 section 13 of Ulysses this is a Libervox recording all Libervox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit Libervox.org recorded by Nathan Jordan Ulysses by James Joyce part 2 the odyssey episode 8 Lester gonians part 3 mr. blue mate has strips of sandwich fresh clean bread with relish of disgust pungent mustard the feety savor of green cheese sips of his wine soothed his palate not logwood bat case fuller this weather with the chill off nice quiet bar nice piece of wood in that counter nicely plain like the way it curves there I wouldn't do anything at all in that line Davey Byrne said it ruined many a man the same horses ventures sweepstake licensed for the sale of beer wine and spirits for consumption on the premises heads I win tails you lose true for you nosey Flynn said unless you're in the know there's no straight sport going now Linahan gets some good ones he's giving scepter today Zinfandel is the favorite Lord Howard de Walden's wanted Epsom morning cannon is riding him I could have got seven to one against st. Amanta fortnight before that's so Davey Byrne said he went towards the window and taking up the petty cash book scanned its pages I could faith nosy Flynn said snuffling that was a rare bit of horse flesh st. Fruskin was her sire she won in the thunderstorm Rothschild's Philly with wadding in her ears blue jacket and yellow cap bad luck to big bin dollard and his John O'Gaunt he put me off it a he drank resigned lay from his tumbler running his fingers down the flutes a he said sighing Mr. Bloom champing standing looked upon his sigh nosy numbskull will I tell him that horse Linahan he knows already better let him forget go and lose more fool and his money do drop coming down again cold nose he'd have kissing a woman still they might like prickly beards they like dogs cold noses old Mrs. Rourden with the rumbling stomach sky terrier in the city arms hotel Molly fondling him in her lap oh the big doggy bow wowsy wowsy wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard a moment mockish 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 mild fire of wine kindled his veins I wanted that badly felt so off color his eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tin sardines gaudy lobsters claws all the odd things people pick up for food 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 silly fish learn nothing in a thousand years if you didn't know risky putting anything into your mouth poisonous berries Johnny Magery's roundness you think good gaudy color warns you off one fellow told another and so on try it on the dog first led on by the smell or the look tempting fruit ice cones cream instinct orange groves for instance need artificial irrigation libtris straw saw yes but what about oysters unsightly like a clot of phlegm filthy shells devil to open them to who found them out garbage sewage they feed on fizz and red bank oysters effect on the sexual aphrodis he was in the red bank this morning was he oysters old fish at table perhaps he young flesh in bed no June has no are no oysters but there are people like things high tainted game jugged hair first catch your hair Chinese eating eggs 50 years old blue and green again dinner of 30 courses each dish harmless might mix inside idea for a poison mystery that Archduke Leopold was it no yes or was it Otto one of those hapsburgs 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 Millie to rock oil and flour raw pastry I like myself half the catch of oysters they throw back in the sea to keep up the price cheap no one would buy caviar do the grand hawk and green glasses swell blow out lady this powdered bosom pearls the elite creme de la creme they want special dishes to pretend they're hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the flesh know me come eat with me royal sturgeon high sheriff coffee the butcher right to venison's of the forest from his ex sent him back the half of a cow spread I saw down in the master of the role's kitchen area white-hatted chef like a rabbi combustible duck crilly cabbage a la duchesse de parma just as well to write it on the bill of fairs so you can know what you've eaten too many drugs spoil the broth I know it myself dosing it with edwards desiccated soup geese stuff silly for them lobsters boiled alive do take some tomagun wouldn't mind being a waiter in a swell hotel tips evening dress half-naked ladies may I tempt you to a little more fillets lemon soul miss dubidad yes dubidad and she did the dad you cannot name I expect that a miss dubidad lived in killinie I remember du dé la franche still it's the same fish perhaps old Mickey Hanlon of Moore Street ripped the guts out of making money hand over fist finger and fish's gills can't write his name on a check thank you is painting the landscape with his mouth twisted mookle ah ha ignorant as a kish of bruises worth 50 000 pounds stuck on the pain two flies buzzed stuck glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed crushing in the wine press grapes of burgundy sun's heat it is seems to a secret touch telling me memory touched his sense moistened remembered hidden under wild ferns on houth below us bay sleeping sky no sound the sky the bay purple by the lion's head green by drumlock yellow green towards Sutton fields of undersea the lion's faint brown and grass buried cities pillowed on my coat she had her hair earwigs in the heather scrub by hand under her nape you'll toss me all oh wonder cool soft with ointments her hand touched me caressed her eyes upon me did not turn away ravished over her eye lay full lips full open kissed her mouth yum softly she gave me in my mouth the seed cake warm and chewed mockish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweet sour of her spittle joy i ate it joy young life her lips that gave me pouting soft warm sticky gum jelly lips flowers her eyes were take me willing eyes pebbles fell she lay still a goat no one hi on ben houth wrote a dindrums and any goat walking sure-footed dropping currents screamed under fern she laughed warm wildly i lay on her kissed her eyes her lips her stretched neck beating woman's breasts full and her blouse of nuns veiling bat nipples upright hot i tongued her she kissed me i was kissed all yielding she tossed my hair kissed she kissed me me and me now stuck the flies buzzed his downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the open slab beauty it curves curves our beauty shapely goddesses venus juno curves the world admires can see them library museums standing in the round hall naked goddesses aids to digestion they don't care what man looks all to see never speaking i mean to say to fellows like flin suppose she did pygmalion and galatea what would she say first mortal put you in your proper place quaffing nectar at mess with the god's golden dishes all ambrosial not like a tanner lunch we have boiled mutton carrots and turnips bottle of all-sop nectar imagine it drinking electricity god's food lovely forms of women sculpted junonian immortal lovely and we stuffing food in one hole and out behind food kyle blood dung earth food have to feed it like stoking an engine they have no never looked i'll look today keeper won't see then down let something drop see if she dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to do there to do a man and ready he drained his glass to the leaves and walked to men too they gave themselves manly conscious lay with men lovers a youth enjoyed her to the yard when the sound of his boots had ceased davie burn said from his book what is this he is isn't he in the insurance line he's out of that long ago nosy flin said he does canvassing for the freemen i know him well to see davie burn said is he in trouble trouble nosy flin said not that i heard of why i noticed he was in mourning was he nosy flin said so he was faith i asked him how he was all at home you're right by god so he was i never broach the subject davie burn said humanely if i see a gentleman is in trouble that way it only brings it up fresh in their minds it's not the wife anyhow nosy flin said i met him the day before yesterday and he coming out of that irish farm dairy john white's 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 and is he doing for the freemen davie burn said nosy flin pursed his lips he doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up you can make bacon of that how so davie burn asked coming from his book nosy flin made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers he winked he's in the craft he said do you tell me so davie burn said very much so nosy flin 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 is that a fact oh it's a fine order nosy flin said they stick to you when you're down i know a fellow was trying to get into it but there is close as damn it by god they did right to keep the women out of it davie burn smiled yawned nodded all in one i a charge there was one woman nosy flin 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 of master mason that was one of the saint ledgers of donner rail davie burn sated after his yawn said with tear washed 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 god almighty couldn't make him drunk nosy flin 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 out with the watch to see what he ought to imbibe declare to god he does there are some like that davie burn said he's a safe man i'd say he's not too bad nosy flin said snuffling it up he's been known to put his hand down to help a fellow give the devil his due oh bloom has his good points but there's one thing he'll never do his hand scrawled a dry pen signature beside his grog i know davie burn said nothing in black and white nosy flin said patty linard and bantam lions came in tom rockford followed frowning a planing hand on his cleric waistcoat day mr burn day gentlemen they paused at the counter who's standing patty linard asked i'm sitting anyhow nosy flin answered well will it be patty linard asked i'll take a stone ginger bantam lions said how much patty linard cried since when for god's sake what's yours tom how is the main drainage nosy flin asked sipping for answer tom rockford pressed his hand to his breastbone and hiccuped would i trouble you for a glass of fresh water mr burn he said certainly sir patty linard eyed his ailments lord love a duck he said look at what i'm standing drinks to cold water and ginger pop two fells that would suck whiskey off a sore leg he has some bloody horse up his sleeve for the gold cup a dead zinfandel is it nosy flin asked tom rockford spilled powder from a twisted paper into the water set before him that cursed dyspepsia he said before drinking bread soda is very good davie burn said tom rockford nodded and drank is it of zinfandel say nothing bantam lions winked i'm going to plunge five bob on my own tell us if you're worth your salt and be damned to you patty linard said who gave it to you mr bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting so long nosy flin said the others turned that's the man now that gave it to me bantam lion whispered patty linard said with scorn mr burn sir we'll take two of your small jamesons after that and uh stone ginger davie burn added civilly hey patty linard said a sucking bottle for the baby mr bloom walked towards dawson street his tongue brushing his teeth smooth something green it would have to be spinach say then with those raunchin rays searchlight you could at duke lane a ravenous terrier choked up a sick knuckly cudd on the cobblestones and laughed it up with new zest surf it returned with thanks having fully digested the contents first sweet then savory mr bloom coasted warily ruminants his second course their upper jaw they move wonder if tom rockford will do anything with that invention of his wasting time explaining it to flin's mouth lean people long mouths ought to be a hall or a place where inventors could go in and invent free of course then you'd have all the cranks pestering he hummed prolonging and solemn echo the closes of the bars don jivani a senior teco in vitasti feel better burgundy good pick me up who distilled first some chap in the blues dutch courage that kill any people in the national library now i must bear clean closed stools waiting in the window of william miller plumber turned back his thoughts they could and watch it all the way down swallow a pin sometimes come out of the ribs years after to round the body changing billiard a dutch spleen squirting liver gastric juice coils of intestines like pipes but the poor buffer would have to stand all the time with his insides in trails on show science a senior teco what does that teco mean tonight perhaps don jivani now has to be invited to come to supper tonight to rum the rum dumb doesn't go properly keys two months if i get the neti two that'll be two pounds ten about two pounds eight three hinds owes me to eleven press scots die works van over there if i get billy press scots add 215 five guineas about on the pigs back could buy one of those silk petticoats for molly color of her new garters today today not think true the south then what about english watering places brighton margate peers by moonlight her voice floating out those lovely seaside girls against john longs a drowsy loafer lounged in heavy thought gnawing a crusted knuckle handyman wants job small wages will eat anything mr bloom turned at gray's confectioners window of unbought tarts and past the reverend thomas conlan's bookstore why i left the church of roam birds nest women run him they say they used to give popper children's 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 roam a blind stripling stood tapping the curbstone with his slender cane no tram in sight wants to cross do you want to cross mr bloom asked the blind stripling did not answer his wall face frowned weakly he moved his head uncertainly your in dawson street mr bloom said molsworth street is opposite do you want to cross there's nothing in the way the cane moved out trembling to the left mr bloom's eyes followed its line and saw again the diwork span drawn up before drago's where i saw his brilliant teamed hair just when i was horse drooping driver in john longs slacking his drowth there's a van there mr bloom said but it's not moving i'll see you across do you want to go to molsworth street yes the stripling answered south frederick street come mr bloom said he touched the thin elbow gently then took the limp seeing hand to guide it forward say something to him better not do the condescending they mistrust what you tell them pass a common remark the rain kept off no answer stains on his coat slobbers his food i suppose tastes all different for him have to be spoon fed first like a child's hand his hand like millies was sensitive sizing me up i dare say from my hand wonder if he has a name then keep his cane clear of the horse's legs tire drudge get his nose that's right clear behind a bull in front of a horse thanks sir knows i'm a man voice right now first turn to the left the blind stripling tapped the curb stone and went on his way drawing his cane back feeling again mr bloom walked behind the eyeless feet a flat cut suit of herring bone tweed poor young fellow how on earth did he know that van was there must have felt it see things in their forehead perhaps kind of sense of volume weight or size of it something blacker than the dark wonder would he feel it if something was removed feel a gap queer idea of Dublin he must have tapping his way around by the stones could he walk in a beeline if he hadn't that came bloodless pious face like a fellow going in to be a priest penrose that was the chap's name look at all the things they can learn to do read with their fingers tune pianos or we are surprised they have any brains why we think a deformed person or a hunchback clever if he says something we might say of course the other senses are more embroidery plate baskets people ought to help work basket i could buy for Molly's birthday hate sewing might take an objection dark men they call them sense of smell best be stronger too smells on all sides bunch together each street's different smell each person too then the spring the summer smells tastes they say you can't taste wines with your eyes shut or a cold in the head also smoke in the dark they say get no pleasure and with a woman for instance more shameless not seen that girl passing the steward institution head in the air look at me i have them all on must be strange not to see her kind of a form in his mind's eye the voice temperatures when he touches her with his fingers must almost see the lines the curves 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 post office must answer fag today send her a postal order to shillings half a crown except my little present stationers just tier two wait think over it with the gentle finger he felt ever so slowly the hair combed back above his ears again fibers of fine fine straw then gently his finger felt the skin of his right cheek downy hair there too not smooth enough the belly is the smoothest no one about there he goes into frederick street perhaps to leavenston's dancing academy piano might be settling my braces walking by doran's public house he slid his hand between his waistcoat and trousers and pulling aside his shirt gently felt the slack full of his belly but i know it's whitey yellow want to try in the dark to see he went through his hand and pulled his dress too poor fellow quite a boy terrible really terrible what streams would he have not seeing life a dream for him where is the justice being born that way all those women and children excursion bean feast burned and drowned in new york holocaust karma they call that trans migration for sins you did in a past life the reincarnation met him pike hoses dear dear dear pity of course but somehow you can't cotton on to them some way sir frederick thoukiner going into the freemasons hall solemn is Troy after his good lunch in orals fort terrace old legal cronies cracking a magnum tails of the bench and sizes and annals of the blue coat school i sentenced him to 10 years i suppose he'd turn up his nose at that stuff i drank vintage wine for them the year marked on a dusty bottle has his own ideas of justice in the recorders court well-meaning old man police charge sheets crammed with cases get their percentage manufacturing crime sends them to the right about the devil on money lenders gave ruben jay a great straw calling now he's really what they call a dirty Jew power those judges have crusty old toppers and wigs bear with a sore paw and may the lord have mercy on your soul hello play card mirris bazaar his excellency the lord lieutenant 16th today it is in aid of funds for mercer's hospital the messiah was first given for that yes handle what about going out there ball's bridge drop in on keys no use sticking to him like a leech wear out my welcome sure to know someone on the gate mr bloom came to kill their street first i must library straw hat and sunlight tan shoes turned up trousers it is it is his heart cropped softly to the right museum goddesses he swerved to the right 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 making for the museum gate with long windy steps he lifted his eyes handsome building sir thomas dean designed not following me didn't see me perhaps light in his eyes the flutter of his breath came forth in short size quick cold statues quiet there safe in a minute no didn't see me after two just at the gate my heart his eyes beating look steadfastly at cream curves of stone sir thomas dean was the greek architecture look for something i his hasty hen went quick into a pocket took out red unfolded agendoth netame where did i busy looking he thrust back quick agendoth after noon she said i am looking for that yes that try all pockets hanker freeman where did i ah yes trousers potato purse where hurry walk quietly moments more my heart 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 safe end of section 13 recorded by nathan jordan section 14 of ulysses this is a libra vox recording all libra vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit libra vox.org recorded by kusty ulysses by james joce part two the odyssey episode nine sila and caribdis part one obeying to comfort them the quaker librarian purd 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 he came a step a sinker pace on meat slather creaking and a step backward a sinker pace on the solemn floor a noiseless attendance sitting open the door but slightly made him a noiseless beck directly said he creaking to go albeit lingering the beautiful ineffectual dreamer who comes to grief against hard facts one always feels that gert his judgments are so true true in the larger analysis twice creakingly analysis he curranted off bored most zealous by the door he gave his large ear all to the attendance words heard them and was gone two left monsieur abdela police steven sneered was alive 15 minutes before his death have you found those six brave medicals john eglinton asked with elder scroll to write paradise lost at your dictation the sorrows of satan he calls it smile smile cranley smile first he tickled her then he patted her then he passed for female catheter for he was a medical jolly old medic a few you would need one more for hamlet seven is dear to the mystic mind the shining seven wb calls them glitter eyed his rufus skull close to his green capped desk lamp sought the face bearded amid dark greener shadow and olive holy eyed he laughed low a size is laugh of trinity unanswered or castrol satan weeping many a rude tears such as angels whip it a glee avia del cul fatal trumpeter he holds my folly's hostage cranley's 11 true with low men to free their sireland gap tooth Kathleen her four beautiful green fields the stranger in her house and one more to hail him are they rubber the tin holy 12 in the shadow of the glen he queues for them my soul's youth i gave him night by night godspeed good hunting mulligan has my telegram folly persist a 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 all these questions are purely academic russle oracle doubt of his shadow i mean whether hamlet is shakespeare or james one or sx clodgy man'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 deeper life does it spring the painting of gustav moro is the painting of ideas the deepest poetry of shelly the words of hamlet bring our minds into contact with the eternal wisdom plateaus world of ideas all the rest is the speculation of schoolboys for schoolboys a has been telling some yankee interviewer while tarnation struck me the schoolmen were schoolboys first steven said super politely aristotle was once plateaus schoolboy and has remained so one should hope john eglinton sedately said one can see him a model schoolboy with his diploma under his arm he laughed again at the now smiling bearded face formless spiritual father word and holy breath all father the heavenly man he says christos magician of the beautiful the loggers who suffers in us at every moment this verily is that i am the fire upon the altar i am the sacrificial butter dunlop judge the noblest roman of them all a e arville the name ineffable in heaven height 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 bride sister moisture of light born of an insolved virgin repentant surfia departed to the plain of buddha the life esoteric is not for an ordinary person opium must work off bad karma first mrs cooper opley once glimpsed our very illustrious sister hpb's elemental oh five out on for food for fall the inordinate look mrs so inordinate when a lady is showing off her elemental mr best entered tall young mild light he bore in his hand with grace a notebook new large clean bright that model schoolboy steven said would find hamlet's musings about the afterlife of his princely soul the improbable insignificant and undramatic monologue as shallow as plateaus john edlington frowning said waxing roth upon my word it makes my blood boil to hear anyone compare Aristotle with Plato which of the two steven asked would have banished me from his common wealth unshith your dagger definitions hoarseness is the wattness of all horse streams of tendency and eons they worship god noise in the street very peripatetic space what you dare well have to see through spaces smaller than red globules of man's blood they creepy call after Blake's buttocks into eternity of which this vegetable world is but a shadow hope to the now the here through which all future plungers to the past mr best came forward amiable towards his colleague hains is gone he said is he i was showing him jubinville's book he's quite enthusiastic don't you know about hide's love songs of correct i couldn't bring him in to hear the discussion he's gone to gills to buy it bound to the fourth my booklet quick to greet the callous public rutai wind was not my wish in lean and lovely english the peat smoke is going to his head john eglinton opine we feel in england penitent thief gone i smoked his backy green twinkling stone and emeralds set in the ring of the sea people do not know how dangerous love songs can be the auric egg of russell warned occult lee the movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions and 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 produced the six shilling novel the musical song phrase produces the finest flower of corruption melami but the desirable life is revealed only to the poor of heart the life of homeless physicians from these words mr best turned an unoffending face to steven melami don't you know he said has written those wonderful prose poems steven McKenna used to read to me in paris but what about hamlet he says il sait promener lissons au lieu 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 his freehand graciously wrote tiny signs in air hamlet ou la distrae pièce de shakespeare he repeated to john eglinton's new gathered frown pièce de shakespeare don't you know it's so french the french point of view hamlet ou the absent minded beggar steven ended john eglinton laughed yes i suppose it would be he said excellent people no doubt but distressingly short sighted in some matters sumptuous and stagnant exaggeration of murder a detachment of the soul robert green called him steven said not for nothing was he a butcher's son wielding the slotted poleaxe and spitting in his palms nine lives are taken off for his father's one our father who art in pegetry khaki hamlet stone hesitate to shoot a blood bolted shambles in act five as a forecast of the concentration camp sung by mr swinburne cranley i his mute orderly following battles from afar whelps and dams of murderous foes who none but we had spared between the saxon smile on the yanky york the devil in the deep sea he will have it that a hamlet is a ghost story john eglinton said for mr the best's behoof like the fat boy in pickwick he wants to make our flesh creep list list oh mist my flesh hears him creeping he is he failed it's ever what is a ghost steven said with tingling energy one who has faded into impalpability through death through absence through change of manners elizabeth in london lay as far from stratford as corrupt paris lies from virgin dublin who is the ghost from limbo patron returning to the world that has forgotten him who is king hamlet john eglinton shifted his spare body leaning back to judge lifted it is this hour of a day in mid-june steven said begging with a swift glance they're hearing the flag is up on the playhouse by the bank side the bear sakerson growls in the pit near it paris garden canvas climbers who sailed the drake chew their sausages among the groundlings local color work in all you know make them accomplices shakespeak has left the huganott's house in silver street and walks by the swan news along the riverbank but he does not stay to feed the pen chivying her game of signals towards the rushes the swan of avon has upper thoughts composition of place ignatius noyola make haste to help me the play begins a player comes on under the shadow made up in the cast-off mile of a court buck a well-set man with a bass voice it is the ghost the king a king and no king and the player is shakespear 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 sarah cloth calling him by a name hamlet and their 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 hamlet shakespear who has died in strutford at his namesake may live forever is it possible that that player shakespear 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 hamlet shakespear lived he would have been prince hamlet's twin is it possible i want to know or probable but 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 and shakespear born hathaway but this prying into the family life of a great man wrestle began impatiently art thou their true penny interesting only to the parish clerk and then we have the place and then when we read the poetry of king leo what is it to us how the poet lived as for living our servants can do that for us filia delil has said peeping and prying into green room gossip of the day the poet's drinking the poet's debts we have king leo and it is immortal mr best's face appealed to a greed flow over them with your waves and with your waters manan manan the clear how now sir that pound he lent you when you were hungry marry i wanted it take thou the snowball go to you spent most of it into a jinnah johnson's bed cladgy man's daughter i can bite of ingot do you intend to pay it back oh yes when now well no when then i paid my way i paid my way steady on his from bayant bowing water the northeast corner you owe it wait five months molecules all change i am other i now other i got pound buzz buzz but i intelligent formal forms am i by memory because under ever-changing forms i have it sin and prayed and fasted a child commies saved from pandies i i and i i ae i o u 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 forever she died for literature at least before she was born she died steven retorted 67 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 mother's deathbed candle the sheeted mirror who brought me into this world lies there bronze lidded under few cheap flowers liliata rutalantium i whipped alone john eglinton looked at the tangled glow worm of his lamp the world believes that shakesfield made a mistake he said and got out of it as quickly and as best he could bosh steven said brutally a man of genius makes no mistakes his errors are volitional and other portals of discovery portals of discovery open to letting the quaker librarian soft creek footed bald ears and assiduous a shrew john eglinton said shrewdly is not a useful portal of discovery one should imagine what useful discovery did socrates learn from zen thief dialectic steven answered and from his mother how to bring thoughts into the world what he learned from his other wife myrto apsip nomen socrates apschidion no man not a woman will ever know but neither the midwife's law nor the court of lectures saved him from the icons of shin fane and their nagging of himlock but an hathaway mr best's quiet voice said forgetfully yes we seem to be forgetting her as shakespeare himself forgot her his look went from broodersbeard to carpascale to a mind to chide them not unkindly then to the ball pink lullard costard guiltless them aligned he had a good great's worth of wit steven said and no truant memory he carried a memory in his wallet as he trudged to roanville whistling the girl i left behind me if the earthquake did not time it we should know where to place poor what sitting in his form the cry of hounds the started bridal and herbly windows that memory venison adonis laying the bedchamber of every light of love in london is kathryn the shrew ill-favoured otensia kills her young and beautiful do you think the writer of antiny and cleopatra a passionate pilgrim had his eyes in the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all warwick share to lie with all good he left her and gained the world of men but his boy women are the women of a boy their life thought speech i lent them by males he chose badly he was chosen it seems to me if others have their will and half away by cock she was to blame she put the come ever on him sweet in twenty six the gray eyed goddess who bends over the boy adonis stooping to conquer as prologue to the swaying act is a bald faced strapped at winch who tumbles in a cornfield a lover younger than herself and my turn when come right field mr best said brightly gladly raising his new book gladly brightly he murmured then with blondolite for all between the acres of the rye these pretty country folk would lie paris the well-pleased pleaser a tall figure invaded homespun rose from shadow and unveiled its cooperative watch i'm afraid i'm due at the homestead wither away exploitable ground are you going john eglinton's active eyebrows asked shall we see what morse tonight piper is coming piper mr best piped this piper back peter piper peck to peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper i don't know if i can thursday we have our meeting if i can get away in time yogi bogey box in dorsen chambers isis unveiled their parley book we tried to pawn cross-legged under an umbral umbershoot he thrones an aztec logos functioning on astral levels their oversaw mahar mahatma the faithful hermitists await the light ripe for cellarship ring ground about him louis h victory t corfield urwin lotus ladies tend them in the eyes their penny or glands are glow filled with his guard he thrones buddha and a plantain golfer of souls in golfer he saw she saw the shawl of souls engulfed with wailing creek rise world whirling baby whale in quintessential triviality for years in this fresh case as she sold dwelt essay we are to have a literary surprise the quaker librarian said friendly and honest mr russel rumor has it is gathering together as she for our young opponents verses we are all looking forward anxiously anxiously he glanced in the comb of landlite where three faces lighted shone see this remember steve looked down on a wide headless corbane hung on his ashplant handle over his knee my cask and sword 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 I'll go one hat is one hat listen young coloman starchy george roberts is doing the commercial part long worth will give it a good puff in the express but will he I liked colom strover yes I think he has that queer thing genius do you think he has genius really yates admired his line as in wild earth aggression base did he I hope he'll be able to come tonight malakai melagon is coming too more ask him to bring haims did you hear miss mitchell's joke about more and martin the more is martin's wild oats awfully clever isn't it they're a mind one of don kiyoti and sancia panza our national epic has yet to be written dr. cigarsson says more is the man for it a night of the roof or count and it's here in dublin with a saffron kilt oh neil russel oh yes he must speak the grand old tongue and his docilio james stevens is doing some clever sketches we are becoming important it seems cordelia could ugly oh lairs lonely as daughter nigg shotten now you're best french polish thank you very much mr russel stevens said rising if you'll be so kind as to give the letter to mr norman oh yes if he considers it important it will go in we have so much correspondence i understand stevens said thanks god ill to you the pig's paper will look befriending singes has promised me an article for dana too are we going to be read i feel we are the galic league word something in irish i hope you will come around tonight bring starkey stevens sat down the quaker librarian came from the leaf takers blushing his mask said yes to dead us your views are most illuminating he creaked to and fro tiptoeing up near heaven by the altitude of choping and covered by the noise of outgoing said alone visit your view then that she was not faithful to the poet alarmed face asks me why did he come courtesy or an inward light whether it was a reconciliation stevens said there must have been first disundering yes yes christ fox in leather trues hiding a runaway in blighted tree force from human cry knowing no vixen walking lonely in the chase women he wanted him tender people a whore of Babylon ladies of justice bully tapster's wives fox and geese and a new place a slack dishonored body that was once cumbly once as sweet as fresh as cinnamon now her leaves falling all bare frightened of the narrow grave and unforgiven yes so you think the door closed behind the outgoer rest suddenly possessed the discreet vaulted cell rest of warm and brooding air a vestal slope here he ponds 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 coffined thoughts around me in mummy cases embalmed in spice of words wrath god of libraries a bird god moony crowned and I heard the voice of that Egyptian high priest in painted chambers loaded with tile books 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 mortal entail urge me to rig their well 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 but him let us say personal isn't it is the 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 he rested an illicit look on the edge of the desk smiling his defiance his private papers in the original tar and bad our entail tame in mershaga could bella on it little john quoth little john eglinton I was prepared for paradoxes from what malika and maligan told us but I may as well warn you that if you want to shake my belief that shakespeare's hammer you have a stern task before you bear with me Stephen withstood the bane of miscreant eyes glinting stone under wrinkled brows a basilisk ekwondo verde normal latoska mr brunetto I thank you for the word as we or mother Dana weave and unweave our body Stephen said from day to day their molecule shuttle 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 for in the intense instant of imagination when the mind shelly says is a fading coal that which I was is that which I am and that which impossibility I may come to be so in the future the sister of the past and I see myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that which then I shall be drumming of Hawthorne helped you at that style yes mr best said youngly I feel hammer quite young the bitterness might be from the father but the passages with affiliate are surely from the son has the wrong cell by the lug he is in my father I am in his son that mall is the last to go Stephen said laughing John Eglinton made a nothing pleasing moon if that were the birthmark of genius he said genius would be a drug in the market the place of Shakespeare's later years which run and admired so much breathe another spirit the spirit of reconciliation quaker librarian breathed there can be no reconciliation Stephen said if there has not been a sundering said that if you want to know what are the events which cast their shadow over the hell of time of King Leah Othello Hamlet Tronus and Crusader 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 head red cone capped buffeted Brian blinded a child a girl placed in his arms marina the learning of sophists towards the bypass of apocrypha is a constant quantity John Eglinton detected the high roads are dreary but they lead to the town good bacon gone musty Shakespeare bacon's wild oats cypher jugglers going the high roads seekers on the great quest what town good masters mundane names A. E. E. on McGee John Eglinton east of the sun west of the moon tyrna naog rooted the train and staved how many miles to Dublin three scorer and tensor will we be there by candlelight mr. Brown is accepted Stephen said as the first play of the closing period does he what is mr. sitting Lee or mr. Simon Lazarus as some of his name say of it marina Stephen said a child of storm Miranda a wonder Perdita that which was lost what was lost is given back to him his daughter's child my dearest wife paraphrase says was like this maid will any man love the daughter if he has not loved the mother the art of being a grandfather mr. best can mama la tetra gone will he not see reborn in her with the memory of his own youth added another image do you know what you were talking about love yes word known to all men a more viral alecweed alecree born on foot under it I a quick on Cupid's chemists his own image to a man with that queer thing genius is a standard of all experience material and moral such an appeal will touch him the images of other miles of his blood will repel him he will see in them grotesque attempts of nature to foretell or to repeat himself end of section 14 section 15 of Ulysses this is a liber vox recording all liber vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit liber vox.org Ulysses by James Joyce part two the odyssey episode nine silla and caribdas part two the benign forehead of the quaker librarian and kindled rosalie with hope I hope mr. deadless 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 favored 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 felicitously he ceased and held a meek head among them ox egg prize of their fray he thows and these are with grave husband words dust love Miriam dust love thy man that may be too Stephen said there's a saying of Gertes which mr. McGee 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 Buon Aroba a bay where all men ride a maid of honor with a scandalous girlhood a lordling to woo for him he was himself a lord of language and had made himself a coistral gentleman and he had written Romeo and Juliet why belief in himself has been untimely killed he was overborn in a cornfield first right field 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 Don Giovannism will not save him no later undoing will undo the first undoing the tusk of the bore has wounded him there where love lies a bleeding if the shrew is worsted yet there remains to her woman's invisible weapon there is I feel in the words some goat 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 they list and in the porches of their ears I pour the soul has been 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 Lucrecia's blue circled ivory globes to Imogen's breast bear with its mole sink spotted 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 seas voice a voice heard only in the heart of him who is the substance of his shadow the sun consubstantial with the father amen was responded from the doorway has thou found me oh my enemy enthroned a rebald face sullen as a dean's buck mulligan came forward then blithe in motley towards the greeting of their smiles my telegram you were speaking of the gaseous vertebrate if i mistake not he asked if steven primrose vested he greeted gaily with his daft Panama as with a bobble they make him welcome vas du verlasch verset du noch dienen brood of mockers foteas pseudo malachi yoan most he who himself begot middler the holy ghost and himself sent himself agon buyer between himself and others who put upon by his friends stripped was nailed like bat to barn door starved on cross-tree who let him bury stood up harrowed hell fared into heaven and there these nineteen hundred years siteth 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 gloria in excelsis deo he lifts his hands veils fall oh flowers bells with bells acquiring yes indeed the quaker librarian said a most instructive discussion mr. mulligan i'll be bound has his theory too of the play end of shakespeare all sides of life should be represented he smiled on all sides equally buck mulligan thought puzzled shakespeare he said i seem to know the name a flying sunny smile raid in his loose features to be sure he said remembering brightly the chap that writes like singe mr. best turned to him hains missed you he said did you meet him he'll see you after at the dbc he's gone to gills to buy hide's love songs of conacht i came through the museum buck mulligan said was he here the bards fellow countrymen john englinton answered are rather tired of our brilliancies of theorizing i hear that an actress played hamlet for the four hundred and eighth 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 the most brilliant of all is that story of wilds mr best said lifting his brilliant notebook that portrait of mr w h where he proves that the sonnets were written by willy hughes a man of all hughes for willy hughes is it not the quaker librarian asked or hui wills mr william himself w h who am i i mean for willy hughes mr best said amending his gloss easily of course it's all paradox don't you know hughes and hughes and hughes the color but it's so typical the way he works it out it's the very essence of wild don't you know the light touch his glance touched their faces lightly as he smiled a blonde effeebe tame essence of wild your darned witty three drams of uskabal you drank with dandese's ducats how much did i spend oh a few shillings for a plump pressman humor wet and dry wit you would give your five wits for youth's proud livery he pranks in liniments of gratified desire there be many moe take her for me in pairing time jove a cool rut time send them yay turtled of her eve naked wheat bellied a snake coils her fang yin's kiss do you think it is only a paradox the quaker librarian was asking the mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious they talk to seriously of mockers seriousness buckamulligan's again heavy face eyed steven a while then his head wagging he came near drew a folded telegram from his pocket his mobile lips read smiling with new delight telegram he said wonderful inspiration telegram a papal bull he sat on a corner of the unlit desk reading aloud joyfully the sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtor ship for a thing done signed deadless where did you launch it from the kips no college green have you drunk the four quid the ant is going to call on your unsubstantial father telegram malachi mulligan the ship lower abbey street oh you peerless murmur oh you priestified kinshite joyfully he thrust message an envelope into a pocket but keened in a quarelless brogue it's what i'm telling you mr honey it's queer and sick we were hains and myself the time himself brought it in twas murmur we did for gallus potion would rouse a fryer i'm thinking and he limp with leaching and we one hour and two hours and three hours in connery sitting civil waiting for pints of peace he wailed and we to be there maveron and you to be unbeknownst sending us your conglomerations the way we to have our tongues out a yard long like the drothy clerics do be fainting for a pussful steven laughed quickly warningfully buck mulligan bent down the tramper singe is looking for you he said to murder you he heard you pissed on his hall door in glass tulle he's out in pampoutis to murder you me steven exclaimed that was your contribution to literature buck mulligan gleefully bent back laughing to the dark eavesdropping ceiling murder you he laughed harsh gargoyle face that warred against me over our mess of hash of lights in rue saint andre des arts in words of words four words palabra oisin with patrick fawn man he met in clamort woods brandishing a wine bottle save andre de saint mirth ring irish his image wandering he met i mine i met a fool of the forest mr. lyster an attendant said from the door ajar in which everyone can find his own so mr. justice madden in his diary of master william silence has found the hunting their terms yes what is it there's a gentleman here sir the attendant said coming forward and offering a card from the free man he wants to see the files of the killkenny people for last year certainly certainly certainly is the gentleman he took the eager card glanced not saw laid down unglanced looked asked creaked asked is he oh there brisk in a galley yard he was off out in the daylit corridor he talked with valuable pains of zeal in duty bound most fair most kind most honest broad brim this gentleman freeman's journal killkenny people to be sure good day sir killkenny we have certainly a patient silhouette waited listening all the leading provincial northern wig cork examiner in his court the guardian 1903 will you please evans conduct this gentleman if you just follow the attend oh please allow me this way please sir valuable dutiful he led the way to all the provincial papers a bowing dark figure following his hasty heels the door closed the sheenie buckamal again cried he jumped up and snatched the card what's his name icky moses bloom he rattled on jehovah collector of prepuces is no more i found him over in the museum where i went to hail the foam-born aphrodite the greek mouth that has never been twisted in prayer every day we must do homage to her life of life thy lips and kindle suddenly he turned to steven he knows you he knows your old fellow oh i fear me he is greaker than the greeks his pale galilean eyes were upon her mesial groove venus callipage oh the thunder of those loins the god pursuing the maiden hid we want to hear more john englinton 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 grizzelda of penelope stay at home and tisthenes pupil of gorgeous steven said took the palm of beauty from curios menelos broad damn our guy of 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 island his life was rich his art more than the art of feudalism as walt whitman called it is the art of surfate hot herring pies green mugs of sack honey sauces sugar of roses march pain goose buried pigeons wringled candies sir walter roley when they arrested him had half a million francs on his back including a pair of fancy stays the gumbean woman eliza tutor had underlending enough to vie with her of sheba twenty years he dallyed there between conjugal love and its chased delights and scortatory love and its foul pleasures you know manningham story of the burgers wife who bathed dick burbage to her bed after she had seen him in richard the third 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 capons blankets william the conqueror came before richard the third and the gay lakin mistress fit on mount and cry oh and his dainty bird's knees lady penelope rich a clean quality woman is suited for a player in the punks of the bank side a penny a time cool the rain en cours vansu nous ferons de petite cochonnerie minette tu veux the height of fine society and sir william devinant of oxford's mother with her cup of canary for any cock canary pock mulligan his pious eyes upturned prayed blessed margaret to marry any cock and harry of six wives daughter and other lady friends from neighbor seats as lawn tenison gentleman poet sings but all those twenty years what do you suppose poor penelope in stratford was doing behind the diamond panes do and do thing done in a rosary of fetter lane of gerard herbalist he walks grayed auburn and azured hair bell like her veins lids of juno's eyes violets he walks one life is all one body do but do afar in a reek of lust and squalor hands are laid on whiteness pock mulligan wrapped john englandton's desk sharply whom do you suspect he challenged say that he is the spurned lover in the sonnets once spurned twice spurned but the court wanton spurned him for a lord his dear my love love that dare not speak its name as an englishman you mean john sturdy englandton put in he loved a lord old wall where sudden lizards flash at charonton i watched them it seemed so steven said when he wants to do for him and for all other insingular uneared wombs the holy office in osler does for the stallion maybe like socrates he had a midwife to mother as he had a shrew to wife but she the giglet wanton did not break a bed vow two deeds are rank in that ghost's mine a broken vow and the dull brained yokel on whom her favor has declined deceased husband's brother sweet and i take it was hot in the blood once a wooer twice a wooer steven turned boldly in his chair 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 thirty four 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 and her poor dear willan when he went and died on her raging that he was the first to go jone 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 oh yes mention there is in the years when he was living richly in royal london to pay a debt she had to borrow 40 shillings from her father's shepherd explain you then explain the swan song to wherein he has commanded her to posterity he faced their silence to whom thus englinton you mean the will but that she 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 flears mocker and therefore he left out her name from the first draft but he did not leave out the presence 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 second best bed punked left her his second best left her his best of bed second best left to bed whoa end of section 15 recorded by richard wallace 26 may 2011 section 16 of ulysses this is a liver vox recording all liver vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit liver vox dot org ulysses by james joce part two the odyssey episode nine sila and caribdas part three pretty country folk had few chattels then john englinton observed as they have still if our peasant plays are true to type he was a rich country gentleman steven said with a coat of arms and landed a state at stratford and a house in ireland yard a capitalist shareholder a bill promoter a tithe farmer why did he not leave her his best bed if he wished her to snore away the rest of her nights in peace it is clear that there were two beds a best and a second best mr. second best best said finally separatio immense at a thalamot bettered bucke mulligan and was smiled on antiquity mentions famous beds second englinton puckered bed smiling let me think antiquity mentions that stigerite school urchin and bald heathen sage steven said who went dying in exile freeze 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 nail gwin her pillars and let her live in his villa do you mean he died so mr. best asked with slight concern i mean he died dead drunk buck mulligan capped a quart of ale is a dish for a king oh i must tell you what dowden said what asked best englinton william shakespeare and company limited the people's william for terms apply e dowden high-field house lovely buck mulligan's aspired 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 catamite the sense of beauty leads us astray said beautiful sadness best to uggling eglinton steadfast john replied severe the doctor can tell us what those words mean you cannot eat your cake and have it say us thou so will they rest from us from me the palm of beauty and the sense of property steven said he drew shylock out of his own long pocket the son of a malt jobber and moneylender he was himself a corn jobber and moneylender with ten tods of corn hoarded in the famine riots his borrowers are no doubt those diverse of worship mentioned by chetl falseth who reported his uprightness of dealing he sued a fellow player for the price of a few bags of malt and extracted his pound of flesh and interest for every money lint how else could aubrie's osler and callboy get rich quick all events brought grist to his mill shylock chimes with the jubating that followed the hanging and quartering of the queen's leech Lopez his jew's heart being plucked forth while the sheenie was yet alive hamlet and mcbeth with the coming to the throne of a scotch fellow faster with a turn for witch roasting the lost armada is his jeer in love's labor lost his pageants the histories sail full bellied on a tide of maf king enthusiasm or workshire jesuits are tried and we have a porter's theory of equivocation the sea venture comes home from bermudas and the play rented admired is written with patsy caliban our american cousin the sugared sonnets follow sydney's as for fey elizabeth otherwise carity bests the gross virgin who inspired the merry wives of windsor let some mind hair from almani grop his lifelong for deep hid meanings in the depths of the buck basket I think you're getting on very nicely just mix up a mixture of theological philological mingo minxy mictum mingere prove that he was a jew john eglinton dared expectantly your dean of studies holds he was a holy roman suflaminand sum he was made in germany steven replied as the champion of french polisher of italian scandals a myriad minded man mr best reminded colleridge called him myriad minded amplious in societate humana hoax est maxime necessarium utsit amesitia inter multos saint thomas steven began aura pro nobis monk mulligan groaned sinking to a chair there he keened a wailing rune pog mohon ashula mackree it's destroyed we are from this day it's destroyed we are surely all smiled their smiles saint thomas steven smiling said whose gore bellied works i enjoy reading in the original writing of incest from a standpoint different from that of the new v&e school mr mcgee 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 horde of the jews for whom as for the law lords storm was shelter bound their affections too with hoops of steel whether these be sins or virtues old nobo daddy 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 neighbor shall covet his ox or his wife or his manservant or his maidservant or his jackass or his genious buck mulligan antifoned gentle will is being roughly handled gentle mr best said gently which will gagged sweetly buck mulligan we are getting mixed the will to live john englinton philosophized for poor an will's widow is the will to die req we escot steven prayed what of all the will to do it has vanished long ago she lies laid out in stark stiffness in that second best bed the mobile queen even though you prove that a bed in those days was as rare as a motor car is now and that its carvings were the wonder of seven parishes in old age she takes up with gospelers one stayed with her at new place and drank a quart of sack the town council paid for but in which bed he slept its skills not to ask and heard she had a soul she read or had read to her his chat books referring them to the merry wives and losing her nightly waters on the Jordan she thought over hooks and eyes for believers breaches and the most spiritual snuff box to make the most devout souls sneeze venus has twisted her lips and prayer agon bite of inwit remorse of conscience it is an age of exhausted hordom groping for its god history shows that to be true in quit eglintonus chronologists 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 rustle is right what do we care for his wife or father i should say that only family poets have family lives false staff was not a family man i feel that the fat knight is his supreme creation lean he lay back shy deny thy kindred the uncogwed shy something with the godless he sneaks the cup a sire in ultonian entrem baited him visits him here on quarter days mr. McGee sir there's a gentleman to see you me says he's your father sir give me my words worth enter McGee more matthew a rugged rough rug-headed curn in straws with a buttoned codpiece his nether stalks be mired with clover of ten forests a wand of wilding in his hand your own he knows your old fellow the widower hurrying to her squalid death lair from gay paris on the quayside i touched his hand the voice new warmth speaking dr bob kenney is attending her the eyes that wish me well but do not know me a father steven said battling against hopelessness is a necessary evil he wrote the play in the months that followed his father's death if you hold that he a graying man with two marriageable daughters with 35 years of life nel mezzo del cammin dinostra vita with 50 of experience is the beardless undergraduate from wittenberg then you must hold that his 70 year old mother is the lustful queen no the corpse of john shakespeare does not walk the night from hour to hour it rots and rots he rests disarmed of fatherhood having devised that mystical estate upon his son bocaccio's calendrino was the first and last man who felt himself with child fatherhood in the sense of conscious begetting is unknown to man it is a mythical estate an apostolic succession from only begetter to only begotten on that mystery and not on the Madonna which the cunning italian intellect flung to the mob of europe the church is founded and founded irremovably because founded like the world macro and microcosm upon the void upon insertitude upon unlikelihood amor matrice subjective and objective genitive may be the only true thing in life paternity may be illegal fiction who is the father of any son that any son should love him or he any son what the hell are you driving at i know shut up blast you i have reasons amplius adhuk itterum postea are you condemned to do this 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 prized 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 in rue monsieur le prince i thought it what links them in nature an instant of blind rut am i a father if i were shrunken uncertain hand cibilius the african subtlest heresy arc 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 refute 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 rutland bacon southampton shakespeare 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. mcgee understands her abhorr's perfection eglinton own eyes quick with pleasure looked up shy brightly gladly glancing a merry puritan through the twisted eglantine flatter rarely but flatter himself his own father son mulligan told himself wait i am big with child i have an unborn child in my brain palace athena a play the play's the thing let me parturiate he clasped his punch brow with both birth-aiding hands as for his family steven said his mother's name lives in the forest of ardent her death brought from him the scene with volumnia in coriolanus his boy son's death is the death scene of young arthur in king john hamlet the black prince is hamlet shakespeare who the girls in the tempest in pericles in winter's tale are we know who cleopatra fleshpot of egypt and crescent venus are we may guess but there is another member of his family who is recorded the plot thickens john eglinton said the quaker librarian quaking tiptoed in quake his mask quake with haste quake quack door closed cell day they list three they i you he they come mess steven he had three brothers gilbert edmund richard gilbert in his old age told some cavaliers he got a pass for naut what from master gatherer one time mass he did and he seen his brood maester wool the playwriter up in london in a wrestling play would a man's on his 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 magie glin john names what's in a name best that is my name richard don't you know i hope you're going to say a good word for richard don't you know for my sake laughter buckamal again piano diminuendo then out spoke medical dick to his comrade medical davie steven in his trinity of black wills the villain shake bags yago richard crookback edmund and king lear to bear the wicked uncle's names nay that last play was written or being written while his brother edmund lay dying in south work best i hope edmund is going to catch it i don't want richard my name laughter quaker leister a tempo but he that filters from me my good name steven string endo 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 said his face in a dark corner of his canvas he has revealed it in the sonnets where there is will in over plus like john ogaunt his name is dear to him as there's the coat and crusty toadied for on a bend disable a spear or steeled argent honorific ability didn't that had to bus dearer than his glory of greatest shake scene 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 as ours a star a day star a fire drake rose at his birth it's shown by day in the heavens alone brighter than venus in the night and by night it's shown over delta in cassiopeia the recumbent constellation which is the signature of his initial among the stars his eyes watched it low lying on the horizon eastward of the bear as he walked by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from shottery and from her arms both satisfied i too don't tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched and from her arms wait to be wooed in one i am me cock who will woo you read the skies auto temeruminous bous stefa namoomis where's your configuration steven steven cut the bread even sd sua dona dia dilui gelindo resolve a dino amare sd what is that mr deadless the quaker librarian asked was it a celestial phenomenon a star by night steven said a pillar of the cloud by day what more to speak steven looked on his hat his stick his boots stefanos my crown my sword his boots are spoiling the shape of my feet by a pair holes in my socks handkerchief too you make good use of the name john eglinton allowed your own name is strange enough i suppose it explains your fantastical humor me meggy and mulligan fabulous artificer the hawk like man you flew where to new haven diepi steerage passenger paris and back lap wing icarus potter ight c b dabbled fallen weltering lap wing you are lap wing b mr best eagerly quietly 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 grim too don't you know the fairy tales the third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best prize best of best brothers good better best the quaker librarian spring halted 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 he caught himself in the act looked at all refrained an attendant from the doorway called mr leister father denine wants all father denine directly swiftly wreckly creaking wreckly wreckly he was wreckly gone john eglinton touched the foil come he said let us hear what you have to say of richard and edmund you kept them for the last didn't you in asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle richie and nuncle edmund steven answered i feel i am asking too much perhaps a brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella lap wing where is your brother apothecaries hall my whetstone him then cranley mulligan now these speech speech but act act speech they mock to try you act be acted on lap wing i am tired of my voice the voice of esau my kingdom for a drink on 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 an what's in a name who's 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 sydney's arcadia and spatch cocked on to a Celtic legend older than history that was will's wage on eglinton defended we should not now combine a north saga with an excerpt from a novel by george meredith cove will evu more would say he puts bohemia on the sea coast and makes ulysses quote Aristotle why steven 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 at certain fathoms in the earth and drowns his book it doubles itself in the middle of his life reflects itself in another repeats itself protasus epithesis cadastasis 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 lord's bishops of manus 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 he left to free his mind from his mind's bondage judge englinton summed up the truth is midway he affirmed he is the ghost in the prince he is all in all he is steven said the boy of act one is the mature man of act five all in all in cymbaline in othello he is bod and cuckold he acts and is acted on lover of an ideal or a perversion like jose he kills the real karmann his unremitting intellect is the horn mad yago ceaselessly willing that the more in him shall suffer cuckoo cuckoo cuck mulligan clucked ludely oh word of fear dark dome received riverbed and what a character is yago undaunted john eglinton exclaimed when all is said do my face or is it do my pair is right after god shakespeare has created most man delights him not nor woman neither steven 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 mulberry tree in the earth then dies the motion is ended gravediggers berry hamlet pair and hamlet feast a king and a prince at last in death with incidental music and what though murdered and betrayed be wept by all frail tender hearts for dain or dubliner sorrow for the dead is the only husband from whom they refuse to be divorced if you like the epilogue look along on it prosperous prospero the good man rewarded lizzie the grandpa's lump of love and uncle 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 major link 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 in 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 in the sun two days later the lord of things as they are whom the most roman of catholics call dio boya hangman god is doubtless all in all in all of us osler and butcher and would be bod and cuckold too but that in the economy of heaven foretold by hamlet there are no more marriages glorified man and androgynous angel being a wife unto himself eureka buck mulligan cried eureka suddenly happy he jumped up and reached in a stride john eglinton's desk may I he said the lord has spoken to malachi he began to scribble on a slip of paper take some slips from the counter before going out those who are married mr best dowse herald said all save one shall live the rest shall keep as they are he laughed unmarried at eglinton yohannes of arts a bachelor unwed unfancy wary of wiles they finger ponder nightly each his very or a magician of the taming of the shrew you are a delusion said roundly john eglinton to steven you have brought us all this way to show us a french triangle do you believe your own theory no steven said promptly are you going to write it mr best ask you ought to make it a dialogue don't you know like the platonic dialogues wild wrote john eclecticon doubly smiled well in that case he said I don't see why you should expect payment for it since you don't believe it yourself doubting believes there is some mystery in hamlet but will say no more air bleep true the man piper met in berlin who is working up that ruttland theory believes that the secret is hidden in the stratford monument he is going to visit the present duke piper says and proved to him that his ancestor wrote the plays it will come as a surprise to his grace but he believes his theory I believe oh lord help my unbelief that is help me to believe or help me to unbelief who helps to believe ego men who to unbelief other chap 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 fred dream two pieces of silver he lent me tied you over economics for a guinea steven said you can publish this interview buck mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling laughing and then gravely said honey malice I called upon the barred kinch at his summer residence in upper mecklenburg street and found him deep in the study of the summa contra gentiles in the company of two gonorrhea ladies fresh nilly and rosalie the col quay whore he broke away come kinch come wandering angus of the birds come kinch you have eaten all we left I I will serve you your orts and offals steven rose life is many days this will end we shall see you tonight john eglinton said notra ami more says malachi mulligan must be there buck mulligan flaunted his slip and panama monsieur moore he said lecturer on french letters to the youth of ireland I'll be there come kinch the bards must drink can you walk straight laughing he swill till eleven irish night's entertainment lubber steven followed a lubber one day in the national library we had a discussion shakes after his love back I followed I gall his kibbe steven greeting then all amort followed a lubber jester a well-kempt head new barbara out of the vaulted cell into a shattering daylight of no thought what have I learned of them of me walk like hains now the constant reader's room in the reader's book casual boil o'connor fits mary's tisdle feral paraffes his polysyllables item was hamlet mad the quakers paid godly with a priest teen in book talk oh please do sir I shall be most pleased amused buck mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself self nodding a pleased bottom the turnstile is that blue ribbon hat idly writing what looked the curving balustrade smooth sliding minceus puck mulligan panama helmeted went step by step I am being trolling john eglinton my joe john why won't you wet a wife he spluttered to the air oh the chinless china man chin chong eglinton we went over to their play box hains and I the plumber's hall our players are creating a new art for europe like the greeks or m metterlink abbey theater I smell the public sweat of monks he spat blank forgot any more than he forgot the whipping lousy lucy gave him and left the femme de trante ans and why no other children born in his first child a girl after wit go back the dour recluse still there he has his cake and the dowse youngling minion of pleasure fetus toyable fair hair a I just a wanted I forgot he longworth and mccurdy atkinson were there puck mulligan footed feetly trilling I hardly hear the pearloo cry or tommy talk as I pass one by before my thoughts begin to run on f mcmurdy atkinson and the same that had the wooden leg and that filibustering filibag that never dared to slake his drowth magie that had the chinless mouth being afraid to marry on earth they masturbated for all they were worth just on know thyself halted below me a quiz or looks at me I halt mournful mummer buck mulligan moaned singe has left off wearing black to be like nature only crows priests and english coal are black a laugh tripped over his lips longworth is awfully sick he said after what you wrote about that old hake greggory oh you inquisitional drunken jiu jesuit she gets you a job on the paper and then you go and slate her driveled jesus couldn't you do the yates touch 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 one thinks of Homer he stopped at the stairfoot I have conceived a play for the mummers he said solemnly the pillard moorish hall shadows entwined gone the nine men's morris with caps of indices in sweetly varying voices buck mulligan read his tablet every man his own wife or a honeymoon in the hand a national immorality in three orgasms by ballacky mulligan he turned a happy patches smirk to steven saying the disguise I fear is thin but listen he read marcato characters toady tossed off a ruined pole crab a bush ranger medical dick and medical davie two birds with one stone mother grogan a water carrier fresh nelly and rosalie the cold quay whore he laughed lowling a two and fro head walking on followed by steven and mirthfully he told the shadows souls of men oh the night in camden hall when the daughters of erin had to lift their skirts to step over you as you lay in your mulberry colored multicolored multitudinous vomit the most innocent son of erin steven said for whom they ever lifted them about to pass through the doorway feeling one behind he stood aside 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 my will his will that fronts me seized between a man passed out between them bowing greeting good day again buck mulligan said the portico here I watched the birds for augury iangus 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 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 the ancient mariner oh kinch thou art in peril get the a breach pad manner of oxenford day wheelbarrow sun over arch of bridge a dark back went before them step of a pard down out by the gateway under portcullis barbs they followed offend me still speak on kind air defined the coins of houses in killed air street no birds frail from the house tops two plumes of smoke ascended pluming and in a flaw of softness softly were blown cease to strive peace of the druid priests of cymbaline hyrophantic from wide earth on altar laud we the gods and let our crooked smokes climb to their nostrils from our blessed altars end of section 16 read by richard wallace liberty missouri june 16th 2011