on the altarlist.


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30 juin 2017

#Ulysse 1971


Chilly place this. Want to feed well, sitting in there all the morning in the gloom kicking his heels waiting for the next please.


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1er juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1972


Eyes of a toad too. What swells him up that way ? Molly gets swelled after cabbage. Air of the place maybe. Looks full up of bad gas.


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2 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1973


Must be an infernal lot of bad gas round the place. Butchers, for instance : they get like raw beefsteaks. Who was telling me ? Mervyn Browne.


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3 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1974


Down in the vaults of saint Werburgh’s lovely old organ hundred and fifty they have to bore a hole in the coffins sometimes to let out the bad gas and burn it. Out it rushes : blue. One whiff of that and you’re a goner.


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4 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1975


My kneecap is hurting me. Ow. That’s better.


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5 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1976


The priest took a stick with a knob at the end of it out of the boy’s bucket and shook it over the coffin. Then he walked to the other end and shook it again. Then he came back and put it back in the bucket. As you were before you rested. It’s all written down : he has to do it.


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6 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1977


—Et ne nos inducas in tentationem.


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7 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1978


The server piped the answers in the treble. I often thought it would be better to have boy servants. Up to fifteen or so. After that, of course ...


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8 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1979


Holy water that was, I expect. Shaking sleep out of it.


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9 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1980


He must be fed up with that job, shaking that thing over all the corpses they trot up. What harm if he could see what he was shaking it over. Every mortal day a fresh batch : middleaged men, old women, children, women dead in childbirth, men with beards, baldheaded businessmen, consumptive girls with little sparrows’ breasts. All the year round he prayed the same thing over them all and shook water on top of them : sleep. On Dignam now.


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10 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1982


Said he was going to paradise or is in paradise. Says that over everybody. Tiresome kind of a job. But he has to say something.


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11 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1983


The priest closed his book and went off, followed by the server.


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12 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1984


Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in, hoisted the coffin again, carried it out and shoved it on their cart.


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13 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1985


Corny Kelleher gave one wreath to the boy and one to the brother-in-law.


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14 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1986


All followed them out of the sidedoors into the mild grey air.


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15 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1987


Mr Bloom came last folding his paper again into his pocket. He gazed gravely at the ground till the coffincart wheeled off to the left.


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16 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1988


The metal wheels ground the gravel with a sharp grating cry and the pack of blunt boots followed the trundled barrow along a lane of sepulchres.


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17 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1989


The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn’t lilt here.


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18 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1990


—The O’Connell circle, Mr Dedalus said about him.


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19 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1991


Mr Power’s soft eyes went up to the apex of the lofty cone.
— He’s at rest, he said, in the middle of his people, old Dan O’. But his heart is buried in Rome. How many broken hearts are buried here, Simon !


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20 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1992


—Her grave is over there, Jack, Mr Dedalus said. I’ll soon be stretched beside her. Let Him take me whenever He likes.


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21 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1993


Breaking down, he began to weep to himself quietly, stumbling a little in his walk. Mr Power took his arm.


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22 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1994


—She’s better where she is, he said kindly.


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23 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1995


—I suppose so, Mr Dedalus said with a weak gasp. I suppose she is in heaven if there is a heaven.


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24 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1996


Corny Kelleher stepped aside from his rank and allowed the mourners to plod by.


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25 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1997


—Sad occasions, Mr Kernan began politely.


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26 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1998


Mr Bloom closed his eyes and sadly twice bowed his head.


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27 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 1999


—The others are putting on their hats, Mr Kernan said. I suppose we can do so too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place.


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28 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 2000


They covered their heads.


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29 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 2001


—The reverend gentleman read the service too quickly, don’t you think ? Mr Kernan said with reproof.


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30 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 2002


Mr Bloom nodded gravely looking in the quick bloodshot eyes. Secret eyes, secretsearching. Mason, I think : not sure. Beside him again. We are the last. In the same boat. Hope he’ll say something else.


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31 juillet 2017

#Ulysse 2003


Mr Kernan added :
— The service of the Irish church used in Mount Jerome is simpler, more impressive I must say.


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1er août 2017

#Ulysse 2004


Mr Bloom gave prudent assent. The language of course was another thing.


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2 août 2017

#Ulysse 2005


Mr Kernan said with solemnity :
— I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a man’s inmost heart.


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3 août 2017

#Ulysse 2006


—It does, Mr Bloom said.


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4 août 2017

#Ulysse 2007


Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two with his toes to the daisies ? No touching that. Seat of the affections. Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine day it gets bunged up : and there you are. Lots of them lying around here : lungs, hearts, livers. Old rusty pumps : damn the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead.


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5 août 2017

#Ulysse 2008


That last day idea. Knocking them all up out of their graves. Come forth, Lazarus ! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up ! Last day ! Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his traps. Find damn all of himself that morning. Pennyweight of powder in a skull. Twelve grammes one pennyweight. Troy measure.


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6 août 2017

#Ulysse 2009


Corny Kelleher fell into step at their side.
— Everything went off A1, he said. What ?


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7 août 2017

#Ulysse 2010


He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman’s shoulders. With your tooraloom tooraloom.


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8 août 2017

#Ulysse 2011


—As it should be, Mr Kernan said.


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9 août 2017

#Ulysse 2012


—What ? Eh ? Corny Kelleher said.


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10 août 2017

#Ulysse 2013


Mr Kernan assured him.


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11 août 2017

#Ulysse 2014


—Who is that chap behind with Tom Kernan ? John Henry Menton asked. I know his face.


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12 août 2017

#Ulysse 2015


Ned Lambert glanced back.
— Bloom, he said, Madame Marion Tweedy that was, is, I mean, the soprano. She’s his wife.


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13 août 2017

#Ulysse 2016


—O, to be sure, John Henry Menton said. I haven’t seen her for some time. She was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen seventeen golden years ago, at Mat Dillon’s in Roundtown. And a good armful she was.


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14 août 2017

#Ulysse 2017


He looked behind through the others.
— What is he ? he asked. What does he do ? Wasn’t he in the stationery line ? I fell foul of him one evening, I remember, at bowls.


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15 août 2017

#Ulysse 2018


Ned Lambert smiled.
— Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely’s. A traveller for blottingpaper.


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16 août 2017

#Ulysse 2019


—In God’s name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon like that for ? She had plenty of game in her then.


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17 août 2017

#Ulysse 2020


—Has still, Ned Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.


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18 août 2017

#Ulysse 2021


John Henry Menton’s large eyes stared ahead.


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19 août 2017

#Ulysse 2022


The barrow turned into a side lane. A portly man, ambushed among the grasses, raised his hat in homage. The gravediggers touched their caps.


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20 août 2017

#Ulysse 2023


—John O’Connell, Mr Power said pleased. He never forgets a friend.


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21 août 2017

#Ulysse 2024


Mr O’Connell shook all their hands in silence.


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22 août 2017

#Ulysse 2025


Mr Dedalus said :
— I am come to pay you another visit.


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23 août 2017

#Ulysse 2026


—My dear Simon, the caretaker answered in a low voice. I don’t want your custom at all.


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24 août 2017

#Ulysse 2027


Saluting Ned Lambert and John Henry Menton he walked on at Martin Cunningham’s side puzzling two long keys at his back.


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25 août 2017

#Ulysse 2028


—Did you hear that one, he asked them, about Mulcahy from the Coombe ?


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26 août 2017

#Ulysse 2029


—I did not, Martin Cunningham said.


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27 août 2017

#Ulysse 2030


They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. The caretaker hung his thumbs in the loops of his gold watchchain and spoke in a discreet tone to their vacant smiles.


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28 août 2017

#Ulysse 2031


—They tell the story, he said, that two drunks came out here one foggy evening to look for the grave of a friend of theirs. They asked for Mulcahy from the Coombe and were told where he was buried. After traipsing about in the fog they found the grave sure enough. One of the drunks spelt out the name : Terence Mulcahy. The other drunk was blinking up at a statue of Our Saviour the widow had got put up.


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29 août 2017

#Ulysse 2032


The caretaker blinked up at one of the sepulchres they passed. He resumed :
— And, after blinking up at the sacred figure, Not a bloody bit like the man, says he. That’s not Mulcahy, says he, whoever done it.


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30 août 2017

#Ulysse 2033


Rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny Kelleher, accepting the dockets given him, turning them over and scanning them as he walked.


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31 août 2017

#Ulysse 2034


—That’s all done with a purpose, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes.


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1er septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2035


—I know, Hynes said. I know that.


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2 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2036


—To cheer a fellow up, Martin Cunningham said. It’s pure goodheartedness : damn the thing else.


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3 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2037


Mr Bloom admired the caretaker’s prosperous bulk. All want to be on good terms with him. Decent fellow, John O’Connell, real good sort.


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4 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2038


Keys : like Keyes’s ad : no fear of anyone getting out. No passout checks. Habeas corpus. I must see about that ad after the funeral.


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5 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2039


Did I write Ballsbridge on the envelope I took to cover when she disturbed me writing to Martha ? Hope it’s not chucked in the dead letter office.


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6 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2040


Be the better of a shave. Grey sprouting beard. That’s the first sign when the hairs come out grey. And temper getting cross. Silver threads among the grey.


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7 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2041


Fancy being his wife. Wonder he had the gumption to propose to any girl.


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8 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2042


Come out and live in the graveyard. Dangle that before her. It might thrill her first. Courting death...


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9 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2043


Shades of night hovering here with all the dead stretched about.


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10 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2044


The shadows of the tombs when churchyards yawn and Daniel O’Connell must be a descendant I suppose who is this used to say he was a queer breedy man great catholic all the same like a big giant in the dark.


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11 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2045


Will o’ the wisp. Gas of graves. Want to keep her mind off it to conceive at all. Women especially are so touchy.


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12 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2046


Tell her a ghost story in bed to make her sleep. Have you ever seen a ghost ? Well, I have. It was a pitchdark night. The clock was on the stroke of twelve.


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13 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2047


Still they’d kiss all right if properly keyed up. Whores in Turkish graveyards. Learn anything if taken young.


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14 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2048


Whores in Turkish graveyards. Learn anything if taken young.


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15 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2049


You might pick up a young widow here. Men like that. Love among the tombstones. Romeo. Spice of pleasure. In the midst of death we are in life. Both ends meet. Tantalising for the poor dead. Smell of grilled beefsteaks to the starving. Gnawing their vitals. Desire to grig people. Molly wanting to do it at the window.


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16 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2050



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17 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2051


He has seen a fair share go under in his time, lying around him field after field. Holy fields.


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18 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2052


More room if they buried them standing. Sitting or kneeling you couldn’t.


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19 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2053


Standing ? His head might come up some day above ground in a landslip with his hand pointing.


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20 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2054


All honeycombed the ground must be : oblong cells.


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21 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2055


And very neat he keeps it too : trim grass and edgings. His garden Major Gamble calls Mount Jerome. Well, so it is.


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22 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2056


Ought to be flowers of sleep. Chinese cemeteries with giant poppies growing produce the best opium Mastiansky told me. The Botanic Gardens are just over there.


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23 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2057


It’s the blood sinking in the earth gives new life. Same idea those jews they said killed the christian boy.


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24 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2058


Every man his price. Well preserved fat corpse, gentleman, epicure, invaluable for fruit garden. A bargain. By carcass of William Wilkinson, auditor and accountant, lately deceased, three pounds thirteen and six. With thanks.


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25 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2059


I daresay the soil would be quite fat with corpsemanure, bones, flesh, nails. Charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink decomposing. Rot quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tal- lowy kind of a cheesy. Then begin to get black, black treacle oozing out of them. Then dried up. Deathmoths. Of course the cells or whatever they are go on living. Changing about. Live for ever practically. Nothing to feed on feed on themselves.


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26 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2060


But they must breed a devil of a lot of maggots. Soil must be simply swirling with them. Your head it simply swurls. Those pretty little sea- side gurls.


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27 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2061


He looks cheerful enough over it. Gives him a sense of power seeing all the others go under first.


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28 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2062


Wonder how he looks at life. Cracking his jokes too : warms the cockles of his heart.


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29 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2063


The one about the bulletin. Spurgeon went to heaven 4 a.m. this morning. 11 p.m. (closing time). Not arrived yet. Peter.


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30 septembre 2017

#Ulysse 2064


The dead themselves the men anyhow would like to hear an odd joke or the women to know what’s in fashion.


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1er octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2065


A juicy pear or ladies’ punch, hot, strong and sweet. Keep out the damp.


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2 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2066


You must laugh sometimes so better do it that way.


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3 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2067


Gravediggers in Hamlet. Shows the profound knowledge of the human heart.


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4 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2068


Daren’t joke about the dead for two years at least. De mortuis nil nisi prius. Go out of mourning first. Hard to imagine his funeral. Seems a sort of a joke.


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5 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2069


Read your own obituary notice they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.


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6 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2070


—How many have-you for tomorrow ? the caretaker asked.


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7 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2071


—Two, Corny Kelleher said. Half ten and eleven.


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8 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2072


The caretaker put the papers in his pocket.


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9 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2073


The barrow had ceased to trundle.


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10 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2074


The mourners split and moved to each side of the hole, stepping with care round the graves.


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11 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2075


The gravediggers bore the coffin and set its nose on the brink, looping the bands round it.


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12 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2076


Burying him. We come to bury Caesar. His ides of March or June. He doesn’t know who is here nor care.


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13 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2077


Now who is that lankylooking galoot over there in the macintosh ? Now who is he I’d like to know ? Now I’d give a trifle to know who he is. Always someone turns up you never dreamt of.


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14 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2078


A fellow could live on his lonesome all his life. Yes, he could.


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15 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2079


Still he’d have to get someone to sod him after he died though he could dig his own grave. We all do.


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16 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2080


Only man buries. No, ants too. First thing strikes anybody. Bury the dead.


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17 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2081


Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.
O, poor Robinson Crusoe !
How could you possibly do so ?


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18 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2082


Poor Dignam ! His last lie on the earth in his box.


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19 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2083


When you think of them all it does seem a waste of wood. All gnawed through.


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20 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2084


They could invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel sliding, let it down that way.


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21 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2085


Ay but they might object to be buried out of another fellow’s. They’re so particular.


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22 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2086


Lay me in my native earth. Bit of clay from the holy land.


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23 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2087


Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one coffin. I see what it means. I see. To protect him as long as possible even in the earth.


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24 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2088


The Irishman’s house is his coffin.


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25 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2089


Embalming in catacombs, mummies the same idea.


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26 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2090


Mr Bloom stood far back, his hat in his hand, counting the bared heads. Twelve. I’m thirteen. No. The chap in the macintosh is thirteen. Death’s number. Where the deuce did he pop out of ? He wasn’t in the chapel, that I’ll swear. Silly superstition that about thirteen.


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27 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2091


Nice soft tweed Ned Lambert has in that suit. Tinge of purple. I had one like that when we lived in Lombard street west. Dressy fellow he was once. Used to change three suits in the day.


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28 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2092


Must get that grey suit of mine turned by Mesias. Hello. It’s dyed.


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29 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2093


His wife I forgot he’s not married or his landlady ought to have picked out those threads for him.


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30 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2094


The coffin dived out of sight, eased down by the men straddled on the gravetrestles. They struggled up and out : and all uncovered. Twenty.


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31 octobre 2017

#Ulysse 2095


Pause.


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1er novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2096


If we were all suddenly somebody else.


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2 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2097


Far away a donkey brayed. Rain. No such ass. Never see a dead one, they say. Shame of death. They hide. Also poor papa went away.


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3 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2098


Gentle sweet air blew round the bared heads in a whisper. Whisper.


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4 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2099


The boy by the gravehead held his wreath with both hands staring quietly in the black open space.


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5 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2100


Mr Bloom moved behind the portly kindly caretaker. Wellcut frockcoat.


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6 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2101


Weighing them up perhaps to see which will go next.


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7 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2102


Well, it is a long rest. Feel no more. It’s the moment you feel.


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8 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2103


Must be damned unpleasant. Can’t believe it at first.


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9 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2104


Mistake must be : someone else. Try the house opposite.


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10 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2105


Wait, I wanted to. I haven’t yet. Then darkened deathchamber.


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11 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2106


Light they want.


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12 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2107


Whispering around you. Would you like to see a priest ? Then rambling and wandering.


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13 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2108


Delirium all you hid all your life. The death struggle


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14 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2109


His sleep is not natural. Press his lower eyelid.


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15 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2110


Watching is his nose pointed is his jaw sinking are the soles of his feet yellow. Pull the pillow away and finish it off on the floor since he’s doomed.


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16 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2111


Devil in that picture of sinner’s death showing him a woman. Dying to embrace her in his shirt.


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17 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2112


Last act of Lucia. Shall i nevermore behold thee ?


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18 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2113


Bam ! He expires. Gone at last.


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19 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2114


People talk about you a bit : forget you. Don’t forget to pray for him. Remember him in your prayers.


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20 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2115


Even Parnell. Ivy day dying out.


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21 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2116


Then they follow : dropping into a hole, one after the other.


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22 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2117


We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you’re well and not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the fryingpan of life into the fire of purgatory.


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23 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2118


Does he ever think of the hole waiting for himself ? They say you do when you shiver in the sun. Someone walking over it. Callboy’s warning. Near you.


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24 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2119


Mine over there towards Finglas, the plot I bought. Mamma, poor mamma, and little Rudy.


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25 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2120


The gravediggers took up their spades and flung heavy clods of clay in on the coffin.


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26 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2121


Mr Bloom turned away his face.


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27 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2122


And if he was alive all the time ? Whew ! By jingo, that would be awful !


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28 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2123


No, no : he is dead, of course. Of course he is dead. Monday he died.


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29 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2124


They ought to have some law to pierce the heart and make sure or an electric clock or a telephone in the coffin and some kind of a canvas airhole. Flag of distress.


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30 novembre 2017

#Ulysse 2125


Three days. Rather long to keep them in summer. Just as well to get shut of them as soon as you are sure there’s no.


.
1er décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2126


The clay fell softer. Begin to be forgotten. Out of sight, out of mind.


.
2 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2127


The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat. Had enough of it.


.
3 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2128


The mourners took heart of grace, one by one, covering themselves without show.


.
4 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2129


Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly figure make its way deftly through the maze of graves. Quietly, sure of his ground, he traversed the dismal fields.


.
5 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2130


Hynes jotting down something in his notebook. Ah, the names. But he knows them all. No : coming to me.


.
6 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2131


—I am just taking the names, Hynes said below his breath. What is your christian name ? I’m not sure.


.
7 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2132


—L, Mr Bloom said. Leopold. And you might put down M’Coy’s name too. He asked me to.


.
8 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2133


—Charley, Hynes said writing. I know. He was on the Freeman once.


.
9 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2134


So he was before he got the job in the morgue under Louis Byrne. Good idea a postmortem for doctors. Find out what they imagine they know.


.
10 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2135


He died of a Tuesday.


.
11 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2136


Got the run. Levanted with the cash of a few ads. Charley, you’re my darling. That was why he asked me to. O well, does no harm. I saw to that, M’Coy. Thanks, old chap : much obliged. Leave him under an obligation : costs nothing.


.
12 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2137


—And tell us, Hynes said, do you know that fellow in the, fellow was over there in the...


.
13 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2138


He looked around.


.
14 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2139


—Macintosh. Yes, I saw him, Mr Bloom said. Where is he now ?


.
15 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2140


—M’Intosh, Hynes said scribbling. I don’t know who he is. Is that his name ?


.
16 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2141


He moved away, looking about him.


.
17 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2142


—No, Mr Bloom began, turning and stopping. I say, Hynes !


.
18 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2143


Didn’t hear. What ? Where has he disappeared to ? Not a sign. Well of all the. Has anybody here seen ? Kay ee double ell. Become invisible. Good Lord, what became of him ?


.
19 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2144


A seventh gravedigger came beside Mr Bloom to take up an idle spade.
— O, excuse me !


.
20 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2145


He stepped aside nimbly.


.
21 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2146


Clay, brown, damp, began to be seen in the hole. It rose. Nearly over.


.
22 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2147


A mound of damp clods rose more, rose, and the gravediggers rested their spades.


.
23 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2148


All uncovered again for a few instants.


.
24 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2149


The boy propped his wreath against a corner : the brother-in-law his on a lump.


.
25 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2150


The gravediggers put on their caps and carried their earthy spades towards the barrow. Then knocked the blades lightly on the turf : clean.


.
26 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2151


One bent to pluck from the haft a long tuft of grass.


.
27 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2152


One, leaving his mates, walked slowly on with shouldered weapon, its blade blueglancing.


.
28 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2153


Silently at the gravehead another coiled the coffinband. His navelcord.


.
29 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2154


The brother-in-law, turning away, placed something in his free hand. Thanks in silence. Sorry, sir : trouble. Headshake. I know that. For yourselves just.


.
30 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2155


The mourners moved away slowly without aim, by devious paths, staying at whiles to read a name on a tomb.


.
31 décembre 2017

#Ulysse 2156


—Let us go round by the chief’s grave, Hynes said. We have time.


.
1er janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2157


—Let us, Mr Power said.


.
2 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2158


They turned to the right, following their slow thoughts.


.
3 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2159


With awe Mr Power’s blank voice spoke :
— Some say he is not in that grave at all. That the coffin was filled with stones. That one day he will come again.


.
4 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2160


Hynes shook his head.
— Parnell will never come again, he said. He’s there, all that was mortal of him. Peace to his ashes.


.
5 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2161


Mr Bloom walked unheeded along his grove by saddened angels, crosses, broken pillars, family vaults, stone hopes praying with upcast eyes, old Ireland’s hearts and hands.


.
6 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2162


More sensible to spend the money on some charity for the living. Pray for the repose of the soul of. Does anybody really ? Plant him and have done with him. Like down a coalshoot. Then lump them together to save time. All souls’ day.


.
7 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2163


Twenty- seventh I’ll be at his grave.


.
8 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2164


Ten shillings for the gardener. He keeps it free of weeds. Old man himself. Bent down double with his shears clipping. Near death’s door.


.
9 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2165


Who passed away. Who departed this life. As if they did it of their own accord. Got the shove, all of them. Who kicked the bucket.


.
10 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2166


More interesting if they told you what they were. So and So, wheelwright. I travelled for cork lino. I paid five shillings in the pound. Or a woman’s with her saucepan. I cooked good Irish stew.


.
11 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2167


Eulogy in a country churchyard it ought to be that poem of whose is it Wordsworth or Thomas Campbell.


.
12 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2168


Entered into rest the protestants put it.


.
13 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2169


Old Dr Murren’s. The great physician called him home.


.
14 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2170


Well it’s God’s acre for them. Nice country residence. Newly plastered and painted. Ideal spot to have a quiet smoke and read the Church Times.


.
15 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2171


Marriage ads they never try to beautify.


.
16 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2172


Rusty wreaths hung on knobs, garlands of bronzefoil. Better value that for the money.


.
17 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2173


Still, the flowers are more poetical. The other gets rather tiresome, never withering. Expresses nothing. Immortelles.


.
18 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2174


A bird sat tamely perched on a poplar branch. Like stuffed. Like the wedding present alderman Hooper gave us.


.
19 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2175


Hoo ! Not a budge out of him. Knows there are no catapults to let fly at him.


.
20 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2176


Dead animal even sadder. Silly-Milly burying the little dead bird in the kitchen matchbox, a daisychain and bits of broken chainies on the grave.


.
21 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2177


The Sacred Heart that is : showing it. Heart on his sleeve.


.
22 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2178


Ought to be sideways and red it should be painted like a real heart.


.
23 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2179


Ireland was dedicated to it or whatever that. Seems anything but pleased.


.
24 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2180


Why this infliction ?


.
25 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2181


Would birds come then and peck like the boy with the basket of fruit but he said no because they ought to have been afraid of the boy. Apollo that was.


.
26 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2182


How many ! All these here once walked round Dublin. Faithful departed. As you are now so once were we.


.
27 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2183


Besides how could you remember everybody ? Eyes, walk, voice.


.
28 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2184


Well, the voice, yes : gramophone. Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it in the house.


.
29 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2185


After dinner on a Sunday. Put on poor old greatgrand-father. Kraahraark ! Hellohellohello amawfullyglad kraark awfullygla-daseeagain hellohello amawf krpthsth.


.
30 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2186


Remind you of the voice like the photograph reminds you of the face. Otherwise you couldn’t remember the face after fifteen years, say.


.
31 janvier 2018

#Ulysse 2187


For instance who ? For instance some fellow that died when I was in Wisdom Hely’s.


.
1er février 2018

#Ulysse 2188


Rtststr ! A rattle of pebbles. Wait. Stop !


.
2 février 2018

#Ulysse 2189


He looked down intently into a stone crypt. Some animal. Wait. There he goes.


.
3 février 2018

#Ulysse 2190


An obese grey rat toddled along the side of the crypt, moving the pebbles.


.
4 février 2018

#Ulysse 2191


An old stager : greatgrandfather : he knows the ropes.


.
5 février 2018

#Ulysse 2192


The grey alive crushed itself in under the plinth, wriggled itself in under it. Good hidingplace for treasure.


.
6 février 2018

#Ulysse 2193


Who lives there ? Are laid the remains of Robert Emery. Robert Emmet was buried here by torchlight, wasn’t he ? Making his rounds.


.
7 février 2018

#Ulysse 2194


Tail gone now.


.
8 février 2018

#Ulysse 2195


One of those chaps would make short work of a fellow. Pick the bones clean no matter who it was. Ordinary meat for them.


.
9 février 2018

#Ulysse 2196


A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what’s cheese ? Corpse of milk.


.
10 février 2018

#Ulysse 2197


I read in that Voyages in China that the Chinese say a white man smells like a corpse.


.
11 février 2018

#Ulysse 2198


Cremation better. Priests dead against it. Devilling for the other firm. Wholesale burners and Dutch oven dealers. Time of the plague. Quicklime feverpits to eat them. Lethal chamber. Ashes to ashes.


.
12 février 2018

#Ulysse 2199


Or bury at sea. Where is that Parsee tower of silence ? Eaten by birds. Earth, fire, water. Drowning they say is the pleasantest. See your whole life in a flash. But being brought back to life no.


.
13 février 2018

#Ulysse 2200


Can’t bury in the air however. Out of a flying machine.


.
14 février 2018

#Ulysse 2201


Wonder does the news go about whenever a fresh one is let down. Underground communication. We learned that from them. Wouldn’t be surprised.


.
15 février 2018

#Ulysse 2202


Regular square feed for them. Flies come before he’s well dead. Got wind of Dignam. They wouldn’t care about the smell of it. Saltwhite crumbling mush of corpse : smell, taste like raw white turnips.


.
16 février 2018

#Ulysse 2203


The gates glimmered in front : still open.


.
17 février 2018

#Ulysse 2204


Back to the world again.


.
18 février 2018

#Ulysse 2205


Enough of this place. Brings you a bit nearer every time.


.
19 février 2018

#Ulysse 2206


Last time I was here was Mrs Sinico’s funeral.


.
20 février 2018

#Ulysse 2207


Poor papa too.


.
21 février 2018

#Ulysse 2208


The love that kills.


.
22 février 2018

#Ulysse 2209


And even scraping up the earth at night with a lantern like that case I read of to get at fresh buried females or even putrefied with running gravesores.


.
23 février 2018

#Ulysse 2210


Give you the creeps after a bit.


.
24 février 2018

#Ulysse 2211


I will appear to you after death.


.
25 février 2018

#Ulysse 2212


You will see my ghost after death.


.
26 février 2018

#Ulysse 2213


My ghost will haunt you after death.


.
27 février 2018

#Ulysse 2214


There is another world after death named hell.


.
28 février 2018

#Ulysse 2215


I do not like that other world she wrote. No more do I.


.
1er mars 2018

#Ulysse 2216


Plenty to see and hear and feel yet. Feel live warm beings near you. Let them sleep in their maggoty beds. They are not going to get me this innings. Warm beds : warm fullblooded life.


.
2 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2217


Martin Cunningham emerged from a sidepath, talking gravely.


.
3 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2218


Solicitor, I think. I know his face. Menton, John Henry, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits.


.
4 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2219


Dignam used to be in his office. Mat Dillon’s long ago.


.
5 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2220


Jolly Mat. Convivial evenings. Cold fowl, cigars, the Tantalus glasses. Heart of gold really.


.
6 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2221


Yes, Menton. Got his rag out that evening on the bowlinggreen because I sailed inside him.


.
7 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2222


Pure fluke of mine : the bias.


.
8 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2223


Why he took such a rooted dislike to me. Hate at first sight.


.
9 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2224


Molly and Floey Dillon linked under the lilactree, laughing. Fellow always like that, mortified if women are by.


.
10 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2225


Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably.


.
11 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2226


—Excuse me, sir, Mr Bloom said beside them.


.
12 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2227


They stopped.


.
13 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2228


—Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said pointing.


.
14 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2229


John Henry Menton stared at him for an instant without moving.


.
15 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2230


—There, Martin Cunningham helped, pointing also.


.
16 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2231


John Henry Menton took off his hat, bulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head again.


.
17 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2232


—It’s all right now, Martin Cunningham said.


.
18 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2233


John Henry Menton jerked his head down in acknowledgment.
— Thank you, he said shortly.


.
19 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2234


They walked on towards the gates.


.
20 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2235


Mr Bloom, chapfallen, drew behind a few paces so as not to overhear.


.
21 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2236


Martin laying down the law. Martin could wind a sappyhead like that round his little finger, without his seeing it.


.
22 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2237


Oyster eyes. Never mind. Be sorry after perhaps when it dawns on him. Get the pull over him that way.


.
23 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2238


Thank you.


.
24 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2239


How grand we are this morning !


.
25 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2240


IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS


.
26 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2241


Before Nelson’s pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley, started for Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure, Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold’s Cross.


.
27 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2242


The hoarse Dublin United Tramway Company’s timekeeper bawled them off :
— Rathgar and Terenure !


.
28 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2243


—Come on, Sandymount Green !


.
29 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2244


Right and left parallel clanging ringing a doubledecker and a single-
deck moved from their railheads, swerved to the down line, glided parallel.


.
30 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2245


—Start, Palmerston Park !


.
31 mars 2018

#Ulysse 2246


THE WEARER OF THE CROWN


.
1er avril 2018

#Ulysse 2247


Under the porch of the general post office shoeblacks called and pol- ished.


.
2 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2248


Parked in North Prince’s street His Majesty’s vermilion mailcars, bearing on their sides the royal initials, E. R., received loudly flung sacks of letters, postcards, lettercards, parcels, insured and paid, for local, pro- vincial, British and overseas delivery.


.
3 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2249


GENTLEMEN OF THE PRESS


.
4 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2250


Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince’s stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince’s stores.


.
5 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2251


—There it is, Red Murray said. Alexander Keyes.


.
6 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2252


—Just cut it out, will you ? Mr Bloom said, and I’ll take it round to the Telegraph office.


.
7 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2253


The door of Ruttledge’s office creaked again.


.
8 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2254


Davy Stephens, minute in a large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out with a roll of papers under his cape, a king’s courier.


.
9 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2255


Red Murray’s long shears sliced out the advertisement from the newspaper in four clean strokes. Scissors and paste.


.
10 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2256


—I’ll go through the printingworks, Mr Bloom said, taking the cut square.


.
11 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2257


—Of course, if he wants a par, Red Murray said earnestly, a pen behind his ear, we can do him one.


.
12 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2258


—Right, Mr Bloom said with a nod. I’ll rub that in.


.
13 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2259


We.


.
14 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2260


WILLIAM BRAYDEN, ESQUIRE, OF OAKLANDS, SANDYMOUNT


.
15 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2261


Red Murray touched Mr Bloom’s arm with the shears and whispered :
— Brayden.


.
16 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2262


Mr Bloom turned and saw the liveried porter raise his lettered cap as a
stately figure entered between the newsboards of the Weekly Freeman and National Press and the Freeman’s Journal and National Press.


.
17 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2263


Dullthudding Guinness’s barrels.


.
18 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2264


It passed statelily up the staircase, steered by an umbrella, a solemn beardframed face.


.
19 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2265


The broadcloth back ascended each step : back.


.
20 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2266


All his brains are in the nape of his neck, Simon Dedalus says.


.
21 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2267


Welts of flesh behind on him. Fat folds of neck, fat, neck, fat, neck.


.
22 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2268


—Don’t you think his face is like Our Saviour ? Red Murray whispered.


.
23 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2269


The door of Ruttledge’s office whispered : ee : cree. They always build one door opposite another for the wind to. Way in. Way out.


.
24 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2270


Our Saviour : beardframed oval face : talking in the dusk. Mary, Martha. Steered by an umbrella sword to the footlights : Mario the tenor.


.
25 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2271


—Or like Mario, Mr Bloom said.


.
26 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2272


—Yes, Red Murray agreed. But Mario was said to be the picture of Our Saviour.


.
27 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2273


Jesusmario with rougy cheeks, doublet and spindle legs. Hand on his heart. In Martha.
Co-ome thou lost one,
Co-ome thou dear one !


.
28 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2274


THE CROZIER AND THE PEN


.
29 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2275


—His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray said gravely.


.
30 avril 2018

#Ulysse 2276


They watched the knees, legs, boots vanish. Neck.


.
1er mai 2018

#Ulysse 2277


A telegram boy stepped in nimbly, threw an envelope on the counter and stepped off posthaste with a word :
— Freeman !


.
2 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2278


Mr Bloom said slowly :
— Well, he is one of our saviours also.


.
3 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2279


A meek smile accompanied him as he lifted the counterflap, as he passed in through a sidedoor and along the warm dark stairs and passage, along the now reverberating boards. But will he save the circulation ? Thumping. Thumping.


.
4 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2280


He pushed in the glass swingdoor and entered, stepping over strewn packing paper.


.
5 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2281


Through a lane of clanking drums he made his way towards Nannetti’s reading closet.


.
6 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2282


WITH UNFEIGNED REGRET IT IS WE ANNOUNCE THE DISSOLUTION OF A MOST RESPECTED DUBLIN BURGESS


.
7 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2283


Hynes here too : account of the funeral probably.


.
8 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2284


Thumping. Thump.


.
9 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2285


This morning the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.


.
10 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2286


Machines. Smash a man to atoms if they got him caught. Rule the world today.


.
11 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2287


His machineries are pegging away too.


.
12 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2288


Like these, got out of hand : fermenting.


.
13 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2289


Working away, tearing away.


.
14 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2290


And that old grey rat tearing to get in.


.
15 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2291


HOW A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS TURNED OUT


.
16 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2292


Mr Bloom halted behind the foreman’s spare body, admiring a glossy crown.


.
17 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2293


Strange he never saw his real country. Ireland my country.


.
18 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2294


Member for College green.


.
19 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2295


He boomed that workaday worker tack for all it was worth.


.
20 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2296


It’s the ads and side features sell a weekly, not the stale news in the official gazette.


.
21 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2297


Queen Anne is dead. Published by authority in the year one thousand and.


.
22 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2298


Demesne situate in the townland of Rosenallis, barony of Tinnahinch.


.
23 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2299


To all whom it may concern schedule pursuant to statute showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from Ballina.


.
24 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2300


Nature notes. Cartoons. Phil Blake’s weekly Pat and Bull story. Uncle Toby’s page for tiny tots. Country bumpkin’s queries. Dear Mr Editor, what is a good cure for flatulence ? I’d like that part. Learn a lot teaching others. The personal note. M. A. P. Mainly all pictures. Shapely bathers on golden strand. World’s biggest balloon. Double marriage of sisters celebrated. Two bridegrooms laughing heartily at each other.


.
25 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2301


Cuprani too, printer. More Irish than the Irish.


.
26 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2302


The machines clanked in threefour time. Thump, thump, thump.


.
27 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2303


Now if he got paralysed there and no-one knew how to stop them they’d clank on and on the same, print it over and over and up and back. Monkey- doodle the whole thing. Want a cool head.


.
28 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2304


—Well, get it into the evening edition, councillor, Hynes said.


.
29 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2305


Soon be calling him my lord mayor. Long John is backing him, they say.


.
30 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2306


The foreman, without answering, scribbled press on a corner of the sheet and made a sign to a typesetter. He handed the sheet silently over the dirty glass screen.


.
31 mai 2018

#Ulysse 2307


—Right : thanks, Hynes said moving off.


.
1er juin 2018

#Ulysse 2308


Mr Bloom stood in his way.


.
2 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2309


—If you want to draw the cashier is just going to lunch, he said, pointing backward with his thumb.


.
3 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2310


—Did you ? Hynes asked.


.
4 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2311


—Mm, Mr Bloom said. Look sharp and you’ll catch him.


.
5 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2312


—Thanks, old man, Hynes said. I’ll tap him too.


.
6 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2313


He hurried on eagerly towards the Freeman’s Journal.


.
7 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2314


Three bob I lent him in Meagher’s. Three weeks. Third hint.


.
8 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2315


WE SEE THE CANVASSER AT WORK


.
9 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2316


Mr Bloom laid his cutting on Mr Nannetti’s desk.


.
10 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2317


—Excuse me, councillor, he said. This ad, you see. Keyes, you remember ?


.
11 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2318



.
12 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2319


—He wants it in for July, Mr Bloom said.


.
13 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2320


The foreman moved his pencil towards it.


.
14 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2321


—But wait, Mr Bloom said. He wants it changed. Keyes, you see. He wants two keys at the top.


.
15 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2322


Hell of a racket they make. He doesn’t hear it. Nannan. Iron nerves. Maybe he understands what I.


.
16 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2323


The foreman turned round to hear patiently and, lifting an elbow, began to scratch slowly in the armpit of his alpaca jacket.


.
17 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2324


—Like that, Mr Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top.


.
18 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2325


Let him take that in first.


.
19 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2326


Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the cross he had made, saw the
foreman’s sallow face, think he has a touch of jaundice, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Clank it. Clank it. Miles of it unreeled. What becomes of it after ? O, wrap up meat, parcels : various uses, thousand and one things.


.
20 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2327


Slipping his words deftly into the pauses of the clanking he drew swiftly on the scarred woodwork.


.
21 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2328


HOUSE OF KEY(E)S


.
22 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2329


—Like that, see. Two crossed keys here. A circle. Then here the name. Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant. So on.


.
23 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2330


Better not teach him his own business.


.
24 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2331


—You know yourself, councillor, just what he wants. Then round the top in leaded : the house of keys. You see ? Do you think that’s a good idea ?


.
25 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2332


The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched there quietly.


.
26 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2333


—The idea, Mr Bloom said, is the house of keys. You know, councillor, the Manx parliament. Innuendo of home rule. Tourists, you know, from the isle of Man. Catches the eye, you see. Can you do that ?


.
27 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2334


I could ask him perhaps about how to pronounce that voglio. But then if he didn’t know only make it awkward for him. Better not.


.
28 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2335


—We can do that, the foreman said. Have you the design ?


.
29 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2336


—I can get it, Mr Bloom said. It was in a Kilkenny paper. He has a house there too. I’ll just run out and ask him. Well, you can do that and just a little par calling attention. You know the usual. Highclass licensed premises. Longfelt want. So on.


.
30 juin 2018

#Ulysse 2337


The foreman thought for an instant.
— We can do that, he said. Let him give us a three months’ renewal.


.
1er juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2338


A typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. He began to check it silently.


.
2 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2339


Mr Bloom stood by, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching the silent typesetters at their cases.


.
3 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2340


ORTHOGRAPHICAL


.
4 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2341


Want to be sure of his spelling. Proof fever.


.
5 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2342


Martin Cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning.


.
6 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2343


It is amusing to view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it ? double ess ment of a harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry with a y of a peeled pear under a cemetery wall. Silly, isn’t it ?


.
7 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2344


Cemetery put in of course on account of the symmetry.


.
8 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2345


I should have said when he clapped on his topper. Thank you. I ought to have said something about an old hat or something. No. I could have said. Looks as good as new now. See his phiz then.


.
9 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2346


Sllt. The nethermost deck of the first machine jogged forward its flyboard with sllt the first batch of quirefolded papers. Sllt. Almost human the way it sllt to call attention. Doing its level best to speak. That door too sllt creaking, asking to be shut. Everything speaks in its own way. Sllt.


.
10 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2347


NOTED CHURCHMAN AN OCCASIONAL CONTRIBUTOR


.
11 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2348


The foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying :
— Wait. Where’s the archbishop’s letter ? It’s to be repeated in the Telegraph. Where’s what’s his name ?


.
12 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2349


He looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.


.
13 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2350


—Monks, sir ? a voice asked from the castingbox.


.
14 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2351


—Ay. Where’s Monks ?


.
15 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2352


—Monks !


.
16 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2353


Mr Bloom took up his cutting. Time to get out.


.
17 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2354


—Then I’ll get the design, Mr Nannetti, he said, and you’ll give it a good place I know.


.
18 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2355


—Monks !


.
19 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2356


—Yes, sir.


.
20 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2357


Three months’ renewal. Want to get some wind off my chest first. Try it anyhow. Rub in August : good idea : horseshow month. Ballsbridge. Tourists over for the show.


.
21 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2358


A DAYFATHER


.
22 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2359


He walked on through the caseroom passing an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Old Monks, the dayfather.


.
23 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2360


Queer lot of stuff he must have put through his hands in his time : obituary notices, pubs’ ads, speeches, divorce suits, found drowned.


.
24 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2361


Nearing the end of his tether now.


.
26 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2362


Sober serious man with a bit in the savingsbank I’d say. Wife a good cook and washer. Daughter working the machine in the parlour. Plain Jane, no damn nonsense.


.
27 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2363


AND IT WAS THE FEAST OF THE PASSOVER


.
28 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2364


He stayed in his walk to watch a typesetter neatly distributing type.


.
29 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2365


Reads it backwards first. Quickly he does it. Must require some practice that. mangiD kcirtaP.


.
30 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2366


Poor papa with his hagadah book, reading backwards with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year in Jerusalem. Dear, O dear !


.
31 juillet 2018

#Ulysse 2367


All that long business about that brought us out of the land of Egypt and into the house of bondage Alleluia.


.
1er août 2018

#Ulysse 2368


Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu. No, that’s the other.


.
2 août 2018

#Ulysse 2369


Then the twelve brothers, Jacob’s sons.


.
3 août 2018

#Ulysse 2370


And then the lamb and the cat and the dog and the stick and the water and the butcher.


.
4 août 2018

#Ulysse 2371


And then the angel of death kills the butcher and he kills the ox and the dog kills the cat.


.
5 août 2018

#Ulysse 2372


Sounds a bit silly till you come to look into it well.


.
6 août 2018

#Ulysse 2373


Justice it means but it’s everybody eating everyone else. That’s what life is after all.


.
7 août 2018

#Ulysse 2374


How quickly he does that job. Practice makes perfect. Seems to see with his fingers.


.
8 août 2018

#Ulysse 2375


Mr Bloom passed on out of the clanking noises through the gallery on to the landing.


.
9 août 2018

#Ulysse 2376


Now am I going to tram it out all the way and then catch him out perhaps.


.
10 août 2018

#Ulysse 2377


Better phone him up first.


.
11 août 2018

#Ulysse 2378


Number ? Yes. Same as Citron’s house. Twentyeight. Twentyeight double four.


.
12 août 2018

#Ulysse 2379


ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP


.
13 août 2018

#Ulysse 2380


He went down the house staircase.


.
14 août 2018

#Ulysse 2381


Who the deuce scrawled all over those walls with matches ?


.
15 août 2018

#Ulysse 2382


Looks as if they did it for a bet.


.
16 août 2018

#Ulysse 2383


Heavy greasy smell there always is in those works. Lukewarm glue in Thom’s next door when I was there.


.
17 août 2018

#Ulysse 2384


He took out his handkerchief to dab his nose.


.
18 août 2018

#Ulysse 2385


Citronlemon ? Ah, the soap I put there.


.
19 août 2018

#Ulysse 2386


Lose it out of that pocket.


.
20 août 2018

#Ulysse 2387


Putting back his handkerchief he took out the soap and stowed it away, buttoned, into the hip pocket of his trousers.


.
21 août 2018

#Ulysse 2388


What perfume does your wife use ? I could go home still : tram : something I forgot. Just to see : before : dressing. No. Here. No.


.
22 août 2018

#Ulysse 2389


A sudden screech of laughter came from the Evening Telegraph office. Know who that is. What’s up ? Pop in a minute to phone. Ned Lambert it is.


.
23 août 2018

#Ulysse 2390


He entered softly.


.
24 août 2018

#Ulysse 2391


ERIN, GREEN GEM OF THE SILVER SEA


.
25 août 2018

#Ulysse 2392


—The ghost walks, professor MacHugh murmured softly, biscuitfully to the dusty windowpane.


.
26 août 2018

#Ulysse 2393


Mr Dedalus, staring from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert’s quizzing face, asked of it sourly :
— Agonising Christ, wouldn’t it give you a heartburn on your arse ?


.
27 août 2018

#Ulysse 2394


Ned Lambert, seated on the table, read on :
— Or again, note the meanderings of some purling rill as it babbles on its
way, tho’ quarrelling with the stony obstacles, to the tumbling waters of Neptune’s blue domain, ’mid mossy banks, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the glorious sunlight or ’neath the shadows cast o’er its pensive bosom by the overarching leafage of the giants of the forest. What about that, Simon ? he asked over the fringe of his newspaper. How’s that for high ?


.
28 août 2018

#Ulysse 2395


—Changing his drink, Mr Dedalus said.


.
29 août 2018

#Ulysse 2396


Ned Lambert, laughing, struck the newspaper on his knees, repeating :
— The pensive bosom and the overarsing leafage. O boys ! O boys !


.
30 août 2018

#Ulysse 2397


—And Xenophon looked upon Marathon, Mr Dedalus said, looking again on the fireplace and to the window, and Marathon looked on the sea.


.
31 août 2018

#Ulysse 2398


—That will do, professor MacHugh cried from the window. I don’t want to hear any more of the stuff.


.
1er septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2399


He ate off the crescent of water biscuit he had been nibbling and, hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his other hand.


.
2 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2400


High falutin stuff. Bladderbags.


.
3 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2401


Ned Lambert is taking a day off I see. Rather upsets a man’s day, a funeral does.


.
4 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2402


He has influence they say.


.
5 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2403


Old Chatterton, the vicechancellor, is his granduncle or his greatgranduncle.


.
6 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2404


Close on ninety they say.


.
7 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2405


Subleader for his death written this long time perhaps.


.
8 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2406


Living to spite them. Might go first himself.


.
9 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2407


Johnny, make room for your uncle. The right honourable Hedges Eyre Chatterton.


.
10 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2408


Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days.


.
11 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2409


Windfall when he kicks out. Alleluia.


.
12 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2410


—Just another spasm, Ned Lambert said.


.
13 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2411


—What is it ? Mr Bloom asked.


.
14 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2412


—A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh answered with pomp of tone. Our lovely land.


.
15 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2413


SHORT BUT TO THE POINT


.
16 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2414


—Whose land ? Mr Bloom said simply.


.
17 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2415


—Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With an accent on the whose.


.
18 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2416


—Dan Dawson’s land Mr Dedalus said.


.
19 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2417


—Is it his speech last night ? Mr Bloom asked.


.
20 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2418


Ned Lambert nodded.
— But listen to this, he said.


.
21 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2419


The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was pushed in.


.
22 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2420


—Excuse me, J. J. O’Molloy said, entering.


.
23 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2421


Mr Bloom moved nimbly aside.
— I beg yours, he said.


.
24 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2422


—Good day, Jack.


.
25 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2423


—Come in. Come in.


.
26 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2424


—Good day.


.
27 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2425


—How are you, Dedalus ?


.
28 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2426


—Well. And yourself ?


.
29 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2427


J. J. O’Molloy shook his head.


.
30 septembre 2018

#Ulysse 2428


SAD


.
1er octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2429


Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be.


.
2 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2430


Decline, poor chap. That hectic flush spells finis for a man.


.
3 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2431


Touch and go with him.


.
4 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2432


What’s in the wind, I wonder. Money worry.


.
5 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2433


—Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.


.
6 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2434


—You’re looking extra.


.
7 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2435


—Is the editor to be seen ? J. J. O’Molloy asked, looking towards the inner door.


.
8 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2436


—Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He’s in his sanctum with Lenehan.


.
9 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2437


J. J. O’Molloy strolled to the sloping desk and began to turn back the pink pages of the file.


.
10 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2438


Practice dwindling. A mighthavebeen. Losing heart. Gambling. Debts of honour. Reaping the whirlwind. Used to get good retainers from D. and T. Fitzgerald. Their wigs to show the grey matter. Brains on their sleeve like the statue in Glasnevin. Believe he does some literary work for the Express with Gabriel Conroy. Wellread fellow. Myles Crawford began on the Independent. Funny the way those newspaper men veer about when they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same breath. Wouldn’t know which to believe. One story good till you hear the next. Go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows over. Hail fellow well met the next moment.


.
11 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2439


—Ah, listen to this for God’ sake, Ned Lambert pleaded. Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks...


.
12 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2440


—Bombast ! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated windbag !


.
13 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2441


—Peaks, Ned Lambert went on, towering high on high, to bathe our souls, as it were...


.
14 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2442


—Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God ! Yes ? Is he taking anything for it ?


.
15 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2443


—As ’twere, in the peerless panorama of Ireland’s portfolio, unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for very beauty, of bosky grove and undulating plain and luscious pastureland of vernal green, steeped in the transcendent translucent glow of our mild mysterious Irish twilight...


.
16 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2444


—The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet.


.
17 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2445


HIS NATIVE DORIC


.
18 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2446


—That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence...


.
19 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2447


—O ! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and onions ! That’ll do, Ned. Life is too short.


.
20 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2448


He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers.


.
21 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2449


Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper aside, chuckling with delight. An instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh’s unshaven blackspectacled face.


.
22 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2450


—Doughy Daw ! he cried.


.
23 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2451


WHAT WETHERUP SAID


.
24 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2452


All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot cake that stuff.


.
25 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2453


He was in the bakery line too, wasn’t he ?


.
26 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2454


Why they call him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow.


.
27 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2455


Daughter engaged to that chap in the inland revenue office with the motor.


.
28 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2456


Hooked that nicely. Entertainments. Open house. Big blowout.


.
29 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2457


Wetherup always said that. Get a grip of them by the stomach.


.
30 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2458


The inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face, crested by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in.


.
31 octobre 2018

#Ulysse 2459


The bold blue eyes stared about them and the harsh voice asked :
— What is it ?


.
1er novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2460


—And here comes the sham squire himself ! professor MacHugh said grandly.


.
2 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2461


—Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue ! the editor said in recognition.


.
3 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2462


—Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink after that.


.
4 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2463


—Drink ! the editor cried. No drinks served before mass.


.
5 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2464


—Quite right too, Mr Dedalus said, going out. Come on, Ned.


.
6 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2465


Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor’s blue eyes roved towards Mr Bloom’s face, shadowed by a smile.


.
7 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2466


—Will you join us, Myles ? Ned Lambert asked.


.
8 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2467


MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED


.
9 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2468


—North Cork militia ! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece. We won every time ! North Cork and Spanish officers !


.
10 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2469


—Where was that, Myles ? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at his toecaps.


.
11 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2470


—In Ohio ! the editor shouted.


.
12 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2471


—So it was, begad, Ned Lambert agreed.


.
13 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2472


Passing out he whispered to J. J. O’Molloy :
— Incipient jigs. Sad case.


.
14 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2473


—Ohio ! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face. My Ohio !


.
15 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2474


—A perfect cretic ! the professor said. Long, short and long.


.
16 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2475


He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant unwashed teeth.
— Bingbang, bangbang.


.
17 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2476


Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door.


.
18 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2477


—Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to phone about an ad.


.
19 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2478


He went in.


.
20 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2479


—What about that leader this evening ? professor MacHugh asked, coming to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder.


.
21 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2480


—That’ll be all right, Myles Crawford said more calmly. Never you fret. Hello, Jack. That’s all right.


.
22 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2481


—Good day, Myles, J. J. O’Molloy said, letting the pages he held slip limply back on the file. Is that Canada swindle case on today ?


.
23 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2482


The telephone whirred inside.


.
24 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2483


—Twentyeight... No, twenty... Double four... Yes.


.
25 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2484


SPOT THE WINNER


.
26 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2485


Lenehan came out of the inner office with SPORT’S tissues.
— Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup ? he asked. Sceptre with O. Madden up.


.
27 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2486


He tossed the tissues on to the table.


.
28 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2487


Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door was flung open.


.
29 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2488


—Hush, Lenehan said. I hear feetstoops.


.
30 novembre 2018

#Ulysse 2489


Professor MacHugh strode across the room and seized the cringing urchin by the collar as the others scampered out of the hall and down the steps.


.
1er décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2490


The tissues rustled up in the draught, floated softly in the air blue scrawls and under the table came to earth.


.
2 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2491


—It wasn’t me, sir. It was the big fellow shoved me, sir.


.
3 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2492


—Throw him out and shut the door, the editor said. There’s a hurricane blowing.


.
4 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2493


Lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floor, grunting as he stooped twice.


.
5 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2494


—Waiting for the racing special, sir, the newsboy said. It was Pat Farrell shoved me, sir.


.
6 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2495


He pointed to two faces peering in round the doorframe.
— Him, sir.


.
7 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2496


—Out of this with you, professor MacHugh said gruffly.


.
8 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2497


He hustled the boy out and banged the door to.


.
9 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2498


J. J. O’Molloy turned the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking :
— Continued on page six, column four.


.
10 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2499


—Yes, Evening Telegraph here, Mr Bloom phoned from the inner office. Is the boss... ? Yes, Telegraph... To where ? Aha ! Which auction rooms ?... Aha ! I see... Right. I’ll catch him.


.
11 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2500


A COLLISION ENSUES


.
12 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2501


The bell whirred again as he rang off.


.
13 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2502


He came in quickly and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with the second tissue.


.
14 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2503


—Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan said, clutching him for an instant and making a grimace.


.
15 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2504


—My fault, Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Are you hurt ? I’m in a hurry.


.
16 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2505


—Knee, Lenehan said.


.
17 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2506


He made a comic face and whined, rubbing his knee :
— The accumulation of the anno Domini.


.
18 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2507


—Sorry, Mr Bloom said.


.
19 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2508


He went to the door and, holding it ajar, paused.


.
20 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2509


J. J. O’Molloy slapped the heavy pages over.


.
21 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2510


The noise of two shrill voices, a mouthorgan, echoed in the bare hallway from the newsboys squatted on the doorsteps :
—We are the boys of Wexford Who fought with heart and hand.


.
22 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2511


EXIT BLOOM


.
23 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2512


—I’m just running round to Bachelor’s walk, Mr Bloom said, about this ad of Keyes’s. Want to fix it up. They tell me he’s round there in Dillon’s.


.
24 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2513


He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces.


.
25 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2514


The editor who, leaning against the mantelshelf, had propped his head on his hand, suddenly stretched forth an arm amply.


.
26 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2515


—Begone ! he said. The world is before you.


.
27 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2516


—Back in no time, Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.


.
28 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2517


J. J. O’Molloy took the tissues from Lenehan’s hand and read them, blowing them apart gently, without comment.


.
29 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2518


—He’ll get that advertisement, the professor said, staring through his blackrimmed spectacles over the crossblind. Look at the young scamps after him.


.
30 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2519


—Show. Where ? Lenehan cried, running to the window.


.
31 décembre 2018

#Ulysse 2520


A STREET CORTEGE


.
1er janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2521


Both smiled over the crossblind at the file of capering newsboys in Mr Bloom’s wake, the last zigzagging white on the breeze a mocking kite, a tail of white bowknots.


.
2 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2522


—Look at the young guttersnipe behind him hue and cry, Lenehan said, and you’ll kick. O, my rib risible ! Taking off his flat spaugs and the walk. Small nines. Steal upon larks.


.
3 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2523


He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the floor on sliding feet past the fireplace to J. J. O’Molloy who placed the tissues in his receiving hands.


.
4 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2524


—What’s that ? Myles Crawford said with a start. Where are the other two gone ?


.
5 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2525


—Who ? the professor said, turning. They’re gone round to the Oval for a drink. Paddy Hooper is there with Jack Hall. Came over last night.


.
6 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2526


—Come on then, Myles Crawford said. Where’s my hat ?


.
7 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2527


He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket, jingling his keys in his back pocket.


.
8 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2528


They jingled then in the air and against the wood as he locked his desk drawer.


.
9 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2529


—He’s pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.


.
10 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2530


—Seems to be, J. J. O’Molloy said, taking out a cigarettecase in murmuring meditation, but it is not always as it seems. Who has the most matches ?


.
11 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2531


THE CALUMET OF PEACE


.
12 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2532


He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one himself.


.
13 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2533


Lenehan promptly struck a match for them and lit their cigarettes in turn. J. J. O’Molloy opened his case again and offered it.


.
14 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2534


J. J. O’Molloy opened his case again and offered it.


.
15 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2535


—Thanky vous, Lenehan said, helping himself.


.
16 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2536


The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on his brow.


.
17 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2537


He declaimed in song, pointing sternly at professor MacHugh :
—’Twas rank and fame that tempted thee, ’Twas empire charmed thy heart.


.
18 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2538


The professor grinned, locking his long lips.


.
19 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2539


—Eh ? You bloody old Roman empire ? Myles Crawford said.


.
20 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2540


He took a cigarette from the open case.


.
21 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2541


Lenehan, lighting it for him with quick grace, said :
— Silence for my brandnew riddle !


.
22 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2542


—Imperium romanum, J. J. O’Molloy said gently. It sounds nobler than British or Brixton. The word reminds one somehow of fat in the fire.


.
23 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2543


Myles Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the ceiling.


.
24 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2544


—That’s it, he said. We are the fat. You and I are the fat in the fire. We haven’t got the chance of a snowball in hell.


.
25 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2545


THE GRANDEUR THAT WAS ROME


.
26 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2546


—Wait a moment, professor MacHugh said, raising two quiet claws. We mustn’t be led away by words, by sounds of words. We think of Rome, imperial, imperious, imperative.


.
27 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2547


He extended elocutionary arms from frayed stained shirtcuffs, pausing :


.
28 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2548


—What was their civilisation ? Vast, I allow : but vile. Cloacae : sewers. The Jews in the wilderness and on the mountaintop said : It is meet to be here. Let us build an altar to Jehovah. The Roman, like the Englishman who follows in his footsteps, brought to every new shore on which he set his foot (on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal obsession. He gazed about him in his toga and he said : It is meet to be here. Let us construct a watercloset.


.
29 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2549


—Which they accordingly did do, Lenehan said. Our old ancient ancestors, as we read in the first chapter of Guinness’s, were partial to the running stream.


.
30 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2550


—They were nature’s gentlemen, J. J. O’Molloy murmured. But we have also Roman law.


.
31 janvier 2019

#Ulysse 2551


—And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh responded.


.
1er février 2019

#Ulysse 2552


—Do you know that story about chief baron Palles ? J. J. O’Molloy asked. It was at the royal university dinner. Everything was going swimmingly...


.
2 février 2019

#Ulysse 2553


—First my riddle, Lenehan said. Are you ready ?


.
3 février 2019

#Ulysse 2554


Mr O’Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in from the hallway.


.
4 février 2019

#Ulysse 2555


Stephen Dedalus, behind him, uncovered as he entered.


.
5 février 2019

#Ulysse 2556


—Entrez, mes enfants ! Lenehan cried.


.
6 février 2019

#Ulysse 2557


—I escort a suppliant, Mr O’Madden Burke said melodiously. Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.


.
14 février 2019

#Ulysse 2558


—How do you do ? the editor said, holding out a hand. Come in. Your governor is just gone.


.
15 février 2019

#Ulysse 2559


 ???


.
16 février 2019

#Ulysse 2560


Lenehan said to all :
— Silence ! What opera resembles a railwayline ? Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.


.
17 février 2019

#Ulysse 2561


Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the title and signature.


.
18 février 2019

#Ulysse 2562


—Who ? the editor asked.


.
19 février 2019

#Ulysse 2563


Bit torn off.


.
20 février 2019

#Ulysse 2564


—Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said.


.
21 février 2019

#Ulysse 2565


—That old pelters, the editor said. Who tore it ? Was he short taken ?

On swift sail flaming
From storm and south
He comes, pale vampire,
Mouth to my mouth.


.
22 février 2019

#Ulysse 2566


—Good day, Stephen, the professor said, coming to peer over their shoulders. Foot and mouth ? Are you turned... ?


.
23 février 2019

#Ulysse 2567


Bullockbefriending bard.


.
24 février 2019

#Ulysse 2568


SHINDY IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT


.
25 février 2019

#Ulysse 2569


—Good day, sir, Stephen answered blushing. The letter is not mine. Mr Garrett Deasy asked me to...


.
26 février 2019

#Ulysse 2570


—O, I know him, Myles Crawford said, and I knew his wife too. The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. By Jesus, she had the foot and mouth disease and no mistake ! The night she threw the soup in the waiter’s face in the Star and Garter. Oho !


.
27 février 2019

#Ulysse 2571


A woman brought sin into the world. For Helen, the runaway wife of Menelaus, ten years the Greeks. O’Rourke, prince of Breffni.


.
28 février 2019

#Ulysse 2572


—Is he a widower ? Stephen asked.


.
1er mars 2019

#Ulysse 2573


—Ay, a grass one, Myles Crawford said, his eye running down the typescript. Emperor’s horses. Habsburg. An Irishman saved his life on the ramparts of Vienna. Don’t you forget ! Maximilian Karl O’Donnell, graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. Sent his heir over to make the king an Austrian fieldmarshal now. Going to be trouble there one day. Wild geese. O yes, every time. Don’t you forget that !


.
2 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2574


—The moot point is did he forget it, J. J. O’Molloy said quietly, turning a horseshoe paperweight. Saving princes is a thank you job.


.
3 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2575


Professor MacHugh turned on him.
— And if not ? he said.


.
4 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2576


—I’ll tell you how it was, Myles Crawford began. A Hungarian it was one day...


.
5 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2577


LOST CAUSES
NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED


.
6 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2578


—We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. We were never loyal to the successful. We serve them. I teach the blatant Latin language. I speak the tongue of a race the acme of whose mentality is the maxim : time is money. Material domination. Domine ! Lord ! Where is the spirituality ? Lord Jesus ? Lord Salisbury ? A sofa in a westend club. But the Greek !


.
7 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2579


KYRIE ELEISON !


.
8 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2580


A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips.


.
9 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2581


—The Greek ! he said again. Kyrios ! Shining word ! The vowels the Semite and the Saxon know not. Kyrie ! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the mind. Kyrie eleison ! The closetmaker and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We are liege subjects of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at Trafalgar and of the empire of the spirit, not an imperium, that went under with the Athenian fleets at Aegospotami. Yes, yes. They went under. Pyrrhus, misled by an oracle, made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece. Loyal to a lost cause.


.
10 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2582



.
11 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2583


—They went forth to battle, Mr O’Madden Burke said greyly, but they always fell.


.
12 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2584


—Boohoo ! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in the latter half of the matinée. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus !


.
13 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2585


He whispered then near Stephen’s ear :


.
14 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2586


LENEHAN’S LIMERICK


.
15 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2587


—There’s a ponderous pundit MacHugh
Who wears goggles of ebony hue.
As he mostly sees double
To wear them why trouble ?
I can’t see the Joe Miller. Can you ?


.
16 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2588


In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead.


.
17 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2589


Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket.
— That’ll be all right, he said. I’ll read the rest after. That’ll be all right.


.
18 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2590


Lenehan extended his hands in protest.


.
19 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2591


—But my riddle ! he said. What opera is like a railwayline ?


.
20 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2592


—Opera ? Mr O’Madden Burke’s sphinx face reriddled.


.
21 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2593


Lenehan announced gladly :
— The Rose of Castile. See the wheeze ? Rows of cast steel. Gee !


.
22 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2594


He poked Mr O’Madden Burke mildly in the spleen.


.
23 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2595


Mr O’Madden Burke fell back with grace on his umbrella, feigning a gasp.


.
24 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2596


—Help ! he sighed. I feel a strong weakness.


.
25 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2597


Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned his face rapidly with the rustling tissues.


.
26 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2598


The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his hand across Stephen’s and Mr O’Madden Burke’s loose ties.


.
27 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2599


—Paris, past and present, he said. You look like communards.


.
28 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2600


—Like fellows who had blown up the Bastile, J. J. O’Molloy said in quiet mockery. Or was it you shot the lord lieutenant of Finland between you ? You look as though you had done the deed. General Bobrikoff.


.
29 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2601


—We were only thinking about it, Stephen said.


.
30 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2602


OMNIUM GATHERUM


.
31 mars 2019

#Ulysse 2603


—All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Law, the classics ...


.
1er avril 2019

#Ulysse 2604


—The turf, Lenehan put in.


.
2 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2605


—Literature, the press.


.
3 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2606


—If Bloom were here, the professor said. The gentle art of advertisement.


.
4 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2607


—And Madam Bloom, Mr O’Madden Burke added. The vocal muse. Dublin’s prime favourite.


.
5 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2608


Lenehan gave a loud cough.
— Ahem ! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath air ! I caught a cold in the park. The gate was open.


.
6 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2609


"YOU CAN DO IT !"


.
7 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2610


The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen’s shoulder.


.
8 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2611


—I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite in it. You can do it. I see it in your face. In the lexicon of youth .....


.
9 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2612


See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.


.
10 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2613


—Foot and mouth disease ! the editor cried in scornful invective. Great nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. All balls ! Bulldosing the public ! Give them something with a bite in it. Put us all into it, damn its soul. Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M‘Carthy.


.
11 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2614


—We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O’Madden Burke said.


.
12 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2615


Stephen raised his eyes to the bold unheeding stare.


.
13 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2616


—He wants you for the pressgang, J. J. O’Molloy said.


.
14 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2617


THE GREAT GALLAHER


.
15 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2618


—You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in emphasis. Wait a minute. We’ll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher used to say when he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the Clarence. Gallaher, that was a pressman for you. That was a pen. You know how he made his mark ? I’ll tell you. That was the smartest piece of journalism ever known. That was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of the invincibles, murder in the Phoenix park, before you were born, I sup- pose. I’ll show you.


.
16 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2619


He pushed past them to the files.


.
17 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2620


—Look at here, he said turning. The New York World cabled for a spe- cial. Remember that time ?


.
18 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2621


Professor MacHugh nodded.


.
19 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2622


—New York World, the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw hat. Where it took place. Tim Kelly, or Kavanagh I mean. Joe Brady and the rest of them. Where Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Whole route, see ?


.
20 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2623


—Skin-the-Goat, Mr O’Madden Burke said. Fitzharris. He has that cabman’s shelter, they say, down there at Butt bridge. Holohan told me. You know Holohan ?


.
21 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2624


—Hop and carry one, is it ? Myles Crawford said.


.
22 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2625


—And poor Gumley is down there too, so he told me, minding stones for the corporation. A night watchman.


.
23 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2626


Stephen turned in surprise.
— Gumley ? he said. You don’t say so ? A friend of my father’s, is it ?


.
24 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2627


—Never mind Gumley, Myles Crawford cried angrily. Let Gumley mind the stones, see they don’t run away. Look at here. What did Ignatius Gallaher do ? I’ll tell you. Inspiration of genius. Cabled right away. Have you Weekly Freeman of 17 March ? Right. Have you got that ?


.
25 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2628


He flung back pages of the files and stuck his finger on a point.


.
26 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2629


—Take page four, advertisement for Bransome’s coffee, let us say. Have you got that ? Right.


.
27 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2630


The telephone whirred.


.
28 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2631


A DISTANT VOICE


.
29 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2632


—I’ll answer it, the professor said, going.


.
30 avril 2019

#Ulysse 2633


—B is parkgate. Good.


.
1er mai 2019

#Ulysse 2634


His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating.


.
2 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2635


—T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon gate.


.
3 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2636


The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock’s wattles.


.
4 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2637


An illstarched dicky jutted up and with a rude gesture he thrust it back into his waistcoat.


.
5 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2638


—Hello ? Evening Telegraph here. Hello ? ... Who’s there ? ... Yes ... Yes .... Yes.


.
6 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2639


—F to P is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an alibi, Inchicore, Roundtown, Windy Arbour, Palmerston Park, Ranelagh. F. A. B. P. Got that ? X is Davy’s publichouse in upper Leeson street.


.
7 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2640


The professor came to the inner door.
— Bloom is at the telephone, he said.


.
8 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2641


—Tell him go to hell, the editor said promptly. X is Davy’s publichouse, see ?


.
9 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2642


CLEVER, VERY


.
10 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2643


—Clever, Lenehan said. Very.


.
11 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2644


—Gave it to them on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the whole bloody history.


.
12 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2645


Nightmare from which you will never awake.


.
13 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2646


—I saw it, the editor said proudly. I was present. Dick Adams, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and myself.


.
14 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2647


Lenehan bowed to a shape of air, announcing :
— Madam, I’m Adam. And Able was I ere I saw Elba.


.
15 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2648


—History ! Myles Crawford cried. The Old Woman of Prince’s street was there first. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that. Out of an advertisement. Gregor Grey made the design for it. That gave him the leg up. Then Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the Star. Now he’s got in with Blumenfeld. That’s press. That’s talent. Pyatt ! He was all their daddies !


.
16 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2649


—The father of scare journalism, Lenehan confirmed, and the brother-in-law of Chris Callinan.


.
17 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2650


—Hello ? Are you there ? Yes, he’s here still. Come across yourself.


.
18 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2651


—Where do you find a pressman like that now, eh ? the editor cried.


.
19 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2652


He flung the pages down.


.
20 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2653


—Clamn dever, Lenehan said to Mr O’Madden Burke.


.
21 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2654


—Very smart, Mr O’Madden Burke said.


.
22 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2655


Professor MacHugh came from the inner office.
— Talking about the invincibles, he said, did you see that some hawkers were up before the recorder ...


.
23 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2656


—O yes, J. J. O’Molloy said eagerly. Lady Dudley was walking home through the park to see all the trees that were blown down by that cyclone last year and thought she’d buy a view of Dublin. And it turned out to be a commemoration postcard of Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat. Right outside the viceregal lodge, imagine !.


.
24 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2657


—They’re only in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said. Psha ! Press and the bar ! Where have you a man now at the bar like those fellows, like Whiteside, like Isaac Butt, like silvertongued O’Hagan. Eh ? Ah, bloody nonsense. Psha ! Only in the halfpenny place.


.
25 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2658


His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.


.
26 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2659


Would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss ? How do you know ? Why did you write it then ?


.
27 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2660


RHYMES AND REASONS


.
28 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2661


Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway ? Or the south a mouth ? Must be some. South, pout, out, shout, drouth. Rhymes : two men dressed the same, looking the same, two by two.


.
29 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2662


. . . . . . . . la tua pace
. . . . . che parlar ti piace
Mentre che il vento, come fa, si tace.


.
30 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2663


He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in russet, entwining, per l’aer perso, in mauve, in purple, quella pacifica oriafiamma, gold of oriflamme, di rimirar fè più ardenti. But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night : mouth south : tomb womb.


.
31 mai 2019

#Ulysse 2664


—Speak up for yourself, Mr O’Madden Burke said.


.
1er juin 2019

#Ulysse 2665


SUFFICIENT FOR THE DAY ...


.
2 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2666


J. J. O’Molloy, smiling palely, took up the gage.


.
3 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2667


—My dear Myles, he said, flinging his cigarette aside, you put a false construction on my words. I hold no brief, as at present advised, for the third profession qua profession but your Cork legs are running away with you. Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke ? Ignatius Gallaher we all know and his Chapelizod boss, Harmsworth of the farthing press, and his American cousin of the Bowery guttersheet not to mention Paddy Kelly’s Budget, Pue’s Occurrences and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle. Why bring in a master of forensic eloquence like Whiteside ? Sufficient for the day is the newspaper thereof.


.
4 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2668


LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE


.
5 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2669


—Grattan and Flood wrote for this very paper, the editor cried in his face. Irish volunteers. Where are you now ? Established 1763. Dr Lucas. Who have you now like John Philpot Curran ? Psha !


.
6 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2670


—Well, J. J. O’Molloy said, Bushe K. C., for example.


.
7 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2671


—Bushe ? the editor said. Well, yes : Bushe, yes. He has a strain of it in his blood. Kendal Bushe or I mean Seymour Bushe.


.
8 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2672


—He would have been on the bench long ago, the professor said, only for .... But no matter.


.
9 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2673


J. J. O’Molloy turned to Stephen and said quietly and slowly :
— One of the most polished periods I think I ever listened to in my life fell from the lips of Seymour Bushe. It was in that case of fratricide, the Childs murder case. Bushe defended him.


.
10 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2674


And in the porches of mine ear did pour.


.
11 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2675


By the way how did he find that out ? He died in his sleep. Or the other story, beast with two backs ?


.
12 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2676


—What was that ? the professor asked.


.
13 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2677


ITALIA, MAGISTRA ARTIUM


.
14 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2678


—He spoke on the law of evidence, J. J. O’Molloy said, of Roman justice as contrasted with the earlier Mosaic code, the lex talionis. And he cited the Moses of Michelangelo in the vatican.


.
15 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2679


—Ha.


.
16 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2680


—A few wellchosen words, Lenehan prefaced. Silence !


.
17 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2681


Pause. J. J. O’Molloy took out his cigarettecase.


.
18 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2682


False lull. Something quite ordinary.


.
19 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2683


Messenger took out his matchbox thoughtfully and lit his cigar.


.
20 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2684


I have often thought since on looking back over that strange time that it was that small act, trivial in itself, that striking of that match, that determined the whole aftercourse of both our lives.


.
21 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2685


A POLISHED PERIOD


.
22 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2686


J. J. O’Molloy resumed, moulding his words :
— He said of it : that stony effigy in frozen music, horned and terrible, of the human form divine, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of prophecy which, if aught that the imagination or the hand of sculptor has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live, deserves to live.


.
23 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2687


His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.


.
24 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2688


—Fine ! Myles Crawford said at once.


.
25 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2689


—The divine afflatus, Mr O’Madden Burke said.


.
26 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2690


—You like it ? J. J. O’Molloy asked Stephen.


.
27 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2691


Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed.


.
28 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2692


He took a cigarette from the case. J. J. O’Molloy offered his case to Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying :
— Muchibus thankibus.


.
29 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2693


A MAN OF HIGH MORALE


.
30 juin 2019

#Ulysse 2694


—Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, J. J. O’Molloy said to Stephen. What do you think really of that hermetic crowd, the opal hush poets : A. E. the mastermystic ? That Blavatsky woman started it. She was a nice old bag of tricks. A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer that you came to him in the small hours of the morning to ask him about planes of consciousness. Magennis thinks you must have been pulling A. E.’s leg. He is a man of the very highest morale, Magennis.


.
1er juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2695


Speaking about me. What did he say ? What did he say ? What did he say about me ? Don’t ask.


.
2 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2696


—No, thanks, professor MacHugh said, waving the cigarettecase aside. Wait a moment. Let me say one thing. The finest display of oratory I ever heard was a speech made by John F Taylor at the college historical society. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and the paper under debate was an essay (new for those days), advocating the revival of the Irish tongue.


.
3 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2697


He turned towards Myles Crawford and said :
— You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his discourse.


.
4 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2698


—He is sitting with Tim Healy, J. J. O’Molloy said, rumour has it, on the Trinity college estates commission.


.
5 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2699


—He is sitting with a sweet thing, Myles Crawford said, in a child’s frock. Go on. Well ?


.
6 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2700


—It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction I will not say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man’s contumely upon the new movement. It was then a new movement. We were weak, therefore worthless.


.
7 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2701


He closed his long thin lips an instant but, eager to be on, raised an outspanned hand to his spectacles and, with trembling thumb and ringfinger touching lightly the black rims, steadied them to a new focus.


.
8 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2702


IMPROMPTU


.
9 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2703


In ferial tone he addressed J. J. O’Molloy :
— Taylor had come there, you must know, from a sickbed. That he had prepared his speech I do not believe for there was not even one shorthandwriter in the hall. His dark lean face had a growth of shaggy beard round it. He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he looked (though he was not) a dying man.


.
10 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2704


His gaze turned at once but slowly from J. J. O’Molloy’s towards Stephen’s face and then bent at once to the ground, seeking.


.
11 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2705


His unglazed linen collar appeared behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.


.
12 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2706


Still seeking, he said :
— When Fitzgibbon’s speech had ended John F Taylor rose to reply. Briefly, as well as I can bring them to mind, his words were these.


.
13 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2707


He raised his head firmly. His eyes bethought themselves once more. Witless shellfish swam in the gross lenses to and fro, seeking outlet.


.
14 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2708


He began :
—Mr chairman, ladies and gentlemen : Great was my admiration in listening to the remarks addressed to the youth of Ireland a moment since by my learned friend. It seemed to me that I had been transported into a country far away from this country, into an age remote from this age, that I stood in ancient Egypt and that I was listening to the speech of some highpriest of that land addressed to the youthful Moses.


.
15 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2709


His listeners held their cigarettes poised to hear, their smokes ascending in frail stalks that flowered with his speech. And let our crooked smokes. Noble words coming. Look out. Could you try your hand at it yourself ?


.
16 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2710


— And it seemed to me that I heard the voice of that Egyptian highpriest raised in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride. I heard his words and their meaning was revealed to me.


.
17 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2711


FROM THE FATHERS


.
18 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2712


It was revealed to me that those things are good which yet are corrupted which neither if they were supremely good nor unless they were good could be corrupted. Ah, curse you ! That’s saint Augustine.


.
19 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2713


—Why will you jews not accept our culture, our religion and our language ? You are a tribe of nomad herdsmen : we are a mighty people. You have no cities nor no wealth : our cities are hives of humanity and our galleys, trireme and quadrireme, laden with all manner merchandise furrow the waters of the known globe. You have but emerged from primitive conditions : we have a literature, a priesthood, an agelong history and a polity.


.
20 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2714


Nile.


.
21 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2715


Child, man, effigy.


.
22 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2716


By the Nilebank the babemaries kneel, cradle of bulrushes : a man supple in combat : stonehorned, stonebearded, heart of stone.


.
23 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2717


—You pray to a local and obscure idol : our temples, majestic and mysterious, are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of Horus and Ammon Ra. Yours serfdom, awe and humbleness : ours thunder and the seas. Israel is weak and few are her children : Egypt is an host and terrible are her arms. Vagrants and daylabourers are you called : the world trembles at our name.


.
24 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2718


A dumb belch of hunger cleft his speech. He lifted his voice above it boldly :
—But, ladies and gentlemen, had the youthful Moses listened to and accepted that view of life, had he bowed his head and bowed his will and bowed his spirit before that arrogant admonition he would never have brought the chosen people out of their house of bondage, nor followed the pillar of the cloud by day. He would never have spoken with the Eternal amid lightnings on Sinai’s mountaintop nor ever have come down with the light of inspiration shining in his countenance and bearing in his arms the tables of the law, graven in the language of the outlaw.


.
25 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2719


He ceased and looked at them, enjoying a silence.


.
26 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2720


OMINOUS - FOR HIM !


.
27 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2721


J. J. O’Molloy said not without regret :
— And yet he died without having entered the land of promise.


.
28 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2722


—A sudden - at - the - moment - though - from - lingering - illness - often - previously - expectorated - demise, Lenehan added. And with a great future behind him.


.
29 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2723


The troop of bare feet was heard rushing along the hallway and pattering up the staircase.


.
30 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2724


—That is oratory, the professor said uncontradicted.


.
31 juillet 2019

#Ulysse 2725


Gone with the wind. Hosts at Mullaghmast and Tara of the kings. Miles of ears of porches. The tribune’s words, howled and scattered to the four winds. A people sheltered within his voice. Dead noise. Akasic records of all that ever anywhere wherever was. Love and laud him : me no more.


.
1er août 2019

#Ulysse 2726


I have money.


.
2 août 2019

#Ulysse 2727


—Gentlemen, Stephen said. As the next motion on the agenda paper may I suggest that the house do now adjourn ?


.
3 août 2019

#Ulysse 2728


—You take my breath away. It is not perchance a French compliment ? Mr O’Madden Burke asked. ’Tis the hour, methinks, when the winejug, metaphorically speaking, is most grateful in Ye ancient hostelry.


.
4 août 2019

#Ulysse 2729


—That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. All that are in favour say ay, Lenehan announced. The contrary no. I declare it carried. To which particular boosingshed ...? My casting vote is : Mooney’s !


.
5 août 2019

#Ulysse 2730


He led the way, admonishing :
— We will sternly refuse to partake of strong waters, will we not ? Yes, we will not. By no manner of means.


.
6 août 2019

#Ulysse 2731


Mr O’Madden Burke, following close, said with an ally’s lunge of his umbrella :
— Lay on, Macduff !


.
7 août 2019

#Ulysse 2732


—Chip of the old block ! the editor cried, clapping Stephen on the shoulder. Let us go. Where are those blasted keys ?


.
8 août 2019

#Ulysse 2733


He fumbled in his pocket pulling out the crushed typesheets.


.
9 août 2019

#Ulysse 2734


—Foot and mouth. I know. That’ll be all right. That’ll go in. Where are they ? That’s all right.


.
10 août 2019

#Ulysse 2735


He thrust the sheets back and went into the inner office.


.
11 août 2019

#Ulysse 2736


LET US HOPE


.
12 août 2019

#Ulysse 2737


J. J. O’Molloy, about to follow him in, said quietly to Stephen :
— I hope you will live to see it published. Myles, one moment.


.
13 août 2019

#Ulysse 2738


He went into the inner office, closing the door behind him.


.
14 août 2019

#Ulysse 2739


—Come along, Stephen, the professor said. That is fine, isn’t it ? It has the prophetic vision. Fuit Ilium ! The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms of this world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today.


.
15 août 2019

#Ulysse 2740


The first newsboy came pattering down the stairs at their heels and rushed out into the street, yelling :
— Racing special !


.
16 août 2019

#Ulysse 2741


Dublin. I have much, much to learn.


.
17 août 2019

#Ulysse 2742


They turned to the left along Abbey street.


.
18 août 2019

#Ulysse 2743


—I have a vision too, Stephen said.


.
19 août 2019

#Ulysse 2744


—Yes ? the professor said, skipping to get into step. Crawford will follow.


.
20 août 2019

#Ulysse 2745


Another newsboy shot past them, yelling as he ran :
— Racing special !


.
21 août 2019

#Ulysse 2746


DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN


.
22 août 2019

#Ulysse 2747


Dubliners.


.
23 août 2019

#Ulysse 2748


—Two Dublin vestals, Stephen said, elderly and pious, have lived fifty and fiftythree years in Fumbally’s lane.


.
24 août 2019

#Ulysse 2749


—Where is that ? the professor asked.


.
25 août 2019

#Ulysse 2750


—Off Blackpitts, Stephen said.


.
26 août 2019

#Ulysse 2751


Damp night reeking of hungry dough. Against the wall. Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. Frantic hearts. Akasic records. Quicker, darlint !


.
27 août 2019

#Ulysse 2752


On now. Dare it. Let there be life.


.
28 août 2019

#Ulysse 2753


—They want to see the views of Dublin from the top of Nelson’s pillar. They save up three and tenpence in a red tin letterbox moneybox. They shake out the threepenny bits and sixpences and coax out the pennies with the blade of a knife. Two and three in silver and one and seven in coppers. They put on their bonnets and best clothes and take their umbrellas for fear it may come on to rain.


.
29 août 2019

#Ulysse 2754


—Wise virgins, professor MacHugh said.


.
30 août 2019

#Ulysse 2755


LIFE ON THE RAW


.
31 août 2019

#Ulysse 2756


—They buy one and fourpenceworth of brawn and four slices of panloaf at the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins, proprietress. They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at the foot of Nelson’s pillar to take off the thirst of the brawn. They give two threepenny bits to the gentleman at the turnstile and begin to waddle slowly up the winding staircase, grunting, encouraging each other, afraid of the dark, panting, one asking the other have you the brawn, praising God and the Blessed Virgin, threatening to come down, peeping at the airslits. Glory be to God. They had no idea it was that high.


.
1er septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2757


Their names are Anne Kearns and Florence MacCabe.


.
2 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2758


Anne Kearns has the lumbago for which she rubs on Lourdes water, given her by a lady who got a bottleful from a passionist father.


.
3 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2759


Florence MacCabe takes a crubeen and a bottle of double X for supper every Saturday.


.
4 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2760


—Antithesis, the professor said nodding twice. Vestal virgins. I can see them. What’s keeping our friend ?


.
5 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2761


He turned.


.
6 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2762


A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the steps, scattering in all directions, yelling, their white papers fluttering.


.
7 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2763


Hard after them Myles Crawford appeared on the steps, his hat aureoling his scarlet face, talking with J. J. O’Molloy.


.
8 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2764


—Come along, the professor cried, waving his arm.


.
9 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2765


He set off again to walk by Stephen’s side.
— Yes, he said. I see them.


.
10 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2766


RETURN OF BLOOM


.
11 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2767


Mr Bloom, breathless, caught in a whirl of wild newsboys near the offices of the Irish Catholic and Dublin Penny Journal, called :
— Mr Crawford ! A moment !


.
12 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2768


—Telegraph ! Racing special !


.
13 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2769


—What is it ? Myles Crawford said, falling back a pace.


.
14 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2770


A newsboy cried in Mr Bloom’s face :
— Terrible tragedy in Rathmines ! A child bit by a bellows !


.
15 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2771


INTERVIEW WITH THE EDITOR


.
16 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2772


—Just this ad, Mr Bloom said, pushing through towards the steps, puffing, and taking the cutting from his pocket. I spoke with Mr Keyes just now. He’ll give a renewal for two months, he says. After he’ll see. But he wants a par to call attention in the Telegraph too, the Saturday pink. And he wants it copied if it’s not too late I told councillor Nannetti from the Kilkenny People. I can have access to it in the national library. House of keys, don’t you see ? His name is Keyes. It’s a play on the name. But he practically promised he’d give the renewal. But he wants just a little puff. What will I tell him, Mr Crawford ?


.
17 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2773


K. M. A.


.
18 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2774


—Will you tell him he can kiss my arse ? Myles Crawford said throwing out his arm for emphasis. Tell him that straight from the stable.


.
19 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2775


A bit nervy. Look out for squalls. All off for a drink. Arm in arm. Lenehan’s yachting cap on the cadge beyond. Usual blarney. Wonder is that young Dedalus the moving spirit. Has a good pair of boots on him today. Last time I saw him he had his heels on view. Been walking in muck somewhere. Careless chap. What was he doing in Irishtown ?


.
20 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2776


—Well, Mr Bloom said, his eyes returning, if I can get the design I suppose it’s worth a short par. He’d give the ad, I think. I’ll tell him ...


.
21 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2777


K. M. R. I. A.


.
22 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2778


—He can kiss my royal Irish arse, Myles Crawford cried loudly over his shoulder. Any time he likes, tell him.


.
23 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2779


While Mr Bloom stood weighing the point and about to smile he strode on jerkily.


.
24 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2780


RAISING THE WIND


.
25 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2781


—Nulla bona, Jack, he said, raising his hand to his chin. I’m up to here. I’ve been through the hoop myself. I was looking for a fellow to back a bill for me no later than last week. Sorry, Jack. You must take the will for the deed. With a heart and a half if I could raise the wind anyhow.


.
26 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2782


J. J. O’Molloy pulled a long face and walked on silently.


.
27 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2783


They caught up on the others and walked abreast.


.
28 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2784


— When they have eaten the brawn and the bread and wiped their twenty fingers in the paper the bread was wrapped in they go nearer to the railings.


.
29 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2785


—Something for you, the professor explained to Myles Crawford. Two old Dublin women on the top of Nelson’s pillar.


.
30 septembre 2019

#Ulysse 2786


SOME COLUMN ! - THAT’S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID


.
1er octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2787


—That’s new, Myles Crawford said. That’s copy. Out for the waxies’ Dargle. Two old trickies, what ?


.
2 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2788


—But they are afraid the pillar will fall, Stephen went on. They see the roofs and argue about where the different churches are : Rathmines’ blue dome, Adam and Eve’s, saint Laurence O’Toole’s. But it makes them giddy to look so they pull up their skirts ....


.
3 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2789


THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES


.
4 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2790


—Easy all, Myles Crawford said. No poetic licence. We’re in the archdiocese here.


.
5 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2791


—And settle down on their striped petticoats, peering up at the statue of the onehandled adulterer.


.
6 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2792


—Onehandled adulterer ! the professor cried. I like that. I see the idea. I see what you mean.


.
7 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2793


DAMES DONATE DUBLIN’S CITS SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, BELIEF


.
8 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2794


—It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen said, and they are too tired to look up or down or to speak. They put the bag of plums between them and eat the plums out of it, one after another, wiping off with their handkerchiefs the plumjuice that dribbles out of their mouths and spitting the plumstones slowly out between the railings.


.
9 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2795


He gave a sudden loud young laugh as a close. Lenehan and Mr O’Madden Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney’s.


.
10 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2796


—Finished ? Myles Crawford said. So long as they do no worse.


.
11 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2797


SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON PROBOSCIS. SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS. ITHACANS VOW PEN IS CHAMP.


.
12 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2798


—You remind me of Antisthenes, the professor said, a disciple of Gorgias, the sophist. It is said of him that none could tell if he were bitterer against others or against himself. He was the son of a noble and a bondwoman. And he wrote a book in which he took away the palm of beauty from Argive Helen and handed it to poor Penelope.


.
13 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2799


Poor Penelope. Penelope Rich.


.
14 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2800


They made ready to cross O’Connell street.


.
15 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2801


HELLO THERE, CENTRAL !


.
16 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2802


At various points along the eight lines tramcars with motionless trolleys stood in their tracks, bound for or from Rathmines, Rathfarnham, Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park and Upper Rathmines, all still, becalmed in short circuit. Hackney cars, cabs, delivery waggons, mailvans, private broughams, aerated mineral water floats with rattling crates of bottles, rattled, rolled, horsedrawn, rapidly.


.
17 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2803


WHAT ? - AND LIKEWISE - WHERE ?


.
18 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2804


—But what do you call it ? Myles Crawford asked. Where did they get the plums ?


.
19 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2805


VIRGILIAN, SAYS PEDAGOGUE. SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR OLD MAN MOSES.


.
20 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2806


—Call it, wait, the professor said, opening his long lips wide to reflect. Call it, let me see. Call it : Deus nobis haec otia fecit.


.
21 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2807


—No, Stephen said. I call it A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or The Parable of The Plums.


.
22 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2808


—I see, the professor said.


.
23 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2809


He laughed richly.


.
24 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2810


—I see, he said again with new pleasure. Moses and the promised land. We gave him that idea, he added to J. J. O’Molloy.


.
25 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2811



.
26 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2812


J. J. O’Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and held his peace.


.
27 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2813


—I see, the professor said.


.
28 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2814


He halted on sir John Gray’s pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson through the meshes of his wry smile.


.
29 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2815


DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR FRISKY FRUMPS. ANNE WIMBLES, FLO WANGLES - YET CAN YOU BLAME THEM ?


.
30 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2816


—Onehandled adulterer, he said smiling grimly. That tickles me, I must say.


.
31 octobre 2019

#Ulysse 2817


—Tickled the old ones too, Myles Crawford said, if the God Almighty’s truth was known.


.
1er novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2818


Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. A sugarsticky girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat. Bad for their tummies. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. God. Save. Our. Sitting on his throne sucking red jujubes white.


.
2 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2819


A sombre Y. M. C. A. young man, watchful among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon’s, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.


.
3 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2820


Heart to heart talks.


.
4 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2821


Bloo .... Me ? No.


.
5 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2822


Blood of the Lamb.


.
6 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2823


His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Are you saved ? All are washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen, martyr, war, foundation of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids’ altars. Elijah is coming. Dr John Alexander Dowie restorer of the church in Zion is coming.


.
7 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2824


Is coming ! Is coming !! Is coming !!!
All heartily welcome.


.
8 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2825


Paying game. Torry and Alexander last year. Polygamy. His wife will put the stopper on that. Where was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous crucifix. Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him on the wall, hanging. Pepper’s ghost idea. Iron Nails Ran In.


.
9 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2826


Phosphorus it must be done with. If you leave a bit of codfish for instance. I could see the bluey silver over it. Night I went down to the pantry in the kitchen. Don’t like all the smells in it waiting to rush out. What was it she wanted ? The Malaga raisins. Thinking of Spain. Before Rudy was born. The phosphorescence, that bluey greeny. Very good for the brain.


.
10 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2827


From Butler’s monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor’s walk.


.
11 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2828


Dedalus’ daughter there still outside Dillon’s auctionrooms. Must be selling off some old furniture.


.
12 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2829


Knew her eyes at once from the father. Lobbing about waiting for him.


.
13 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2830


Home always breaks up when the mother goes. Fifteen children he had. Birth every year almost.


.
14 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2831


That’s in their theology or the priest won’t give the poor woman the confession, the absolution. Increase and multiply.


.
15 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2832


Did you ever hear such an idea ?


.
16 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2833


Eat you out of house and home. No families themselves to feed. Living on the fat of the land. Their butteries and larders.


.
17 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2834


I’d like to see them do the black fast Yom Kippur. Crossbuns. One meal and a collation for fear he’d collapse on the altar


.
18 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2835


A housekeeper of one of those fellows if you could pick it out of her. Never pick it out of her. Like getting £. s. d. out of him. Does himself well. No guests. All for number one. Watching his water. Bring your own bread and butter. His reverence : mum’s the word.


.
19 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2836


Good Lord, that poor child’s dress is in flitters. Underfed she looks too. Potatoes and marge, marge and potatoes. It’s after they feel it. Proof of the pudding. Undermines the constitution.


.
20 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2837


As he set foot on O’Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the parapet. Brewery barge with export stout. England.


.
21 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2838


Sea air sours it, I heard.


.
22 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2839


Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the brewery.


.
23 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2840


Regular world in itself. Vats of porter wonderful.


.
24 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2841


Rats get in too. Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating. Dead drunk on the porter. Drink till they puke again like christians. Imagine drinking that ! Rats : vats.


.
25 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2842


Well, of course, if we knew all the things.


.
26 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2843


Looking down he saw flapping strongly, wheeling between the gaunt quaywalls, gulls.


.
27 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2844


Rough weather outside.


.
28 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2845


If I threw myself down ?


.
29 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2846


Reuben J’s son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage. One and eightpence too much.


.
30 novembre 2019

#Ulysse 2847


Hhhhm. It’s the droll way he comes out with the things. Knows how to tell a story too.


.
1er décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2848



.
2 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2849


He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball. Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is com.


.
3 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2850


Not a bit.


.
4 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2851


The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of swells, floated under by the bridgepiers.


.
5 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2852


Not such damn fools.


.
6 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2853


Also the day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin’s King picked it up in the wake fifty yards astern. Live by their wits.


.
7 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2854


They wheeled, flapping.


.
8 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2855


The hungry famished gull
Flaps o’er the waters dull.


.
9 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2856


That is how poets write, the similar sounds. But then Shakespeare has no rhymes : blank verse. The flow of the language it is. The thoughts. Solemn.


.
10 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2857


Hamlet, I am thy father’s spirit
Doomed for a certain time to walk the earth.


.
11 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2858


—Two apples a penny ! Two for a penny !


.
12 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2859


His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand. Australians they must be this time of year. Shiny peels : polishes them up with a rag or a handkerchief.


.
13 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2860


Wait. Those poor birds.


.
14 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2861


He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the Liffey.


.
15 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2862


See that ? The gulls swooped silently, two, then all from their heights, pouncing on prey.


.
16 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2863


Gone. Every morsel


.
17 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2864


Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his hands.


.
18 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2865


They never expected that. Manna.


.
19 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2866


Live on fish, fishy flesh they have, all seabirds, gulls, seagoose.


.
20 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2867


Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves. No accounting for tastes. Wonder what kind is swanmeat. Robinson Crusoe had to live on them.


.
21 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2868


They wheeled flapping weakly.


.
22 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2869


I’m not going to throw any more. Penny quite enough.


.
23 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2870


Lot of thanks I get. Not even a caw.


.
24 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2871


They spread foot and mouth disease too.


.
25 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2872


If you cram a turkey say on chestnutmeal it tastes like that. Eat pig like pig.


.
26 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2873


But then why is it that saltwater fish are not salty ? How is that ?


.
27 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2874


His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board.
Kino’s
11/-
Trousers


.
28 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2875


Good idea that. Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation.


.
29 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2876


How can you own water really ?


.
30 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2877


It’s always flowing in a stream, never the same, which in the stream of life we trace. Because life is a stream.


.
31 décembre 2019

#Ulysse 2878


All kinds of places are good for ads.


.
1er janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2879


That quack doctor for the clap used to be stuck up in all the greenhouses. Never see it now. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks.


.
2 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2880


Didn’t cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement.


.
3 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2881


Got fellows to stick them up or stick them up himself for that matter on the q. t. running in to loosen a button. Flybynight.


.
4 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2882


Just the place too. POST NO BILLS. POST IIO PILLS.


.
5 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2883


Some chap with a dose burning him.


.
6 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2884


If he ....?


.
7 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2885


O !


.
8 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2886


Eh ?


.
9 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2887


No ...... No.


.
10 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2888


No, no. I don’t believe it. He wouldn’t surely ?


.
11 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2889


No, no.


.
12 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2890


Mr Bloom moved forward, raising his troubled eyes. Think no more about that.


.
13 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2891


After one. Timeball on the ballastoffice is down. Dunsink time.


.
14 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2892


Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball’s. Parallax.


.
15 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2893


I never exactly understood.


.
16 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2894


There’s a priest. Could ask him.


.
17 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2895


Par it’s Greek : parallel, parallax.


.
18 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2896


Met him pike hoses she called it till I told her about the transmigration. O rocks !


.
20 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2898


She’s right after all. Only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound.


.
21 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2899


She’s not exactly witty. Can be rude too.


.
22 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2900


Blurt out what I was thinking. Still, I don’t know.


.
23 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2901


She used to say Ben Dollard had a base barreltone voice. He has legs like barrels and you’d think he was singing into a barrel. Now, isn’t that wit. They used to call him big Ben. Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone. Appetite like an albatross. Get outside of a baron of beef. Powerful man he was at stowing away number one Bass. Barrel of Bass. See ? It all works out.


.
24 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2902


A procession of whitesmocked sandwichmen marched slowly towards him along the gutter, scarlet sashes across their boards. Bargains.


.
25 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2903


Like that priest they are this morning : we have sinned : we have suffered.


.
26 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2904


He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats : H. E. L. Y. S. Wisdom Hely’s.


.
27 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2905


Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his foreboard, crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked. Our staple food.


.
28 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2906


Three bob a day, walking along the gutters, street after street.


.
29 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2907


Just keep skin and bone together, bread and skilly.


.
30 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2908


They are not Boyl : no, M‘Glade’s men. Doesn’t bring in any business either.


.
31 janvier 2020

#Ulysse 2909


I suggested to him about a transparent showcart with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters, copybooks, envelopes, blottingpaper.


.
1er février 2020

#Ulysse 2910


I bet that would have caught on. Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once. Everyone dying to know what she’s writing.


.
2 février 2020

#Ulysse 2911


Get twenty of them round you if you stare at nothing. Have a finger in the pie.


.
3 février 2020

#Ulysse 2912


Women too. Curiosity. Pillar of salt


.
4 février 2020

#Ulysse 2913


Wouldn’t have it of course because he didn’t think of it himself first.


.
5 février 2020

#Ulysse 2914


Or the inkbottle I suggested with a false stain of black celluloid.


.
6 février 2020

#Ulysse 2915


His ideas for ads like Plumtree’s potted under the obituaries, cold meat department.


.
7 février 2020

#Ulysse 2916


You can’t lick ’em. What ? Our envelopes.


.
8 février 2020

#Ulysse 2917


Hello, Jones, where are you going ? Can’t stop, Robinson, I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold by Hely’s Ltd, 85 Dame street.


.
9 février 2020

#Ulysse 2918


Well out of that ruck I am.


.
10 février 2020

#Ulysse 2919


Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents. Tranquilla convent.


.
11 février 2020

#Ulysse 2920


That was a nice nun there, really sweet face. Wimple suited her small head. Sister ? Sister ? I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes.


.
12 février 2020

#Ulysse 2921


Very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman.


.
13 février 2020

#Ulysse 2922


I disturbed her at her devotions that morning.


.
14 février 2020

#Ulysse 2923


But glad to communicate with the outside world.


.
15 février 2020

#Ulysse 2924


Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.


.
16 février 2020

#Ulysse 2925


Sweet name too : caramel.


.
17 février 2020

#Ulysse 2926


She knew I, I think she knew by the way she. If she had married she would have changed.


.
18 février 2020

#Ulysse 2927


I suppose they really were short of money.


.
19 février 2020

#Ulysse 2928


Fried everything in the best butter all the same. No lard for them.


.
20 février 2020

#Ulysse 2929


My heart’s broke eating dripping.


.
21 février 2020

#Ulysse 2930


They like buttering themselves in and out.


.
22 février 2020

#Ulysse 2931


Molly tasting it, her veil up.


.
23 février 2020

#Ulysse 2932


Sister ?


.
24 février 2020

#Ulysse 2933


Pat Claffey, the pawnbroker’s daughter.


.
25 février 2020

#Ulysse 2934


It was a nun they say invented barbed wire.


.
26 février 2020

#Ulysse 2935


He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by.


.
27 février 2020

#Ulysse 2936


Rover cycleshop. Those races are on today.


.
28 février 2020

#Ulysse 2937


How long ago is that ? Year Phil Gilligan died. We were in Lombard street west.


.
29 février 2020

#Ulysse 2938


Wait : was in Thom’s.


.
1er mars 2020

#Ulysse 2939


Got the job in Wisdom Hely’s year we married. Six years.


.
2 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2940


Ten years ago : ninetyfour he died yes that’s right the big fire at Arnott’s.


.
3 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2941


Val Dillon was lord mayor.


.
4 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2942


The Glencree dinner. Alderman Robert O’Reilly emptying the port into his soup before the flag fell. Bobbob lapping it for the inner alderman. Couldn’t hear what the band played.


.
5 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2943


For what we have already received may the Lord make us.


.
6 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2944


Milly was a kiddy then.


.
7 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2945


Molly had that elephantgrey dress with the braided frogs. Mantailored with selfcovered buttons.


.
8 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2946


She didn’t like it because I sprained my ankle first day she wore choir picnic at the Sugarloaf. As if that.


.
9 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2947


Old Goodwin’s tall hat done up with some sticky stuff.


.
10 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2948


Flies’ picnic too.


.
11 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2949


Never put a dress on her back like it. Fitted her like a glove, shoulders and hips. Just beginning to plump it out well.


.
12 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2950


Rabbitpie we had that day.


.
13 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2951


People looking after her.


.
14 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2952


Happy. Happier then.


.
15 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2953


Snug little room that was with the red wallpaper. Dockrell’s, one and ninepence a dozen.


.
16 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2954


Milly’s tubbing night. American soap I bought : elderflower. Cosy smell of her bathwater. Funny she looked soaped all over. Shapely too.


.
17 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2955


Now photography. Poor papa’s daguerreotype atelier he told me of. Hereditary taste.


.
18 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2956


He walked along the curbstone.


.
19 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2957


Stream of life.


.
20 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2958


What was the name of that priestylooking chap was always squinting in when he passed ? Weak eyes, woman. Stopped in Citron’s saint Kevin’s parade. Pen something. Pendennis ? My memory is getting. Pen ...? Of course it’s years ago. Noise of the trams probably. Well, if he couldn’t remember the dayfather’s name that he sees every day.


.
21 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2959


Bartell d’Arcy was the tenor, just coming out then. Seeing her home after practice. Conceited fellow with his waxedup moustache. Gave her that song Winds that blow from the south.


.
22 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2960


Windy night that was I went to fetch her there was that lodge meeting on about those lottery tickets after Goodwin’s concert in the supperroom or oakroom of the Mansion house. He and I behind.


.
23 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2961


Sheet of her music blew out of my hand against the High school railings. Lucky it didn’t. Thing like that spoils the effect of a night for her.


.
24 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2962


Professor Goodwin linking her in front. Shaky on his pins, poor old sot. His farewell concerts. Positively last appearance on any stage. May be for months and may be for never.


.
25 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2963


Remember her laughing at the wind, her blizzard collar up.


.
26 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2964


Corner of Harcourt road remember that gust. Brrfoo ! Blew up all her skirts and her boa nearly smothered old Goodwin. She did get flushed in the wind


.
27 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2965


Remember when we got home raking up the fire and frying up those pieces of lap of mutton for her supper with the Chutney sauce she liked. And the mulled rum. Could see her in the bedroom from the hearth unclamping the busk of her stays : white.


.
28 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2966


Swish and soft flop her stays made on the bed. Always warm from her. Always liked to let her self out.


.
29 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2967


Sitting there after till near two taking out her hairpins. Milly tucked up in beddyhouse. Happy. Happy. That was the night .....


.
30 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2968


—O, Mr Bloom, how do you do ?


.
31 mars 2020

#Ulysse 2969


—O, how do you do, Mrs Breen ?


.
1er avril 2020

#Ulysse 2970


—No use complaining. How is Molly those times ? Haven’t seen her for ages.


.
2 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2971


—In the pink, Mr Bloom said gaily. Milly has a position down in Mullingar, you know.


.
3 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2972


—Go away ! Isn’t that grand for her ?


.
4 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2973


—Yes. In a photographer’s there. Getting on like a house on fire. How are all your charges ?


.
5 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2974


—All on the baker’s list, Mrs Breen said.


.
6 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2975


How many has she ? No other in sight.


.
7 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2976


—You’re in black, I see. You have no ...?


.
8 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2977


—No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.


.
9 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2978


Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who’s dead, when and what did he die of ? Turn up like a bad penny.


.
10 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2979


—O, dear me, Mrs Breen said. I hope it wasn’t any near relation.


.
11 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2980


May as well get her sympathy.


.
12 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2981


—Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly, poor fellow. Heart trouble, I believe. Funeral was this morning.


.
13 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2982


Your funeral’s tomorrow
While you’re coming through the rye.
Diddlediddle dumdum
Diddlediddle ...


.
14 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2983


—Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen’s womaneyes said melancholily.


.
15 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2984


Now that’s quite enough about that. Just : quietly : husband.


.
16 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2985


—And your lord and master ?


.
17 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2986


Mrs Breen turned up her two large eyes. Hasn’t lost them anyhow.


.
18 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2987


—O, don’t be talking ! she said. He’s a caution to rattlesnakes. He’s in there now with his lawbooks finding out the law of libel. He has me heartscalded. Wait till I show you.


.
19 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2988


Hot mockturtle vapour and steam of newbaked jampuffs rolypoly poured out from Harrison’s.


.
20 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2989


The heavy noonreek tickled the top of Mr Bloom’s gullet.


.
21 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2990


Want to make good pastry, butter, best flour, Demerara sugar, or they’d taste it with the hot tea. Or is it from her ? 


.
22 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2991


A barefoot arab stood over the grating, breathing in the fumes. Deaden the gnaw of hunger that way.


.
23 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2992


Pleasure or pain is it ? Penny dinner. Knife and fork chained to the table.


.
24 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2993


Opening her handbag, chipped leather. Hatpin : ought to have a guard on those things. Stick it in a chap’s eye in the tram.


.
25 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2994


Rummaging. Open. Money. Please take one. Devils if they lose sixpence. Raise Cain. Husband barging. Where’s the ten shillings I gave you on Monday ? Are you feeding your little brother’s family ? Soiled handkerchief : medicinebottle. Pastille that was fell. What is she ...?


.
26 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2995


—There must be a new moon out, she said. He’s always bad then. Do you know what he did last night ?


.
27 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2996


Her hand ceased to rummage. Her eyes fixed themselves on him, wide in alarm, yet smiling.


.
28 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2997


—What ? Mr Bloom asked.


.
29 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2998


Let her speak. Look straight in her eyes. I believe you. Trust me.


.
30 avril 2020

#Ulysse 2999


—Woke me up in the night, she said. Dream he had, a nightmare.


.
1er mai 2020

#Ulysse 3000


Indiges.


.
2 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3001


—Said the ace of spades was walking up the stairs.


.
3 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3002


—The ace of spades ! Mr Bloom said.


.
4 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3003


She took a folded postcard from her handbag.


.
5 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3004


—Read that, she said. He got it this morning.


.
6 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3005


—What is it ? Mr Bloom asked, taking the card. U. P.?


.
7 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3006


—U. p : up, she said. Someone taking a rise out of him. It’s a great shame for them whoever he is.


.
8 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3007


—Indeed it is, Mr Bloom said.


.
9 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3008


She took back the card, sighing.


.
10 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3009


—And now he’s going round to Mr Menton’s office. He’s going to take an action for ten thousand pounds, he says.


.
11 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3010


She folded the card into her untidy bag and snapped the catch.


.
12 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3011


Same blue serge dress she had two years ago, the nap bleaching. Seen its best days. Wispish hair over her ears. And that dowdy toque : three old grapes to take the harm out of it. Shabby genteel. She used to be a tasty dresser. Lines round her mouth. Only a year or so older than Molly.


.
13 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3012


See the eye that woman gave her, passing. Cruel. The unfair sex.


.
14 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3013


He looked still at her, holding back behind his look his discontent. Pungent mockturtle oxtail mulligatawny. I’m hungry too. Flakes of pastry on the gusset of her dress : daub of sugary flour stuck to her cheek. Rhubarb tart with liberal fillings, rich fruit interior. Josie Powell that was. In Luke Doyle’s long ago. Dolphin’s Barn, the charades. U. p : up.


.
15 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3014


Change the subject.


.
16 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3015


—Do you ever see anything of Mrs Beaufoy ? Mr Bloom asked.


.
17 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3016


—Mina Purefoy ? she said.


.
18 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3017


Philip Beaufoy I was thinking. Playgoers’ Club. Matcham often thinks of the masterstroke. Did I pull the chain ? Yes. The last act.


.
19 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3018


—Yes.


.
20 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3019


—I just called to ask on the way in is she over it. She’s in the lying-in hospital in Holles street. Dr Horne got her in. She’s three days bad now.


.
21 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3020


—O, Mr Bloom said. I’m sorry to hear that.


.
22 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3021


—Yes, Mrs Breen said. And a houseful of kids at home. It’s a very stiff birth, the nurse told me.


.
23 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3022


—O, Mr Bloom said.


.
24 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3023


His heavy pitying gaze absorbed her news. His tongue clacked in compassion. Dth ! Dth !


.
25 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3024


—I’m sorry to hear that, he said. Poor thing ! Three days ! That’s terrible for her.


.
26 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3025


Mrs Breen nodded.
— She was taken bad on the Tuesday ...


.
27 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3026


Mr Bloom touched her funnybone gently, warning her :
— Mind ! Let this man pass.


.
28 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3027


A bony form strode along the curbstone from the river staring with a rapt gaze into the sunlight through a heavystringed glass. Tight as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head. From his arm a folded dustcoat, a stick and an umbrella dangled to his stride.


.
29 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3028


—Watch him, Mr Bloom said. He always walks outside the lampposts. Watch !


.
30 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3029


—Who is he if it’s a fair question ? Mrs Breen asked. Is he dotty ?


.
31 mai 2020

#Ulysse 3030


—His name is Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, Mr Bloom said smiling. Watch !


.
1er juin 2020

#Ulysse 3031


—He has enough of them, she said. Denis will be like that one of these days.


.
2 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3032


She broke off suddenly.


.
3 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3033


—There he is, she said. I must go after him. Goodbye. Remember me to Molly, won’t you ?


.
4 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3034


—I will, Mr Bloom said.


.
5 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3035


He watched her dodge through passers towards the shopfronts.


.
6 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3036


Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison’s hugging two heavy tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old times.


.
7 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3037


He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and thrust his dull grey beard towards her, his loose jaw wagging as he spoke earnestly.


.
8 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3038


Meshuggah. Off his chump.


.
9 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3039


Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the dangling stickumbrelladustcoat. Going the two days.


.
10 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3040


Watch him ! Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world.


.
11 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3041


And that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Hard time she must have with him.


.
12 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3042


U. p : up.


.
13 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3043


I’ll take my oath that’s Alf Bergan or Richie Goulding. Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet anything.


.
14 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3044


Round to Menton’s office. His oyster eyes staring at the postcard. Be a feast for the gods.


.
15 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3045


He passed the Irish Times.


.
16 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3046


There might be other answers Iying there. Like to answer them all. Good system for criminals. Code. At their lunch now.


.
17 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3047


Clerk with the glasses there doesn’t know me.


.
18 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3048


O, leave them there to simmer.


.
19 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3049


Enough bother wading through fortyfour of them. Wanted, smart lady typist to aid gentleman in literary work. I called you naughty darling because I do not like that other world. Please tell me what is the meaning. Please tell me what perfume does your wife. Tell me who made the world.


.
20 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3050


The way they spring those questions on you.


.
21 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3051


And the other one Lizzie Twigg.


.
22 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3052


My literary efforts have had the good fortune to meet with the approval of the eminent poet A. E. (Mr Geo. Russell).


.
23 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3053


No time to do her hair drinking sloppy tea with a book of poetry.


.
24 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3054


Best paper by long chalks for a small ad. Got the provinces now.


.
25 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3055


Cook and general, exc. cuisine, housemaid kept. Wanted live man for spirit counter. Resp. girl (R. C.) wishes to hear of post in fruit or pork shop.


.
26 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3056


James Carlisle made that. Six and a half per cent dividend. Made a big deal on Coates’s shares. Ca’ canny.


.
27 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3057


Cunning old Scotch hunks.


.
28 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3058


All the toady news. Our gracious and popular vicereine. Bought the Irish Field now. Lady Mountcashel has quite recovered after her confinement and rode out with the Ward Union staghounds at the enlargement yesterday at Rathoath.


.
29 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3059


Uneatable fox. Pothunters too. Fear injects juices make it tender enough for them.


.
30 juin 2020

#Ulysse 3060


Riding astride. Sit her horse like a man. Weightcarrying huntress. No sidesaddle or pillion for her, not for Joe. First to the meet and in at the death.


.
1er juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3061


Strong as a brood mare some of those horsey women. Swagger around livery stables. Toss off a glass of brandy neat while you’d say knife.


.
2 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3062


That one at the Grosvenor this morning. Up with her on the car : wishswish. Stonewall or fivebarred gate put her mount to it.


.
3 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3063


Think that pugnosed driver did it out of spite.


.
4 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3064


Who is this she was like ? O yes ! Mrs Miriam Dandrade that sold me her old wraps and black underclothes in the Shelbourne hotel. Divorced Spanish American.


.
5 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3065


Didn’t take a feather out of her my handling them. As if I was her clotheshorse.


.
6 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3066


Saw her in the viceregal party when Stubbs the park ranger got me in with Whelan of the Express. Scavenging what the quality left. High tea. Mayonnaise I poured on the plums thinking it was custard. Her ears ought to have tingled for a few weeks after.


.
7 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3067


Want to be a bull for her. Born courtesan. No nursery work for her, thanks.


.
8 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3068


Poor Mrs Purefoy ! Methodist husband. Method in his madness.


.
9 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3069


Saffron bun and milk and soda lunch in the educational dairy. Y. M. C. A. Eating with a stopwatch, thirtytwo chews to the minute.


.
10 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3070


And still his muttonchop whiskers grew.


.
11 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3071


Supposed to be well connected. Theodore’s cousin in Dublin Castle. One tony relative in every family. Hardy annuals he presents her with.


.
12 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3072


Saw him out at the Three Jolly Topers marching along bareheaded and his eldest boy carrying one in a marketnet. The squallers. Poor thing !


.
13 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3073


Then having to give the breast year after year all hours of the night.


.
14 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3074


Selfish those t.t’s are.


.
15 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3075


Dog in the manger.


.
16 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3076


Only one lump of sugar in my tea, if you please.


.
17 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3077


He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at Rowe’s ? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in the Burton. Better. On my way.


.
18 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3078


He walked on past Bolton’s Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea. I forgot to tap Tom Kernan.


.
19 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3079


Sss. Dth, dth, dth !


.
20 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3080


Three days imagine groaning on a bed with a vinegared handkerchief round her forehead, her belly swollen out. Phew !


.
21 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3081


Dreadful simply !


.
22 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3082


Child’s head too big : forceps.


.
23 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3083


Doubled up inside her trying to butt its way out blindly, groping for the way out. Kill me that would.


.
24 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3084


Lucky Molly got over hers lightly.


.
25 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3085


They ought to invent something to stop that. Life with hard labour.


.
26 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3086


Twilight sleep idea : queen Victoria was given that. Nine she had. A good layer.


.
27 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3087


Old woman that lived in a shoe she had so many children.


.
28 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3088


Suppose he was consumptive.


.
29 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3089


Time someone thought about it instead of gassing about the what was it the pensive bosom of the silver effulgence.


.
30 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3090


Flapdoodle to feed fools on.


.
31 juillet 2020

#Ulysse 3091


They could easily have big establishments whole thing quite painless out of all the taxes give every child born five quid at compound interest up to twentyone five per cent is a hundred shillings and five tiresome pounds multiply by twenty decimal system encourage people to put by money save hundred and ten and a bit twentyone years want to work it out on paper come to a tidy sum more than you think.


.
1er août 2020

#Ulysse 3092


Not stillborn of course. They are not even registered. Trouble for nothing.


.
2 août 2020

#Ulysse 3093


Funny sight two of them together, their bellies out. Molly and Mrs Moisel. Mothers’ meeting.


.
3 août 2020

#Ulysse 3094


Phthisis retires for the time being, then returns.


.
4 août 2020

#Ulysse 3095


How flat they look all of a sudden after.


.
5 août 2020

#Ulysse 3096


Peaceful eyes. Weight off their mind.


.
6 août 2020

#Ulysse 3097


Old Mrs Thornton was a jolly old soul. All my babies, she said. The spoon of pap in her mouth before she fed them. O, that’s nyumnyum.


.
7 août 2020

#Ulysse 3098


Got her hand crushed by old Tom Wall’s son. His first bow to the public. Head like a prize pumpkin.


.
8 août 2020

#Ulysse 3099


Snuffy Dr Murren. People knocking them up at all hours. For God’ sake, doctor. Wife in her throes. Then keep them waiting months for their fee. To attendance on your wife.


.
9 août 2020

#Ulysse 3100


No gratitude in people. Humane doctors, most of them.


.
10 août 2020

#Ulysse 3101


Before the huge high door of the Irish house of parliament a flock of pigeons flew.


.
11 août 2020

#Ulysse 3102


Their little frolic after meals.


.
12 août 2020

#Ulysse 3103


Who will we do it on ? I pick the fellow in black. Here goes. Here’s good luck.


.
13 août 2020

#Ulysse 3104


Must be thrilling from the air.


.
14 août 2020

#Ulysse 3105


Apjohn, myself and Owen Goldberg up in the trees near Goose green playing the monkeys. Mackerel they called me.


.
15 août 2020

#Ulysse 3106


A squad of constables debouched from College street, marching in Indian file. Goosestep.


.
16 août 2020

#Ulysse 3107


Foodheated faces, sweating helmets, patting their truncheons.


.
17 août 2020

#Ulysse 3108


After their feed with a good load of fat soup under their belts.


.
18 août 2020

#Ulysse 3109


Policeman’s lot is oft a happy one.


.
19 août 2020

#Ulysse 3110


They split up in groups and scattered, saluting, towards their beats. Let out to graze.


.
20 août 2020

#Ulysse 3111


Best moment to attack one in pudding time. A punch in his dinner.


.
21 août 2020

#Ulysse 3112


A squad of others, marching irregularly, rounded Trinity railings making for the station. Bound for their troughs. Prepare to receive cavalry. Prepare to receive soup.


.
22 août 2020

#Ulysse 3113


He crossed under Tommy Moore’s roguish finger.


.
23 août 2020

#Ulysse 3114


They did right to put him up over a urinal : meeting of the waters.


.
24 août 2020

#Ulysse 3115


Ought to be places for women. Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight.


.
25 août 2020

#Ulysse 3116


There is not in this wide world a vallee. Great song of Julia Morkan’s. Kept her voice up to the very last. Pupil of Michael Balfe’s, wasn’t she ?


.
26 août 2020

#Ulysse 3117


He gazed after the last broad tunic. Nasty customers to tackle.


.
27 août 2020

#Ulysse 3118


Jack Power could a tale unfold : father a G man.


.
28 août 2020

#Ulysse 3119


If a fellow gave them trouble being lagged they let him have it hot and heavy in the bridewell.


.
29 août 2020

#Ulysse 3120


Can’t blame them after all with the job they have especially the young hornies.


.
30 août 2020

#Ulysse 3121


That horsepoliceman the day Joe Chamberlain was given his degree in Trinity he got a run for his money. My word he did !


.
31 août 2020

#Ulysse 3122


His horse’s hoofs clattering after us down Abbey street.


.
1er septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3123


Lucky I had the presence of mind to dive into Manning’s or I was souped.


.
2 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3124


He did come a wallop, by George. Must have cracked his skull on the cobblestones.


.
3 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3125


I oughtn’t to have got myself swept along with those medicals.


.
4 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3126


And the Trinity jibs in their mortarboards. Looking for trouble.


.
5 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3127


Still I got to know that young Dixon who dressed that sting for me in the Mater and now he’s in Holles street where Mrs Purefoy.


.
6 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3128


Wheels within wheels.


.
7 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3129


Police whistle in my ears still. All skedaddled. Why he fixed on me. Give me in charge. Right here it began.


.
8 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3130


—Up the Boers !


.
9 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3131


—Three cheers for De Wet !


.
10 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3132


—We’ll hang Joe Chamberlain on a sourapple tree.


.
11 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3133


Silly billies : mob of young cubs yelling their guts out.


.
12 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3134


Vinegar hill. The Butter exchange band.


.
13 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3135


Few years’ time half of them magistrates and civil servants.


.
14 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3136


War comes on : into the army helterskelter : same fellows used to. Whether on the scaffold high.


.
15 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3137


Never know who you’re talking to.


.
16 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3138


Corny Kelleher he has Harvey Duff in his eye.


.
17 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3139


Like that Peter or Denis or James Carey that blew the gaff on the invincibles.


.
18 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3140


Member of the corporation too. Egging raw youths on to get in the know all the time drawing secret service pay from the castle. Drop him like a hot potato.


.
19 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3141


Why those plainclothes men are always courting slaveys.


.
20 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3142


Easily twig a man used to uniform. Squarepushing up against a backdoor. Maul her a bit. Then the next thing on the menu.


.
21 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3143


And who is the gentleman does be visiting there ? Was the young master saying anything ? Peeping Tom through the keyhole. Decoy duck. Hotblooded young student fooling round her fat arms ironing.


.
22 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3144


—Are those yours, Mary ?


.
23 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3145


—I don’t wear such things ..... Stop or I’ll tell the missus on you. Out half the night.


.
24 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3146


—There are great times coming, Mary. Wait till you see.


.
25 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3147


—Ah, gelong with your great times coming.


.
26 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3148


Barmaids too. Tobaccoshopgirls.


.
27 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3149


James Stephens’ idea was the best. He knew them. Circles of ten so that a fellow couldn’t round on more than his own ring. Sinn Fein. Back out you get the knife. Hidden hand. Stay in. The firing squad. Turnkey’s daughter got him out of Richmond, off from Lusk. Putting up in the Buckingham Palace hotel under their very noses. Garibaldi.


.
28 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3150


You must have a certain fascination : Parnell.


.
29 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3151


Arthur Griffith is a squareheaded fellow but he has no go in him for the mob


.
30 septembre 2020

#Ulysse 3152


Or gas about our lovely land. Gammon and spinach. Dublin Bakery Company’s tearoom. Debating societies. That republicanism is the best form of government. That the language question should take precedence


Afficher une carte plus grande

Vue à la première personne

Vue à la première personne

of the economic question.


.
1er octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3153


Have your daughters inveigling them to your house. Stuff them up with meat and drink. Michaelmas goose. Here’s a good lump of thyme seasoning under the apron for you. Have another quart of goosegrease before it gets too cold.


.
2 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3154


Halffed enthusiasts.


.
3 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3155


Penny roll and a walk with the band.


.
4 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3156


No grace for the carver.


.
5 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3157


The thought that the other chap pays best sauce in the world.


.
6 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3158


Make themselves thoroughly at home.


.
7 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3159


Show us over those apricots, meaning peaches.


.
8 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3160


The not far distant day. Homerule sun rising up in the northwest.


.
9 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3161


His smile faded as he walked, a heavy cloud hiding the sun slowly, shadowing Trinity’s surly front.


.
10 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3162


Trams passed one another, ingoing, outgoing, clanging.


.
11 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3163


Useless words.


.
12 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3164


Things go on same, day after day : squads of police marching out, back : trams in, out. Those two loonies mooching about. Dignam carted off. Mina Purefoy swollen belly on a bed groaning to have a child tugged out of her.


.
13 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3165


One born every second somewhere. Other dying every second. Since I fed the birds five minutes. Three hundred kicked the bucket. Other three hundred born, washing the blood off, all are washed in the blood of the lamb, bawling maaaaaa.


.
14 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3166


Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing away too : other coming on, passing on.


.
15 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3167


Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Changing hands. This owner, that.


.
16 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3168


Landlord never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets his notice to quit.


.
17 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3169


They buy the place up with gold and still they have all the gold. Swindle in it somewhere.


.
18 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3170


Piled up in cities, worn away age after age.


.
19 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3171


Pyramids in sand. Built on bread and onions.


.
20 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3172


Slaves Chinese wall.


.
21 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3173


Babylon.


.
22 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3174


Big stones left. Round towers.


.
23 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3175


Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt. Kerwan’s mushroom houses built of breeze. Shelter, for the night.


.
24 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3176


No-one is anything.


.
25 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3177


This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dull, gloomy : hate this hour. Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed.


.
26 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3178


Provost’s house. The reverend Dr Salmon : tinned salmon. Well tinned in there. Like a mortuary chapel. Wouldn’t live in it if they paid me. Hope they have liver and bacon today. Nature abhors a vacuum.


.
27 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3179


The sun freed itself slowly and lit glints of light among the silverware opposite in Walter Sexton’s window by which John Howard Parnell passed, unseeing.


.
28 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3180


There he is : the brother. Image of him. Haunting face.


.
29 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3181


Now that’s a coincidence.


.
30 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3182


Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don’t meet him.


.
31 octobre 2020

#Ulysse 3183


Like a man walking in his sleep.


.
1er novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3184


No-one knows him.


.
2 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3185


Must be a corporation meeting today.


.
3 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3186


They say he never put on the city marshal’s uniform since he got the job.


.
4 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3187


Charley Kavanagh used to come out on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved.


.
5 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3188


Look at the woebegone walk of him. Eaten a bad egg. Poached eyes on ghost.


.
6 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3189


I have a pain.


.
7 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3190


Great man’s brother : his brother’s brother.


.
8 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3191


He’d look nice on the city charger.


.
9 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3192


Drop into the D. B. C. probably for his coffee, play chess there.


.
10 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3193


His brother used men as pawns.


.
11 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3194


Let them all go to pot.


.
12 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3195


Afraid to pass a remark on him.


.
13 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3196


Freeze them up with that eye of his. That’s the fascination : the name.


.
14 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3197


All a bit touched.


.
15 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3198


Mad Fanny and his other sister Mrs Dickinson driving about with scarlet harness. Bolt upright like surgeon M‘Ardle.


.
16 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3199


Still David Sheehy beat him for south Meath. Apply for the Chiltern Hundreds and retire into public life.


.
17 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3200


The patriot’s banquet. Eating orangepeels in the park.


.
18 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3201


Simon Dedalus said when they put him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the grave and lead him out of the house of commons by the arm.


.
19 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3202


—Of the twoheaded octopus, one of whose heads is the head upon which the ends of the world have forgotten to come while the other speaks with a Scotch accent. The tentacles ....


.
20 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3203


They passed from behind Mr Bloom along the curbstone. Beard and bicycle. Young woman.


.
21 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3204


And there he is too.


.
22 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3205


Now that’s really a coincidence : second time.


.
23 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3206


Coming events cast their shadows before.


.
24 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3207


With the approval of the eminent poet, Mr Geo. Russell.


.
25 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3208


That might be Lizzie Twigg with him.


.
26 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3209


A. E. : what does that mean ? Initials perhaps. Albert Edward, Arthur Edmund, Alphonsus Eb Ed El Esquire.


.
27 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3210


What was he saying ?


.
28 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3211


The ends of the world with a Scotch accent. Tentacles : octopus. Something occult : symbolism.


.
29 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3212


Holding forth.


.
30 novembre 2020

#Ulysse 3213


She’s taking it all in. Not saying a word. To aid gentleman in literary work.


.
1er décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3214


His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle, a listening woman at his side.


.
2 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3215


Coming from the vegetarian. Only weggebobbles and fruit.


.
3 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3216


Don’t eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that cow will pursue you through all eternity.


.
4 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3217


They say it’s healthier. Windandwatery though. Tried it. Keep you on the run all day. Bad as a bloater. Dreams all night.


.
5 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3218


Why do they call that thing they gave me nutsteak ? Nutarians. Fruitarians. To give you the idea you are eating rumpsteak. Absurd. Salty too. They cook in soda. Keep you sitting by the tap all night.


.
6 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3219


Her stockings are loose over her ankles. I detest that : so tasteless.


.
7 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3220


Those literary etherial people they are all. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Esthetes they are.


.
8 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3221


I wouldn’t be surprised if it was that kind of food you see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical. For example one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts you couldn’t squeeze a line of poetry out of him. Don’t know what poetry is even. Must be in a certain mood.

The dreamy cloudy gull
Waves o’er the waters dull.


.
9 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3222


He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses.


.
10 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3223


Or will I drop into old Harris’s and have a chat with young Sinclair ? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his lunch.


.
11 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3224


Must get those old glasses of mine set right. Goerz lenses six guineas. Germans making their way everywhere. Sell on easy terms to capture trade. Undercutting.


.
12 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3225


Might chance on a pair in the railway lost property office. 


.
13 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3226


Astonishing the things people leave behind them in trains and cloakrooms. What do they be thinking about ? Women too. Incredible.


.
14 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3227


Last year travelling to Ennis had to pick up that farmer’s daughter’s bag and hand it to her at Limerick junction.


.
15 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3228


Unclaimed money too.


.
16 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3229


There’s a little watch up there on the roof of the bank to test those glasses by.


.
17 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3230


His lids came down on the lower rims of his irides. Can’t see it. If you imagine it’s there you can almost see it. Can’t see it.


.
18 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3231


He faced about and, standing between the awnings, held out his right hand at arm’s length towards the sun.


.
19 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3232


Wanted to try that often. Yes : completely. The tip of his little finger blotted out the sun’s disk.


.
20 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3233


Must be the focus where the rays cross.


.
21 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3234


If I had black glasses.


.
22 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3235


Interesting.


.
23 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3236


There was a lot of talk about those sunspots when we were in Lombard street west. Looking up from the back garden. Terrific explosions they are.


.
24 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3237


There will be a total eclipse this year : autumn some time.


.
25 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3238


Now that I come to think of it that ball falls at Greenwich time. It’s the clock is worked by an electric wire from Dunsink. Must go out there some first Saturday of the month.


.
26 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3239


If I could get an introduction to professor Joly or learn up something about his family. That would do to : man always feels complimented. Flattery where least expected. Nobleman proud to be descended from some king’s mistress. His foremother. Lay it on with a trowel. Cap in hand goes through the land. Not go in and blurt out what you know you’re not to : what’s parallax ? Show this gentleman the door.


.
27 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3240


Ah.


.
28 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3241


His hand fell to his side again.


.
29 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3242


Never know anything about it. Waste of time. Gasballs spinning about, crossing each other, passing. Same old dingdong always. Gas : then solid : then world : then cold : then dead shell drifting around, frozen rock, like that pineapple rock. The moon. Must be a new moon out, she said. I believe there is.


.
30 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3243


He went on by la maison Claire.


.
31 décembre 2020

#Ulysse 3244


Wait. The full moon was the night we were Sunday fortnight exactly there is a new moon. Walking down by the Tolka. Not bad for a Fairview moon. She was humming. The young May moon she’s beaming, love. He other side of her. Elbow, arm. He. Glowworm’s la-amp is gleaming, love. Touch. Fingers. Asking. Answer. Yes.


.
1er janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3245


Stop. Stop. If it was it was. Must.


.
2 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3246


Mr Bloom, quickbreathing, slowlier walking passed Adam court.


.
3 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3247


With ha quiet keep quiet relief his eyes took note this is the street here middle of the day of Bob Doran’s bottle shoulders.


.
4 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3248


On his annual bend, M‘Coy said.


.
5 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3249


They drink in order to say or do something or cherchez la femme.


.
6 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3250


Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the rest of the year sober as a judge.


.
7 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3251


Yes.


.
8 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3252


Thought so.


.
9 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3253


Sloping into the Empire.


.
10 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3254


Gone.


.
11 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3255


Plain soda would do him good.


.
12 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3256


Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen’s.


.
13 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3257


Broth of a boy.


.
14 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3258


Dion Boucicault business with his harvestmoon face in a poky bonnet.


.
15 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3259


Three Purty Maids from School.


.
16 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3260


How time flies, eh ?


.
17 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3261


Showing long red pantaloons under his skirts.


.
18 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3262


Drinkers, drinking, laughed spluttering, their drink against their breath.


.
19 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3263


More power, Pat.


.
20 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3264


Coarse red : fun for drunkards : guffaw and smoke.


.
21 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3265


Take off that white hat.


.
22 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3266


His parboiled eyes.


.
23 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3267


Where is he now ? Beggar somewhere.


.
24 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3268


The harp that once did starve us all.


.
25 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3269


I was happier then. Or was that I ? Or am I now I ?


.
26 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3270


Twentyeight I was. She twentythree.


.
27 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3271


When we left Lombard street west something changed.


.
28 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3272


Could never like it again after Rudy.


.
29 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3273


Can’t bring back time.


.
30 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3274


Like holding water in your hand.


.
31 janvier 2021

#Ulysse 3275


Would you go back to then ? Just beginning then. Would you ?


.
1er février 2021

#Ulysse 3276


Are you not happy in your home you poor little naughty boy ?


.
2 février 2021

#Ulysse 3277


Wants to sew on buttons for me.


.
3 février 2021

#Ulysse 3278


I must answer. Write it in the library.


.
4 février 2021

#Ulysse 3279


Grafton street gay with housed awnings lured his senses.


.
5 février 2021

#Ulysse 3280


Muslin prints, silkdames and dowagers, jingle of harnesses, hoofthuds lowringing in the baking causeway.


.
6 février 2021

#Ulysse 3281


Thick feet that woman has in the white stockings. Hope the rain mucks them up on her. Countrybred chawbacon. All the beef to the heels were in. Always gives a woman clumsy feet. Molly looks out of plumb.


.
7 février 2021

#Ulysse 3282


He passed, dallying, the windows of Brown Thomas, silk mercers. Cascades of ribbons. Flimsy China silks.


.
8 février 2021

#Ulysse 3283


A tilted urn poured from its mouth a flood of bloodhued poplin : lustrous blood.


.
9 février 2021

#Ulysse 3284


The huguenots brought that here.


.
10 février 2021

#Ulysse 3285


Lacaus esant tara tara. Great chorus that. Taree tara.


.
11 février 2021

#Ulysse 3286


Must be washed in rainwater. Meyerbeer.


.
12 février 2021

#Ulysse 3287


Tara : bom bom bom.


.
13 février 2021

#Ulysse 3288


Pincushions. I’m a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.


.
14 février 2021

#Ulysse 3289


He bared slightly his left forearm. Scrape : nearly gone. Not today anyhow. Must go back for that lotion. For her birthday perhaps. Junejulyaugseptember eighth. Nearly three months off. Then she mightn’t like it. Women won’t pick up pins. Say it cuts lo.


.
15 février 2021

#Ulysse 3290


Gleaming silks, petticoats on slim brass rails, rays of flat silk stockings.


.
16 février 2021

#Ulysse 3291


Useless to go back. Had to be. Tell me all.


.
17 février 2021

#Ulysse 3292


High voices. Sunwarm silk. Jingling harnesses. All for a woman, home and houses, silkwebs, silver, rich fruits spicy from Jaffa. Agendath Netaim. Wealth of the world.


.
18 février 2021

#Ulysse 3293


A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain.


.
19 février 2021

#Ulysse 3294


His brain yielded.


.
20 février 2021

#Ulysse 3295


Perfume of embraces all him assailed.


.
21 février 2021

#Ulysse 3296


With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.


.
22 février 2021

#Ulysse 3297


Duke street. Here we are. Must eat. The Burton. Feel better then.


.
23 février 2021

#Ulysse 3298


He turned Combridge’s corner, still pursued. Jingling, hoofthuds. Perfumed bodies, warm, full.


.
24 février 2021

#Ulysse 3299


All kissed, yielded : in deep summer fields, tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas, creaking beds.


.
25 février 2021

#Ulysse 3300


—Jack, love !


.
26 février 2021

#Ulysse 3301


—Darling !


.
27 février 2021

#Ulysse 3302


—Kiss me, Reggy !


.
28 février 2021

#Ulysse 3303


—My boy !


.
1er mars 2021

#Ulysse 3304


—Love !


.
2 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3305


His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink gripped his trembling breath : pungent meatjuice, slush of greens. See the animals feed.


.
3 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3306


Men, men, men.


.
4 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3307


Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables calling for more bread no charge, swilling, wolfing gobfuls of sloppy food, their eyes bulging, wiping wetted moustaches.


.
5 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3308


A pallid suetfaced young man polished his tumbler knife fork and spoon with his napkin. New set of microbes.


.
6 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3309


A man with an infant’s saucestained napkin tucked round him shovelled gurgling soup down his gullet.


.
7 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3310


A man spitting back on his plate : halfmasticated gristle : gums : no teeth to chewchewchew it. Chump chop from the grill. Bolting to get it over.


.
8 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3311


Sad booser’s eyes.


.
9 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3312


Bitten off more than he can chew.


.
10 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3313


Am I like that ?


.
11 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3314


See ourselves as others see us.


.
12 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3315


Hungry man is an angry man.


.
13 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3316


Working tooth and jaw. Don’t ! O ! A bone !


.
14 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3317


That last pagan king of Ireland Cormac in the schoolpoem choked himself at Sletty southward of the Boyne. Wonder what he was eating. Something galoptious. Saint Patrick converted him to Christianity. Couldn’t swallow it all however.


.
15 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3318


—Roast beef and cabbage.


.
16 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3319


—One stew.


.
17 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3320


Smells of men. Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarettesmoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men’s beery piss, the stale of ferment.


.
18 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3321


His gorge rose.


.
19 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3322


Couldn’t eat a morsel here. Fellow sharpening knife and fork to eat all before him, old chap picking his tootles. Slight spasm, full, chewing the cud. Before and after. Grace after meals. Look on this picture then on that. Scoffing up stewgravy with sopping sippets of bread. Lick it off the plate, man ! Get out of this.


.
20 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3323


He gazed round the stooled and tabled eaters, tightening the wings of his nose.


.
21 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3324


—Two stouts here.


.
22 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3325


—One corned and cabbage.


.
23 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3326


That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended on it. Good stroke. Give me the fidgets to look. Safer to eat from his three hands. Tear it limb from limb. Second nature to him. Born with a silver knife in his mouth. That’s witty, I think. Or no. Silver means born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost.


.
24 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3327


An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Rock, the head bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard.


.
25 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3328


Rock, the head bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard. Well up : it splashed yellow near his boot.


.
26 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3329


A diner, knife and fork upright, elbows on table, ready for a second helping stared towards the foodlift across his stained square of newspaper.


.
27 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3330


Other chap telling him something with his mouth full. Sympathetic listener. Table talk. I munched hum un thu Unchster Bunk un Munchday. Ha ? Did you, faith ?


.
28 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3331


Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips. His eyes said :
— Not here. Don’t see him.


.
29 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3332


Out.


.
30 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3333


I hate dirty eaters.


.
31 mars 2021

#Ulysse 3334


He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne’s. Stopgap. Keep me going. Had a good breakfast.


.
1er avril 2021

#Ulysse 3335


—Roast and mashed here.


.
2 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3336


—Pint of stout.


.
3 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3337


Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.


.
4 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3338


He came out into clearer air and turned back towards Grafton street. Eat or be eaten. Kill ! Kill !


.
5 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3339


Suppose that communal kitchen years to come perhaps. All trotting down with porringers and tommycans to be filled. Devour contents in the street.


.
6 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3340


John Howard Parnell example the provost of Trinity every mother’s son don’t talk of your provosts and provost of Trinity women and children cabmen priests parsons fieldmarshals archbishops.


.
7 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3341


From Ailesbury road, Clyde road, artisans’ dwellings, north Dublin union, lord mayor in his gingerbread coach, old queen in a bathchair.


.
8 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3342


My plate’s empty.


.
9 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3343


After you with our incorporated drinkingcup.


.
10 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3344


Like sir Philip Crampton’s fountain.


.
11 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3345


Rub off the microbes with your handkerchief. Next chap rubs on a new batch with his.


.
12 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3346


Father O’Flynn would make hares of them all.


.
13 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3347


All for number one.


.
14 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3348


Children fighting for the scrapings of the pot. Want a souppot as big as the Phoenix park.


.
15 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3349


Harpooning flitches and hindquarters out of it. Hate people all round you.


.
16 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3350


City Arms hotel table d’hôte she called it.


.
17 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3351


Soup, joint and sweet.


.
18 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3352


Never know whose thoughts you’re chewing.


.
19 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3353


Then who’d wash up all the plates and forks ?


.
20 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3354


Might be all feeding on tabloids that time. Teeth getting worse and worse.


.
21 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3355


After all there’s a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles.


.
22 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3356


Pain to the animal too.


.
23 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3357


Pluck and draw fowl.


.
24 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3358


Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split their skulls open.


.
25 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3359


Moo.


.
26 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3360


Poor trembling calves.


.
27 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3361


Meh.


.
28 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3362


Staggering bob.


.
29 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3363


Bubble and squeak.


.
30 avril 2021

#Ulysse 3364


Butchers’ buckets wobbly lights.


.
1er mai 2021

#Ulysse 3365


Give us that brisket off the hook.


.
2 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3366


Plup.


.
3 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3367


Rawhead and bloody bones.


.
4 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3368


Flayed glasseyed sheep hung from their haunches, sheepsnouts bloodypapered snivelling nosejam on sawdust.


.
5 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3369


Top and lashers going out.


.
6 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3370


Don’t maul them pieces, young one.


.
7 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3371


Hot fresh blood they prescribe for decline. Blood always needed. Insidious. Lick it up smokinghot, thick sugary. Famished ghosts.


.
8 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3372


Ah, I’m hungry.


.
9 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3373


He entered Davy Byrne’s. Moral pub. He doesn’t chat. Stands a drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me once.


.
10 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3374


What will I take now ? He drew his watch. Let me see now. Shandygaff ?


.
11 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3375


—Hello, Bloom, Nosey Flynn said from his nook.


.
12 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3376


—Hello, Flynn.


.
13 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3377


—How’s things ?


.
14 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3378


—Tiptop ... Let me see. I’ll take a glass of burgundy and ... let me see.


.
15 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3379


Sardines on the shelves. Almost taste them by looking. Sandwich ? Ham and his descendants musterred and bred there. Potted meats. What is home without Plumtree’s potted meat ? Incomplete. What a stupid ad ! Under the obituary notices they stuck it. All up a plumtree. Dignam’s potted meat. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. White missionary too salty. Like pickled pork. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour. Ought to be tough from exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect. There was a right royal old nigger. Who ate or something the somethings of the reverend Mr MacTrigger. With it an abode of bliss. Lord knows what concoction. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up. Puzzle find the meat. Kosher. No meat and milk together. Hygiene that was what they call now. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. Peace and war depend on some fellow’s digestion. Religions. Christmas turkeys and geese. Slaughter of innocents. Eat drink and be merry. Then casual wards full after. Heads bandaged. Cheese digests all but itself. Mity cheese.


.
16 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3380


—Have you a cheese sandwich ?


.
17 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3381


—Yes, sir.


.
18 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3382


Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of burgundy take away that. Lubricate. A nice salad, cool as a cucumber, Tom Kernan can dress. Puts gusto into it. Pure olive oil. Milly served me that cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion. God made food, the devil the cooks. Devilled crab.


.
19 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3383


—Wife well ?


.
20 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3384


—Quite well, thanks .... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you ?


.
21 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3385


—Yes, sir.


.
22 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3386


Nosey Flynn sipped his grog.


.
23 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3387


—Doing any singing those times ?


.
24 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3388


Look at his mouth. Could whistle in his own ear. Flap ears to match. Music. Knows as much about it as my coachman. Still better tell him. Does no harm. Free ad.


.
25 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3389


—She’s engaged for a big tour end of this month. You may have heard perhaps.


.
26 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3390


—No. O, that’s the style. Who’s getting it up ?


.
27 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3391


The curate served.


.
28 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3392


—How much is that ?


.
29 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3393


—Seven d, sir .... Thank you, sir.


.
30 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3394


Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. Mr MacTrigger. Easier than the dreamy creamy stuff. His five hundred wives. Had the time of their lives.


.
31 mai 2021

#Ulysse 3395


—Mustard, sir ?


.
1er juin 2021

#Ulysse 3396


—Thank you.


.
2 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3397


He studded under each lifted strip yellow blobs. Their lives. I have it. It grew bigger and bigger and bigger.


.
3 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3398


—Getting it up ? he said. Well, it’s like a company idea, you see. Part shares and part profits.


.
4 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3399


—Ay, now I remember, Nosey Flynn said, putting his hand in his pocket to scratch his groin. Who is this was telling me ? Isn’t Blazes Boylan mixed up in it ?


.
5 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3400


A warm shock of air heat of mustard hanched on Mr Bloom’s heart. He raised his eyes and met the stare of a bilious clock. Two. Pub clock five minutes fast. Time going on. Hands moving. Two. Not yet.


.
6 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3401


His midriff yearned then upward, sank within him, yearned more longly, longingly.


.
7 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3402


Wine.


.
8 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3403


He smellsipped the cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, set his wineglass delicately down.


.
9 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3404


—Yes, he said. He’s the organiser in point of fact.


.
10 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3405


No fear : no brains.


.
11 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3406


Nosey Flynn snuffled and scratched. Flea having a good square meal.


.
12 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3407


—He had a good slice of luck, Jack Mooney was telling me, over that boxingmatch Myler Keogh won again that soldier in the Portobello barracks. By God, he had the little kipper down in the county Carlow he was telling me ...


.
13 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3408


Hope that dewdrop doesn’t come down into his glass. No, snuffled it up.


.
14 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3409


—For near a month, man, before it came off. Sucking duck eggs by God till further orders. Keep him off the boose, see ? O, by God, Blazes is a hairy chap.


.
15 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3410


Davy Byrne came forward from the hindbar in tuckstitched shirtsleeves, cleaning his lips with two wipes of his napkin. Herring’s blush. Whose smile upon each feature plays with such and such replete. Too much fat on the parsnips.


.
16 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3411


—And here’s himself and pepper on him, Nosey Flynn said. Can you give us a good one for the Gold cup ?


.
17 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3412


—I’m off that, Mr Flynn, Davy Byrne answered. I never put anything on a horse.


.
18 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3413


—You’re right there, Nosey Flynn said.


.
19 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3414


Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with relish of disgust pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather with the chill off.


.
20 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3415


Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Nicely planed. Like the way it curves there.


.
21 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3416


—I wouldn’t do anything at all in that line, Davy Byrne said. It ruined many a man, the same horses.


.
22 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3417


Vintners’ sweepstake. Licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises. Heads I win tails you lose.


.
23 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3418


—True for you, Nosey Flynn said. Unless you’re in the know. There’s no straight sport going now. Lenehan gets some good ones. He’s giving Sceptre today. Zinfandel’s the favourite, lord Howard de Walden’s, won at Epsom. Morny Cannon is riding him. I could have got seven to one against Saint Amant a fortnight before.


.
24 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3419


—That so ? Davy Byrne said.


.
25 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3420


He went towards the window and, taking up the pettycash book, scanned its pages.


.
26 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3421


—I could, faith, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. That was a rare bit of horseflesh. Saint Frusquin was her sire. She won in a thunderstorm, Rothschild’s filly, with wadding in her ears. Blue jacket and yellow cap. Bad luck to big Ben Dollard and his John O’Gaunt. He put me off it. Ay.


.
27 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3422


He drank resignedly from his tumbler, running his fingers down the flutes.


.
28 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3423


—Ay, he said, sighing.


.
29 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3424


Mr Bloom, champing, standing, looked upon his sigh. Nosey numbskull. Will I tell him that horse Lenehan ? He knows already. Better let him forget. Go and lose more. Fool and his money. Dewdrop coming down again. Cold nose he’d have kissing a woman. Still they might like. Prickly beards they like. Dogs’ cold noses. Old Mrs Riordan with the rumbling stomach’s Skye terrier in the City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in her lap. O, the big doggybowwowsywowsy !


.
30 juin 2021

#Ulysse 3425


Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mawkish cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better because I’m not thirsty. Bath of course does that. Just a bite or two. Then about six o’clock I can. Six. Six. Time will be gone then. She.


.
1er juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3426


Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly. Felt so off colour.


.
2 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3427


His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins : sardines, gaudy lobsters’ claws. All the odd things people pick up for food.


.
3 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3428


Out of shells, periwinkles with a pin, off trees, snails out of the ground the French eat, out of the sea with bait on a hook.


.
4 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3429


Silly fish learn nothing in a thousand years.


.
5 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3430


If you didn’t know risky putting anything into your mouth.


.
6 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3431


Poisonous berries. Johnny Magories.


.
7 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3432


Roundness you think good. Gaudy colour warns you off.


.
8 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3433


One fellow told another and so on. Try it on the dog first. Led on by the smell or the look. Tempting fruit.


.
9 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3434


Ice cones. Cream. Instinct.


.
10 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3435


Orangegroves for instance. Need artificial irrigation.


.
11 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3436


Bleibtreustrasse.


.
12 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3437


Yes but what about oysters.


.
13 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3438


Unsightly like a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells. Devil to open them too. Who found them out ?


.
14 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3439


Garbage, sewage they feed on.


.
15 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3440


Fizz and Red bank oysters.


.
16 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3441


Effect on the sexual. Aphrodis.


.
17 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3442


He was in the Red Bank this morning.


.
18 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3443


Was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no ar no oysters.


.
19 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3444


But there are people like things high.


.
20 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3445


Tainted game. Jugged hare.


.
21 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3446


First catch your hare.


.
22 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3447


Chinese eating eggs fifty years old, blue and green again.


.
23 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3448


Dinner of thirty courses. Each dish harmless might mix inside. Idea for a poison mystery.


.
24 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3449


That archduke Leopold was it no yes or was it Otto one of those Habsburgs ? Or who was it used to eat the scruff off his own head ? Cheapest lunch in town. Of course aristocrats, then the others copy to be in the fashion.


.
25 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3450


Milly too rock oil and flour. Raw pastry I like myself.


.
26 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3451


Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the sea to keep up the price. Cheap no-one would buy. Caviare.


.
27 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3452


Do the grand. Hock in green glasses. Swell blowout. Lady this. Powdered bosom pearls. The élite. Crème de la crème.


.
28 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3453


They want special dishes to pretend they’re.


.
29 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3454


Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the flesh.


.
30 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3455


Know me come eat with me.


.
31 juillet 2021

#Ulysse 3456


Royal sturgeon high sheriff, Coffey, the butcher, right to venisons of the forest from his ex.


.
1er août 2021

#Ulysse 3457


Send him back the half of a cow.


.
2 août 2021

#Ulysse 3458


Spread I saw down in the Master of the Rolls’ kitchen area. Whitehatted chef like a rabbi. Combustible duck. Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme.


.
3 août 2021

#Ulysse 3459


Just as well to write it on the bill of fare so you can know what you’ve eaten.


.
4 août 2021

#Ulysse 3460


Too many drugs spoil the broth. I know it myself.


.
5 août 2021

#Ulysse 3461


Dosing it with Edwards’ desiccated soup.


.
6 août 2021

#Ulysse 3462


Geese stuffed silly for them. Lobsters boiled alive. Do ptake some ptarmigan.


.
7 août 2021

#Ulysse 3463


Wouldn’t mind being a waiter in a swell hotel.


.
8 août 2021

#Ulysse 3464


Tips, evening dress, halfnaked ladies.


.
9 août 2021

#Ulysse 3465


May I tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole, miss Dubedat ? Yes, do bedad. And she did bedad.


.
10 août 2021

#Ulysse 3466


Huguenot name I expect that. A miss Dubedat lived in Killiney, I remember. Du de la French.


.
11 août 2021

#Ulysse 3467


Still it’s the same fish perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out of making money hand over fist finger in fishes’ gills can’t write his name on a cheque think he was painting the landscape with his mouth twisted. Moooikill A Aitcha Ha ignorant as a kish of brogues, worth fifty thousand pounds.


.
12 août 2021

#Ulysse 3468


Stuck on the pane two flies buzzed, stuck.


.
13 août 2021

#Ulysse 3469


Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed. Crushing in the winepress grapes of Burgundy.


.
14 août 2021

#Ulysse 3470


Sun’s heat it is. Seems to a secret touch telling me memory.


.
15 août 2021

#Ulysse 3471


Touched his sense moistened remembered. Hidden under wild ferns on Howth below us bay sleeping : sky. No sound. The sky. The bay purple by the Lion’s head. Green by Drumleck. Yellowgreen towards Sutton. Fields of undersea, the lines faint brown in grass, buried cities.


.
16 août 2021

#Ulysse 3472


Pillowed on my coat she had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you’ll toss me all.


.
17 août 2021

#Ulysse 3473


O wonder !


.
18 août 2021

#Ulysse 3474


Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed : her eyes upon me did not turn away.


.
19 août 2021

#Ulysse 3475


Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth.


.
20 août 2021

#Ulysse 3476


Yum.


.
21 août 2021

#Ulysse 3477


Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed.


.
22 août 2021

#Ulysse 3478


Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweetsour of her spittle.


.
23 août 2021

#Ulysse 3479


Joy : I ate it : joy.


.
24 août 2021

#Ulysse 3480


Young life, her lips that gave me pouting. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips.


.
25 août 2021

#Ulysse 3481


Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes.


.
26 août 2021

#Ulysse 3482


Pebbles fell.


.
27 août 2021

#Ulysse 3483


She lay still. A goat. No-one.


.
28 août 2021

#Ulysse 3484


High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants.


.
29 août 2021

#Ulysse 3485


Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded.


.
30 août 2021

#Ulysse 3486


Wildly I lay on her, kissed her : eyes, her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of nun’s veiling, fat nipples upright.


.
31 août 2021

#Ulysse 3487


Hot I tongued her. She kissed me. I was kissed.


.
1er septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3488


All yielding she tossed my hair.


.
2 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3489


Kissed, she kissed me.


.
3 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3490


Me. And me now.


.
4 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3491


Stuck, the flies buzzed.


.
5 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3492


His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab.


.
6 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3493


Beauty : it curves : curves are beauty.


.
7 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3494


Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno : curves the world admires.


.
8 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3495


Can see them library museum standing in the round hall, naked goddesses.


.
9 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3496


Aids to digestion.


.
10 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3497


They don’t care what man looks. All to see. Never speaking. I mean to say to fellows like Flynn.


.
11 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3498


Suppose she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first ? Mortal ! Put you in your proper place.


.
12 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3499


Quaffing nectar at mess with gods golden dishes, all ambrosial. Not like a tanner lunch we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips, bottle of Allsop. Nectar imagine it drinking electricity : gods’ food.


.
13 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3500


Lovely forms of women sculped Junonian. Immortal lovely.


.
14 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3501


And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind : food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food : have to feed it like stoking an engine.


.
15 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3502


They have no. Never looked. I’ll look today. Keeper won’t see. Bend down let something drop. See if she.


.
16 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3503


Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to do there to do.


.
17 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3504


A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked, to men too they gave themselves, manly conscious, lay with men lovers, a youth enjoyed her, to the yard.


.
18 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3505


When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book :
— What is this he is ? Isn’t he in the insurance line ?


.
19 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3506


—He’s out of that long ago, Nosey Flynn said. He does canvassing for the Freeman.


.
20 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3507


—I know him well to see, Davy Byrne said. Is he in trouble ?


.
21 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3508


—Trouble ? Nosey Flynn said. Not that I heard of. Why ?


.
22 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3509


—I noticed he was in mourning.


.
23 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3510


—Was he ? Nosey Flynn said. So he was, faith. I asked him how was all at home. You’re right, by God. So he was.


.
24 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3511


—I never broach the subject, Davy Byrne said humanely, if I see a gentleman is in trouble that way. It only brings it up fresh in their minds.


.
25 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3512


—It’s not the wife anyhow, Nosey Flynn said. I met him the day before yesterday and he coming out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan’s wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home to his better half. She’s well nourished, I tell you. Plovers on toast.


.
26 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3513


—And is he doing for the Freeman ? Davy Byrne said.


.
27 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3514


Nosey Flynn pursed his lips.


.
28 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3515


— -He doesn’t buy cream on the ads he picks up. You can make bacon of that.


.
29 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3516


—How so ? Davy Byrne asked, coming from his book.


.
30 septembre 2021

#Ulysse 3517


Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers. He winked.


.
1er octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3518


—He’s in the craft, he said.


.
2 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3519


—Do you tell me so ? Davy Byrne said.


.
3 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3520


—Very much so, Nosey Flynn said. Ancient free and accepted order. He’s an excellent brother. Light, life and love, by God. They give him a leg up. I was told that by a - well, I won’t say who.


.
4 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3521


—Is that a fact ?


.
5 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3522


—O, it’s a fine order, Nosey Flynn said. They stick to you when you’re down. I know a fellow was trying to get into it. But they’re as close as damn it. By God they did right to keep the women out of it.


.
6 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3523


Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one :
— Iiiiiichaaaaaaach !


.
7 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3524


—There was one woman, Nosey Flynn said, hid herself in a clock to find out what they do be doing. But be damned but they smelt her out and swore her in on the spot a master mason. That was one of the saint Legers of Doneraile.


.
8 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3525


Davy Byrne, sated after his yawn, said with tearwashed eyes :
— And is that a fact ? Decent quiet man he is. I often saw him in here and I never once saw him - you know, over the line.


.
9 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3526


—God Almighty couldn’t make him drunk, Nosey Flynn said firmly. Slips off when the fun gets too hot. Didn’t you see him look at his watch ? Ah, you weren’t there. If you ask him to have a drink first thing he does he outs with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe. Declare to God he does.


.
10 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3527


—There are some like that, Davy Byrne said. He’s a safe man, I’d say.


.
11 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3528


—He’s not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. He’s been known to put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due. O, Bloom has his good points. But there’s one thing he’ll never do.


.
12 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3529


His hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog.


.
13 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3530


—I know, Davy Byrne said.


.
14 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3531


—Nothing in black and white, Nosey Flynn said.


.
15 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3532


Paddy Leonard and Bantam Lyons came in.


.
16 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3533


Tom Rochford followed frowning, a plaining hand on his claret waistcoat.


.
17 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3534


—Day, Mr Byrne.


.
18 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3535


—Day, gentlemen.


.
19 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3536


They paused at the counter.


.
20 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3537


—Who’s standing ? Paddy Leonard asked.


.
21 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3538


—I’m sitting anyhow, Nosey Flynn answered.


.
22 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3539


—Well, what’ll it be ? Paddy Leonard asked.


.
23 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3540


—I’ll take a stone ginger, Bantam Lyons said.


.
24 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3541


—How much ? Paddy Leonard cried. Since when, for God’ sake ? What’s yours, Tom ?


.
25 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3542


—How is the main drainage ? Nosey Flynn asked, sipping.


.
26 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3543


For answer Tom Rochford pressed his hand to his breastbone and hiccupped.


.
27 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3544


—Would I trouble you for a glass of fresh water, Mr Byrne ? he said.


.
28 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3545


—Certainly, sir.


.
29 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3546


Paddy Leonard eyed his alemates.
— Lord love a duck, he said. Look at what I’m standing drinks to ! Cold water and gingerpop ! Two fellows that would suck whisky off a sore leg. He has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the Gold cup. A dead snip.


.
30 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3547


—Zinfandel is it ? Nosey Flynn asked.


.
31 octobre 2021

#Ulysse 3548


Tom Rochford spilt powder from a twisted paper into the water set before him.


.
1er novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3549


—That cursed dyspepsia, he said before drinking.


.
2 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3550


—Breadsoda is very good, Davy Byrne said.


.
3 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3551


Tom Rochford nodded and drank.


.
4 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3552


—Is it Zinfandel ?


.
5 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3553


—Say nothing ! Bantam Lyons winked. I’m going to plunge five bob on my own.


.
6 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3554


—Tell us if you’re worth your salt and be damned to you, Paddy Leonard said. Who gave it to you ?


.
7 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3555


Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.


.
8 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3556


—So long ! Nosey Flynn said.


.
9 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3557


The others turned.


.
10 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3558


—That’s the man now that gave it to me, Bantam Lyons whispered.


.
11 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3559


—Prrwht ! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrne, sir, we’ll take two of your small Jamesons after that and a ....


.
12 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3560


—Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly.


.
13 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3561


—Ay, Paddy Leonard said. A suckingbottle for the baby.


.
14 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3562


Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. Something green it would have to be : spinach, say. Then with those Röntgen rays searchlight you could.


.
15 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3563


At Duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cud on the cobblestones and lapped it with new zest. Surfeit. Returned with thanks having fully digested the contents. First sweet then savoury.


.
16 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3564


Mr Bloom coasted warily.


.
17 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3565


Ruminants.


.
18 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3566


His second course.


.
19 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3567


Their upper jaw they move.


.
20 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3568


Wonder if Tom Rochford will do anything with that invention of his ?


.
21 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3569


Wasting time explaining it to Flynn’s mouth. Lean people long mouths.


.
22 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3570


Ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent free. Course then you’d have all the cranks pestering.


.
23 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3571


He hummed, prolonging in solemn echo the closes of the bars :
— Don Giovanni, a cenar teco
M’invitasti.


.
24 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3572


Feel better. Burgundy. Good pick me up. Who distilled first ? Some chap in the blues. Dutch courage.


.
25 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3573


That Kilkenny People in the national library now I must.


.
26 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3574


Bare clean closestools waiting in the window of William Miller, plumber, turned back his thoughts.


.
27 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3575


They could : and watch it all the way down, swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after, tour round the body changing biliary duct spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes. But the poor buffer would have to stand all the time with his insides entrails on show. Science.
— A cenar teco.


.
28 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3576


What does that teco mean ? Tonight perhaps.


.
29 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3577


—Don Giovanni, thou hast me invited
To come to supper tonight,
The rum the rumdum.


.
30 novembre 2021

#Ulysse 3578


Doesn’t go properly.


.
1er décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3579


Keyes : two months if I get Nannetti to. That’ll be two pounds ten about two pounds eight. Three Hynes owes me. Two eleven. Prescott’s dyeworks van over there. If I get Billy Prescott’s ad : two fifteen. Five guineas about. On the pig’s back.


.
2 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3580


Could buy one of those silk petticoats for Molly, colour of her new garters.


.
3 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3581


Today. Today. Not think.


.
4 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3582


Tour the south then. What about English wateringplaces ? Brighton, Margate. Piers by moonlight. Her voice floating out. Those lovely seaside girls. Against John Long’s a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. Handy man wants job. Small wages. Will eat anything.


.
5 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3583


Against John Long’s a drowsing loafer lounged in heavy thought, gnawing a crusted knuckle. Handy man wants job. Small wages. Will eat anything.


.
6 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3584


Mr Bloom turned at Gray’s confectioner’s window of unbought tarts and passed the reverend Thomas Connellan’s bookstore. Why I left the church of Rome. Birds’ nest women run him.


.
7 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3585


They say they used to give pauper children soup to change to protestants in the time of the potato blight. Society over the way papa went to for the conversion of poor jews. Same bait. Why we left the church of Rome.


.
8 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3586


A blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane. No tram in sight. Wants to cross.


.
9 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3587


—Do you want to cross ? Mr Bloom asked.


.
10 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3588


The blind stripling did not answer. His wallface frowned weakly. He moved his head uncertainly.


.
11 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3589


—You’re in Dawson street, Mr Bloom said. Molesworth street is opposite. Do you want to cross ? There’s nothing in the way.


.
12 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3590


The cane moved out trembling to the left. Mr Bloom’s eye followed its line and saw again the dyeworks’ van drawn up before Drago’s. Where I saw his brillantined hair just when I was. Horse drooping. Driver in John Long’s. Slaking his drouth.


.
13 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3591


—There’s a van there, Mr Bloom said, but it’s not moving. I’ll see you across. Do you want to go to Molesworth street ?


.
14 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3592


—Yes, the stripling answered. South Frederick street.


.
15 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3593


—Come, Mr Bloom said.


.
16 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3594


He touched the thin elbow gently : then took the limp seeing hand to guide it forward.


.
17 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3595


Say something to him. Better not do the condescending. They mistrust what you tell them. Pass a common remark.


.
18 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3596


—The rain kept off.


.
19 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3597


No answer.


.
20 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3598


Stains on his coat. Slobbers his food, I suppose. Tastes all different for him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child’s hand, his hand. Like Milly’s was. Sensitive. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand. Wonder if he has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse’s legs : tired drudge get his doze. That’s right. Clear. Behind a bull : in front of a horse.


.
21 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3599


—Thanks, sir.


.
22 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3600


Knows I’m a man. Voice.


.
23 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3601


—Right now ? First turn to the left.


.
24 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3602


The blind stripling tapped the curbstone and went on his way, drawing his cane back, feeling again.


.
25 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3603


Mr Bloom walked behind the eyeless feet, a flatcut suit of herringbone tweed.


.
26 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3604


Poor young fellow !


.
27 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3605


How on earth did he know that van was there ? Must have felt it.


.
28 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3606


See things in their forehead perhaps : kind of sense of volume. Weight or size of it, something blacker than the dark.


.
29 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3607


Wonder would he feel it if something was removed. Feel a gap.


.
30 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3608


Queer idea of Dublin he must have, tapping his way round by the stones.


.
31 décembre 2021

#Ulysse 3609


Could he walk in a beeline if he hadn’t that cane ?


.
1er janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3610


Bloodless pious face like a fellow going in to be a priest.


.
2 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3611


Penrose ! That was that chap’s name.


.
3 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3612


Look at all the things they can learn to do. Read with their fingers. Tune pianos.


.
4 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3613


Or we are surprised they have any brains.


.
5 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3614


Why we think a deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say.


.
6 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3615


Of course the other senses are more.


.
7 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3616


Embroider.


.
8 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3617


Plait baskets.


.
9 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3618


People ought to help.


.
10 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3619


Workbasket I could buy for Molly’s birthday. Hates sewing. Might take an objection.


.
11 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3620


Dark men they call them.


.
12 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3621


Sense of smell must be stronger too. Smells on all sides, bunched together. Each street different smell. Each person too. Then the spring, the summer : smells.


.
13 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3622


Tastes ?


.
14 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3623


They say you can’t taste wines with your eyes shut or a cold in the head.


.
15 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3624


Also smoke in the dark they say get no pleasure.


.
16 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3625


And with a woman, for instance. More shameless not seeing.


.
17 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3626


That girl passing the Stewart institution, head in the air. Look at me. I have them all on. Must be strange not to see her.


.
18 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3627


Kind of a form in his mind’s eye.


.
19 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3628


The voice, temperatures : when he touches her with his fingers must almost see the lines, the curves.


.
20 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3629


His hands on her hair, for instance. Say it was black, for instance. Good. We call it black. Then passing over her white skin. Different feel perhaps. Feeling of white.


.
21 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3630


Postoffice. Must answer. Fag today. Send her a postal order two shillings, half a crown. Accept my little present. Stationer’s just here too. Wait. Think over it.


.
22 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3631


With a gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears. Again. Fibres of fine fine straw.


.
23 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3632


Then gently his finger felt the skin of his right cheek. Downy hair there too. Not smooth enough.


.
24 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3633


The belly is the smoothest.


.
25 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3634


No-one about.


.
26 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3635


There he goes into Frederick street.


.
27 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3636


Perhaps to Levenston’s dancing academy piano. Might be settling my braces.


.
28 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3637


Walking by Doran’s publichouse he slid his hand between his waistcoat and trousers and, pulling aside his shirt gently, felt a slack fold of his belly. But I know it’s whitey yellow. Want to try in the dark to see.


.
29 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3638


He withdrew his hand and pulled his dress to.


.
30 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3639


Poor fellow ! Quite a boy. Terrible. Really terrible. What dreams would he have, not seeing ? Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way ?


.
31 janvier 2022

#Ulysse 3640


All those women and children excursion beanfeast burned and drowned in New York. Holocaust.


.
1er février 2022

#Ulysse 3641


Karma they call that transmigration for sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses.


.
2 février 2022

#Ulysse 3642


Dear, dear, dear.


.
3 février 2022

#Ulysse 3643


Pity, of course : but somehow you can’t cotton on to them someway.


.
4 février 2022

#Ulysse 3644


Sir Frederick Falkiner going into the freemasons’ hall. Solemn as Troy.


.
5 février 2022

#Ulysse 3645


After his good lunch in Earlsfort terrace. Old legal cronies cracking a magnum.


.
6 février 2022

#Ulysse 3646


Tales of the bench and assizes and annals of the bluecoat school. I sentenced him to ten years.


.
7 février 2022

#Ulysse 3647


I suppose he’d turn up his nose at that stuff I drank. Vintage wine for them, the year marked on a dusty bottle.


.
8 février 2022

#Ulysse 3648


Has his own ideas of justice in the recorder’s court.


.
9 février 2022

#Ulysse 3649


Wellmeaning old man.


.
10 février 2022

#Ulysse 3650


Police chargesheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime. Sends them to the rightabout. The devil on moneylenders. Gave Reuben J a great strawcalling.


.
11 février 2022

#Ulysse 3651


Now he’s really what they call a dirty jew.


.
12 février 2022

#Ulysse 3652


Power those judges have.


.
13 février 2022

#Ulysse 3653


Crusty old topers in wigs. Bear with a sore paw. And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.


.
14 février 2022

#Ulysse 3654


Hello, placard. Mirus bazaar. His Excellency the lord lieutenant. Sixteenth. Today it is. In aid of funds for Mercer’s hospital. The Messiah was first given for that. Yes. Handel. What about going out there : Ballsbridge. Drop in on Keyes. No use sticking to him like a leech. Wear out my welcome. Sure to know someone on the gate.


.
15 février 2022

#Ulysse 3655


Mr Bloom came to Kildare street. First I must. Library.


.
16 février 2022

#Ulysse 3656


Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is.


.
17 février 2022

#Ulysse 3657


His heart quopped softly. To the right. Museum. Goddesses. He swerved to the right.


.
18 février 2022

#Ulysse 3658


Is it ? Almost certain. Won’t look. Wine in my face. Why did I ? Too heady. Yes, it is. The walk. Not see. Get on.


.
19 février 2022

#Ulysse 3659


Making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes. Handsome building. Sir Thomas Deane designed. Not following me ?


.
20 février 2022

#Ulysse 3660


Didn’t see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.


.
21 février 2022

#Ulysse 3661


The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold statues : quiet there. Safe in a minute.


.
22 février 2022

#Ulysse 3662


No. Didn’t see me. After two. Just at the gate.


.
23 février 2022

#Ulysse 3663


My heart !


.
24 février 2022

#Ulysse 3664


His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture.


.
25 février 2022

#Ulysse 3665


Look for something I.


.
26 février 2022

#Ulysse 3666


His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. Where did I ?


.
27 février 2022

#Ulysse 3667


Busy looking.


.
28 février 2022

#Ulysse 3668


He thrust back quick Agendath.


.
1er mars 2022

#Ulysse 3669


Afternoon she said.


.
2 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3670


I am looking for that. Yes, that. Try all pockets. Handker. Freeman. Where did I ? Ah, yes. Trousers. Potato. Purse. Where ?


.
3 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3671


Hurry. Walk quietly. Moment more. My heart.


.
4 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3672


His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap lotion have to call tepid paper stuck. Ah soap there I yes. Gate.


.
5 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3673


Safe !


.
6 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3674


Urbane, to comfort them, the quaker librarian purred :
— And we have, have we not, those priceless pages of Wilhelm Meister. A great poet on a great brother poet. A hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as one sees in real life.


.
7 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3675


He came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step backward a sinkapace on the solemn floor.


.
8 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3676


A noiseless attendant setting open the door but slightly made him a noiseless beck.


.
9 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3677


—Directly, said he, creaking to go, albeit lingering. The beautiful ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts. One always feels that Goethe’s judgments are so true. True in the larger analysis.


.
10 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3678


Twicreakingly analysis he corantoed off.


.
11 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3679


Bald, most zealous by the door he gave his large ear all to the attendant’s words : heard them : and was gone.


.
12 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3680


Two left.


.
13 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3681


—Monsieur de la Palice, Stephen sneered, was alive fifteen minutes before his death.


.
14 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3682


—Have you found those six brave medicals, John Eglinton asked with elder’s gall, to write Paradise Lost at your dictation ? The Sorrows of Satan he calls it.


.
15 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3683


Smile. Smile Cranly’s smile.


.
16 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3684


First he tickled her
Then he patted her
Then he passed the female catheter
For he was a medical
Jolly old medi .....


.
17 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3685


—I feel you would need one more for Hamlet. Seven is dear to the mystic mind. The shining seven WB calls them.


.
18 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3686


Glittereyed his rufous skull close to his greencapped desklamp sought the face bearded amid darkgreener shadow, an ollav, holyeyed.


.
19 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3687


He laughed low : a sizar’s laugh of Trinity : unanswered.


.
20 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3688


Orchestral Satan, weeping many a rood
Tears such as angels weep.
Ed egli avea del cul fatto trombetta.


.
21 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3689


He holds my follies hostage.


.
22 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3690


Cranly’s eleven true Wicklowmen to free their sireland. Gaptoothed Kathleen, her four beautiful green fields, the stranger in her house. And one more to hail him : ave, rabbi : the Tinahely twelve.


.
23 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3691


In the shadow of the glen he cooees for them. My soul’s youth I gave him, night by night. God speed. Good hunting.


.
24 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3692


Mulligan has my telegram.


.
25 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3693


Folly. Persist.


.
26 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3694


—Our young Irish bards, John Eglinton censured, have yet to create a figure which the world will set beside Saxon Shakespeare’s Hamlet though I admire him, as old Ben did, on this side idolatry.


.
27 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3695


—All these questions are purely academic, Russell oracled out of his shadow. I mean, whether Hamlet is Shakespeare or James I or Essex. Clergymen’s discussions of the historicity of Jesus. Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. The painting of Gustave Moreau is the painting of ideas. The deepest poetry of Shelley, the words of Hamlet bring our minds into contact with the eternal wisdom, Plato’s world of ideas. All the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys.


.
28 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3696


A. E. has been telling some yankee interviewer. Wall, tarnation strike me !


.
29 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3697


—The schoolmen were schoolboys first, Stephen said superpolitely. Aristotle was once Plato’s schoolboy.


.
30 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3698


—And has remained so, one should hope, John Eglinton sedately said. One can see him, a model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm.


.
31 mars 2022

#Ulysse 3699


He laughed again at the now smiling bearded face.


.
1er avril 2022

#Ulysse 3700


Formless spiritual. Father, Word and Holy Breath. Allfather, the heavenly man. Hiesos Kristos, magician of the beautiful, the Logos who suffers in us at every moment. This verily is that. I am the fire upon the altar. I am the sacrificial butter.


.
2 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3701


Dunlop, Judge, the noblest Roman of them all, A. E., Arval, the Name Ineffable, in heaven hight : K. H., their master, whose identity is no secret to adepts. Brothers of the great white lodge always watching to see if they can help. The Christ with the bridesister, moisture of light, born of an ensouled virgin, repentant sophia, departed to the plane of buddhi. The life esoteric is not for ordinary person. O. P. must work off bad karma first. Mrs Cooper Oakley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister H. P. B.’s elemental.


.
3 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3702


O, fie ! Out on’t ! Pfuiteufel ! You naughtn’t to look, missus, so you naughtn’t when a lady’s ashowing of her elemental.


.
4 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3703


Mr Best entered, tall, young, mild, light.


.
5 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3704


He bore in his hand with grace a notebook, new, large, clean, bright.


.
6 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3705


—That model schoolboy, Stephen said, would find Hamlet’s musings about the afterlife of his princely soul, the improbable, insignificant and undramatic monologue, as shallow as Plato’s.


.
7 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3706


John Eglinton, frowning, said, waxing wroth :
— Upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato.


.
8 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3707


—Which of the two, Stephen asked, would have banished me from his commonwealth ?


.
9 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3708


Unsheathe your dagger definitions. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God : noise in the street : very peripatetic. Space : what you damn well have to see. Through spaces smaller than red globules of man’s blood they creepycrawl after Blake’s buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow. Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.


.
10 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3709


Mr Best came forward, amiable, towards his colleague.
— Haines is gone, he said.


.
11 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3710


—Is he ?


.
12 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3711


—I was showing him Jubainville’s book. He’s quite enthusiastic, don’t you know, about Hyde’s Lovesongs of Connacht. I couldn’t bring him in to hear the discussion. He’s gone to Gill’s to buy it.


.
13 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3712


Bound thee forth, my booklet, quick
To greet the callous public,
Writ, I ween, ’twas not my wish
In lean unlovely English.


.
14 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3713


—The peatsmoke is going to his head, John Eglinton opined.


.
15 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3714


We feel in England. Penitent thief. Gone. I smoked his baccy. Green twinkling stone. An emerald set in the ring of the sea.


.
16 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3715


—People do not know how dangerous lovesongs can be, the auric egg of Russell warned occultly. The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant’s heart on the hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the living mother. The rarefied air of the academy and the arena produce the sixshilling novel, the musichall song. France produces the finest flower of corruption in Mallarmé but the desirable life is revealed only to the poor of heart, the life of Homer’s Phaeacians.


.
17 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3716


From these words Mr Best turned an unoffending face to Stephen.


.
18 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3717


—Mallarmé, don’t you know, he said, has written those wonderful prose poems Stephen MacKenna used to read to me in Paris. The one about Hamlet. He says : il se promène, lisant au livre de lui-même, don’t you know, reading the book of himself. He describes Hamlet given in a French town, don’t you know, a provincial town. They advertised it.


.
19 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3718


His free hand graciously wrote tiny signs in air.

Hamlet
ou
Le Distrait
Pièce de Shakespeare


.
20 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3719


He repeated to John Eglinton’s newgathered frown :
— Pièce de Shakespeare, don’t you know. It’s so French. The French point of view. Hamlet ou ...


.
21 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3720


—The absentminded beggar, Stephen ended.


.
22 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3721


John Eglinton laughed.


.
23 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3722


—Yes, I suppose it would be, he said. Excellent people, no doubt, but distressingly shortsighted in some matters.


.
24 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3723


Sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder.


.
25 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3724


—A deathsman of the soul Robert Greene called him, Stephen said. Not for nothing was he a butcher’s son, wielding the sledded poleaxe and spitting in his palms. Nine lives are taken off for his father’s one. Our Father who art in purgatory. Khaki Hamlets don’t hesitate to shoot. The bloodboltered shambles in act five is a forecast of the concentration camp sung by Mr Swinburne.


.
26 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3725


Cranly, I his mute orderly, following battles from afar.


.
27 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3726


Whelps and dams of murderous foes whom none
But we had spared ....


.
28 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3727


Between the Saxon smile and yankee yawp. The devil and the deep sea.


.
29 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3728


—He will have it that Hamlet is a ghoststory, John Eglinton said for Mr Best’s behoof. Like the fat boy in Pickwick he wants to make our flesh creep.


.
30 avril 2022

#Ulysse 3729


List ! List ! O list !


.
1er mai 2022

#Ulysse 3730


My flesh hears him : creeping, hears.


.
2 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3731


If thou didst ever ....


.
3 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3732


—What is a ghost ? Stephen said with tingling energy. One who has faded into impalpability through death, through absence, through change of manners. Elizabethan London lay as far from Stratford as corrupt Paris lies from virgin Dublin. Who is the ghost from limbo patrum, returning to the world that has forgotten him ? Who is King Hamlet ?


.
4 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3733


John Eglinton shifted his spare body, leaning back to judge.


.
5 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3734


Lifted.


.
6 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3735


—It is this hour of a day in mid June, Stephen said, begging with a swift glance their hearing. The flag is up on the playhouse by the bankside. The bear Sackerson growls in the pit near it, Paris garden. Canvasclimbers who sailed with Drake chew their sausages among the groundlings.


.
7 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3736


Local colour. Work in all you know. Make them accomplices.


.
8 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3737


—Shakespeare has left the huguenot’s house in Silver street and walks by the swanmews along the riverbank. But he does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of cygnets towards the rushes. The swan of Avon has other thoughts.


.
10 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3738


Composition of place. Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me !


.
11 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3739


—The play begins. A player comes on under the shadow, made up in the castoff mail of a court buck, a wellset man with a bass voice. It is the ghost, the king, a king and no king, and the player is Shakespeare who has studied Hamlet all the years of his life which were not vanity in order to play the part of the spectre. He speaks the words to Burbage, the young player who stands before him beyond the rack of cerecloth, calling him by a name :

Hamlet, I am thy father’s spirit,

bidding him list. To a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince, young Hamlet and to the son of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare, who has died in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever.


.
12 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3740


Is it possible that that player Shakespeare, a ghost by absence, and in the vesture of buried Denmark, a ghost by death, speaking his own words to his own son’s name (had Hamnet Shakespeare lived he would have been prince Hamlet’s twin), is it possible, I want to know, or probable that he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion of those premises : you are the dispossessed son : I am the murdered father : your mother is the guilty queen, Ann Shakespeare, born Hathaway ?


.
13 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3741


—But this prying into the family life of a great man, Russell began impatiently.


.
14 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3742


Art thou there, truepenny ?


.
15 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3743


—Interesting only to the parish clerk. I mean, we have the plays. I mean when we read the poetry of King Lear what is it to us how the poet lived ? As for living our servants can do that for us, Villiers de l’Isle has said. Peeping and prying into greenroom gossip of the day, the poet’s drinking, the poet’s debts. We have King Lear : and it is immortal.


.
16 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3744


Mr Best’s face, appealed to, agreed.


.
17 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3745


low over them with your waves and with your waters,
Mananaan,
Mananaan MacLir ....


.
18 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3746


How now, sirrah, that pound he lent you when you were hungry ?


.
19 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3747


Marry, I wanted it.


.
20 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3748


Take thou this noble.


.
21 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3749


Go to ! You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson’s bed, clergyman’s daughter. Agenbite of inwit.


.
22 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3750


Do you intend to pay it back ?


.
23 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3751


O, yes.


.
24 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3752


When ? Now ?


.
25 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3753


Well .... No.


.
26 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3754


When, then ?


.
27 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3755


I paid my way. I paid my way.


.
28 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3756


Steady on. He’s from beyant Boyne water. The northeast corner. You owe it.


.
29 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3757


Wait. Five months. Molecules all change. I am other I now. Other I got pound.


.
30 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3758


Buzz. Buzz.


.
31 mai 2022

#Ulysse 3759


But I, entelechy, form of forms, am I by memory because under everchanging forms.


.
1er juin 2022

#Ulysse 3760


I that sinned and prayed and fasted.


.
2 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3761


A child Conmee saved from pandies.


.
3 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3762


I, I and I. I.


.
4 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3763


A.E.I.O.U.


.
5 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3764


—Do you mean to fly in the face of the tradition of three centuries ? John Eglinton’s carping voice asked. Her ghost at least has been laid for ever. She died, for literature at least, before she was born.


.
6 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3765


—She died, Stephen retorted, sixtyseven years after she was born. She saw him into and out of the world. She took his first embraces. She bore his children and she laid pennies on his eyes to keep his eyelids closed when he lay on his deathbed.


.
7 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3766


Mother’s deathbed. Candle. The sheeted mirror. Who brought me into this world lies there, bronzelidded, under few cheap flowers. Liliata rutilantium.


.
8 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3767


I wept alone.


.
9 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3768


John Eglinton looked in the tangled glowworm of his lamp.
— The world believes that Shakespeare made a mistake, he said, and got out of it as quickly and as best he could.


.
10 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3769


—Bosh ! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.


.
11 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3770


Portals of discovery opened to let in the quaker librarian, softcreakfooted, bald, eared and assiduous.


.
12 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3771


—A shrew, John Eglinton said shrewdly, is not a useful portal of discovery, one should imagine. What useful discovery did Socrates learn from Xanthippe ?


.
13 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3772


—Dialectic, Stephen answered : and from his mother how to bring thoughts into the world. What he learnt from his other wife Myrto (absit nomen !), Socratididion’s Epipsychidion, no man, not a woman, will ever know. But neither the midwife’s lore nor the caudlelectures saved him from the archons of Sinn Fein and their naggin of hemlock.


.
14 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3773


—But Ann Hathaway ? Mr Best’s quiet voice said forgetfully. Yes, we seem to be forgetting her as Shakespeare himself forgot her.


.
15 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3774


His look went from brooder’s beard to carper’s skull, to remind, to chide them not unkindly, then to the baldpink lollard costard, guiltless though maligned.


.
16 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3775


—He had a good groatsworth of wit, Stephen said, and no truant memory. He carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to Romeville whistling The Girl I left behind me. If the earthquake did not time it we should know where to place poor Wat, sitting in his form, the cry of hounds, the studded bridle and her blue windows. That memory, Venus and Adonis, lay in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London. Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured ? Hortensio calls her young and beautiful. Do you think the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire to lie withal ? Good : he left her and gained the world of men. But his boywomen are the women of a boy. Their life, hought, speech are lent them by males. He chose badly ? He was chosen, it seems to me. If others have their will Ann hath a way. By cock, she was to blame. She put the comether on him, sweet and twentysix. The greyeyed goddess who bends over the boy Adonis, stooping to conquer, as prologue to the swelling act, is a boldfaced Stratford wench who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger than herself.


.
17 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3776


And my turn ? When ?


.
18 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3777


Come !


.
19 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3778


—Ryefield, Mr Best said brightly, gladly, raising his new book, gladly, brightly.


.
20 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3779


He murmured then with blond delight for all :
— Between the acres of the rye
These pretty countryfolk would lie.


.
21 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3780


Paris : the wellpleased pleaser.


.
22 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3781


A tall figure in bearded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its cooperative watch.


.
23 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3782


—I am afraid I am due at the Homestead.


.
24 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3783


Whither away ? Exploitable ground.


.
25 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3784


—Are you going ? John Eglinton’s active eyebrows asked. Shall we see you at Moore’s tonight ? Piper is coming.


.
26 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3785


—Piper ! Mr Best piped. Is Piper back ?


.
27 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3786


Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.


.
28 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3787


—I don’t know if I can. Thursday. We have our meeting. If I can get away in time.


.
29 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3788


Yogibogeybox in Dawson chambers. Isis Unveiled. Their Pali book we tried to pawn. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their oversoul, mahamahatma. The faithful hermetists await the light, ripe for chelaship, ringroundabout him. Louis H. Victory. T. Caulfield Irwin. Lotus ladies tend them i’the eyes, their pineal glands aglow. Filled with his god, he thrones, Buddh under plantain. Gulfer of souls, engulfer. Hesouls, shesouls, shoals of souls. Engulfed with wailing creecries, whirled, whirling, they bewail.


.
30 juin 2022

#Ulysse 3789


In quintessential triviality
For years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt.


.
1er juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3790


—They say we are to have a literary surprise, the quaker librarian said, friendly and earnest. Mr Russell, rumour has it, is gathering together a sheaf of our younger poets’ verses. We are all looking forward anxiously.


.
2 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3791


Anxiously he glanced in the cone of lamplight where three faces, lighted, shone.


.
3 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3792


See this. Remember.


.
4 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3793


Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his ashplanthandle over his knee. My casque and sword.


.
5 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3794


Touch lightly with two index fingers. Aristotle’s experiment. One or two ? Necessity is that in virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise. Argal, one hat is one hat.


.
6 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3795


Listen.


.
7 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3796


Young Colum and Starkey. George Roberts is doing the commercial part. Longworth will give it a good puff in the Express. O, will he ? I liked Colum’s Drover. Yes, I think he has that queer thing genius. Do you think he has genius really ? Yeats admired his line : As in wild earth a Grecian vase. Did he ? I hope you’ll be able to come tonight. Malachi Mulligan is coming too. Moore asked him to bring Haines. Did you hear Miss Mitchell’s joke about Moore and Martyn ? That Moore is Martyn’s wild oats ? Awfully clever, isn’t it ? They remind one of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Our national epic has yet to be written, Dr Sigerson says. Moore is the man for it. A knight of the rueful countenance here in Dublin. With a saffron kilt ? O’Neill Russell ? O, yes, he must speak the grand old tongue. And his Dulcinea ? James Stephens is doing some clever sketches. We are becoming important, it seems.


.
8 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3797


Cordelia. Cordoglio. Lir’s loneliest daughter.


.
9 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3798


Nookshotten. Now your best French polish.


.
10 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3799


—Thank you very much, Mr Russell, Stephen said, rising. If you will be so kind as to give the letter to Mr Norman ...


.
11 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3800


—O, yes. If he considers it important it will go in. We have so much correspondence.


.
12 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3801


—I understand, Stephen said. Thanks.


.
13 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3802


God ild you. The pigs’ paper. Bullockbefriending.


.
14 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3803


Synge has promised me an article for Dana too. Are we going to be read ? I feel we are. The Gaelic league wants something in Irish. I hope you will come round tonight. Bring Starkey.


.
15 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3804


Stephen sat down.


.
16 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3805


The quaker librarian came from the leavetakers. Blushing, his mask said :
— Mr Dedalus, your views are most illuminating.


.
17 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3806


He creaked to and fro, tiptoing up nearer heaven by the altitude of a chopine, and, covered by the noise of outgoing, said low :
— Is it your view, then, that she was not faithful to the poet ?


.
18 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3807


Alarmed face asks me. Why did he come ? Courtesy or an inward light ?


.
19 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3808


—Where there is a reconciliation, Stephen said, there must have been first a sundering.


.
20 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3809


—Yes.


.
21 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3810


Christfox in leather trews, hiding, a runaway in blighted treeforks, from hue and cry. Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the chase.


.
22 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3811


Women he won to him, tender people, a whore of Babylon, ladies of justices, bully tapsters’ wives. Fox and geese.


.
23 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3812


And in New Place a slack dishonoured body that once was comely, once as sweet, as fresh as cinnamon, now her leaves falling, all, bare, frighted of the narrow grave and unforgiven.


.
24 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3813


—Yes. So you think ....


.
25 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3814


The door closed behind the outgoer.


.
26 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3815


Rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell, rest of warm and brooding air.


.
27 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3816


A vestal’s lamp.


.
28 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3817


Here he ponders things that were not : what Caesar would have lived to do had he believed the soothsayer : what might have been : possibilities of the possible as possible : things not known : what name Achilles bore when he lived among women.


.
29 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3818


Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice of that Egyptian highpriest. In painted chambers loaded with tilebooks.


.
30 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3819


They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still : but an itch of death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak their will.


.
31 juillet 2022

#Ulysse 3820


—Certainly, John Eglinton mused, of all great men he is the most enigmatic. We know nothing but that he lived and suffered. Not even so much. Others abide our question. A shadow hangs over all the rest.


.
1er août 2022

#Ulysse 3821


—But Hamlet is so personal, isn’t it ? Mr Best pleaded. I mean, a kind of private paper, don’t you know, of his private life. I mean, I don’t care a button, don’t you know, who is killed or who is guilty ...


.
2 août 2022

#Ulysse 3822


He rested an innocent book on the edge of the desk, smiling his defiance. His private papers in the original. Ta an bad ar an tir. Taim in mo shagart. Put beurla on it, littlejohn.


.
3 août 2022

#Ulysse 3823


Quoth littlejohn Eglinton :
— I was prepared for paradoxes from what Malachi Mulligan told us but I may as well warn you that if you want to shake my belief that Shakespeare is Hamlet you have a stern task before you.


.
4 août 2022

#Ulysse 3824


Bear with me.


.
5 août 2022

#Ulysse 3825


Stephen withstood the bane of miscreant eyes glinting stern under wrinkled brows. A basilisk. E quando vede l’uomo l’attosca. Messer Brunetto, I thank thee for the word.


.
6 août 2022

#Ulysse 3826


—As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist weave and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where it was when I was born, though all my body has been woven of new stuff time after time, so through the ghost of the unquiet father the image of the unliving son looks forth. In the intense instant of imagination, when the mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that which I was is that which I am and that which in possibility I may come to be. So in the future, the sister of the past, I may see myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that which then I shall be.


.
7 août 2022

#Ulysse 3827


Drummond of Hawthornden helped you at that stile.


.
8 août 2022

#Ulysse 3828


—Yes, Mr Best said youngly. I feel Hamlet quite young. The bitterness might be from the father but the passages with Ophelia are surely from the son.


.
9 août 2022

#Ulysse 3829


Has the wrong sow by the lug. He is in my father. I am in his son.


.
10 août 2022

#Ulysse 3830


—That mole is the last to go, Stephen said, laughing.


.
11 août 2022

#Ulysse 3831


John Eglinton made a nothing pleasing mow.


.
12 août 2022

#Ulysse 3832


—If that were the birthmark of genius, he said, genius would be a drug in the market. The plays of Shakespeare’s later years which Renan admired so much breathe another spirit.


.
13 août 2022

#Ulysse 3833


—The spirit of reconciliation, the quaker librarian breathed.


.
14 août 2022

#Ulysse 3834


—There can be no reconciliation, Stephen said, if there has not been a sundering.


.
15 août 2022

#Ulysse 3835


Said that.


.
16 août 2022

#Ulysse 3836


—If you want to know what are the events which cast their shadow over the hell of time of King Lear, Othello, Hamlet, Troilus and Cressida, look to see when and how the shadow lifts. What softens the heart of a man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like another Ulysses, Pericles, prince of Tyre ?


.
17 août 2022

#Ulysse 3837


Head, redconecapped, buffeted, brineblinded.


.
18 août 2022

#Ulysse 3838


—A child, a girl, placed in his arms, Marina.


.
19 août 2022

#Ulysse 3839


—The leaning of sophists towards the bypaths of apocrypha is a constant quantity, John Eglinton detected. The highroads are dreary but they lead to the town.


.
20 août 2022

#Ulysse 3840


Good Bacon : gone musty. Shakespeare Bacon’s wild oats. Cypherjugglers going the highroads. Seekers on the great quest. What town, good masters ? Mummed in names : A. E., eon : Magee, John Eglinton. East of the sun, west of the moon : Tir na n-og. Booted the twain and staved.

How many miles to Dublin ?
Three score and ten, sir.
Will we be there by candlelight ?


.
21 août 2022

#Ulysse 3841


—Mr Brandes accepts it, Stephen said, as the first play of the closing period.


.
22 août 2022

#Ulysse 3842


—Does he ? What does Mr Sidney Lee, or Mr Simon Lazarus as some aver his name is, say of it ?


.
23 août 2022

#Ulysse 3843


—Marina, Stephen said, a child of storm, Miranda, a wonder, Perdita, that which was lost. What was lost is given back to him : his daugther’s child. My dearest wife, Pericles says, was like this maid. Will any man love the daughter if he has not loved the mother ?


.
24 août 2022

#Ulysse 3844


—The art of being a grandfather, Mr Best gan murmur. L’art d’être grandp .....


.
25 août 2022

#Ulysse 3845


—Will he not see reborn in her, with the memory of his own youth added, another image ?


.
26 août 2022

#Ulysse 3846


Do you know what you are talking about ? Love, yes. Word known to all men. Amor vero aliquid alicui bonum vult unde et ea quae concupiscimus ...


.
27 août 2022

#Ulysse 3847


—His own image to a man with that queer thing genius is the standard of all experience, material and moral. Such an appeal will touch him. The images of other males of his blood will repel him. He will see in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself.


.
28 août 2022

#Ulysse 3848


The benign forehead of the quaker librarian enkindled rosily with hope.


.
29 août 2022

#Ulysse 3849


—I hope Mr Dedalus will work out his theory for the enlightenment of the public. And we ought to mention another Irish commentator, Mr George Bernard Shaw. Nor should we forget Mr Frank Harris. His articles on Shakespeare in the Saturday Review were surely brilliant. Oddly enough he too draws for us an unhappy relation with the dark lady of the sonnets. The favoured rival is William Herbert, earl of Pembroke. I own that if the poet must be rejected such a rejection would seem more in harmony with - what shall I say ? - our notions of what ought not to have been.


.
30 août 2022

#Ulysse 3850


Felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them, auk’s egg, prize of their fray.


.
31 août 2022

#Ulysse 3851


He thous and thees her with grave husbandwords. Dost love, Miriam ? Dost love thy man ?


.
1er septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3852


—That may be too, Stephen said. There’s a saying of Goethe’s which Mr Magee likes to quote. Beware of what you wish for in youth because you will get it in middle life. Why does he send to one who is a buonaroba, a bay where all men ride, a maid of honour with a scandalous girlhood, a lordling to woo for him ? He was himself a lord of language and had made himself a coistrel gentleman and he had written Romeo and Juliet. Why ? Belief in himself has been untimely killed. He was overborne in a cornfield first (a ryefield, I should say) and he will never be a victor in his own eyes after nor play victoriously the game of laugh and lie down. Assumed dongiovannism will not save him. No later undoing will undo the first undoing. The tusk of the boar has wounded him there where love lies ableeding. If the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her woman’s invisible weapon. There is, I feel in the words, some goad of the flesh driving him into a new passion, a darker shadow of the first, darkening even his own understanding of himself. A like fate awaits him and the two rages commingle in a whirlpool.


.
2 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3853


They list. And in the porches of their ears I pour.


.
3 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3854


—The soul has been before stricken mortally, a poison poured in the porch of a sleeping ear. But those who are done to death in sleep cannot know the manner of their quell unless their Creator endow their souls with that knowledge in the life to come. The poisoning and the beast with two backs that urged it King Hamlet’s ghost could not know of were he not endowed with knowledge by his creator. That is why the speech (his lean unlovely English) is always turned elsewhere, backward. Ravisher and ravished, what he would but would not, go with him from Lucrece’s bluecircled ivory globes to Imogen’s breast, bare, with its mole cinquespotted. He goes back, weary of the creation he has piled up to hide him from himself, an old dog licking an old sore. But, because loss is his gain, he passes on towards eternity in undiminished personality, untaught by the wisdom he has written or by the laws he has revealed. His beaver is up. He is a ghost, a shadow now, the wind by Elsinore’s rocks or what you will, the sea’s voice, a voice heard only in the heart of him who is the substance of his shadow, the son consubstantial with the father.


.
4 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3855


—Amen ! was responded from the doorway.


.
5 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3856


Hast thou found me, O mine enemy ?


.
6 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3857


Entr’acte.


.
7 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3858


A ribald face, sullen as a dean’s, Buck Mulligan came forward, then blithe in motley, towards the greeting of their smiles.


.
8 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3859


My telegram.


.
9 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3860


—You were speaking of the gaseous vertebrate, if I mistake not ? he asked of Stephen.


.
10 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3861


Primrosevested he greeted gaily with his doffed Panama as with a bauble.


.
11 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3862


They make him welcome. Was Du verlachst wirst Du noch dienen.


.
12 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3863


Brood of mockers : Photius, pseudo Malachi, Johann Most.


.
13 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3864


He Who Himself begot middler the Holy Ghost and Himself sent Himself, Agenbuyer, between Himself and others, Who, put upon by His fiends, stripped and whipped, was nailed like bat to barndoor, starved on crosstree, Who let Him bury, stood up, harrowed hell, fared into heaven and there these nineteen hundred years sitteth on the right hand of His Own Self but yet shall come in the latter day to doom the quick and dead when all the quick shall be dead already.


.
14 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3865



.
15 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3866


He lifts his hands. Veils fall. O, flowers ! Bells with bells with bells aquiring.


.
16 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3867


—Yes, indeed, the quaker librarian said. A most instructive discussion. Mr Mulligan, I’ll be bound, has his theory too of the play and of Shakespeare. All sides of life should be represented.


.
17 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3868


He smiled on all sides equally.


.
18 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3869


Buck Mulligan thought, puzzled.
— Shakespeare ? he said. I seem to know the name.


.
19 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3870


A flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features.


.
20 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3871


—To be sure, he said, remembering brightly. The chap that writes like Synge.


.
21 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3872


Mr Best turned to him.
— Haines missed you, he said. Did you meet him ? He’ll see you after at the D. B. C. He’s gone to Gill’s to buy Hyde’s Lovesongs of Connacht.


.
22 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3873


—I came through the museum, Buck Mulligan said. Was he here ?


.
23 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3874


—The bard’s fellowcountrymen, John Eglinton answered, are rather tired perhaps of our brilliancies of theorising. I hear that an actress played Hamlet for the fourhundredandeighth time last night in Dublin. Vining held that the prince was a woman. Has no-one made him out to be an Irishman ? Judge Barton, I believe, is searching for some clues. He swears (His Highness not His Lordship) by saint Patrick.


.
24 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3875


—The most brilliant of all is that story of Wilde’s, Mr Best said, lifting his brilliant notebook. That Portrait of Mr W. H. where he proves that the sonnets were written by a Willie Hughes, a man all hues.


.
25 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3876


—For Willie Hughes, is it not ? the quaker librarian asked.


.
26 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3877


Or Hughie Wills ? Mr William Himself. W. H. : who am I ?


.
27 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3878


—I mean, for Willie Hughes, Mr Best said, amending his gloss easily. Of course it’s all paradox, don’t you know, Hughes and hews and hues, the colour, but it’s so typical the way he works it out. It’s the very essence of Wilde, don’t you know. The light touch.


.
28 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3879


His glance touched their faces lightly as he smiled, a blond ephebe. Tame essence of Wilde.


.
29 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3880


You’re darned witty. Three drams of usquebaugh you drank with Dan Deasy’s ducats.


.
30 septembre 2022

#Ulysse 3881


How much did I spend ? O, a few shillings.


.
1er octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3882


For a plump of pressmen. Humour wet and dry.


.
2 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3883


Wit. You would give your five wits for youth’s proud livery he pranks in. Lineaments of gratified desire.


.
3 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3884


There be many mo. Take her for me. In pairing time. Jove, a cool ruttime send them. Yea, turtledove her.


.
4 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3885


Eve. Naked wheatbellied sin. A snake coils her, fang in’s kiss.


.
5 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3886


—Do you think it is only a paradox ? the quaker librarian was asking. The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.


.
6 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3887


They talked seriously of mocker’s seriousness.


.
7 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3888


Buck Mulligan’s again heavy face eyed Stephen awhile.


.
8 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3889


Then, his head wagging, he came near, drew a folded telegram from his pocket.


.
9 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3890


His mobile lips read, smiling with new delight.


.
10 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3891


—Telegram ! he said. Wonderful inspiration ! Telegram ! A papal bull !


.
11 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3892


He sat on a corner of the unlit desk, reading aloud joyfully :
— The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done. Signed : Dedalus. Where did you launch it from ? The kips ? No. College Green. Have you drunk the four quid ? The aunt is going to call on your unsubstantial father. Telegram ! Malachi Mulligan, The Ship, lower Abbey street. O, you peerless mummer ! O, you priestified Kinchite !


.
12 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3893


Joyfully he thrust message and envelope into a pocket but keened in a querulous brogue :
— It’s what I’m telling you, mister honey, it’s queer and sick we were, Haines and myself, the time himself brought it in. ’Twas murmur we did for a gallus potion would rouse a friar, I’m thinking, and he limp with leching. And we one hour and two hours and three hours in Connery’s sitting civil waiting for pints apiece.


.
13 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3894


He wailed :
— And we to be there, mavrone, and you to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long like the drouthy clerics do be fainting for a pussful.


.
14 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3895


Stephen laughed.


.
15 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3896


Quickly, warningfully Buck Mulligan bent down.


.
16 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3897


—The tramper Synge is looking for you, he said, to murder you. He heard you pissed on his halldoor in Glasthule. He’s out in pampooties to murder you.


.
17 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3898


—Me ! Stephen exclaimed. That was your contribution to literature.


.
18 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3899


—Murder you ! he laughed.


.
19 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3900


Harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue Saint Andre des Arts. In words of words for words, palabras. Oisin with Patrick. Faunman he met in Clamart woods, brandishing a winebottle. C’est vendredi saint ! Murthering Irish. His image, wandering, he met. I mine. I met a fool i’the forest.


.
20 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3901


—Mr Lyster, an attendant said from the door ajar.


.
21 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3902


—..... in which everyone can find his own. So Mr Justice Madden in his Diary of Master William Silence has found the hunting terms .... Yes ? What is it ?


.
22 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3903


—There’s a gentleman here, sir, the attendant said, coming forward and offering a card. From the Freeman. He wants to see the files of the Kilkenny People for last year.


.
23 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3904


—Certainly, certainly, certainly. Is the gentleman ......?


.
24 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3905


He took the eager card, glanced, not saw, laid down unglanced, looked, asked, creaked, asked :
— Is he ......? O, there !


.
25 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3906


Brisk in a galliard he was off, out. In the daylit corridor he talked with voluble pains of zeal, in duty bound, most fair, most kind, most honest broadbrim.


.
26 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3907


In the daylit corridor he talked with voluble pains of zeal, in duty bound, most fair, most kind, most honest broadbrim.


.
27 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3908


—This gentleman ? Freeman’s Journal ? Kilkenny People ? To be sure. Good day, sir. Kilkenny .... We have certainly ....


.
28 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3909


A patient silhouette waited, listening.


.
29 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3910


—All the leading provincial .... Northern Whig, Cork Examiner, Enniscorthy Guardian. Last year. 1903 .... Will you please ... Evans, conduct this gentleman ... If you just follow the atten .... Or, please allow me .... This way ... Please, sir ....


.
30 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3911


Voluble, dutiful, he led the way to all the provincial papers, a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels.


.
31 octobre 2022

#Ulysse 3912


The door closed.


.
1er novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3913


—The sheeny ! Buck Mulligan cried.


.
2 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3914


He jumped up and snatched the card.


.
3 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3915


—What’s his name ? Ikey Moses ? Bloom.


.
4 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3916


He rattled on :
— Jehovah, collector of prepuces, is no more. I found him over in the museum where I went to hail the foamborn Aphrodite. The Greek mouth that has never been twisted in prayer. Every day we must do homage to her. Life of life, thy lips enkindle.


.
5 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3917


Suddenly he turned to Stephen :
— He knows you. He knows your old fellow. O, I fear me, he is Greeker than the Greeks. His pale Galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove. Venus Kallipyge. O, the thunder of those loins ! The god pursuing the maiden hid.


.
6 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3918


—We want to hear more, John Eglinton decided with Mr Best’s approval. We begin to be interested in Mrs S. Till now we had thought of her, if at all, as a patient Griselda, a Penelope stay-at-home.


.
7 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3919


—Antisthenes, pupil of Gorgias, Stephen said, took the palm of beauty from Kyrios Menelaus’ brooddam, Argive Helen, the wooden mare of Troy in whom a score of heroes slept, and handed it to poor Penelope. Twenty years he lived in London and, during part of that time, he drew a salary equal to that of the lord chancellor of Ireland. His life was rich. His art, more than the art of feudalism as Walt Whitman called it, is the art of surfeit. Hot herringpies, green mugs of sack, honeysauces, sugar of roses, marchpane, gooseberried pigeons, ringocandies. Sir Walter Raleigh, when they arrested him, had half a million francs on his back including a pair of fancy stays. The gombeenwoman Eliza Tudor had underlinen enough to vie with her of Sheba. Twenty years he dallied there between conjugial love and its chaste delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures. You know Manningham’s story of the burgher’s wife who bade Dick Burbage to her bed after she had seen him in Richard III and how Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the cow by the horns and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate, answered from the capon’s blankets : William the conqueror came before Richard III. And the gay lakin, mistress Fitton, mount and cry O, and his dainty birdsnies, lady Penelope Rich, a clean quality woman is suited for a player, and the punks of the bankside, a penny a time.


.
8 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3920


Cours la Reine. Encore vingt sous. Nous ferons de petites cochonneries. Minette ? Tu veux ?


.
9 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3921


The height of fine society. And sir William Davenant of Oxford’s motherwith her cup of canary for any cockcanary.


.
10 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3922


Buck Mulligan, his pious eyes upturned, prayed :
— Blessed Margaret Mary Anycock !


.
11 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3923


— And Harry of six wives’ daughter. And other lady friends from neighbourseats as Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet, sings. But all those twenty yearswhat do you suppose poor Penelope in Stratford was doing behind thediamond panes ?


.
12 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3924


Do and do. Thing done.


.
13 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3925


In a rosery of Fetter lane of Gerard, herbalist, hewalks, greyedauburn. An azured harebell like her veins. Lids of Juno’s eyes,violets. He walks.


.
14 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3926


One life is all. One body. Do. But do.


.
15 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3927


Afar, in a reek oflust and squalor, hands are laid on whiteness.


.
16 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3728


Buck Mulligan rapped John Eglinton’s desk sharply.
— Whom do you suspect ? he challenged.


.
17 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3929


— Say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets. Once spurned twicespurned. But the court wanton spurned him for a lord, his dearmylove.


.
18 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3930


Love that dare not speak its name.


.
19 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3931


—As an Englishman, you mean, John sturdy Eglinton put in, he loved a lord.


.
20 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3932


Old wall where sudden lizards flash. At Charenton I watched them.


.
21 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3933


—It seems so, Stephen said, when he wants to do for him, and for all other and singular uneared wombs, the holy office an ostler does for the stallion. Maybe, like Socrates, he had a midwife to mother as he had a shrew to wife. But she, the giglot wanton, did not break a bedvow. Two deeds are rank in that ghost’s mind : a broken vow and the dullbrained yokel on whom her favour has declined, deceased husband’s brother. Sweet Ann, I take it, was hot in the blood. Once a wooer, twice a wooer.


.
22 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3934


Stephen turned boldly in his chair.


.
23 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3935


—The burden of proof is with you not with me, he said frowning. If you deny that in the fifth scene of Hamlet he has branded her with infamy tell me why there is no mention of her during the thirtyfour years between the day she married him and the day she buried him. All those women saw their men down and under : Mary, her goodman John, Ann, her poor dear Willun, when he went and died on her, raging that he was the first to go, Joan, her four brothers, Judith, her husband and all her sons, Susan, her husband too, while Susan’s daughter, Elizabeth, to use granddaddy’s words, wed her second, having killed her first. O, yes, mention there is. In the years when he was living richly in royal London to pay a debt she had to borrow forty shillings from her father’s shepherd. Explain you then. Explain the swansong too wherein he has commended her to posterity.


.
24 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3936


He faced their silence.


.
25 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3937


To whom thus Eglinton : You mean the will.
But that has been explained, I believe, by jurists.
She was entitled to her widow’s dower
At common law. His legal knowledge was great
Our judges tell us.

Him Satan fleers,
Mocker :

And therefore he left out her name
From the first draft but he did not leave out
The presents for his granddaughter, for his daughters,
For his sister, for his old cronies in Stratford
And in London. And therefore when he was urged,
As I believe, to name her
He left her his
Secondbest
Bed.

Punkt.

Leftherhis
Secondbest
Leftherhis
Bestabed
Secabest
Leftabed.


.
26 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3938


Woa !


.
27 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3939


—Pretty countryfolk had few chattels then, John Eglinton observed, as they have still if our peasant plays are true to type.


.
28 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3940


—He was a rich country gentleman, Stephen said, with a coat of arms and landed estate at Stratford and a house in Ireland yard, a capitalist shareholder, a bill promoter, a tithefarmer. Why did he not leave her his best bed if he wished her to snore away the rest of her nights in peace ?


.
29 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3941


—It is clear that there were two beds, a best and a secondbest, Mr Secondbest Best said finely.


.
30 novembre 2022

#Ulysse 3942


—Separatio a mensa et a thalamo, bettered Buck Mulligan and was smiled on.


.
1er décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3943


—Antiquity mentions famous beds, Second Eglinton puckered, bedsmiling. Let me think.


.
2 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3944


—Antiquity mentions that Stagyrite schoolurchin and bald heathen sage, Stephen said, who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves, pays tribute to his elders, wills to be laid in earth near the bones of his dead wife and bids his friends be kind to an old mistress (don’t forget Nell Gwynn Herpyllis) and let her live in his villa.


.
3 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3945


— Do you mean he died so ? Mr Best asked with slight concern. I mean ....


.
4 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3946


—He died dead drunk, Buck Mulligan capped. A quart of ale is a dish for a king. O, I must tell you what Dowden said !


.
5 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3947


—What ? asked Besteglinton.


.
6 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3948


William Shakespeare and company, limited. The people’s William. For terms apply : E. Dowden, Highfield house ....


.
7 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3949


—Lovely ! Buck Mulligan suspired amorously. I asked him what he thought of the charge of pederasty brought against the bard. He lifted his hands and said : All we can say is that life ran very high in those days. Lovely !


.
8 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3940


Catamite.


.
9 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3941


—The sense of beauty leads us astray, said beautifulinsadness Best to ugling Eglinton.


.
10 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3952


Steadfast John replied severe :
— The doctor can tell us what those words mean. You cannot eat your cake and have it.


.
11 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3953


Sayest thou so ? Will they wrest from us, from me, the palm of beauty ?


.
12 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3954


—And the sense of property, Stephen said. He drew Shylock out of his own long pocket. The son of a maltjobber and moneylender he was himself a cornjobber and moneylender, with ten tods of corn hoarded in the famine riots. His borrowers are no doubt those divers of worship mentioned by Chettle Falstaff who reported his uprightness of dealing. He sued a fellowplayer for the price of a few bags of malt and exacted his pound of flesh in interest for every money lent. How else could Aubrey’s ostler and callboy get rich quick ? All events brought grist to his mill. Shylock chimes with the jewbaiting that followed the hanging and quartering of the queen’s leech Lopez, his jew’s heart being plucked forth while the sheeny was yet alive : Hamlet and Macbeth with the coming to the throne of a Scotch philosophaster with a turn for witchroasting. The lost armada is his jeer in Love’s Labour Lost. His pageants, the histories, sail fullbellied on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm. Warwickshire jesuits are tried and we have a porter’s theory of equivocation. The Sea Venture comes home from Bermudas and the play Renan admired is written with Patsy Caliban, our American cousin. The sugared sonnets follow Sidney’s. As for fay Elizabeth, otherwise carrotty Bess, the gross virgin who inspired the Merry Wives of Windsor, let some meinherr from Almany grope his life long for deephid meanings in the depths of the buckbasket.


.
13 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3955


I think you’re getting on very nicely. Just mix up a mixture of theolologicophilolological. Mingo, minxi, mictum, mingere.


.
14 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3956


—Prove that he was a jew, John Eglinton dared, expectantly. Your dean of studies holds he was a holy Roman.


.
15 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3957


Sufflaminandus sum.


.
16 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3958


—He was made in Germany, Stephen replied, as the champion French polisher of Italian scandals.


.
17 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3959


—A myriadminded man, Mr Best reminded. Coleridge called him myriadminded.


.
18 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3960


Amplius. In societate humana hoe est maxime necessarium ut sit amicitia inter multos.


.
19 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3961


—Saint Thomas, Stephen began ...


.
20 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3962


—Ora pro nobis, Monk Mulligan groaned, sinking to a chair.


.
21 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3963


There he keened a wailing rune :
— Pogue mahone ! Acushla machree ! It’s destroyed we are from this day ! It’s destroyed we are surely !


.
22 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3964


All smiled their smiles.


.
23 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3965


—Saint Thomas, Stephen smiling said, whose gorbellied works I enjoy reading in the original, writing of incest from a standpoint different from that of the new Viennese school Mr Magee spoke of, likens it in his wise and curious way to an avarice of the emotions. He means that the love so given to one near in blood is covetously withheld from some stranger who, it may be, hungers for it. Jews, whom christians tax with avarice, are of all races the most given to intermarriage. Accusations are made in anger. The christian laws which built up the hoards of the jews (for whom, as for the lollards, storm was shelter) bound their affections too with hoops of steel. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet. But a man who holds so tightly to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his wife. No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or his manservant or his maidservant or his jackass.


.
24 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3966


—Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan antiphoned.


.
25 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3967


—Gentle Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said gently.


.
26 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3968


—Which will ? gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan. We are getting mixed.


.
27 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3969


—The will to live, John Eglinton philosophised, for poor Ann, Will’s widow, is the will to die.


.
28 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3970


—Requiescat ! Stephen prayed.

What of all the will to do ?
It has vanished long ago ...die.


.
29 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3971


—She lies laid out in stark stiffness in that secondbest bed, the mobled queen, even though you prove that a bed in those days was as rare as a motorcar is now and that its carvings were the wonder of seven parishes. In old age she takes up with gospellers (one stayed with her at New Place and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in which bed he slept it skills not to ask) and heard she had a soul. She read or had read to her his chapbooks preferring them to the Merry Wives and, loosing her nightly waters on the jordan, she thought over Hooks and Eyes for Believers’ Breeches and The Most Spiritual Snuffbox to Make the Most Devout Souls Sneeze. Venus has twisted her lips in prayer. Agenbite of inwit : remorse of conscience. It is an age of exhausted whoredom groping for its god.


.
30 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3972


—History shows that to be true, inquit Eglintonus Chronolologos. The ages succeed one another. But we have it on high authority that a man’s worst enemies shall be those of his own house and family. I feel that Russell is right. What do we care for his wife or father ? I should say that only family poets have family lives. Falstaff was not a family man. I feel that the fat knight is his supreme creation.


.
31 décembre 2022

#Ulysse 3973


Lean, he lay back.


.
1er janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3974


Shy, deny thy kindred, the unco guid. Shy, supping with the godless, he sneaks the cup. A sire in Ultonian Antrim bade it him. Visits him here on quarter days. Mr Magee, sir, there’s a gentleman to see you. Me ? Says he’s your father, sir. Give me my Wordsworth. Enter Magee Mor Matthew, a rugged rough rugheaded kern, in strossers with a buttoned codpiece, his nether stocks bemired with clauber of ten forests, a wand of wilding in his hand.


.
2 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3975


Your own ? He knows your old fellow. The widower.


.
3 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3976


Hurrying to her squalid deathlair from gay Paris on the quayside I touched his hand. The voice, new warmth, speaking. Dr Bob Kenny is attending her. The eyes that wish me well. But do not know me.


.
4 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3977



.
5 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3978


What the hell are you driving at ?


.
6 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3979


I know. Shut up. Blast you.


.
7 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3980


I have reasons.


.
8 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3981


Amplius. Adhuc. Iterum. Postea.


.
9 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3982


Are you condemned to do this ?


.
10 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3983


—They are sundered by a bodily shame so steadfast that the criminal annals of the world, stained with all other incests and bestialities, hardly record its breach. Sons with mothers, sires with daughters, lesbic sisters, loves that dare not speak their name, nephews with grandmothers, jailbirds with keyholes, queens with prize bulls. The son unborn mars beauty : born, he brings pain, divides affection, increases care. He is a new male : his growth is his father’s decline, his youth his father’s envy, his friend his father’s enemy.


.
11 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3984


In rue Monsieur le Prince I thought it.


.
12 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3985


—What links them in nature ? An instant of blind rut.


.
13 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3986


Am I a father ? If I were ?


.
14 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3987


Shrunken uncertain hand.


.
15 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3988


—Sabellius, the African, subtlest heresiarch of all the beasts of the field, held that the Father was Himself His Own Son. The bulldog of Aquin, with whom no word shall be impossible, refutes him. Well : if the father who has not a son be not a father can the son who has not a father be a son ? When Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the same name in the comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was not the father of his own son merely but, being no more a son, he was and felt himself the father of all his race, the father of his own grandfather, the father of his unborn grandson who, by the same token, never was born, for nature, as Mr Magee understands her, abhors perfection.


.
16 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3989


Eglintoneyes, quick with pleasure, looked up shybrightly. Gladly glancing, a merry puritan, through the twisted eglantine.


.
18 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3990


Flatter. Rarely. But flatter.


.
19 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3991


—Himself his own father, Sonmulligan told himself. Wait. I am big with child. I have an unborn child in my brain. Pallas Athena ! A play ! The play’s the thing ! Let me parturiate !


.
20 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3992


He clasped his paunchbrow with both birthaiding hands.


.
21 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3993


—As for his family, Stephen said, his mother’s name lives in the forest of Arden. Her death brought from him the scene with Volumnia in Coriolanus. His boyson’s death is the deathscene of young Arthur in King John. Hamlet, the black prince, is Hamnet Shakespeare. Who the girls in The Tempest, in Pericles, in Winter’s Tale are we know. Who Cleopatra, fleshpot of Egypt, and Cressid and Venus are we may guess. But there is another member of his family who is recorded.


.
22 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3994


—The plot thickens, John Eglinton said.


.
23 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3995


The quaker librarian, quaking, tiptoed in, quake, his mask, quake, with haste, quake, quack.


.
24 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3996


Door closed. Cell. Day.


.
25 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3997


They list. Three. They. I you he they.


.
26 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3998


Come, mess.


.
27 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 3999


STEPHEN

He had three brothers, Gilbert, Edmund, Richard. Gilbert in his old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for nowt from Maister Gatherer one time mass he did and he seen his brud Maister Wull the playwriter up in Lunnon in a wrastling play wud a man on’s back. The playhouse sausage filled Gilbert’s soul. He is nowhere : but an Edmund and a Richard are recorded in the works of sweet William.


.
28 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 4000


MAGEEGLINJOHN

Names ! What’s in a name ?


.
29 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 4001


BEST

That is my name, Richard, don’t you know. I hope you are going to say a good word for Richard, don’t you know, for my sake.

(laughter)


.
30 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 4002


BUCKMULLIGAN

(piano, diminuendo)

Then outspoke medical Dick
To his comrade medical Davy ...


.
31 janvier 2023

#Ulysse 4003


STEPHEN

In his trinity of black Wills, the villain shakebags, Iago, Richard Crookback, Edmund in King Lear, two bear the wicked uncles’ names. Nay, that last play was written or being written while his brother Edmund lay dying in Southwark.


.
1er février 2023

#Ulysse 4004


BEST

I hope Edmund is going to catch it. I don’t want Richard, my name .....

(laughter)


.
2 février 2023

#Ulysse 4005


QUAKERLYSTER

(a tempo) But he that filches from me my good name .....


.
3 février 2023

#Ulysse 4006


STEPHEN

(stringendo) He has hidden his own name, a fair name, William, in the plays, a super here, a clown there, as a painter of old Italy set his face in a dark corner of his canvas. He has revealed it in the sonnets where there is Will in overplus. Like John o’Gaunt his name is dear to him, as dear as the coat and crest he toadied for, on a bend sable a spear or steeled argent, honorificabilitudinitatibus, dearer than his glory of greatest shakescene in the country. What’s in a name ? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours. A star, a daystar, a firedrake, rose at his birth. It shone by day in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the night, and by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the recumbent constellation which is the signature of his initial among the stars. His eyes watched it, lowlying on the horizon, eastward of the bear, as he walked by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from her arms.


.
4 février 2023

#Ulysse 4007


Both satisfied. I too.


.
5 février 2023

#Ulysse 4008


Don’t tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched.


.
6 février 2023

#Ulysse 4009


And from her arms.


.
7 février 2023

#Ulysse 4010


Wait to be wooed and won. Ay, meacock. Who will woo you ?


.
8 février 2023

#Ulysse 4011


Read the skies. Autontimorumenos. Bous Stephanoumenos. Where’s your configuration ? Stephen, Stephen, cut the bread even. S. D : sua donna. Già : di lui. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.


.
9 février 2023

#Ulysse 4012


—What is that, Mr Dedalus ? the quaker librarian asked. Was it a celestial phenomenon ?


.
10 février 2023

#Ulysse 4013


—A star by night, Stephen said. A pillar of the cloud by day.


.
11 février 2023

#Ulysse 4014


What more’s to speak ?


.
12 février 2023

#Ulysse 4015


Stephen looked on his hat, his stick, his boots.


.
13 février 2023

#Ulysse 4016


Stephanos, my crown. My sword. His boots are spoiling the shape of my feet. Buy a pair. Holes in my socks. Handkerchief too.


.
14 février 2023

#Ulysse 4017


—You make good use of the name, John Eglinton allowed. Your own name is strange enough. I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.


.
15 février 2023

#Ulysse 4018


Me, Magee and Mulligan.


.
16 février 2023

#Ulysse 4019


Fabulous artificer. The hawklike man. You flew. Whereto ? Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger. Paris and back. Lapwing. Icarus. Pater, ait. Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering. Lapwing you are. Lapwing be.


.
17 février 2023

#Ulysse 4020


Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say :
— That’s very interesting because that brother motive, don’t you know, we find also in the old Irish myths. Just what you say. The three brothers Shakespeare. In Grimm too, don’t you know, the fairytales. The third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best prize.


.
18 février 2023

#Ulysse 4021


Best of Best brothers. Good, better, best


.
19 février 2023

#Ulysse 4022


The quaker librarian springhalted near.
— I should like to know, he said, which brother you .... I understand you to suggest there was misconduct with one of the brothers .... But perhaps I am anticipating ?


.
20 février 2023

#Ulysse 4023


He caught himself in the act : looked at all : refrained.


.
21 février 2023

#Ulysse 4024


An attendant from the doorway called :
— Mr Lyster ! Father Dineen wants ...


.
22 février 2023

#Ulysse 4025


—O, Father Dineen ! Directly.


.
23 février 2023

#Ulysse 4026


Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone.


.
24 février 2023

#Ulysse 4027


John Eglinton touched the foil.


.
25 février 2023

#Ulysse 4028


—Come, he said. Let us hear what you have to say of Richard and Edmund. You kept them for the last, didn’t you ?


.
26 février 2023

#Ulysse 4029


—In asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie and nuncle Edmund, Stephen answered, I feel I am asking too much perhaps. A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella


.
27 février 2023

#Ulysse 4030


Lapwing.


.
28 février 2023

#Ulysse 4031


Where is your brother ? Apothecaries’ hall. My whetstone. Him, then Cranly, Mulligan : now these. Speech, speech. But act. Act speech. They mock to try you. Act. Be acted on.


.
1er mars 2023

#Ulysse 4032


Lapwing.


.
2 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4033


I am tired of my voice, the voice of Esau.


.
3 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4034


My kingdom for a drink.


.
4 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4035


On.


.
5 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4036


—You will say those names were already in the chronicles from which he took the stuff of his plays. Why did he take them rather than others ? Richard, a whoreson crookback, misbegotten, makes love to a widowed Ann (what’s in a name ?), woos and wins her, a whoreson merry widow. Richard the conqueror, third brother, came after William the conquered. The other four acts of that play hang limply from that first. Of all his kings Richard is the only king unshielded by Shakespeare’s reverence, the angel of the world. Why is the underplot of King Lear in which Edmund figures lifted out of Sidney’s Arcadia and spatchcocked on to a Celtic legend older than history ?


.
6 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4037


That was Will’s way, John Eglinton defended. We should not now combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith. Que voulez-vous ? Moore would say. He puts Bohemia on the seacoast and makes Ulysses quote Aristotle.


.
7 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4038


— Why ? Stephen answered himself. Because the theme of the false or the usurping or the adulterous brother or all three in one is to Shakespeare, what the poor are not, always with him. The note of banishment, banishment from the heart, banishment from home, sounds uninterruptedly from The Two Gentlemen of Verona onward till Prospero breaks his staff, buries it certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his book. It doubles itself in the middle of his life, reflects itself in another, repeats itself, protasis, epitasis, catastasis, catastrophe. It repeats itself again when he is near the grave, when his married daughter Susan, chip of the old block, is accused of adultery. But it was the original sin that darkened his understanding, weakened his will and left in him a strong inclination to evil. The words are those of my lords bishops of Maynooth. An original sin and, like original sin, committed by another in whose sin he too has sinned. It is between the lines of his last written words, it is petrified on his tombstone under which her four bones are not to be laid. Age has not withered it. Beauty and peace have not done it away. It is in infinite variety everywhere in the world he has created, in Much Ado about Nothing, twice in As You Like It, in The Tempest, in Hamlet, in Measure for Measure - and in all the other plays which I have not read.


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8 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4039


He laughed to free his mind from his mind’s bondage.


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9 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4040


Judge Eglinton summed up.
— The truth is midway, he affirmed. He is the ghost and the prince. He is all in all.


.
10 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4041


—He is, Stephen said. The boy of act one is the mature man of act five. All in all. In Cymbeline, in Othello he is bawd and cuckold. He acts and is acted on. Lover of an ideal or a perversion, like José he kills the real Carmen. His unremitting intellect is the hornmad Iago ceaselessly willing that the moor in him shall suffer.


.
11 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4042


—Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! Cuck Mulligan clucked lewdly. O word of fear !


.
12 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4043


Dark dome received, reverbed.


.
13 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4044


—And what a character is Iago ! undaunted John Eglinton exclaimed. When all is said Dumas fils (or is it Dumas père ?) is right. After God Shakespeare has created most.


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14 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4045


— Man delights him not nor woman neither, Stephen said. He returns after a life of absence to that spot of earth where he was born, where he has always been, man and boy, a silent witness and there, his journey of life ended, he plants his mulberrytree in the earth. Then dies. The motion is ended. Gravediggers bury Hamlet père and Hamlet fils. A king and a prince at last in death, with incidental music. And, what though murdered and betrayed, bewept by all frail tender hearts for, Dane or Dubliner, sorrow for the dead is the only husband from whom they refuse to be divorced. If you like the epilogue look long on it : prosperous Prospero, the good man rewarded, Lizzie, grandpa’s lump of love, and nuncle Richie, the bad man taken off by poetic justice to the place where the bad niggers go. Strong curtain. He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. Maeterlinck says : If Socrates leave his house today he will find the sage seated on his doorstep. If Judas go forth tonight it is to Judas his steps will tend. Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves. The playwright who wrote the folio of this world and wrote it badly (He gave us light first and the sun two days later), the lord of things as they are whom the most Roman of catholics call dio boia, hangman god, is doubtless all in all in all of us, ostler and butcher, and would be bawd and cuckold too but that in the economy of heaven, foretold by Hamlet, there are no more marriages, glorified man, an androgynous angel, being a wife unto himself.


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15 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4046


—Eureka ! Buck Mulligan cried. Eureka !


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17 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4047


Suddenly happied he jumped up and reached in a stride John Eglinton’s desk.


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18 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4048


— May I ? he said. The Lord has spoken to Malachi.


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19 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4049


He began to scribble on a slip of paper.


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20 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4050


Take some slips from the counter going out.


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21 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4051


— Those who are married, Mr Best, douce herald, said, all save one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are.


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22 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4052


He laughed, unmarried, at Eglinton Johannes, of arts a bachelor.


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23 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4053


Unwed, unfancied, ware of wiles, they fingerponder nightly each his variorum edition of The Taming of the Shrew.


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24 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4054


—You are a delusion, said roundly John Eglinton to Stephen. You have brought us all this way to show us a French triangle. Do you believe your own theory ?


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25 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4055


—No, Stephen said promptly.


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26 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4056


—Are you going to write it ? Mr Best asked. You ought to make it a dialogue, don’t you know, like the Platonic dialogues Wilde wrote.


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27 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4057


John Eclecticon doubly smiled.


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28 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4058


—Well, in that case, he said, I don’t see why you should expect payment for it since you don’t believe it yourself. Dowden believes there is some mystery in Hamlet but will say no more. Herr Bleibtreu, the man Piper met in Berlin, who is working up that Rutland theory, believes that the secret is hidden in the Stratford monument. He is going to visit the present duke, Piper says, and prove to him that his ancestor wrote the plays. It will come as a surprise to his grace. But he believes his theory.


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29 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4059


I believe, O Lord, help my unbelief. That is, help me to believe or help me to unbelieve ? Who helps to believe ? Egomen. Who to unbelieve ? Other chap.


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30 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4060


—You are the only contributor to Dana who asks for pieces of silver. Then I don’t know about the next number. Fred Ryan wants space for an article on economics.


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31 mars 2023

#Ulysse 4061


Fraidrine. Two pieces of silver he lent me. Tide you over. Economics.


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1er avril 2023

#Ulysse 4062


—For a guinea, Stephen said, you can publish this interview.


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2 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4063


Buck Mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing : and then gravely said, honeying malice :
— I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the study of the Summa contra Gentiles in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie, the coalquay whore.


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3 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4064


He broke away.


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4 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4065


—Come, Kinch. Come, wandering Aengus of the birds.


.
5 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4066


Come, Kinch. You have eaten all we left. Ay. I will serve you your orts and offals.


.
6 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4067


Stephen rose.


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7 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4068


Life is many days. This will end.


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8 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4069


— We shall see you tonight, John Eglinton said. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan must be there.


.
9 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4070


Laughing, he ....


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10 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4071


Swill till eleven. Irish nights entertainment.


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11 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4072


Lubber ...


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12 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4073


Stephen followed a lubber ...


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13 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4074


One day in the national library we had a discussion. Shakes. After. His lub back : I followed. I gall his kibe.


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14 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4075


Stephen, greeting, then all amort, followed a lubber jester, a wellkempt head, newbarbered, out of the vaulted cell into a shattering daylight of no thought.


.
15 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4076


What have I learned ? Of them ? Of me ?


.
16 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4077


Walk like Haines now.


.
17 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4078


The constant readers’ room. In the readers’ book Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. Item : was Hamlet mad ? The quaker’s pate godlily with a priesteen in booktalk.


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18 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4079


O please do, sir ..... I shall be most pleased ....


.
19 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4080


Amused Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding :
— A pleased bottom.


.
20 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4081


The turstile.


.
21 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4082


Is that ...? Blueribboned hat ...? Idly writing ...? What ? .... Looked ...?


.
22 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4083


The curving balustrade : smoothsliding Mincius.


.
23 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4084


Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling :
— John Eglinton, my jo, John,
Why won’t you wed a wife ?


.
24 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4085


He spluttered to the air :
— O, the chinless Chinaman ! Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton. We went over to their playbox, Haines and I, the plumbers’ hall. Our players are creating a new art for Europe like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. Abbey Theatre ! I smell the pubic sweat of monks.


.
25 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4086


He spat blank.


.
26 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4087


Forgot : any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him.


.
27 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4088


And left the femme de trente ans. And why no other children born ? And his first child a girl ?


.
28 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4089


Afterwit. Go back.


.
29 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4090


The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo’s toyable fair hair.


.
30 avril 2023

#Ulysse 4091


Eh ... I just eh .... wanted ... I forgot ... eh...


.
1er mai 2023

#Ulysse 4092


—Longworth and M‘Curdy Atkinson were there ...


.
2 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4093


Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling :
—I hardly hear the purlieu cry
Or a Tommy talk as I pass one by
Before my thoughts begin to run
On F. M‘Curdy Atkinson,
The same that had the wooden leg
And that filibustering filibeg
That never dared to slake his drouth,
Magee that had the chinless mouth.
Being afraid to marry on earth
They masturbated for all they were worth.


.
3 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4094


Jest on. Know thyself.


.
4 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4095


Halted, below me, a quizzer looks at me. I halt.


.
5 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4096


—Mournful mummer, Buck Mulligan moaned. Synge has left off wearing black to be like nature. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.


.
6 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4097


A laugh tripped over his lips.


.
7 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4098


— Longworth is awfully sick, he said, after what you wrote about that old hake Gregory. O you inquisitional drunken jewjesuit ! She gets you a job on the paper and then you go and slate her drivel to Jaysus. Couldn’t you do the Yeats touch ?


.
8 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4099


He went on and down, mopping, chanting with waving graceful arms :
— The most beautiful book that has come out of our country in my time.


.
9 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4100


One thinks of Homer.


.
10 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4101


He stopped at the stairfoot


.
11 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4102


— I have conceived a play for the mummers, he said solemnly.


.
12 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4103


The pillared Moorish hall, shadows entwined. Gone the nine men’s morrice with caps of indices.


.
13 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4104


In sweetly varying voices Buck Mulligan read his tablet :

— Everyman His Own Wife
or
A Honeymoon in the Hand
(a national immorality in three orgasms)
by
Ballocky Mulligan


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14 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4105


He turned a happy patch’s smirk to Stephen, saying :
— The disguise, I fear, is thin. But listen.


.
15 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4106


He read, marcato :
— Characters :

TOBY TOSTOFF (a ruined Pole)

CRAB (a bushranger)

MEDICAL DICK )

And } (two birds with one stone)

MEDICAL DAVY )

MOTHER GROGAN (a watercarrier)

FRESH NELLY

and

ROSALIE (the coalquay whore).


.
16 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4107


He laughed, lolling a to and fro head, walking on, followed by Stephen : and mirthfully he told the shadows, souls of men :
— O, the night in the Camden hall when the daughters of Erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberrycoloured, multicoloured, multitudinous vomit !


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17 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4108


—The most innocent son of Erin, Stephen said, for whom they ever lifted them.


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18 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4109


About to pass through the doorway, feeling one behind, he stood aside.


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19 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4110


Part. The moment is now. Where then ? If Socrates leave his house today, if Judas go forth tonight. Why ? That lies in space which I in time must come to, ineluctably.


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20 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4111


My will : his will that fronts me. Seas between


.
21 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4112


A man passed out between them, bowing, greeting.


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22 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4113


—Good day again, Buck Mulligan said.


.
23 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4114


The portico.


.
24 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4115


Here I watched the birds for augury. Aengus of the birds. They go, they come. Last night I flew. Easily flew. Men wondered. Street of harlots after. A creamfruit melon he held to me. In. You will see.


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25 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4116


—The wandering jew, Buck Mulligan whispered with clown’s awe. Did you see his eye ? He looked upon you to lust after you. I fear thee, ancient mariner. O, Kinch, thou art in peril. Get thee a breechpad.


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26 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4117


Manner of Oxenford.


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27 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4118


Day. Wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge.


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28 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4119


A dark back went before them, step of a pard, down, out by the gateway, under portcullis barbs.


.
29 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4120


They followed.


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30 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4121


Offend me still. Speak on.


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31 mai 2023

#Ulysse 4122


Kind air defined the coigns of houses in Kildare street. No birds. Frail from the housetops two plumes of smoke ascended, pluming, and in a flaw of softness softly were blown.


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1er juin 2023

#Ulysse 4123


Cease to strive. Peace of the druid priests of Cymbeline : hierophantic : from wide earth an altar.


.
2 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4124


Laud we the gods
And let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils
From our bless’d altars.


.
3 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4125


The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S. J. reset his smooth watch in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps.


.
4 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4126


Five to three. Just nice time to walk to Artane.


.
5 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4127


What was that boy’s name again ? Dignam. Yes. Vere dignum et iustum est.


.
6 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4128


Brother Swan was the person to see. Mr Cunningham’s letter. Yes. Oblige him, if possible. Good practical catholic : useful at mission time.


.
7 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4129


A onelegged sailor, swinging himself onward by lazy jerks of his crutches, growled some notes.


.
8 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4130


He jerked short before the convent of the sisters of charity and held out a peaked cap for alms towards the very reverend John Conmee S. J.


.
9 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4131


Father Conmee blessed him in the sun for his purse held, he knew, one silver crown.


.
10 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4132


Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square.


.
11 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4133


He thought, but not for long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and of cardinal Wolsey’s words : If I had served my God as I have served my king He would not have abandoned me in my old days.


.
12 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4134


He walked by the treeshade of sunnywinking leaves : and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy M. P.
— Very well, indeed, father. And you, father ?


.
13 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4135


Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed.


.
14 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4136


He would go to Buxton probably for the waters.


.
15 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4137


And her boys, were they getting on well at Belvedere ? Was that so ? Father Conmee was very glad indeed to hear that. And Mr Sheehy himself ?


.
16 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4138


Still in London. The house was still sitting, to be sure it was.


.
17 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4139


Beautiful weather it was, delightful indeed.


.
18 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4140


Yes, it was very probable that Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach. O, yes : a very great success. A wonderful man really.


.
19 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4141


Father Conmee was very glad to see the wife of Mr David Sheehy M. P. Iooking so well and he begged to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M. P. Yes, he would certainly call.


.
20 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4142


— Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy.


.
21 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4143


Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled, as he took leave, at the jet beads of her mantilla inkshining in the sun. And smiled yet again, in going.


.
22 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4144


He had cleaned his teeth, he knew, with arecanut paste.


.
23 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4145


Father Conmee walked and, walking, smiled for he thought on Father Bernard Vaughan’s droll eyes and cockney voice.


.
24 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4146


—Pilate ! Wy don’t you old back that owlin mob ?


.
25 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4147


A zealous man, however. Really he was. And really did great good in his way. Beyond a doubt. He loved Ireland, he said, and he loved the Irish. Of good family too would one think it ? Welsh, were they not


.
26 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4148


O, lest he forget. That letter to father provincial.


.
27 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4149


Father Conmee stopped three little schoolboys at the corner of Mountjoy square. Yes : they were from Belvedere. The little house. Aha. And were they good boys at school ? O. That was very good now. And what was his name ? Jack Sohan. And his name ? Ger. Gallaher. And the other little man ? His name was Brunny Lynam. O, that was a very nice name to have.


.
28 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4150


Father Conmee gave a letter from his breast to Master Brunny Lynam and pointed to the red pillarbox at the corner of Fitzgibbon street.
— But mind you don’t post yourself into the box, little man, he said.


.
29 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4151


The boys sixeyed Father Conmee and laughed :
— O, sir.


.
30 juin 2023

#Ulysse 4152


Well, let me see if you can post a letter, Father Conmee said.


.
1er juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4153


Master Brunny Lynam ran across the road and put Father Conmee’s letter to father provincial into the mouth of the bright red letterbox. Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled and walked along Mountjoy square east.


.
2 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4154


Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c, in silk hat, slate frockcoat with silk facings, white kerchief tie, tight lavender trousers, canary gloves and pointed patent boots, walking with grave deportment most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady Maxwell at the corner of Dignam’s court.


.
3 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4155


Was that not Mrs M‘Guinness ?


.
4 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4156


Mrs M‘Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee from the farther footpath along which she sailed. And Father Conmee smiled and saluted. How did she do ?


.
5 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4157


A fine carriage she had. Like Mary, queen of Scots, something. And to think that she was a pawnbroker ! Well, now ! Such a ... what should he say ? .... such a queenly mien.


.
6 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4158


Father Conmee walked down Great Charles street and glanced at the shutup free church on his left. The reverend T. R. Greene B. A. will (D. V.) speak. The incumbent they called him. He felt it incumbent on him to say a few words. But one should be charitable. Invincible ignorance. They acted according to their lights.


.
7 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4159


Father Conmee turned the corner and walked along the North Circular road. It was a wonder that there was not a tramline in such an important thoroughfare. Surely, there ought to be.


.
8 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4160


A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street. All raised untidy caps. Father Conmee greeted them more than once benignly. Christian brother boys.


.
9 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4161


Father Conmee smelt incense on his right hand as he walked. Saint Joseph’s church, Portland row. For aged and virtuous females. Father Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament. Virtuous : but occasionally they were also badtempered.


.
10 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4162


Near Aldborough house Father Conmee thought of that spendthrift nobleman. And now it was an office or something


.
11 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4163


Father Conmee began to walk along the North Strand road and was saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood in the doorway of his shop.


.
12 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4164


Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter.


.
13 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4165


He passed Grogan’s the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a dreadful catastrophe in New York.


.
14 juillet 2023

Ulysse 4166



.
15 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4167


Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin’s publichouse against the window of which two unlabouring men lounged. They saluted him and were saluted.


.
16 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4168


Father Conmee passed H. J. O’Neill’s funeral establishment where Corny Kelleher totted figures in the daybook while he chewed a blade of hay.


.
17 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4169


A constable on his beat saluted Father Conmee and Father Conmee saluted the constable.


.
18 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4170


In Youkstetter’s, the porkbutcher’s, Father Conmee observed pig’s puddings, white and black and red, lie neatly curled in tubes.


.
19 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4171


Moored under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee saw a turfbarge, a towhorse with pendent head, a bargeman with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above him.


.
20 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4172


It was idyllic : and Father Conmee reflected on the providence of the Creator who had made turf to be in bogs whence men might dig it out and bring it to town and hamlet to make fires in the houses of poor people.


.
21 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4173


On Newcomen bridge the very reverend John Conmee S. J. of saint Francis Xavier’s church, upper Gardiner street, stepped on to an outward bound tram.


.
22 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4174


Off an inward bound tram stepped the reverend Nicholas Dudley C. C. of saint Agatha’s church, north William street, on to Newcomen bridge.


.
23 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4175


At Newcomen bridge Father Conmee stepped into an outward bound tram for he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island.


.
24 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4176


Father Conmee sat in a corner of the tramcar, a blue ticket tucked with care in the eye of one plump kid glove, while four shillings, a sixpence and five pennies chuted from his other plump glovepalm into his purse.


.
25 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4177


Passing the ivy church he reflected that the ticket inspector usually made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket.


.
26 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4178


The solemnity of the occupants of the car seemed to Father Conmee excessive for a journey so short and cheap.


.
27 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4179


Father Conmee liked cheerful decorum.


.
28 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4180


It was a peaceful day.


.
29 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4181


The gentleman with the glasses opposite Father Conmee had finished explaining and looked down. His wife, Father Conmee supposed.


.
30 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4182


A tiny yawn opened the mouth of the wife of the gentleman with the glasses.


.
31 juillet 2023

#Ulysse 4183


She raised her small gloved fist, yawned ever so gently, tiptapping her small gloved fist on her opening mouth and smiled tinily, sweetly.


.
1er août 2023

#Ulysse 4184


Father Conmee perceived her perfume in the car.


.
2 août 2023

#Ulysse 4185


He perceived also that the awkward man at the other side of her was sitting on the edge of the seat.


.
3 août 2023

#Ulysse 4186


Father Conmee at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the mouth of the awkward old man who had the shaky head.


.
4 août 2023

#Ulysse 4187


At Annesley bridge the tram halted and, when it was about to go, an old woman rose suddenly from her place to alight.


.
5 août 2023

#Ulysse 4188


The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car for her.


.
6 août 2023

#Ulysse 4189


She passed out with her basket and a marketnet : and Father Conmee saw the conductor help her and net and basket down : and Father Conmee thought that, as she had nearly passed the end of the penny fare, she was one of those good souls who had always to be told twice bless you, my child, that they have been absolved, pray for me. But they had so many worries in life, so many cares, poor creatures.


.
7 août 2023

#Ulysse 4190


From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at Father Conmee.


.
8 août 2023

#Ulysse 4191


Father Conmee thought of the souls of black and brown and yellow men and of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S. J. and the African mission and of the propagation of the faith and of the millions of black and brown and yellow souls that had not received the baptism of water when their last hour came like a thief in the night.


.
9 août 2023

#Ulysse 4192


That book by the Belgian jesuit, Le Nombre des Élus, seemed to Father Conmee a reasonable plea.


.
10 août 2023

#Ulysse 4193


Those were millions of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to whom the faith had not (D. V.) been brought. But they were God’s souls, created by God. It seemed to Father Conmee a pity that they should all be lost, a waste, if one might say.


.
11 août 2023

#Ulysse 4194


At the Howth road stop Father Conmee alighted, was saluted by the conductor and saluted in his turn.


.
12 août 2023

#Ulysse 4195


The Malahide road was quiet. It pleased Father Conmee, road and name.


.
13 août 2023

#Ulysse 4196


The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide.


.
14 août 2023

#Ulysse 4197


Talbot de Malahide, immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the seas adjoining. Then came the call to arms and she was maid, wife and widow in one day.


.
15 août 2023

#Ulysse 4198


Those were old worldish days, loyal times in joyous townlands, old times in the barony.


.
16 août 2023

#Ulysse 4199


Father Conmee, walking, thought of his little book Old Times in the Barony and of the book that might be written about jesuit houses and of Mary Rochfort, daughter of lord Molesworth, first countess of Belvedere.


.
17 août 2023

#Ulysse 4200


A listless lady, no more young, walked alone the shore of lough Ennel, Mary, first countess of Belvedere, listlessly walking in the evening, not startled when an otter plunge.


.
19 août 2023

#Ulysse 4201


Who could know the truth ?


.
20 août 2023

#Ulysse 4202


Not the jealous lord Belvedere and not her confessor if she had not committed adultery fully, eiaculatio seminis inter vas naturale mulieris, with her husband’s brother ? She would half confess if she had not all sinned as women did.


.
21 août 2023

#Ulysse 4203


Only God knew and she and he, her husband’s brother.


.
22 août 2023

#Ulysse 4204


Father Conmee thought of that tyrannous incontinence, needed however for man’s race on earth, and of the ways of God which were not our ways.


.
23 août 2023

#Ulysse 4205


Don John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore.


.
24 août 2023

#Ulysse 4206


He was humane and honoured there.


.
25 août 2023

#Ulysse 4207


He bore in mind secrets confessed and he smiled at smiling noble faces in a beeswaxed drawingroom, ceiled with full fruit clusters.


.
26 août 2023

#Ulysse 4208


And the hands of a bride and of a bridegroom, noble to noble, were impalmed by Don John Conmee.


.
27 août 2023

#Ulysse 4209


It was a charming day.


.
28 août 2023

#Ulysse 4210


The lychgate of a field showed Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him with ample underleaves.


.
29 août 2023

#Ulysse 4211


The sky showed him a flock of small white clouds going slowly down the wind. Moutonner, the French said. A just and homely word.


.
30 août 2023

#Ulysse 4212


Father Conmee, reading his office, watched a flock of muttoning clouds over Rathcoffey


.
31 août 2023

#Ulysse 4213


His thinsocked ankles were tickled by the stubble of Clongowes field.


.
1er septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4214


He walked there, reading in the evening, and heard the cries of the boys’ lines at their play, young cries in the quiet evening.


.
2 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4215


He was their rector : his reign was mild.


.
3 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4216


Father Conmee drew off his gloves and took his rededged breviary out. An ivory bookmark told him the page.


.
4 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4217


Nones. He should have read that before lunch. But lady Maxwell had come.


.
5 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4218



.
6 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4219


He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till he came to Res in Beati immaculati :
—Principium verborum tuorum veritas : in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae.


.
7 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4220


A flushed young man came from a gap of a hedge and after him came a young woman with wild nodding daisies in her hand.


.
8 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4221


The young man raised his cap abruptly : the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging twig.


.
9 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4222


Father Conmee blessed both gravely and turned a thin page of his breviary. Sin :
— Principes persecuti sunt me gratis : et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum.


.
10 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4223


...


.
11 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4224


Corny Kelleher closed his long daybook and glanced with his drooping eye at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner.


.
12 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4225


He pulled himself erect, went to it and, spinning it on its axle, viewed its shape and brass furnishings.


.
13 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4256


Chewing his blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to the doorway.


.
14 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4227


There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out.


.
15 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4228


Father John Conmee stepped into the Dollymount tram on Newcomen bridge.


.
16 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4229


Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed, his hat downtilted, chewing his blade of hay.


.
17 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4230


Constable 57 C, on his beat, stood to pass the time of day.


.
18 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4231


—That’s a fine day, Mr Kelleher.


.
19 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4232


—Ay, Corny Kelleher said.


.
20 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4233


—It’s very close, the constable said.


.
21 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4234


Corny Kelleher sped a silent jet of hayjuice arching from his mouth while a generous white arm from a window in Eccles street flung forth a coin.


.
22 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4235


—What’s the best news ? he asked.


.
23 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4236


—I seen that particular party last evening, the constable said with bated breath.


.
24 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4237


...


.
25 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4238


A onelegged sailor crutched himself round MacConnell’s corner, skirting Rabaiotti’s icecream car, and jerked himself up Eccles street.


.
26 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4239


Towards Larry O’Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, he growled unamiably :
— For England ....


.
27 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4240


He swung himself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted and growled :
— home and beauty.


.
28 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4241


J. J. O’Molloy’s white careworn face was told that Mr Lambert was in the warehouse with a visitor.


.
29 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4242


A stout lady stopped, took a copper coin from her purse and dropped it into the cap held out to her.


.
30 septembre 2023

#Ulysse 4243


The sailor grumbled thanks, glanced sourly at the unheeding windows, sank his head and swung himself forward four strides.


.
1er octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4244


He halted and growled angrily :
— For England .....


.
2 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4245


Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted near him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.


.
3 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4246


He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted, lifted his head towards a window and bayed deeply :
— home and beauty.


.
4 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4247


The gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two, ceased.


.
5 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4248


The blind of the window was drawn aside.


.
6 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4249


A card Unfurnished Apartments slipped from the sash and fell.


.
7 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4250


A plump bare generous arm shone, was seen, held forth from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps.


.
8 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4251


A woman’s hand flung forth a coin over the area railings. It fell on the path.


.
9 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4252


One of the urchins ran to it, picked it up and dropped it into the minstrel’s cap, saying :
— There, sir.


.
10 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4253


***


.
11 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4254


Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the door of the closesteaming kitchen.


.
12 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4255


—Did you put in the books ? Boody asked.


.
13 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4256


Maggy at the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow.


.
14 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4257


—They wouldn’t give anything on them, she said.


.
15 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4258


Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his thinsocked ankles tickled by stubble.


.
16 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4259


—Where did you try ? Boody asked.


.
17 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4260


—M‘Guinness’s.


.
18 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4261


Boody stamped her foot and threw her satchel on the table.


.
19 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4262


—Bad cess to her big face ! she cried.


.
20 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4263


Katey went to the range and peered with squinting eyes.
— What’s in the pot ? she asked.


.
21 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4264


—Shirts, Maggy said.


.
22 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4265


Boody cried angrily :
— Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat ?


.
23 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4266


Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked :
— And what’s in this ?


.
24 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4267


A heavy fume gushed in answer.


.
25 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4268


—Peasoup, Maggy said.


.
26 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4269


—Where did you get it ? Katey asked.


.
27 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4270


—Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said.


.
28 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4271


The lacquey rang his bell.
— Barang !


.
29 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4272


Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily :
— Give us it here.


.
30 octobre 2023

#Ulysse 4273


Maggy poured yellow thick soup from the kettle into a bowl.


.
1er novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4274


Katey, sitting opposite Boody, said quietly, as her fingertip lifted to her mouth random crumbs :
— A good job we have that much. Where’s Dilly ?


.
2 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4275


—Gone to meet father, Maggy said.


.
3 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4276


Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup, added :
— Our father who art not in heaven.


.
4 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4277


Maggy, pouring yellow soup in Katey’s bowl, exclaimed :
— Boody ! For shame !


.
5 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4278


A skiff, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George’s quay.


.
6 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4279


...


.
7 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4280


The blond girl in Thornton’s bedded the wicker basket with rustling fibre.


.
8 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4281


Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.


.
9 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4282


—Put these in first, will you ? he said.


.
10 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4283


—Yes, sir, the blond girl said. And the fruit on top.


.
11 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4284


—That’ll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan said.


.
12 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4285


She bestowed fat pears neatly, head by tail, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches.


.
13 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4286


Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells.


.
14 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4287


H. E. L. Y’S filed before him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal.


.
15 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4288


He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at its chain’s length.


.
16 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4289


—Can you send them by tram ? Now ?


.
17 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4290


A darkbacked figure under Merchants’ arch scanned books on the hawker’s cart.


.
18 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4291


—Certainly, sir. Is it in the city ?


.
19 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4292


—O, yes, Blazes Boylan said. Ten minutes.


.
20 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4293


The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil.
— Will you write the address, sir ?


.
21 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4294


Blazes Boylan at the counter wrote and pushed the docket to her.


.
22 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4295


—Send it at once, will you ? he said. It’s for an invalid.


.
23 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4296


—Yes, sir. I will, sir.


.
24 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4297


Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his trousers’ pocket.
— What’s the damage ? he asked.


.
25 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4298


The blond girl’s slim fingers reckoned the fruits.


.
26 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4299


Blazes Boylan looked into the cut of her blouse. A young pullet. He took a red carnation from the tall stemglass.


.
27 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4300


—This for me ? he asked gallantly.


.
28 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4301


The blond girl glanced sideways at him, got up regardless, with his tie a bit crooked, blushing.
— Yes, sir, she said.


.
29 novembre 2023

#Ulysse 4302


Bending archly she reckoned again fat pears and blushing peaches.


.
1er décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4303


Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse with more favour, the stalk of the red flower between his smiling teeth.


.
2 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4304


—May I say a word to your telephone, missy ? he asked roguishly.


.
3 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4305


...


.
4 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4306


—Ma ! Almidano Artifoni said.


.
5 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4307


He gazed over Stephen’s shoulder at Goldsmith’s knobby poll.


.
6 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4308


Two carfuls of tourists passed slowly, their women sitting fore, gripping the handrests.


.
7 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4309


Palefaces.


.
8 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4310


Men’s arms frankly round their stunted forms.


.
9 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4311


They looked from Trinity to the blind columned porch of the bank of Ireland where pigeons roocoocooed.


.
10 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4312


—Anch’io ho avuto di queste idee, Almidano Artifoni said, quand’ ero giovine come Lei. Eppoi mi sono convinto che il mondo è una bestia. È peccato. Perchè la sua voce .... sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via. Invece, Lei si sacrifica.


.
11 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4313


—Sacrifizio incruento, Stephen said smiling, swaying his ashplant in slow swingswong from its midpoint, lightly.


.
12 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4314


—Speriamo, the round mustachioed face said pleasantly. Ma, dia : retta a me. Ci rifletta.


.
13 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4315


By the stern stone hand of Grattan, bidding halt, an Inchicore tram unloaded straggling Highland soldiers of a band.


.
14 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4316


—Ci rifletterò, Stephen said, glancing down the solid trouserleg.


.
15 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4317


—Ma, sul serio, eh ? Almidano Artifoni said.


.
16 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4318


His heavy hand took Stephen’s firmly. Human eyes. They gazed curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram.


.
17 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4319


—Eccolo, Almidano Artifoni said in friendly haste. Venga a trovarmi e ci pensi. Addio, caro.


.
18 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4320


—Arrivederla, maestro, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was freed. E grazie.


.
19 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4321


—Di che ? Almidano Artifoni said. Scusi, eh ? Tante belle cose !


.
20 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4322


Almidano Artifoni, holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal, trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram.


.
21 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4323


In vain he trotted, signalling in vain among the rout of barekneed gillies smuggling implements of music through Trinity gates.


.
22 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4324


* * *


.
23 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4325


Miss Dunne hid the Capel street library copy of The Woman in White far back in her drawer and rolled a sheet of gaudy notepaper into her typewriter.


.
24 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4526


Too much mystery business in it. Is he in love with that one, Marion ? Change it and get another by Mary Cecil Haye.


.
25 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4327


The disk shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased and ogled them : six.


.
26 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4328


Miss Dunne clicked on the keyboard :
— 16 June 1904.


.
27 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4329


Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny’s corner and the slab where Wolfe Tone’s statue was not, eeled themselves turning H. E. L. Y’S and plodded back as they had come.


.
28 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4330


Then she stared at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the jotter sixteens and capital esses.


.
29 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4331


Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. She’s not nicelooking, is she ?


.
30 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4332


The way she’s holding up her bit of a skirt.


.
31 décembre 2023

#Ulysse 4333


Wonder will that fellow be at the band tonight.


.
1er janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4334


If I could get that dressmaker to make a concertina skirt like Susy Nagle’s. They kick out grand.


.
2 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4335


Shannon and all the boatclub swells never took his eyes off her.


.
3 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4336


Hope to goodness he won’t keep me here till seven.


.
4 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4337


The telephone rang rudely by her ear.


.
5 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4338


—Hello. Yes, sir. No, sir. Yes, sir. I’ll ring them up after five. Only those two, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool. All right, sir. Then I can go after six if you’re not back. A quarter after. Yes, sir. Twentyseven and six. I’ll tell him. Yes : one, seven, six.


.
6 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4339


She scribbled three figures on an envelope.


.
7 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4340


—Mr Boylan ! Hello ! That gentleman from Sport was in looking for you. Mr Lenehan, yes. He said he’ll be in the Ormond at four. No, sir. Yes, sir. I’ll ring them up after five.


.
8 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4341


...


.
9 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4342


Two pink faces turned in the flare of the tiny torch.


.
10 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4343


—Who’s that ? Ned Lambert asked. Is that Crotty ?


.
11 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4344


—Ringabella and Crosshaven, a voice replied groping for foothold.


.
12 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4345


—Hello, Jack, is that yourself ? Ned Lambert said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the flickering arches. Come on. Mind your steps there.


.
13 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4346


The vesta in the clergyman’s uplifted hand consumed itself in a long soft flame and was let fall. At their feet its red speck died : and mouldy air closed round them.


.
14 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4347


—How interesting ! a refined accent said in the gloom.


.
15 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4348


—Yes, sir, Ned Lambert said heartily. We are standing in the historic council chamber of saint Mary’s abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed himself a rebel in 1534. This is the most historic spot in all Dublin. O’Madden Burke is going to write something about it one of these days. The old bank of Ireland was over the way till the time of the union and the original jews’ temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road. You were never here before, Jack, were you ?


.
16 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4349


No, Ned.


.
17 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4350


—He rode down through Dame walk, the refined accent said, if my memory serves me. The mansion of the Kildares was in Thomas court.


.
18 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4351


—That’s right, Ned Lambert said. That’s quite right, sir.


.
19 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4352


—If you will be so kind then, the clergyman said, the next time to allow me perhaps ....


.
20 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4353


—Certainly, Ned Lambert said. Bring the camera whenever you like. I’ll get those bags cleared away from the windows. You can take it from here or from here.


.
21 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4354


In the still faint light he moved about, tapping with his lath the piled seedbags and points of vantage on the floor.


.
22 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4355


From a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.


.
23 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4356


—I’m deeply obliged, Mr Lambert, the clergyman said. I won’t trespass on your valuable time ....


.
24 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4357


—You’re welcome, sir, Ned Lambert said. Drop in whenever you like. Next week, say. Can you see ?


.
25 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4358


—Yes, yes. Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. Very pleased to have met you.


.
26 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4359


—Pleasure is mine, sir, Ned Lambert answered.


.
27 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4360


He followed his guest to the outlet and then whirled his lath away among the pillars.


.
28 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4361


With J. J. O’Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary’s abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O’Connor, Wexford.


.
29 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4362


He stood to read the card in his hand.


.
30 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4363


—The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Present address : Saint Michael’s, Sallins. Nice young chap he is. He’s writing a book about the Fitzgeralds he told me. He’s well up in history, faith.


.
31 janvier 2024

#Ulysse 4364


The young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging twig.


.
1er février 2024

#Ulysse 4365


—I thought you were at a new gunpowder plot, J. J. O’Molloy said.


.
2 février 2024

#Ulysse 4366


Ned Lambert cracked his fingers in the air.


.
3 février 2024

#Ulysse 4367


—God ! he cried. I forgot to tell him that one about the earl of Kildare after he set fire to Cashel cathedral. You know that one ? I’m bloody sorry I did it, says he, but I declare to God I thought the archbishop was inside. He mightn’t like it, though. What ? God, I’ll tell him anyhow. That was the great earl, the Fitzgerald Mor. Hot members they were all of them, the Geraldines.


.
4 février 2024

#Ulysse 4368


The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness.


.
5 février 2024

#Ulysse 4369


He slapped a piebald haunch quivering near him and cried :
— Woa, sonny !


.
6 février 2024

#Ulysse 4370


He turned to J. J. O’Molloy and asked :
— Well, Jack. What is it ? What’s the trouble ? Wait awhile. Hold hard.


.
7 février 2024

#Ulysse 4371


With gaping mouth and head far back he stood still and, after an instant, sneezed loudly.


.
8 février 2024

#Ulysse 4372


—Chow ! he said. Blast you !


.
9 février 2024

#Ulysse 4373


—The dust from those sacks, J. J. O’Molloy said politely.


.
10 février 2024

#Ulysse 4374


—No, Ned Lambert gasped, I caught a .... cold night before .... blast your soul ... night before last ... and there was a hell of a lot of draught ....


.
11 février 2024

#Ulysse 4375


He held his handkerchief ready for the coming ...


.
12 février 2024

#Ulysse 4376


—I was .... Glasnevin this morning ... poor little ... what do you call him ... Chow ! ... Mother of Moses !


.
13 février 2024

#Ulysse 4377


...


.
14 février 2024

#Ulysse 4378


Tom Rochford took the top disk from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat.


.
15 février 2024

#Ulysse 4379


—See ? he said. Say it’s turn six. In here, see. Turn Now On.


.
16 février 2024

#Ulysse 4380


He slid it into the left slot for them. It shot down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased, ogling them : six.


.
17 février 2024

#Ulysse 4381


Lawyers of the past, haughty, pleading, beheld pass from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the admiralty division of king’s bench to the court of appeal an elderly female with false teeth smiling incredulously and a black silk skirt of great amplitude.


.
18 février 2024

#Ulysse 4382


—See ? he said. See now the last one I put in is over here : Turns Over. The impact. Leverage, see ?


.
19 février 2024

#Ulysse 4383


He showed them the rising column of disks on the right.


.
20 février 2024

#Ulysse 4384


—Smart idea, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling. So a fellow coming in late can see what turn is on and what turns are over.


.
21 février 2024

#Ulysse 4385


—See ? Tom Rochford said.


.
22 février 2024

#Ulysse 4386


He slid in a disk for himself : and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop : four. Turn Now On.


.
23 février 2024

#Ulysse 4387


—I’ll see him now in the Ormond, Lenehan said, and sound him. One good turn deserves another.


.
24 février 2024

#Ulysse 4388


—Do, Tom Rochford said. Tell him I’m Boylan with impatience.


.
25 février 2024

#Ulysse 4389


—Goodnight, M‘Coy said abruptly. When you two begin .....


.
26 février 2024

#Ulysse 4390


Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it.


.
27 février 2024

#Ulysse 4391


—But how does it work here, Tommy ? he asked.


.
28 février 2024

#Ulysse 4392


—Tooraloo, Lenehan said. See you later.


.
29 février 2024

#Ulysse 4393


He followed M‘Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.


.
1er mars 2024

#Ulysse 4394


—He’s a hero, he said simply.


.
2 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4395


—I know, M‘Coy said. The drain, you mean.


.
3 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4396


—Drain ? Lenehan said. It was down a manhole.


.
4 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4397


They passed Dan Lowry’s musichall where Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, smiled on them from a poster a dauby smile.


.
5 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4398


Going down the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M‘Coy how the whole thing was.


.
6 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4399


One of those manholes like a bloody gaspipe and there was the poor devil stuck down in it, half choked with sewer gas.


.
7 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4400


Down went Tom Rochford anyhow, booky’s vest and all, with the rope round him.


.
8 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4401


And be damned but he got the rope round the poor devil and the two were hauled up.


.
9 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4402


—The act of a hero, he said.


.
10 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4403


At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past them for Jervis street.


.
11 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4404


—This way, he said, walking to the right. I want to pop into Lynam’s to see Sceptre’s starting price. What’s the time by your gold watch and chain ?


.
12 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4405


M‘Coy peered into Marcus Tertius Moses’ sombre office, then at O’Neill’s clock.


.
13 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4406


—After three, he said. Who’s riding her


.
14 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4407


—O. Madden, Lenehan said. And a game filly she is.


.
15 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4408


While he waited in Temple bar M‘Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his toe from the path to the gutter. Fellow might damn easy get a nasty fall there coming along tight in the dark.


.
16 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4409


The gates of the drive opened wide to give egress to the viceregal cavalcade.


.
17 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4410


—Even money, Lenehan said returning. I knocked against Bantam Lyons in there going to back a bloody horse someone gave him that hasn’t an earthly. Through here.


.
18 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4411


They went up the steps and under Merchants’ arch. A darkbacked figure scanned books on the hawker’s cart.


.
19 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4412


—There he is, Lenehan said.


.
20 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4413


—Wonder what he’s buying, M‘Coy said, glancing behind.


.
21 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4414


—Leopoldo or the Bloom is on the Rye, Lenehan said.


.
22 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4415


—He’s dead nuts on sales, M‘Coy said. I was with him one day and he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. There were fine plates in it worth double the money, the stars and the moon and comets with long tails. Astronomy it was about.


.
23 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4416


Lenehan laughed.


.
24 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4417


—I’ll tell you a damn good one about comets’ tails, he said. Come over in the sun.


.
25 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4418


They crossed to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by the riverwall.


.
26 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4419


Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam came out of Mangan’s, late Fehrenbach’s, carrying a pound and a half of porksteaks.


.
27 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4420


—There was a long spread out at Glencree reformatory, Lenehan said eagerly. The annual dinner, you know. Boiled shirt affair. The lord mayor was there, Val Dillon it was, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson spoke and there was music. Bartell d’Arcy sang and Benjamin Dollard .....


.
28 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4421


—I know, M‘Coy broke in. My missus sang there once.


.
29 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4422


—Did she ? Lenehan said.


.
30 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4423


A card Unfurnished Apartments reappeared on the windowsash of number 7 Eccles street.


.
31 mars 2024

#Ulysse 4424


He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a wheezy laugh.


.
1er avril 2024

#Ulysse 4425


—But wait till I tell you, he said. Delahunt of Camden street had the catering and yours truly was chief bottlewasher. Bloom and the wife were there. Lashings of stuff we put up : port wine and sherry and curaçoa to which we did ample justice. Fast and furious it was. After liquids came solids. Cold joints galore and mince pies ....


.
2 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4426


—I know, M‘Coy said. The year the missus was there .....


.
3 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4427


Lenehan linked his arm warmly.


.
4 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4428


—But wait till I tell you, he said. We had a midnight lunch too after all the jollification and when we sallied forth it was blue o’clock the morning after the night before. Coming home it was a gorgeous winter’s night on the Featherbed Mountain. Bloom and Chris Callinan were on one side of the car and I was with the wife on the other. We started singing glees and duets : Lo, the early beam of morning. She was well primed with a good load of Delahunt’s port under her bellyband. Every jolt the bloody car gave I had her bumping up against me. Hell’s delights ! She has a fine pair, God bless her. Like that.


.
5 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4429


He held his caved hands a cubit from him, frowning :
— I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the time. Know what I mean ?


.
6 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4430


His hands moulded ample curves of air.


.
7 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4431


He shut his eyes tight in delight, his body shrinking, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips.


.
8 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4432


—The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a sigh. She’s a gamey mare and no mistake. Bloom was pointing out all the stars and the comets in the heavens to Chris Callinan and the jarvey : the great bear and Hercules and the dragon, and the whole jingbang lot. But, by God, I was lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them all, faith. At last she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles away. And what star is that, Poldy ? says she. By God, she had Bloom cornered. That one, is it ? says Chris Callinan, sure that’s only what you might call a pinprick. By God, he wasn’t far wide of the mark.


.
9 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4433


Lenehan stopped and leaned on the riverwall, panting with soft laughter.


.
10 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4434


—I’m weak, he gasped.


.
11 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4435


M‘Coy’s white face smiled about it at instants and grew grave.


.
12 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4436


Lenehan walked on again.


.
13 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4437


He lifted his yachtingcap and scratched his hindhead rapidly.


.
14 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4438


He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M‘Coy.


.
15 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4439


— He’s a cultured allroundman, Bloom is, he said seriously. He’s not one of your common or garden ... you know ... There’s a touch of the artist about old Bloom.


.
16 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4440


...


.
17 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4441


Mr Bloom turned over idly pages of The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk, then of Aristotle’s Masterpiece.


.
18 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4442


Crooked botched print.


.
19 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4443


Plates : infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered cows.


.
20 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4444


Lots of them like that at this moment all over the world.


.
21 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4445


All butting with their skulls to get out of it. Child born every minute somewhere. Mrs Purefoy.


.
22 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4446



.
23 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4447


—That I had, he said, pushing it by.


.
24 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4448


The shopman let two volumes fall on the counter.


.
25 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4449


—Them are two good ones, he said.


.
26 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4450


Onions of his breath came across the counter out of his ruined mouth.


.
27 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4451


He bent to make a bundle of the other books, hugged them against his unbuttoned waistcoat and bore them off behind the dingy curtain.


.
28 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4452


On O’Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c.


.
29 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4453


Mr Bloom, alone, looked at the titles. Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch. Know the kind that is. Had it ? Yes.


.
30 avril 2024

#Ulysse 4454


He opened it. Thought so.


.
1er mai 2024

#Ulysse 4455


A woman’s voice behind the dingy curtain. Listen : the man.


.
2 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4456


No : she wouldn’t like that much. Got her it once.


.
3 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4457


He read the other title : Sweets of Sin. More in her line. Let us see.


.
4 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4458


He read where his finger opened.


.
5 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4459


—All the dollarbills her husband gave her were spent in the stores on wondrous gowns and costliest frillies. For him ! For Raoul !


.
6 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4460


Yes. This. Here. Try.


.
8 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4461


—Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands felt for the opulent curves inside her deshabille.


.
9 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4462


Yes. Take this. The end.


.
10 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4463


—You are late, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a suspicious glare.


.
11 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4464


The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap, displaying her queenly shoulders and heaving embonpoint. An imperceptible smile played round her perfect lips as she turned to him calmly.


.
12 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4465


Mr Bloom read again : The beautiful woman ....


.
13 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4466


Warmth showered gently over him, cowing his flesh. Flesh yielded amply amid rumpled clothes : whites of eyes swooning up. His nostrils arched themselves for prey. Melting breast ointments (for him ! for Raoul !). Armpits’ oniony sweat. Fishgluey slime (her heaving embonpoint !). Feel ! Press ! Chrished ! Sulphur dung of lions !


.
14 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4467


Young ! Young !


.
15 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4468


An elderly female, no more young, left the building of the courts of chancery, king’s bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in the lord chancellor’s court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the admiralty division the summons, exparte motion, of the owners of the Lady Cairns versus the owners of the barque Mona, in the court of appeal reservation of judgment in the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident and Guarantee Corporation


.
16 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4469


Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtains.


.
17 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4070


The shopman’s uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven reddened face, coughing.


.
18 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4071


He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the floor.


.
19 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4472


He put his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it, and bent, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired.


.
20 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4473


Mr Bloom beheld it


.
21 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4474


Mastering his troubled breath, he said :
— I’ll take this one.


.
22 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4475


The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.


.
23 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4476


—Sweets of Sin, he said, tapping on it. That’s a good one.


.
24 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4477


...


.
25 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4478


The lacquey by the door of Dillon’s auctionrooms shook his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the cabinet.


.
26 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4479


Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the curbstone, heard the beats of the bell, the cries of the auctioneer within. Four and nine. Those lovely curtains. Five shillings. Cosy curtains. Selling new at two guineas. Any advance on five shillings ? Going for five shillings.


.
27 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4480


The lacquey lifted his handbell and shook it :
— Barang !


.
28 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4481


Bang of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint. J. A. Jackson, W. E. Wylie, A. Munro and H. T. Gahan, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the College library.


.
29 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4482


Mr Dedalus, tugging a long moustache, came round from Williams’s row. He halted near his daughter.


.
30 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4483


—It’s time for you, she said.


.
31 mai 2024

#Ulysse 4484


—Stand up straight for the love of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said. Are you trying to imitate your uncle John, the cornetplayer, head upon shoulder ? Melancholy God !


.
1er juin 2024

#Ulysse 4485


Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them and held them back.


.
2 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4486


—Stand up straight, girl, he said. You’ll get curvature of the spine. Do you know what you look like ?


.
3 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4487


He let his head sink suddenly down and forward, hunching his shoulders and dropping his underjaw.


.
4 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4488


—Give it up, father, Dilly said. All the people are looking at you.


.
5 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4489


Mr Dedalus drew himself upright and tugged again at his moustache.


.
6 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4490


—Did you get any money ? Dilly asked.


.
7 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4491


—Where would I get money ? Mr Dedalus said. There is no-one in Dublin would lend me fourpence.


.
8 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4492


—You got some, Dilly said, looking in his eyes.


.
9 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4493


—How do you know that ? Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.


.
10 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4494


Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked, walked boldly along James’s street.


.
11 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4495


—I know you did, Dilly answered. Were you in the Scotch house now ?


.
12 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4496


—I was not, then, Mr Dedalus said, smiling. Was it the little nuns taught you to be so saucy ? Here.


.
13 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4497


He handed her a shilling.


.
14 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4498


—See if you can do anything with that, he said.


.
15 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4499


—I suppose you got five, Dilly said. Give me more than that.


.
16 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4500


—Wait awhile, Mr Dedalus said threateningly. You’re like the rest of them, are you ? An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. But wait awhile. You’ll all get a short shrift and a long day from me. Low blackguardism ! I’m going to get rid of you. Wouldn’t care if I was stretched out stiff. He’s dead. The man upstairs is dead.


.
17 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4501


He left her and walked on. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat.
— Well, what is it ? he said, stopping.


.
18 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4502


The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs.
— Barang !


.
19 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4503


—Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus cried, turning on him.


.
20 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4504


The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his bell but feebly :
— Bang !


.
21 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4505


Mr Dedalus stared at him.


.
22 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4506


—Watch him, he said. It’s instructive. I wonder will he allow us to talk.


.
23 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4507


—You got more than that, father, Dilly said.


.
24 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4508


—I’m going to show you a little trick, Mr Dedalus said. I’ll leave you all where Jesus left the jews. Look, there’s all I have. I got two shillings from Jack Power and I spent twopence for a shave for the funeral.


.
26 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4509


He drew forth a handful of copper coins, nervously.


.
26 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4510


—Can’t you look for some money somewhere ? Dilly said.


.
27 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4511


Mr Dedalus thought and nodded.


.
28 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4512


—I will, he said gravely. I looked all along the gutter in O’Connell street. I’ll try this one now.


.
29 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4513


—You’re very funny, Dilly said, grinning.


.
30 juin 2024

#Ulysse 4514


—Here, Mr Dedalus said, handing her two pennies. Get a glass of milk for yourself and a bun or a something. I’ll be home shortly.


.
1er juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4515


He put the other coins in his pocket and started to walk on.


.
2 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4516


The viceregal cavalcade passed, greeted by obsequious policemen, out of Parkgate.


.
3 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4517


—I’m sure you have another shilling, Dilly said.


.
4 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4518


The lacquey banged loudly.


.
5 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4519


Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to himself with a pursing mincing mouth gently :
— The little nuns ! Nice little things ! O, sure they wouldn’t do anything ! O, sure they wouldn’t really ! Is it little sister Monica !


.
7 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4521


From the sundial towards James’s gate walked Mr Kernan, pleased with the order he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James’s street, past Shackleton’s offices. Got round him all right.


.
8 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4522


How do you do, Mr Crimmins ? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be up in your other establishment in Pimlico. How are things going ? Just keeping alive. Lovely weather we’re having. Yes, indeed. Good for the country. Those farmers are always grumbling. I’ll just take a thimbleful of your best gin, Mr Crimmins. A small gin, sir. Yes, sir. Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion. Terrible, terrible ! A thousand casualties. And heartrending scenes. Men trampling down women and children. Most brutal thing. What do they say was the cause ? Spontaneous combustion. Most scandalous revelation. Not a single lifeboat would float and the firehose all burst. What I can’t understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that .... Now, you’re talking straight, Mr Crimmins. You know why ? Palm oil. Is that a fact ? Without a doubt. Well now, look at that. And America they say is the land of the free. I thought we were bad here.


.
9 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4523


I smiled at him. America, I said quietly, just like that. What is it ? The sweepings of every country including our own. Isn’t that true ? That’s a fact.


.
10 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4524


Graft, my dear sir. Well, of course, where there’s money going there’s always someone to pick it up.


.
11 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4525


Saw him looking at my frockcoat. Dress does it. Nothing like a dressy appearance. Bowls them over.


.
12 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4526


—Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things ?


.
13 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4527


—Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.


.
14 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4528


Mr Kernan halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of Peter Kennedy, hairdresser. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. Scott of Dawson street. Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. Never built under three guineas. Fits me down to the ground. Some Kildare street club toff had it probably. John Mulligan, the manager of the Hibernian bank, gave me a very sharp eye yesterday on Carlisle bridge as if he remembered me.


.
15 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4529


Aham !


.
16 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4530


Must dress the character for those fellows. Knight of the road. Gentleman. And now, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your custom again, sir. The cup that cheers but not inebriates, as the old saying has it.


.
17 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4531


North wall and sir John Rogerson’s quay, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a skiff, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the ferrywash, Elijah is coming.


.
18 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4532


Mr Kernan glanced in farewell at his image. High colour, of course. Grizzled moustache. Returned Indian officer. Bravely he bore his stumpy body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Is that Ned Lambert’s brother over the way, Sam ? What ? Yes. He’s as like it as damn it. No. The windscreen of that motorcar in the sun there. Just a flash like that. Damn like him.


.
19 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4533


Aham !


.
20 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4534


Hot spirit of juniper juice warmed his vitals and his breath.


.
21 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4535


Good drop of gin, that was.


.
22 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4536


His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his fat strut.


.
23 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4537


Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. Greasy black rope. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant’s wife drove by in her noddy.


.
24 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4538


Bad times those were. Well, well. Over and done with. Great topers too. Fourbottle men.


.
25 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4539


Let me see. Is he buried in saint Michan’s ? Or no, there was a midnight burial in Glasnevin. Corpse brought in through a secret door in the wall. Dignam is there now. Went out in a puff. Well, well. Better turn down here. Make a detour.


.
26 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4540


Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by the corner of Guinness’s visitors’ waitingroom.


.
27 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4541


Outside the Dublin Distillers Company’s stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the reins knotted to the wheel.


.
28 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4542


Damn dangerous thing.


.
29 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4543


Tipperary bosthoon endangering the lives of the citizens.


.
30 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4544


Runaway horse.


.
31 juillet 2024

#Ulysse 4545


Denis Breen with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry Menton’s office, led his wife over O’Connell bridge, bound for the office of Messrs Collis and Ward.


.
1er août 2024

#Ulysse 4546


Mr Kernan approached Island street.


.
2 août 2024

#Ulysse 4547


Times of the troubles.


.
3 août 2024

#Ulysse 4548


Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me those reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington.


.
4 août 2024

#Ulysse 4549


When you look back on it all now in a kind of retrospective arrangement.


.
5 août 2024

#Ulysse 4550


Gaming at Daly’s. No cardsharping then.


.
6 août 2024

#Ulysse 4551


One of those fellows got his hand nailed to the table by a dagger.


.
7 août 2024

#Ulysse 4552


Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr.


.
8 août 2024

#Ulysse 4553


Stables behind Moira house.


.
9 août 2024

#Ulysse 4554


Damn good gin that was.


.
10 août 2024

#Ulysse 4555


Fine dashing young nobleman. Good stock, of course.


.
11 août 2024

#Ulysse 4556


That ruffian, that sham squire, with his violet gloves gave him away.


.
12 août 2024

#Ulysse 4557


Course they were on the wrong side.


.
13 août 2024

#Ulysse 4558


They rose in dark and evil days.


.
14 août 2024

#Ulysse 4559


Fine poem that is : Ingram.


.
15 août 2024

#Ulysse 4560


They were gentlemen.


.
16 août 2024

#Ulysse 4561


Ben Dollard does sing that ballad touchingly. Masterly rendition.

At the siege of Ross did my father fall.


.
17 août 2024

#Ulysse 4562


A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping, leaping in their, in their saddles. Frockcoats. Cream sunshades.


.
18 août 2024

#Ulysse 4563


Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily.


.
19 août 2024

#Ulysse 4564


His Excellency ! Too bad ! Just missed that by a hair. Damn it ! What a pity !


.
20 août 2024

#Ulysse 4565


...


.
21 août 2024

#Ulysse 4566


Stephen Dedalus watched through the webbed window the lapidary’s fingers prove a timedulled chain.


.
22 août 2024

#Ulysse 4567


Dust webbed the window and the showtrays.


.
23 août 2024

#Ulysse 4568


Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails


.
24 août 2024

#Ulysse 4569


Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones.


.
25 août 2024

#Ulysse 4570


Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil, lights shining in the darkness.


.
26 août 2024

#Ulysse 4571


Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows.


.
27 août 2024

#Ulysse 4572


Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them.


.
28 août 2024

#Ulysse 4573


She dances in a foul gloom where gum burns with garlic.


.
29 août 2024

#Ulysse 4574


A sailorman, rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her.


.
30 août 2024

#Ulysse 4575


A long and seafed silent rut.


.
31 août 2024

#Ulysse 4576


She dances, capers, wagging her sowish haunches and her hips, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg.


.
1er septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4577


Old Russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the point of his Moses’ beard. Grandfather ape gloating on a stolen hoard.


.
2 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4578


And you who wrest old images from the burial earth ? The brainsick words of sophists : Antisthenes. A lore of drugs. Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting.


.
3 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4579


Two old women fresh from their whiff of the briny trudged through Irishtown along London bridge road, one with a sanded tired umbrella, one with a midwife’s bag in which eleven cockles rolled.


.
4 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4580


The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be on


.
5 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4581


Beingless beings.


.
6 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4582


Stop !


.
7 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4583


Throb always without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I between them.


.
8 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4584


Where ? Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I.


.
9 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4585


Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me you who can. Bawd and butcher were the words. I say ! Not yet awhile.


.
10 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4587


Yes, quite true. Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time. You say right, sir. A Monday morning. ’Twas so, indeed.


.
10 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4586


A look around.


.
11 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4588


Stephen went down Bedford row, the handle of the ash clacking against his shoulderblade.


.
12 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4589


In Clohissey’s window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing Sayers held his eye.


.
13 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4590


Staring backers with square hats stood round the roped prizering.


.
14 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4591


The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists.


.
15 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4592


And they are throbbing : heroes’ hearts.


.
16 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4593


He turned and halted by the slanted bookcart.


.
17 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4594


—Twopence each, the huckster said. Four for sixpence.


.
18 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4595


Tattered pages. The Irish Beekeeper. Life and Miracles of the Curé of Ars. Pocket Guide to Killarney.


.
19 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4596


I might find here one of my pawned schoolprizes. Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti.


.
20 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4597


Father Conmee, having read his little hours, walked through the hamlet of Donnycarney, murmuring vespers.


.
21 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4598


Binding too good probably. What is this ? Eighth and ninth book of Moses. Secret of all secrets. Seal of King David. Thumbed pages : read and read. Who has passed here before me ? How to soften chapped hands. Recipe for white wine vinegar. How to win a woman’s love. For me this. Say the following talisman three times with hands folded :
—Se el yilo nebrakada femininum ! Amor me solo ! Sanktus ! Amen.


.
22 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4599


Who wrote this ? Charms and invocations of the most blessed abbot Peter Salanka to all true believers divulged. As good as any other abbot’s charms, as mumbling Joachim’s. Down, baldynoddle, or we’ll wool your wool.


.
23 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4600


—What are you doing here, Stephen ?


.
24 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4601


Dilly’s high shoulders and shabby dress.


.
25 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4602


Shut the book quick. Don’t let see.


.
26 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4603


—What are you doing ? Stephen said.


.
27 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4604


A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides. It glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. I told her of Paris. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly’s token. Nebrakada femininum.


.
28 septembre 2024

#Ullyse 4605


—What have you there ? Stephen asked.


.
29 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4606


—I bought it from the other cart for a penny, Dilly said, laughing nervously. Is it any good ?


.
30 septembre 2024

#Ulysse 4607


My eyes they say she has. Do others see me so ? Quick, far and daring. Shadow of my mind.


.
1er octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4608


He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal’s French primer.


.
2 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4609


—What did you buy that for ? he asked. To learn French ?


.
3 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4610


She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips.


.
4 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4611


Show no surprise. Quite natural.


.
5 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4612


—Here, Stephen said. It’s all right. Mind Maggy doesn’t pawn it on you. I suppose all my books are gone.


.
6 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4613


—Some, Dilly said. We had to.


.
8 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4615


We.


.
9 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4616


Agenbite of inwit. Inwit’s agenbite.


.
10 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4617


Misery ! Misery !


.
11 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4618


* * *


.
12 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4619


—Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things ?


.
13 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4620


—Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.


.
14 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4621


They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter’s.


.
15 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4622


Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a scooping hand.


.
16 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4623


—What’s the best news ? Mr Dedalus said.


.
17 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4624


—Why then not much, Father Cowley said. I’m barricaded up, Simon, with two men prowling around the house trying to effect an entrance.


.
18 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4625


—Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Who is it ?


.
19 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4626


—O, Father Cowley said. A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.


.
20 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4627


—With a broken back, is it ? Mr Dedalus asked.


.
21 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4628


—The same, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Reuben of that ilk. I’m just waiting for Ben Dollard. He’s going to say a word to long John to get him to take those two men off. All I want is a little time.


.
22 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4629


He looked with vague hope up and down the quay, a big apple bulging in his neck.


.
23 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4630


—I know, Mr Dedalus said, nodding. Poor old bockedy Ben ! He’s always doing a good turn for someone. Hold hard !


.
24 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4631


He put on his glasses and gazed towards the metal bridge an instant.


.
25 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4632


—Here he is, by God, he said, arse and pockets.


.
26 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4633


Ben Dollard’s loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails.


.
27 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4634


As he came near Mr Dedalus greeted :
— Hold that fellow with the bad trousers.


.
28 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4635


—Hold him now, Ben Dollard said.


.
29 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4636


Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of Ben Dollard’s figure. Then, turning to Father Cowley with a nod, he muttered sneeringly :
— That’s a pretty garment, isn’t it, for a summer’s day ?


.
30 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4637


—Why, God eternally curse your soul, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I threw out more clothes in my time than you ever saw.


.
31 octobre 2024

#Ulysse 4638


He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on his roomy clothes from points of which Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying :
— They were made for a man in his health, Ben, anyhow.


.
1er novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4639


—Bad luck to the jewman that made them, Ben Dollard said. Thanks be to God he’s not paid yet.


.
2 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4640


—And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin ? Father Cowley asked.


.
3 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4641


Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, murmuring, glassyeyed, strode past the Kildare street club.


.
4 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4642


Ben Dollard frowned and, making suddenly a chanter’s mouth, gave forth a deep note.


.
5 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4643


—Aw ! he said.


.
6 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4644


—That’s the style, Mr Dedalus said, nodding to its drone.


.
7 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4645


—What about that ? Ben Dollard said. Not too dusty ? What ?


.
8 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4646


He turned to both.


.
9 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4647


—That’ll do, Father Cowley said, nodding also.


.
10 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4648


The reverend Hugh C. Love walked from the old chapterhouse of saint Mary’s abbey past James and Charles Kennedy’s, rectifiers, attended by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of hurdles.


.
11 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4649


Ben Dollard with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward, his joyful fingers in the air.


.
12 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4650


—Come along with me to the subsheriff’s office, he said. I want to show you the new beauty Rock has for a bailiff. He’s a cross between Lobengula and Lynchehaun. He’s well worth seeing, mind you. Come along. I saw John Henry Menton casually in the Bodega just now and it will cost me a fall if I don’t ... Wait awhile ..... We’re on the right lay, Bob, believe you me.


.
13 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4651


—For a few days tell him, Father Cowley said anxiously.


.
14 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4652


Ben Dollard halted and stared, his loud orifice open, a dangling button of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.


.
15 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4653


—What few days ? he boomed. Hasn’t your landlord distrained for rent ?


.
16 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4654


—He has, Father Cowley said.


.
17 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4655


—Then our friend’s writ is not worth the paper it’s printed on, Ben Dollard said. The landlord has the prior claim. I gave him all the particulars. 29 Windsor avenue. Love is the name ?


.
18 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4656


—That’s right, Father Cowley said. The reverend Mr Love. He’s a minister in the country somewhere. But are you sure of that ?


.
19 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4657


—You can tell Barabbas from me, Ben Dollard said, that he can put that writ where Jacko put the nuts.


.
20 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4658


He led Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his bulk.


.
21 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4659


—Filberts I believe they were, Mr Dedalus said, as he dropped his glasses on his coatfront, following them.


.
22 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4660


* * *


.
23 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4661


—The youngster will be all right, Martin Cunningham said, as they passed out of the Castleyard gate.


.
24 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4662


The policeman touched his forehead.


.
25 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4663


—God bless you, Martin Cunningham said, cheerily.


.
26 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4664


He signed to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the reins and set on towards Lord Edward street.


.
27 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4665


Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy’s head by Miss Douce’s head, appeared above the crossblind of the Ormond hotel.


.
28 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4666


—Yes, Martin Cunningham said, fingering his beard. I wrote to Father Conmee and laid the whole case before him.


.
29 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4667


—You could try our friend, Mr Power suggested backward.


.
30 novembre 2024

#Ulysse 4668


—Boyd ? Martin Cunningham said shortly. Touch me not.


.
1er décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4669


John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list, came after them quickly down Cork hill.


.
2 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4670


On the steps of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending.


.
3 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4671


The castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street.


.
4 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4672


—Look here, Martin, John Wyse Nolan said, overtaking them at the Mail office. I see Bloom put his name down for five shillings.


.
5 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4673


—Quite right, Martin Cunningham said, taking the list. And put down the five shillings too.


.
6 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4674


—Without a second word either, Mr Power said.


.
7 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4675


—Strange but true, Martin Cunningham added.


.
8 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4676


John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes.


.
9 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4677


—I’ll say there is much kindness in the jew, he quoted, elegantly.


.
10 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4678


They went down Parliament street.


.
11 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4679


—There’s Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said, just heading for Kavanagh’s.


.
12 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4680


—Righto, Martin Cunningham said. Here goes.


.
13 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4681


Outside la maison Claire Blazes Boylan waylaid Jack Mooney’s brother-in-law, humpy, tight, making for the liberties.


.
14 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4682


John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Power, while Martin Cunningham took the elbow of a dapper little man in a shower of hail suit, who walked uncertainly, with hasty steps past Micky Anderson’s watches.


.
15 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4683


—The assistant town clerk’s corns are giving him some trouble, John Wyse Nolan told Mr Power.


.
16 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4684


They followed round the corner towards James Kavanagh’s winerooms.


.
17 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4685


The empty castle car fronted them at rest in Essex gate.


.
18 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4686


Martin Cunningham, speaking always, showed often the list at which Jimmy Henry did not glance.


.
19 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4687


—And long John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan said, as large as life.


.
20 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4688


The tall form of long John Fanning filled the doorway where he stood.


.
21 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4689


—Good day, Mr Subsheriff, Martin Cunningham said, as all halted and greeted.


.
22 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4690


Long John Fanning made no way for them.


.
23 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4691


He removed his large Henry Clay decisively and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their faces.


.
24 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4692


—Are the conscript fathers pursuing their peaceful deliberations ? he said with rich acrid utterance to the assistant town clerk.


.
25 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4693


Hell open to christians they were having, Jimmy Henry said pettishly, about their damned Irish language.


.
26 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4694


Where was the marshal, he wanted to know, to keep order in the council chamber.


.
27 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4695


And old Barlow the macebearer laid up with asthma, no mace on the table, nothing in order, no quorum even, and Hutchinson, the lord mayor, in Llandudno and little Lorcan Sherlock doing locum tenens for him.


.
28 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4696


Damned Irish language, language of our forefathers.


.
29 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4697


Long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.


.
30 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4698


Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to the assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while John Wyse Nolan held his peace.


.
31 décembre 2024

#Ulysse 4699


—What Dignam was that ? long John Fanning asked.


.
1er janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4700


Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot.


.
2 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4701


—O, my corns ! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness’ sake till I sit down somewhere. Uff ! Ooo ! Mind !


.
3 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4702


Testily he made room for himself beside long John Fanning’s flank and passed in and up the stairs.


.
4 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4703


—Come on up, Martin Cunningham said to the subsheriff. I don’t think you knew him or perhaps you did, though.


.
5 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4704


With John Wyse Nolan Mr Power followed them in.


.
6 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4705


—Decent little soul he was, Mr Power said to the stalwart back of long John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning in the mirror.


.
7 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4706


—Rather lowsized. Dignam of Menton’s office that was, Martin Cunningham said.


.
8 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4707


Long John Fanning could not remember him.


.
9 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4708


Clatter of horsehoofs sounded from the air.


.
10 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4709


—What’s that ? Martin Cunningham said.


.
11 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4710


All turned where they stood.


.
12 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4711


John Wyse Nolan came down again.


.
13 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4713


Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly.


.
14 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4712


From the cool shadow of the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street, harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering.


.
15 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4714


In saddles of the leaders, leaping leaders, rode outriders.


.
16 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4715


—What was it ? Martin Cunningham asked, as they went on up the staircase.


.
17 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4716


—The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan answered from the stairfoot.


.
18 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4717


* * *


.
19 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4718


As they trod across the thick carpet Buck Mulligan whispered behind his Panama to Haines :
— Parnell’s brother. There in the corner.


.
20 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4719


They chose a small table near the window, opposite a longfaced man whose beard and gaze hung intently down on a chessboard.


.
21 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4720


—Is that he ? Haines asked, twisting round in his seat.


.
22 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4721


—Yes, Mulligan said. That’s John Howard, his brother, our city marshal.


.
23 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4722


John Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his grey claw went up again to his forehead whereat it rested. An instant after, under its screen, his eyes looked quickly, ghostbright, at his foe and fell once more upon a working corner.


.
24 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4723


—I’ll take a mélange, Haines said to the waitress.


.
25 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4724


—Two mélanges, Buck Mulligan said. And bring us some scones and butter and some cakes as well.


.
26 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4725


When she had gone he said, laughing :
— We call it D. B. C. because they have damn bad cakes. O, but you missed Dedalus on Hamlet.


.
27 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4726


Haines opened his newbought book.


.
28 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4727


—I’m sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds that have lost their balance.


.
29 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4728


The onelegged sailor growled at the area of 14 Nelson street :
— England expects .....


.
30 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4729


Buck Mulligan’s primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.


.
31 janvier 2025

#Ulysse 4730


—You should see him, he said, when his body loses its balance. Wandering Aengus I call him.


.
1er février 2025

#Ulysse 4731


—I am sure he has an idée fixe, Haines said, pinching his chin thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger. Now I am speculating what it would be likely to be. Such persons always have.


.
2 février 2025

#Ulysse 4732


Buck Mulligan bent across the table gravely.


.
3 février 2025

#Ulysse 4733


—They drove his wits astray, he said, by visions of hell. He will never capture the Attic note. The note of Swinburne, of all poets, the white death and the ruddy birth. That is his tragedy. He can never be a poet. The joy of creation ....


.
4 février 2025

#Ulysse 4734


—Eternal punishment, Haines said, nodding curtly. I see. I tackled him this morning on belief. There was something on his mind, I saw. It’s rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of that.


.
5 février 2025

#Ulysse 4735


Buck Mulligan’s watchful eyes saw the waitress come. He helped her to unload her tray.


.
6 février 2025

#Ulysse 4736


—He can find no trace of hell in ancient Irish myth, Haines said, amid the cheerful cups. The moral idea seems lacking, the sense of destiny, of retribution. Rather strange he should have just that fixed idea. Does he write anything for your movement ?


.
7 février 2025

#Ulysse 4737


He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream.


.
8 février 2025

#Ulysse 4738


Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter over its smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.


.
9 février 2025

#Ulysse 4739


—Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write something in ten years.


.
10 février 2025

#Ulysse 4740


—Seems a long way off, Haines said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon. Still, I shouldn’t wonder if he did after all.


.
11 février 2025

#Ulysse 4741


He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.


.
12 février 2025

#Ulysse 4742


—This is real Irish cream I take it, he said with forbearance. I don’t want to be imposed on.


.
13 février 2025

#Ulysse 4743


Elijah, skiff, light crumpled throwaway, sailed eastward by flanks of ships and trawlers, amid an archipelago of corks, beyond new Wapping street past Benson’s ferry, and by the threemasted schooner Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks.


.
14 février 2025

#Ulysse 4744


* * *


.
15 février 2025

#Ulysse 4745


Almidano Artifoni walked past Holles street, past Sewell’s yard.


.
16 février 2025

#Ulysse 4746


Behind him Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, with stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith’s house and, crossing, walked along Merrion square.


.
17 février 2025

#Ulysse 4747


Distantly behind him a blind stripling tapped his way by the wall of College park.


.
18 février 2025

#Ulysse 4748


Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell walked as far as Mr Lewis Werner’s cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along Merrion square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling.


.
19 février 2025

#Ulysse 4749


At the corner of Wilde’s house he halted, frowned at Elijah’s name announced on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the distant pleasance of duke’s lawn.


.
20 février 2025

#Ulysse 4750


His eyeglass flashed frowning in the sun.


.
21 février 2025

#Ulysse 4751


With ratsteeth bared he muttered :
—Coactus volui.


.
22 février 2025

#Ulysse 4752


He strode on for Clare street, grinding his fierce word.


.
23 février 2025

#Ulysse 4753


As he strode past Mr Bloom’s dental windows the sway of his dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards, having buffeted a thewless body.


.
24 février 2025

#Ulysse 4754


The blind stripling turned his sickly face after the striding form.


.
25 février 2025

#Ulysse 4755


—God’s curse on you, he said sourly, whoever you are ! You’re blinder nor I am, you bitch’s bastard !


.
26 février 2025

#Ulysse 4756


* * *


.
27 février 2025

#Ulysse 4757


Opposite Ruggy O’Donohoe’s Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, pawing the pound and a half of Mangan’s, late Fehrenbach’s, porksteaks he had been sent for, went along warm Wicklow street dawdling.


.
28 février 2025

#Ulysse 4758


It was too blooming dull sitting in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley and Mrs MacDowell and the blind down and they all at their sniffles and sipping sups of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from Tunney’s.


.
1er mars 2025

#Ulysse 4759


And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing.


.
2 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4760


After Wicklow lane the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner, stopped him.


.
3 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4761


He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props.


.
4 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4762


From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gaped silently.


.
5 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4763


Myler Keogh, Dublin’s pet lamb, will meet sergeantmajor Bennett, the Portobello bruiser, for a purse of fifty sovereigns. Gob, that’d be a good pucking match to see.


.
6 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4764


Myler Keogh, that’s the chap sparring out to him with the green sash.


.
7 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4765


Two bar entrance, soldiers half price.


.
8 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4766


I could easy do a bunk on ma.


.
9 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4767


Master Dignam on his left turned as he turned. That’s me in mourning.


.
10 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4768


When is it ? May the twentysecond.


.
11 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4769


Sure, the blooming thing is all over.


.
12 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4770


He turned to the right and on his right Master Dignam turned, his cap awry, his collar sticking up.


.
13 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4771


Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, beside the two puckers.


.
14 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4772


One of them mots that do be in the packets of fags Stoer smokes that his old fellow welted hell out of him for one time he found out.


.
15 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4773


Master Dignam got his collar down and dawdled on.


.
16 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4774


The best pucker going for strength was Fitzsimons.


.
17 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4775


One puck in the wind from that fellow would knock you into the middle of next week, man.


.
18 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4776


But the best pucker for science was Jem Corbet before Fitzsimons knocked the stuffings out of him, dodging and all.


.
19 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4777


In Grafton street Master Dignam saw a red flower in a toff’s mouth and a swell pair of kicks on him and he listening to what the drunk was telling him and grinning all the time.


.
20 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4778


No Sandymount tram.


.
21 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4779


Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to his other hand. His collar sprang up again and he tugged it down.


.
22 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4780


The blooming stud was too small for the buttonhole of the shirt, blooming end to it.


.
23 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4781


He met schoolboys with satchels.


.
24 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4782


I’m not going tomorrow either, stay away till Monday.


.
25 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4783


He met other schoolboys.


.
26 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4784


Do they notice I’m in mourning ?


.
27 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4785


Uncle Barney said he’d get it into the paper tonight. Then they’ll all see it in the paper and read my name printed and pa’s name.


.
28 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4786


His face got all grey instead of being red like it was and there was a fly walking over it up to his eye.


.
29 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4787


The scrunch that was when they were screwing the screws into the coffin : and the bumps when they were bringing it downstairs.


.
30 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4788


Pa was inside it and ma crying in the parlour and uncle Barney telling the men how to get it round the bend.


.
31 mars 2025

#Ulysse 4789


A big coffin it was, and high and heavylooking.


.
1er avril 2025

#Ulysse 4790


How was that ?


.
2 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4791


The last night pa was boosed he was standing on the landing there bawling out for his boots to go out to Tunney’s for to boose more and he looked butty and short in his shirt.


.
3 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4792


Never see him again.


.
4 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4793


Death, that is. Pa is dead. My father is dead.


.
5 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4794


He told me to be a good son to ma.


.
6 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4795


I couldn’t hear the other things he said but I saw his tongue and his teeth trying to say it better.


.
7 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4796


Poor pa.


.
8 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4797


That was Mr Dignam, my father.


.
9 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4798


I hope he’s in purgatory now because he went to confession to Father Conroy on Saturday night.


.
10 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4799


. . .


.
11 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4800


William Humble, earl of Dudley, and lady Dudley, accompanied by lieutenantcolonel Heseltine, drove out after luncheon from the viceregal lodge.


.
12 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4801


In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss de Courcy and the honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C. in attendance.


.
13 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4802


The cavalcade passed out by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays.


.
14 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4803


The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way through the metropolis.


.
15 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4804


At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him vainly from afar.


.
16 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4805


Between Queen’s and Whitworth bridges lord Dudley’s viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr Dudley White, B. L., M. A., who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M. E. White’s, the pawnbroker’s, at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his forefinger, undecided whether he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus.


.
17 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4806


In the porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward saw him with surprise.


.
18 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4807


Past Richmond bridge at the doorstep of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King’s windows smiled credulously on the representative of His Majesty.


.
19 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4808


From its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan’s office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage.


.
20 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4809


Above the crossblind of the Ormond hotel, gold by bronze, Miss Kennedy’s head by Miss Douce’s head watched and admired.


.
21 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4810


On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way from the greenhouse for the subsheriff’s office, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low.


.
22 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4811


His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus’ greeting.


.
23 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4812


From Cahill’s corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M. A., made obeisance unperceived, mindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant had held of yore rich advowsons.


.
24 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4813


On Grattan bridge Lenehan and M‘Coy, taking leave of each other, watched the carriages go by.


.
25 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4814


Passing by Roger Greene’s office and Dollard’s big red printinghouse Gerty MacDowell, carrying the Catesby’s cork lino letters for her father who was laid up, knew by the style it was the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn’t see what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring’s big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant.


.
26 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4815


Beyond Lundy Foot’s from the shaded door of Kavanagh’s winerooms John Wyse Nolan smiled with unseen coldness towards the lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland.


.
27 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4816


The Right Honourable William Humble, earl of Dudley, G. C. V. O., passed Micky Anderson’s alltimesticking watches and Henry and James’s wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James.


.
28 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4817



.
29 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4818


Tom Rochford, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, took his thumbs quickly out of the pockets of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap to her.


.
30 avril 2025

#Ulysse 4819


A charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, with dauby cheeks and lifted skirt smiled daubily from her poster upon William Humble, earl of Dudley, and upon lieutenantcolonel H. G. Heseltine, and also upon the honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C. From the window of the D. B. C. Buck Mulligan gaily, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the viceregal equipage over the shoulders of eager guests, whose mass of forms darkened the chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently.


.
1er mai 2025

#Ulysse 4820


From the window of the D. B. C. Buck Mulligan gaily, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the viceregal equipage over the shoulders of eager guests, whose mass of forms darkened the chessboard whereon John Howard Parnell looked intently.


.
2 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4821


In Fownes’s street Dilly Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal’s first French primer, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the glare.


.
3 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4822


John Henry Menton, filling the doorway of Commercial Buildings, stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at in his fat left hand not feeling it.


.
4 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4823


Where the foreleg of King Billy’s horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the outriders.


.
5 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4824


She shouted in his ear the tidings.


.
6 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4825


Understanding, he shifted his tomes to his left breast and saluted the second carriage.


.
7 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4826


The honourable Gerald Ward A. D. C., agreeably surprised, made haste to reply.


.
8 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4827


At Ponsonby’s corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind him, E. L. Y’S, while outriders pranced past and carriages.


.
9 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4828


Opposite Pigott’s music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing &c, gaily apparelled, gravely walked, outpassed by a viceroy and unobserved.


.
10 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4829


By the provost’s wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the refrain of My girl’s a Yorkshire girl.


.
11 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4830


Blazes Boylan presented to the leaders’ skyblue frontlets and high action a skyblue tie, a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a suit of indigo serge.


.
12 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4831


His hands in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his eyes and the red flower between his lips.


.
13 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4832


As they drove along Nassau street His Excellency drew the attention of his bowing consort to the programme of music which was being discoursed in College park


.
14 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4833


Unseen brazen highland laddies blared and drumthumped after the cortège :

But though she’s a factory lass
And wears no fancy clothes.
Baraabum.
Yet I’ve a sort of a
Yorkshire relish for
My little Yorkshire rose.
Baraabum.


.
15 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4834


Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M. C. Green, H. Shrift, T. M. Patey, C. Scaife, J. B. Jeffs, G. N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Adderly and W. C. Huggard, started in pursuit.


.
16 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4835


Striding past Finn’s hotel Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the carriages at the head of Mr M. E. Solomons in the window of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate.


.
17 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4836


Deep in Leinster street by Trinity’s postern a loyal king’s man, Hornblower, touched his tallyho cap.


.
18 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4837


As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the gent with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper.


.
19 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4838


His collar too sprang up.


.
20 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4839


The viceroy, on his way to inaugurate the Mirus bazaar in aid of funds for Mercer’s hospital, drove with his following towards Lower Mount street.


.
21 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4840


He passed a blind stripling opposite Broadbent’s.


.
22 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4841


In Lower Mount street a pedestrian in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across the viceroy’s path.


.
23 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4842


At the Royal Canal bridge, from his hoarding, Mr Eugene Stratton, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township.


.
24 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4843


At Haddington road corner two sanded women halted themselves, an umbrella and a bag in which eleven cockles rolled to view with wonder the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain.


.
25 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4844


On Northumberland and Lansdowne roads His Excellency acknowledged punctually salutes from rare male walkers, the salute of two small schoolboys at the garden gate of the house said to have been admired by the late queen when visiting the Irish capital with her husband, the prince consort, in 1849 and the salute of Almidano Artifoni’s sturdy trousers swallowed by a closing door.


.
26 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4845


Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.


.
27 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4846


Imperthnthn thnthnthn.


.
28 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4847


Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.


.
29 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4848


Horrid ! And gold flushed more.


.
30 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4849


A husky fifenote blew.


.
31 mai 2025

#Ulysse 4850


Blew. Blue bloom is on the.


.
1er juin 2025

#Ulysse 4851


Goldpinnacled hair.


.
2 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4852


A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile.


.
3 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4853


Trilling, trilling : Idolores.


.
4 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4854


Peep ! Who’s in the .... peepofgold ?


.
4 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4855


Tink cried to bronze in pity.


.
5 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4856


And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying call.


.
6 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4857


Decoy. Soft word. But look : the bright stars fade. Notes chirruping answer.


.
7 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4858


O rose ! Castile. The morn is breaking.


.
8 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4859


Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.


.
9 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4860


Coin rang. Clock clacked.


.
10 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4861


Avowal. Sonnez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. La cloche ! Thigh smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, goodbye !


.
11 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4862


Jingle. Bloo.


.
12 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4863


Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War ! War ! The tympanum.


.
13 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4864


A sail ! A veil awave upon the waves.


.
14 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4865


Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.


.
15 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4866


Horn. Hawhorn.


.
16 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4867


When first he saw. Alas !


.
17 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4868


Full tup. Full throb.


.
18 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4869


Warbling. Ah, lure ! Alluring.


.
19 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4870


Martha ! Come !


.
20 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4871


Clapclap. Clipclap. Clappyclap.


.
21 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4872


Goodgod henev erheard inall.


.
22 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4873


Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.


.
23 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4874


A moonlit nightcall : far, far.


.
24 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4875


I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.


.
25 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4876


Listen !


.
26 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4877


The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the ? Each, and for other, plash and silent roar.


.
27 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4878


Pearls : when she. Liszt’s rhapsodies. Hissss.


.
28 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4879


You don’t ?


.
29 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4880


Did not : no, no : believe : Lidlyd. With a cock with a carra.


.
30 juin 2025

#Ulysse 4881


Black. Deepsounding. Do, Ben, do.


.
1er juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4882


Wait while you wait. Hee hee. Wait while you hee.


.
2 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4883


But wait !


.
3 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4884


Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.


.
4 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4885


Naminedamine. Preacher is he.


.
5 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4886


All gone. All fallen.


.
6 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4887


Tiny, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.


.
7 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4888


Amen ! He gnashed in fury.


.
8 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4889


Fro. To, fro. A baton cool protruding.


.
9 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4890


Bronzelydia by Minagold.


.
10 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4891


By bronze, by gold, in oceangreen of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.


.
11 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4892


One rapped, one tapped, with a carra, with a cock.


.
12 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4893


Pray for him ! Pray, good people !


.
13 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4894


His gouty fingers nakkering.


.
14 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4895


Big Benaben. Big Benben.


.
15 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4896


Last rose Castile of summer left bloom I feel so sad alone.


.
16 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4897


Pwee ! Little wind piped wee.


.
17 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4898


True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift your tschink with tschunk.


.
18 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4899


Fff ! Oo !


.
19 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4900


Where bronze from anear ? Where gold from afar ? Where hoofs ?


.
20 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4901


Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraandl.


.
21 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4902


Then not till then. My eppripfftaph. Be pfrwritt.


.
22 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4903


Done.


.
23 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4904


Begin !


.
24 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4905


Bronze by gold, miss Douce’s head by miss Kennedy’s head, over the crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing steel.


.
25 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4906


—Is that her ? asked miss Kennedy.


.
26 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4907


Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil.


.
27 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4908


—Exquisite contrast, miss Kennedy said.


.
28 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4909


When all agog miss Douce said eagerly :
— Look at the fellow in the tall silk.


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29 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4910


—Who ? Where ? gold asked more eagerly.


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30 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4911


—In the second carriage, miss Douce’s wet lips said, laughing in the sun. He’s looking. Mind till I see.


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31 juillet 2025

#Ulysse 4912


She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the pane in a halo of hurried breath.