 Section 21 of Ulysses. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recorded by Elizabeth Morant. Ulysses by James Joyce. Part 2, The Odyssey. Episode 11, Sirens. Part 2. Miss Dousey's brave eyes, unreguarded, turned from the cross-blind, smitten by sunlight. Gone. Pensive. Who knows? Smitten. The smiting light. She lowered the drop-blind with a sliding cord. She drew down pensive. Why did he go so quick when I, about her bronze, over the bar where bald stood by sister gold? In exquisite contrast. Contrast. In exquisite. Non-exquisite. Slow, cool, dim, sea-green, sliding depth of shadow. Oh, day-nil. Poor old Goodwin was the peonist that night, Father Cowley reminded them. There was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the collared grant. There was. A symposium all his own, Mr. DeDalas said. The devil wouldn't stop him. He was a crotchety old fellow in the primary stage of drink. God, do you remember? Ben Bulkidollard said, turning from the punished keyboard. And by japers I had no wedding garment. They all laughed. They laughed all three. He had no wed. All trio laughed. No wedding garment. Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr. DeDalas said. Where's my pipe, by the way? He wandered back to the bar to the lost cord pipe. Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie and Poldy. And Father Cowley laughed again. I saved the situation, Ben, I think. You did, a varied Ben Dallard. I remember those tight trousers, too. That was a brilliant idea, Bob. Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purpley lobes. He saved the situation, tight trow, brilliant eyed. I knew he was on the rocks, he said. The wife was playing the piano in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very trifling consideration. And who was it gave me the wheeze she was doing the other business? Do you remember? We had to search all Hollis Street to find them till the Chap and Kieffs gave us the number. Remember? Ben remembered. His broad visage wondering. By God! She had some luxurious opera cloaks and things there. Mr. DeDalas wandered back, pipe in hand. Marion's square style. Ball dresses by God and court dresses. He wouldn't take any money, either. What? Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and truncos. What? Aye, aye, Mr. DeDalas nodded. Mrs. Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions. Jingle jaunted down the keys. Blazes sprawled on bounding tires. Liver and bacon. Steak and kidney pie. Right, sir. Right, Pat. Mrs. Marion met him pike hoses. Smell of burn. Of Paul de Coq. Nice name, he. What's this her name was? A buxom lassie. Marion. Tweety. Yes. Is she alive? And kicking. She was a daughter of, daughter of the regiment. Yes, big ad. I remember the old drum major. Mr. DeDalas struck whizzed, lit puffed, savoury puff after. Irish? I don't know. Faith. Is she, Simon? Puff after stiff. A puff, strong, savoury, crackling. Buccaneater muscle is what? Bit rusty. Oh, she is my Irish Molly. Oh, he puffed a pungent plume blast. From the rock of Gibraltar. All the way. They pined in depth of ocean shadow. Gold by the beer pool. Bronze by Maraschino. Thoughtful. All too. Mina Kennedy. Four Lismore Terrace. Drumcondra with I. Dolores. A queen. Dolores. Silent. Pat served uncovered dishes. Leopold cut liver slices. As said before, he ate with relish the inner organs. Nutty gizzards. Fried cods roads. While Richie Goulding callous ward ate steak and kidney. Stake then kidney. Bite by bite of pie. He ate. Bloom ate. They ate. Bloom with Goulding. Married in silence. Ate. Dinner's fit for princes. By bachelor's walk, jog jaunty jingled blazes Boylan, bachelor. In sun and heat, mare's glossy rumpa trot. With flick of whip on bounding tires. Sprawled, warm-seated. Boylan impatience. Ardent bold. Horn. Have you the horn? Have you the ha-ha-horn? Over their voices, the dollard bassooned attack. Booming over bombarding cords. When love absorbs my ardent soul. Roll of Ben soul, Benjamin roll, To the quivery love-shivery roof panes. War. War, cried Father Cowley. You're the warrior. So I am, Ben, warrior, laughed. I was thinking of your landlord. Love or money. He stopped. He wagged huge beard. Huge face over his blunder. Huge. Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her ear, man. Mr. DeDela said through smoke aroma. With an organ like yours. And bearded, abundant laughter. Dollard shook upon the keyboard. He would. Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley added. Half-time, Ben. Amoroso manon troppo. Let me there. Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. She passed a remark. It was indeed, first gentleman said, Beautiful weather. They drank cool stout. Did she know where the Lord Lieutenant was going? And heard Steelehoof's ring-hoof ring. No, she couldn't say. But it would be in the paper. Oh, she need not trouble. No trouble. She waved about her outspread, independent searching. The Lord Lieutenant. Her pinnacles of hair slow-moving. Lord Lieutenant. Too much trouble, first gentleman said. No, not in the least. The way he looked at, Lord Lieutenant. Gold by bronze, heard Iron Steele. My ardent soul, I care not for or the morrow. In liver-gravy, gloom-mashed mashed potatoes. Love and war someone is. Ben Dollard's famous. Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit for that concert. Trousers tight as a drum on him. Musical porpers. Molly did laugh when he went out. Threw herself back across the bed, screaming, kicking. With all his belongings on show. Oh, saints above, I'm drenched. Oh, the women in the front row. Oh, I never laughed so many. Well, of course, that's what gives him the base barrel tone. For instance, eunuchs. Hmm, wonder who's playing. Nice touch. Must be Cowley. Musical. Was whatever note you play. Bad breath he has. Poor chap. Stopped. Miss Douce engaging Lydia Douce. Bowed to suave solicitor George Lidwell. Gentlemen. Entering. Good afternoon. She gave her moist, a lady's hand to his firm clasp. Afternoon. Yes, she was back. To the old ding-dong again. Your friends are inside, Mr. Lidwell. George Lidwell, suave solicited, held a Lydia hand. Blue mate live, as said before. Clean here, at least. That chap in the Burton. Gummy with gristle. No one here. Goulding an eye. Clean tables. Flowers. Mitres of napkins. Pat to and fro. Bald pat. Nothing to do, best value in dub. Piano again. Cowley it is. Way he sits into it, like one together, mutual understanding. Tiresome shapers, scraping fiddles. Eye on the bow-end. Sawing the cello. Remind you of toothache. Her high long snore. Night we were in the box. Trombone underblowing like a grampus. Between the ax. Other brass chap, unscrewing. Emptying spittle. Conductor's legs, too. Bags, trousers. Jiggity jiggity. Do right to hide them. Jiggity jingle jaunty jaunty. Only the harp. Lovely. Gold-glowering light. Girl touched it. Poop of a lovely. Gravy's rather good fit for a. Golden ship. Aron. The harp that once or twice. Cool hands. Ben Houth. The rotodendrons. We are their harps. Eye. He. Old. Young. Ah, ah. I couldn't, man. Mr. Dedele said. Shy, listless. Strong leg. Go on, blast you. Ben Dollard growled. Get it out in bits. Maparee, Simon. Father Cowley said. Downstage he strode. Some paces. Grave. Tall in affliction. His long arms outheld. Horstly the apple of his throat. Horst softly. Softly he sang to a dusty seascape there. A last farewell. A headland. A ship. A sail upon the billows. Farewell. A lovely girl. Her veil a wave upon the wind upon the headland. Wind around her. Cowley sang. Maparee to Tamor. Il mio squardo il incontro. She waved, unhearing Cowley. Her veil to one departing. Dear one. To win, love, speeding sail. Return. Go on, Simon. Ah, sure. My dancing days are done, Ben. Well? Mr. DeDalus laid his pipe to rest beside the tuning fork and, sitting, touched the obedient keys. No, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Play it in the original. One flat. The keys, obedient, rose higher. Tolled, faltered, confessed. Confused. Upstage strode, Father Cowley. Here, Simon. I'll accompany you, he said. Get up. By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock. By Elvory's elephant jingly jogged. Steak, kidney, liver, mashed. At meat fit for princes sat princes bloom and goulding. Princes at meat they raised and drank. Power and cider. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said, some nabula. He heard Joe Moss sing that one night. Ah, what McGuckin. Yes, in his way. Fire boy style? Moss was the boy. Mass boy. A lyrical tenor, if you like. Never forget it. Never. Tenderly bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain. Backache, he. Bright's bright eye. Next item on the program. Paying the piper. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea box. For a while. Sings, too. Down among the dead men. Appropriate. Kidney pie. Sweets to the. Not making much hand of it. Best value in. Characteristic of him. Power. Particular about his drink. Flaw in the glass. Fresh vartry water. Theking matches from counters to save. For a sovereign in dribs and drabs. And when he's wanted. Not a farthing. Screwed refusing to pay his fare. Curious types. Never would Richie forget that night. As long as he lived. Never. In the gods of the old royal with little peak. And when the first note. Speech paused on Richie's lips. Coming out with a whopper now. Rhapsodies about. Damn all. Believes his own lies. Does really. Wonderful liar. But want a good memory. Which air is that? Asked Leopold Bloom. All is lost now. Richie cocked his lips a pout. A low incipient note. Sweet banshee murmured. All. A thrush. A throttle. His breath. His teeth he's proud of. Fluted with. Plaintive woe. His lost. Rich sound. Two notes in one there. Blackbird I heard in the Hawthorne Valley. Taking my motives he twined. And turned them. Almost two new call. Is lost in all. Echo. How sweet the answer. How is that done? Now. Mournful he whistled. Fall. Surrender. Lost. Bloom bent Leopold ear. Turning a fringe of doily down under the vase. Order. Yes, I remember. Lovely air. In sleep she went to him. Innocence in the moon. Brave. Don't know their danger. They were back. Call name. Touch water. Jingle jaunty. Too late she longed to go. That's why. Woman. As easy stop the sea. Yes. All is lost. A beautiful air said. Bloom lost Leopold. I know it well. Never in all his life had Richie Golding. Wise child that knows her father. Daedalus said. Me? Bloom as scants over liverless saw. Face of the all is lost. Rolicking Richie once. Jokes old stale now. Wagging his ear. Napkin ring in his eye. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Cross-eyed Walter, sir. I did, sir. Wouldn't trouble only I was expecting some money. Apologize. Piano again. Sounds better than last time I heard. Tuned. Probably. Stopped again. Dollard and Cowley still urged the lingering singer out with it. With it, Simon. It, Simon. Ladies and gentlemen. I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. It, Simon. I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. It, Simon. I have no money, but if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavor to sing to you of a heart bowed down. By the sandwich bell in screening shadow Lydia, her bronze and rose, a lady's grace, gave and withheld as in cool glaucus O'Daynil Mina chords of prelude closed. A chord, long drawn, expectant, drew a voice away. When first I saw that form endearing, Richie turned, sighed a dailess's voice, he said. Brain tip, cheek touched with flame. They listened, feeling that flow endearing flow over skin, limbs, human heart, soul, spine. Bloom signed to Pat. Bald Pat is a waiter hard of hearing. To set a jar, the door of the bar, the door of the bar. So, that will do. Pat, waiter, waited, waiting to hear, for he was hard of hear by the door. Sorrow from me seemed to depart through the hush of air a voice sang to them. Low, not rain, not leaves in murmur, like no voice of strings or reeds or what do you call them, dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their each his remembered lives. Good, good to hear, sorrow from them each seemed to from both depart when first they heard, when first they saw lost Richie poldy mercy of beauty, heard from a person wouldn't expect it in the least, her first merciful love soft off loved word. Love that is singing, love's old sweet song, Bloom unwound slowly the elastic band of his packet, love's old sweet sonne la gold. Bloom wound a skein round four fork fingers, stretched it, relaxed it round his troubled double, fourfold in octave, gived them fast. Full of hope and all delighted, tenors get women by the score, throw flower at his feet, when will we meet? My head it simply jingle all delighted, he can't sing for tall hats, your head it simply swirls, perfumed for him. What perfumed is your wife? I want to know. Jing stop not. Last look at mirror always before she answers the door, the hall, there how do you? I do well, there what or file of caches kissing comfits in her satchel, yes hands felt for the opulent. Alas the voice rose, sighing, charged, changed, loud, full, shining, proud, but alas twas idle dreaming, glorious tone he has still, quark air softer also there broke. Silly man could have made oceans of money singing wrong words, wore out his wife, now sings but hard to tell only the two themselves if he doesn't break down keep a trot for the avenue his hands and feet sing too, drink, nerves over strung must be abstemious to sing, Jenny Linde soup, stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream, for creamy dreamy, tenderness it well, slow swelling full it throbbed that's the chat, ha give, take, throb a throb a pulsing proud erect words music, no it's what's behind bloom looped unlooped, noted, disnoted bloom flood of warm jam jam pick it up, secretness flowed to flow and music out in desire, dark to lick flow invading tipping her, tapping her tapping her, topping her tup pours to dilate, dilating tup the joy, the feel, the warmth the tup to pour, or slewises pouring gushes flood, gush, flow joy, gush, tup throb now, language of love ray of hope is beaming Lydia for Lidwell squeaked scarcely here so lady like the muse unsqueaked array of hope Martha it is coincidence, just going to write Lionel's song lovely name you have can't write my little press play on her heart strings, purse strings too she's a I called you naughty boy still the name Martha how strange today the voice of Lionel returned weaker but unwirried it sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to pat open mouth ear waiting to hear how first he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to part, how look form word charmed him, Gould Lidwell one hat blooms heart wish I could see his face though explain better why the barber and drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face in the glass still hear it better here than in the bar though, farther each graceful look first night when first saw her at Matt Dillon's in Terenure yellow black lace she wore musical chairs we two the last fate after her fate round and round slow quick round we two all looked halt down she sat all ousted looking lips laughing yellow knees charmed my eye singing waiting she sang I turned her music full voice of perfume of what perfumed as your lilac trees bosom I saw full both throat warbling first I saw she thanked me why did she me fate Spanish she eyes her pear tree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores she Dolores at me luring ah a luring Martha ah Martha quitting all langer Lionel cried in grief in cry of passion dominant to love to return with deepening yet with rising chords of harmony in cry of Lionel loneliness that she should know must Martha feel for only her he waited where here there try there here all try where somewhere come thou lost one come thou dear one alone one love one hope one comfort me Martha chest note return come it soared a bird it held its flight a swift pure cry soar silver orbit leaps serene speeding sustained to come don't spin it out too long long breath he breathed long life soaring high high resplendent a flame crowned high in the effulgent symbolism high of the ethereal bosom high of the high vast radiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all the endlessnessnessness to me saipold consumed come well sung all clapped she ought to come to me to him to her you too me us bravo clap clap good man Simon clappy clap clap on poor clap clip clap clap sound is a bell bravo Simon clap clap clap on core and clap said cried clapped all ben dollard lydia deuce george lidwell pat mina kennedy two gentlemen with two tankards cowley first gent with tank and bronze miss deuce and gold miss mina blazes boyland smart tans shoes creaked on the bar floor said before jingle by monuments of sir john gray Horatio one handled Nelson reverend father Theobald Matthew jaunted as said before just now a trot in heat heat seated cloche son a la cloche son a la slower the mare went up the hill by the rotunda Rutland square too slow for boiling blazes boiling impatience boiling juggle the mare and after clanging of cowley's cords closed died on the air made richer and richie goulding drank his power and leopold bloom his cider drank lidwell his Guinness second gentlemen they said would partake of two more tankards if she did not mind miss kennedy smirked disserving coral lips at first at second she did not mind seven days in jail ben dollard said on bread and water then you'd sing simon like a garden thrush lionel simon singer laughed father bob cowley played Mina kennedy served second gentlemen paid tom cernan strutted in lydia admired admired but bloom sang dumb admiring richie admiring discanted on that man's glorious voice he remembered one night long ago never forget that night sigh sang twas rank in fame in ned lambert's twas good god he never heard in all his life a note like that he never did then a false one we had better part so clear so god he never heard since love lives not a clinking voice lives not ask lambert he can tell you too gulding a flush struggling in his pale told mr bloom face of the night sigh in ned lambert's to dayless house sang twas rank in fame hey mr bloom listening while hey richie gulding told him mr bloom of the night he richie heard him sigh to dayless sing twas rank in fame in his ned lambert's house brothers in law relations we never speak as we pass by rift in the loot i think treats him with scorn see he admires him all the more the right sigh sang the mumin voice to tiny silky chords wonderful more than all others that voice was a lamentation calmer now it's in the silence after you feel you hear vibrations now silent air bloom unguived his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked the slender cat gut thong he drew and plucked it buzz it twanged while gulding talked a bear a clouds voice production while tom cernan parking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening father cowley who played a voluntary who nodded as he played while big ben dollard talked with simon to dayless lighting who nodded as he smoked who smoked thou lost one all songs on that theme yet more bloom stretched his string cruel it seems let people get fond of each other lure them on then tear us under death explodes knock on the head out to hell out of that human life dignum uh that rat's tail wriggling five bob i gave corpus paradisum horn crake croaker belly like a poisoned pup gone they sing forgotten i too and one day she with leave her get tired suffer then sniffle big spanishy eyes goggling it nothing her wavy a v v heavy a v a v hair uncombed yet too much happy boars he stretched more more are you not happy in your twang it snapped jingle into dorset street miss deuce withdrew her satiny arm reproachful pleased don't make half so free said she till we are better acquainted george lidwell told her really and truly but she did not believe first gentlemen told mina that was so she asked him was that so and second tankard told her so that that was so miss deuce miss lydia did not believe miss kennedy mina did not believe george lidwell no miss dew did not the first the first gent with the tank believe no no did not miss ken lidly lydia well the tank better write it here quills in the post office chewed and twisted bald pat at a sign drew nigh a pen and ink he went a pad he went a pad to blot he heard deaf pat yes mr. bloom has said teasing the curling cat gut line he is few lines will do my present all that italian florid music is who is this wrote know the name you know better take out sheet note paper envelope unconcerned it's so characteristic grandest number in the whole opera holding said it is bloom said numbers it is two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one vibrations chords those are one plus two plus six is seven do anything you like with figures juggling always find out this equal to that symmetry under a cemetery wall he doesn't seem my morning callous all for his own gut music mathematics and you think listening to the ethereal but suppose you said it like martha seven times nine minus x is thirty five thousand fall quite flat it's on account of the sounds it is instance he's playing now improvising might be what you like tell you hear the words want to listen sharp hard begin all right then here chords a bit off feel lost a bit in and out of sacks over barrels through wire fences obstacle course time makes the tune question of mood you're in still always nice to hear except scales up and down girls learning two together next door neighbors ought to invent dummy pianos for that blooming lied I bought for her the name play it slow a girl night I came home the girl door of the stables near cilia street milley no taste queer because we both I mean bald death pat brought quite flat pad ink pat said with ink pen quite flat pat pat took plate dish fork knife pat went it was the only language Mr. Daedalus said to Ben he heard them as a boy in ringabella crosshaven ringabella singing their barker rolls Queenstown harbor full of Italian ships walking you know Ben in the moonlight with those earthquake hats blending their voices God such music Ben heard as a boy cross ringabella Haven moon carol sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that could a moonlight night call clear from a near a call from afar replying down the edge of his freeman baton ranged blooms your other eye scanning for where did I see that Callan Coleman Dignum Patrick hey ho hey ho faucet aha just I was looking hope he's not looking cute as a rat he held unfurled his freeman can't see now remember right greek east bloom dipped bloomer dear sir dear Henry wrote dear Maddie got your let and flow held it I put some poker of it is utterly imposs underline imposs to write today for this bored bloom tambourine gently with I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad pat brought oh know what I mean no change that except my poor little press and close ask her no ants hold on five dig two about here penny the gulls Elijah is come seven Davey Burns about say half a crown my poor little press P dot oh dot two and six write me along do you despise jingle have you the so excited why do you call me not you naughty to oh Mary lost the string of her bye for today yes yes will tell you want to to keep it up tell me that other other world she wrote my patients are exhaust to keep it up you must believe believe the tank it is true folly am I writing husbands don't that's marriage does their wives because I'm away from suppose but how she must keep young if she found out card in my high grade haha no not tell all useless pain if they don't see woman sauce for the gander a hackney car number three hundred and twenty four driver Barton James of number one harmony avenue Donnie Brooke on which sat affair a young gentleman stylishly dressed in an blue surge suit made by George Robert Messias Taylor and Cutcher of number five Eden key and wearing a straw hat very dressy bought of John Plasto of number one great Brunswick street Hatter this is the jingle that juggled and jingled by glue gasses pork shop bright tubes of agand trotted a gallant product mayor end of section 21 recording by Elizabeth Morant section 22 of Ulysses this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recorded by Elizabeth Morant Ulysses by James Joyce part two the odyssey episode 11 sirens part three answering an ad keen Richie's eyes asked bloom yes Mr. Bloom said town traveler nothing doing I expect bloom best references but Henry wrote it will excite me now in haste Henry Greek better ad post script what is he playing now improvising intermezzo the rum tum tum how will you pun you punish me crooked skirt swinging whack by tell me I want to no oh course if I didn't I wouldn't ask la la la re trills off their sad in minor why minor sad sign H they like sad tail at end pps la la la re I feel so sad today la re so lonely he blotted quick on pat of pat and bell address just copy out of paper murmured Calum Coleman and company limited Henry wrote miss Martha Clifford care of P. O. dolphins barn lane Dublin blot over the other so he can't read there right idea prize tidbit something detective read off blotting pad payment at the rate of guinea per call machem thanks the laughing which poor Mrs. Perfoy you P up to poetical about the sad music did that music have charms Shakespeare said quotations every day in the year to be or not to be wisdom while you wait in Gerard's rosary a fetcher lane he walks grade odd burn one life is all one body do but do done anyhow postal order stamp post office lower down walk now enough Barney Kiernan's I promise to meet them dislike that job house of mourning walk pat doesn't hear deaf beetle he is car near there now talk talk pat doesn't settling those napkins lot of ground he must cover in the day paint face behind on him then he'd be to wish they'd sing more keep my mind off bald pat who is bothered mitered the napkins pat is a waiter hard of his hearing pat is a waiter who waits while you wait he he he he waits while you wait a waiter is he he he he he waits while you wait he will wait while you wait he he he he wait while you wait deuce now deuce Lydia bronze and rose she had a gorgeous simply gorgeous time and look at the lovely shell she brought to the end of the bar to him she bore lightly this spiked and winding seahorn that he George Lidwell solicitor might hear listen she bade him under Tom Kiernan's gin hot words the accompanist wove music slow authentic fact how Walter Bapty lost his voice well sir the husband took him by the throat one drill said he yelt sing no more love songs he did faith sir Tom Bob Cowley wove tenors get whim Cowley lay back ah now he heard she holding it to his ear here he heard wonderful she held it to her own and through the sifted light pale gold in contrast gilded here tap bloom through the bar door saw a shell held at their ears he heard more faintly that they heard each for herself alone then each for the other hearing the plash of waves loudly silent roar bronze by a weary gold a near afar they listened her ear two is a shell the peeping lobe there been to the seaside lovely seaside girls skin tanned raw should have put on cold cream first make it brown buttered toast oh and that lotion mustn't forget fever near her mouth your headed simply hair braided over shell with seaweed why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair and turks the mouth why? her eyes over the sheet yashmak find the way in a cave no admittance except on business the sea they think they hear singing a roar the blood it is sauce in the ear sometimes well it's a sea corpuscle islands wonderful really so distinct again George Lidwell held its murmur hearing then laid it by gently what are the wild waves saying he asked her smiled charming sea smiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled by Larry O'Rourke's by Larry Bold Larry O Boyland's suede and Boydland turned from the forsaken shell Miss Mina glided to her tankards waiting no she was not so lonely archly Miss Deuce's head let Mr. Lidwell know walks in the moonlight by the sea no not alone with whom she nobly answered with a gentleman friend Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again the landlord has the prior a little time Long John Big Ben lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies arch and smiling and for their gallants gentlemen friends one one one one one two one three four see wind leaves thunder waters cows lowing the cattle market cocks hens don't crow snakes hiss there's music everywhere Rutledge's door eee creaking no that's noise minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now court dresses of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing misery peasants outside green starving faces eating dock leaves nice that is look look look look look you look at us that's joyful I can feel never have written it why? my joy is other joy but both are joys yes joy it must be mere fact of music shows you are often thought she was in the dumps till she began to lilt then no McCoy Felice my wife and your wife squealing cat like tearing silk tongue when she talks like the clapper of a bellows that can't manage men's intervals gap in the voices too fill me I'm warm dark open molly in quis est homo mercadante my ear against the wall to hear want a woman who can deliver the goods jog jig jog stopped dandy tan shoe of dandy boyland socks sky blue clocks came light to earth oh look we are so chamber music could make a kind of pun on that it is a kind of music I often thought when she acoustics that is tinkling empty vessels make most noise because the acoustics the resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the law of falling water like those rhapsodies of lists Hungarian gypsyed pearls drops pain diddly diddly addly addl oodly oodl yes now maybe now before one wrapped on a door one tapped with a knock did he knock paul de cock with a loud proud knocker with a cock cara cara cara cock cock cock tap ki skedenio no ben tom cernan interfered the crappie boy our native doric I do ben mr. de delas said good men and true do do they begged in one I'll go here pat return come he came he came he did not stay to me how much what key six sharps F sharp major ben dollard said bob cowley's outstretched talons griped the black deep sounding chords must go prince bloom told richie prince no richie said yes must got money somewhere he's on for a razzle back egg spree much here's lip speech one in nine penny for yourself here give him tuppence tip bothered but perhaps he has wife and family waiting waiting patty come home he he he he death wait while they wait but wait but here chords dark lagoo goobrious low in a cave of the dark middle earth embedded or lump music the voice of dark age of unlove earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful come from afar from hoary mountains called on good men and true the priest he sought with him would he speak a word tap ben dollard's voice bass barrel tone doing his level best to say it croak of vast manless moonless one moonless marsh other come down big ships chandler's business he did once remember rosiny ropes ships lanterns failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds now in the ivaya home cubicle number so and so number one bass bass did that for him the priests at home a false priests servant bade him welcome step in the holy father with boughs a traitor servant curly cues of chords ruin them wreck their lives then build them cubicles to end their days in hushabye lullaby die dog little dog die the voice of warning told them the youth had entered a lonely hall told them how solemn fell his footsteps there told them the gloomy chamber the vested priest sitting to strive decent soul bit addled now thinks he'll win in answers poets picture puzzle we hand you crisp five pound note birds sitting hatching in a nest lay of the last minstrel he thought it was see blank T what domestic animal T dash R most courageous mariner good boys he has still no eunuch yet with all his belongings listen bloom listened Richie Golding listened and by the door deaf pat bald pat tipped pat listened chords harped slower the voice of penance and of grief came slow embellished tremulous bends contrite beard confessed in nominate in God's name he knelt he beat his hand upon his breast confessing mea culpa Latin again that holds them like bird lime priest with the communion corpus for those women chap in the mortuary coffin or coffee corpus nominate wonder where that rat is by now scrape tap they listened tankards and miss kennedy George Lidwell eyelid well expressive full busted satin curnen sigh the sighing voice of sorrow sang his sins since Easter he had cursed three times you bitches best and once at mass time he had gone to play once by the churchyard he had passed and for his mother's rest he had not prayed a boy a croppy boy bronze listening by the beer pool gazed far away soulfully doesn't have to know I'm dabb at seeing anyone looking bronze gazed far sideways mirror there is that best side of her face they always know knock at the door last tip to titivate cock cara cara what do they think when they hear music way to catch rattlesnakes night Michael gun gave us the box tuning up shot of Persia like that best remind him of home sweet home wiped his nose and curtain too custom his country perhaps that's music too not as bad as it sounds toodling brasses braying asses through up trunks double basses helpless gashes in their sides woodwinds mooing cows semi grand open crocodile music half jaws woodwind like Goodwin's name she looked fine her crocus dress she wore low cut belongings on show clove her breath was always in theater when she bent to ask a question told her what Spinoza says in that book of poor papas hypnotized listening eyes like that she bent chap in dress circle staring down into her with his opera glass for all he was worth beauty of music you must hear twice nature woman half a look God made the country man the tune met him pycosis philosophy oh rocks all gone all fallen at the siege of Ross his father at gory all his brothers fell to Wexford we are the boys of Wexford he would last of his name and race I too last of my race milli young student well my fault perhaps no son Rudy too late now or if not if still he bore no hate hate love those are names Rudy soon I am old big Ben his voice unfolded great voice Richie Goulding said a flush struggling in his pale to bloom soon old but when was young Ireland comes now my country above the king she listens who fears to speak of nineteen four time to be shoving looked enough bless me father dollar the croppy cry bless me and let me go tap bloom looked unblessed to go got up to kill on 18 Bob a week fellows shell out the dibs want to keep your weather I open those girls those lovely by the sad sea waves chorus girls romance letters read out for breach of promise from chickabiddy's own mum see mom palm laughter in court Henry I never signed it the lovely name you low sank the music air and words then hastened the false priest wrestling soldier from his cassock a yeoman captain they know it all by heart the thrill they itch for yeoman cap tap tap thrilled she listened bending in sympathy to hear blank face virgin should say or fingered only write something on it page if not what becomes of them decline despair keeps them young even admire themselves see play on her lip blow body of white woman a flute alive blow gentle loud three holes all women goddess I didn't see they want it not too much polite that's why he gets them gold in your pocket brass in your face say something make her here with look to look songs without words Molly that herdy-girty boy she knew he meant the monkey was sick or because so like the Spanish understand animals too that way Solomon did gift of nature ventriloquize my lips closed think in my stomach what will you I want you too with horse rude fury the yeoman cursed swelling apoplectic bitches bastard a good thought boy to come one hour is your time to live your last tap tap thrill now pity they feel to wipe away a tear for martyrs that want to dying to die for all things dying for all things born poor mrs. pure boy hope she's over because their wombs a liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes calmly hearing see real beauty of the eye when she not speaks on yonder river at each slow satiny heaving bosoms wave her heaving embon red rose rose slowly sank red rose heart beats her breath breath that is life and all the tiny tiny fern foils trembled of maiden hair but look the bright stars fade oh rose castile the mourn ha lidwell for him then not for infatuated I like that see her from here though popped corks splashes of beer froth stacks of empties on the smooth jutting beer pool laid Lydia hand plumply leave it to my hands all lost in pity for crappy to to fro over the polished knob she knows his eyes my eyes her eyes her thumb and finger past in pity past reposed and gently touching then slid so smoothly down a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring with a cock with a cara tap tap tap I hold this house amen he gnashed in fury traders swing the cords consented very sad thing but had to be get out before the end makes that was heavenly where's my hat pass by her can leave that freeman letter I have suppose she were the no walk walk walk like cashel boylow coilo tis dal moris tins dal feral walk well I must be I bloom step or I hide blue ow bloom stood up soap feeling rather sticky behind must have sweated music that lotion remember well so long high grade card inside yes by deaf pat in the doorway straining ear bloom past at Geneva barrack that young man died at passage was his body laid the lure oh he Dolores the voice of the mournful chanter called to Dolores prayer by rose by satiny bosom by the fondling hand by slops by empties by popped corks greeting and going past eyes and maiden hair bronze and faint gold in deep sea shadow soft bloom I feel so lonely bloom tap tap tap pray for him prayed the base of dollard you who hear in peace breathe a prayer drop a tear good men good people he was the croppy boy scaring eaves dropping boots croppy boots boy bloom in the Ormond hallway heard the growls of bravo fat back slapping their boots all treading boots not the boots the boy general chorus offer a swill to wash it down glad I avoided come on Ben Simon to Daelus cried by God you're as good as ever you were better said Tomkin Karenon most trenchant rendition of that ballad upon my soul and honor it is La Blanche said father Cowley Ben dollard bulkily chuched towards the bar mightily praise fed in all big rosy it on heavy flitted feet his gouty fingers knackering castignettes in the air big Ben a Ben dollard big Ben Ben big Ben Ben deep moved all Simon trumping compassion from fog horn nose all laughing they brought him forth Ben dollard in right good cheer you're looking Rubikand George Lidwell said Miss Deuce composed her rose to wait Ben Machry said Mr. Daelus clapping Ben's fat back shoulder blade fit as a fiddle only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person hers that of death Simon Ben dollard growled Richie rift in the loot alone sat Goulding callus Ward uncertainly he waited unpaid pat to tap tap tap tap Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankered one Mr. Dollar they murmured low murmur tankered tank one believed miss can when she that doll he was she doll the tank he murmured that he knew the name the name was familiar to him that is to say that was to say he had her the name of dollard was it dollard yes yes her lips said more loudly Mr. dollard he sang that song lovely murmured Mina Mr. dollard and the last rose of summer was a lovely song Mina loved that song tankered love the song that Mina to the last rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside gassy thing that cider binding to wait office near Ruben J's one and eight pence two get shut of it dodge round by Greek street wish I hadn't promised to meet freer in air music gets on your nerves beer pole her hand that rocks the cradle rules the Ben health that rules the world far far far far tap tap tap tap the key went Lionel Leopold naughty Henry with letter for matey with sweets of sin with frillies for Raul with met him pike hoses went pole Dion tap blind walked tapping by the tap the curb stone tapping tap by tap Cowley he stuns himself with it kind of drunkenness better give way only halfway the way of a man with a maid with a virgin's enthusiasts all ears not lose a demi semi quaver eyes shut head nodding in time dotty you derent budge thinking strictly prohibited always talking shop fiddle faddle about notes all a kind of attempt to talk unpleasant when it stops because you never know organ in Gardner street old glen 50 quid a year queer up there in the cock loft alone with stops and locks and keys seated all day at the organ mound her on for hours talking to himself or the other fellow blowing the bellows growl angry then shriek cursing want to have wadding or something in his no don't she cried then all of a soft sudden wee little wee little pipey wind wee a wee little wind piped ee in bloom's little wee was he Mr. Daedalus said returning with fetched pipe I was with him this morning at poor little patty dignums I the lord have mercy on him by the by there's a tuning fork in there on the tap tap tap the wife has a fine voice or had what Lidwell asked oh that must be the tuner Lydia said to Simon Lionel first I saw forgot it when he was here blind he was she told George Lidwell second I saw and played so exquisitely treat to hear exquisite contrast bronze lid mean a gold shout Ben Dollard shouted pouring sing out ill do cried father Cowley I feel I want tap tap tap tap tap very Mr. Daedalus said staring hard a headless sardine under the sandwich on a beer of bread one last one lonely last sardine of summer bloom alone very he stared the lower register for choice tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap bloom went by berries wish I could wait that wonder worker if I had 24 solicitors in that one house counted them litigation love one another piles of parchment pictures pick and pocket have power of attorney golding callous ward but for example the chap that wallops the big drum his vocation Mickey Rooney's band wonder how it first struck him sitting at home after pigs cheek and cabbage nursing it in the armchair rehearsing his band part palm pompadie jolly for the wife friends welcome through life then wallop after death palm wallop seems to be what you call yashmack or I mean kismet fate tap tap a stripling blind with a tapping cane came tap tap tapping by daily's window where a mermaid hair all streaming but he couldn't see made coolest whiff of all instruments a blade of grass shell of her hands then blow even comb and tissue paper you can knock a tune out of Molly in her shift in Lombard street west hair down I suppose each kind of trade made its own don't you see hunter with a horn ha have you the fish sonny la shepherd his pipe little wee policemen a whistle locks and keys sweep four o'clock souls well sleep all is lost now drum pompadie wait I know town crier bum bailiff long john wake in the dead little nominee it is music pompom very much what they call still you can hear as we march we march along march along I must really now if I did that at a banquet just a question of custom shah of Persia breath a prayer drop a tear all the same he must have it of a natural not to see it was a yeoman cap muffled up wonder who was that chap at the grave in the brown massan oh the whore of the lane a frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat a skew came lazily in the day along the key towards Mr. Bloom when first he saw that form endearing yes it is I feel so lonely wet night in the lane horn who had the hee-haw she saw off her beat here what is she hope she psst any chance of your wash new Molly had me decked stout lady does be with you in the brown costume put you off your stroke that appointment we made knowing we'd never well hardly ever too dear too near to home sweet home sees me does she looks a fright in the day face like dip damn her oh well she has to live like the rest look in here in Lionel Mark's antique sales shop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry flower earnestly Mr. Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodion oozing baggy blow bags bargain sick bob might learn to play cheap let her pass course everything is dear if you don't want it that's what good salesman is make you buy what he wants to sell chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with wanted to charge me for the edge she's passing now six bob must be the cider or perhaps the burgund near bronze from a near near gold from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all bright eyed and galant before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of summer rose of Castile first lid, day, cow, ker, doll, a fifth lid well, sigh to Daelus, bob Cowley cernan and big Ben dollard tap a youth entered a lonely Ormond hall bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Mark's window Robert Emmett's last words seven last words of mire beer that is true men like you men aye aye Ben will lift your glass with us they lifted a chink to chunk tip an unseeing stripling stood in the door he saw not bronze he saw not gold nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor sigh nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat he he he he he he did not see sea bloom greesa bloom viewed last words softly when my country takes her place among purr purr must be the burr footh burr nations of the earth no one behind she's past then and not till then tram cram cram cram cram cram good opper coming crandal cram cram I'm sure it's the burgund yes but it has to be riptn I have purr purr purr purr purr purr purr purr done end of section 22 recording by elizabeth morant all libre vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librevox.org recorded by Mthusila Ulysses Episode 12. Cyclops. Part One I was just passing the time of day with old Troy at a DMP at the corner of Arbor Hill there, and be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye. I turned around to let him have the weight of my tongue when who should I see dodging along Stoney-Batter only Joe Hines. Oh, Joe, says I. How are you blowing? Did you see that bloody chimney sweep near shove my eye out with his brush? Such luck! says Joe. Who's the old bollocks you were talking to? Old Troy, says I, was in the force. I'm on two minds not to give that fella in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders. What are you doing around these parts? says Joe. Devour a much, says I. There's a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the garrison church at the corner of Chicken Lane. Old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him, lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three Bob a week. Said he had a farm in the county down. Off a hop of my tum by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Hatesbury Street. Circumcised, says Joe. I, says I, a bit off the top. An old plumber named Garakhty. I'm hanging on to his toe now for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him. That delay you're on now, says Joe. I, says I, how are the mighty fallen. Collector of bad and doubtful debts. But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's walk. And a face on him. All pockmarks would hold a shower rain. Tell him, says he, I dare him, says he, and I double dare him to send you around here again. Or if he does, says he, I'll have him summoned up before the court, so I will, for trading without a licence. And he, after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst. Jesus! I had to laugh at a little Jewy getting his shirt out. He drink me my teas, he eat me my sugars, because he no pay me my monies. For non-perishable goods, bought of Moses Herzog, of Thirteen Saint Kevin's Parade in the city of Dublin, would Key Ward, merchant here and after called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E. Garakhty, Esquire of 29 Arbor Hill in the city of Dublin, iron Key Ward, gentlemen here and after called the purchaser. Vidalisit, five pounds Averdepoise of first choice tea at three shillings and no pence per pound Averdepoise, and three stoned Averdepoise of sugar crushed crystal at three pence per pound Averdepoise, the said purchaser debtor to the said vendor of one pound five shilling in six pence sterling for value received, which amount shall be paid by said purchaser to said vendor in weekly instalments every seven calendar days of three shillings and no pence sterling and the said non-perishable goods shall not be pond or pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser but shall be and remain and be held to be the sole and exclusive property of the said vendor to be disposed of at his goodwill and pleasure until the said amount shall have been duly paid by the said purchaser to the said vendor in the manner here in set fort as this day hereby agreed between the said vendor his heir successors trustees and assigns of the one part and a said purchaser his heir successors trustees and assigns of the other part are you a strict TT says Joe not taking anything between drinks says I what about paying our respects to our friend says Joe who says I sure he's out in John a god's office head poor man drinking his own stuff says Joe I says I whiskey and water on the brain come around to Barney Kiernan's says Joe I want to see the citizen Barney mavernins be it says I anything stranger wonderful Joe not a word says Joe I was up at that meeting in the city arms what was that Joe says I cattle traders says Joe about to foot and mouth disease I want to give the citizen the hard word about it so we went round by the linen hole barracks and the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it Jesus I couldn't get over that bloody foxy guarantee the daylight robber for trading without a license says he in Inish foiled affair there lies a land the land of Holy Mike and there rises a watchtower beheld of men afar their sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept warriors and princes of high renown a pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters fish full streams where sport the gurnard the place the roach the halibut the gibbed haddock the grills the dab the brill the flounder the pollock the mixed course fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated in the mild breezes of the west and of the east the lofty trees wave in different directions their first class foliage the wafty sycamore the lebanonian cedar the exalted plain tree the eugenic eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which that region is thoroughly well supplied lovely maiden sit in close proximity to the root of the lovely trees sing and the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots silvery fishes crans of herrings drafts of eels codlings creals of fingerlings purple sea gems and playful insects and heroes voyage from afar to woo them from eblana to sleeve margie the peerless princes of unfettered monster and of conuct the just and of smooth sleek lancetor and of cruinsland and of armad the splendid and the noble district of boil princes the sons of kings and there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen by mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for that purpose and thither come all herds and fatlings and first fruits of that land for a conal fit simon takes toledom a chieftain descended from chieftains thither the extremely large wanes bring foison of the fields flaskets of cauliflower floats of spinach pineapple chunks rangoon beans strikes at tomatoes drums of figs drills of swedes spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale york and savoy and trays of onions pearls of the earth and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetchers and beer and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomelated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries pulpy and pelourious and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes i dare him says he and i double dare him come out here garakty a notorious bloody hill and ale robber and by that way when the herds innumerable of bellwetters and flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and store sheep and kuffs prime springers and coals and saupigs and bacon hogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and angus heifers and polybollocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime pre-meated milch cows and beaves and there is ever heard a trembling cackling roaring lowing bleeding bellowing rumbling grunting chomping chewing of sheep and pigs and heavy hooved kind from pasturelands of lusk and rush and karak mines and from the streamy veils of thommand from the megalocities reeks the inaccessible and lordly shannon the unfathomable and from the gentle declivities of the place of the race of cure their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and renits of cheese and farmers ferkens and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds various in size the agate with this done so we turned into barney kiernan's and there sure enough owes the citizen up in the corner having a great confab with himself and at bloody mangy mongrel gary owen and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink there he is says i in his glory hole with his krusky lawn in his load of papers working for the cause the bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him would give you the creeps be a corporal work of mercy if someone would take the life of that bloody dog i'm told for a fact he ate a good part of the breeches off a constabulary man and sentry that came round one time with a blue paper about a license stand and deliver says he that's all right citizen says joe friends here pass friends says he then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he what's your opinion of the times doing the robbery in rory of the hill but we got joe is equal to the occasion i think the markets are on rise says he sliding his hand down his fork so we got the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says foreign wars is the cause of it and says joe sticking his thumb in his pocket it's the russians wish to tear an ice i give over you bloody coring joe says i have a thirst on me that i wouldn't sell for half a crown give it a name citizen says joe why not a country says he what's yours says joe ditto macanaspi says i three pints terry says joe and how's the old hard citizen says he never a better a harder says he what gally are we going to win eh and with that he took the bloody old tower by the scruff of the neck and by jesus he nearly throttled him the figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was that of a broad shouldered deep-chested strong-limbed frank-eyed red-haired freely freckled shaggy-bearded wide-mouthed large-nosed long-headed deep-voiced bare-need brawny-handed hairy-legged rory-faced sinewy-armed hero from shoulder to shoulder he measured several elves and his rock-like mountainous knees were covered as was likewise the rest of his body were ever visible with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse ulexuropius the wide-winged nostrils from which bristles of the same tawny hue projected were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the field lark might easily have lodged her nest the eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a good-sized cauliflower a powerful current of worn breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hail reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble he wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxide reach into the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of plated straw and rushes beneath this he wore trues of deerskin roughly stitched with gut his nether extremities were encased in high balbrigan buskins dyed in lichen purple defeat being shot with brogues of salted cow hide laced with the windpipe of the same beast from his girdle hung a row of sea stones which jangled at every movement of his portentious frame and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of many irish heroes and heroines of antiquity who call in con of hundred battles noil of nine hostages brine of king kora the artery malachi art mcmurray Shane o'neill father john murphy owen raw patrick sarsfield red hue o'donnell red jim mcdermott sogerth owen o'growney michael dweyer francy higgins henry joe mccracken goliath hoarse wheatley thomas keneff peg woofington the village black smith captain moonlight captain boycott dante allegary christopher columbus s versa s brennan marshall mcman charlemagne tia bold wolf tone the mother of maccabees the last of the mehicans that rose the castile the man for golway the man that broke the bank at montecarlo the man in the gap the woman who didn't benjamin franklin napoleon bonaparte john l sullivan cleopatra savernin dealish julius caesar paraclesis sir thomas lipton william tell michael angelo haze mochamed the bride of lammermore peter the hermit peter the packer dark rosaline patrick w shakespeare brian confucius mirtag guttenberg patricio velezquez captain nemo tristan annisalda the first prince of wales thomas cookinson the bold soldier boy aradapogue dick turpin ludwig bethoven the calling bon wadler healy angus the kuldee dolly mont sydney parade ben hauth valentine great ricks adamon eve arthor wellesley boss crocker herodotus jack the giant killer gautama buda lady godiva the lily of killarney baller of the evil eye the queen of sheba ackee nagel joe nagel alessandra volta germaya odonovan rosa don filip o sullivan baird a couched spear of accumulated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose statorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber a supposition confirmed by horse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time with tranquilizing blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone so anyhow terry brought the three pints joe was standing and big gob the sight nearly left my eyes when i saw him land out a quid oh it's true as i'm telling you a good-looking sovereign and there's more where that came from says he were you robbing the poor box joe says i sweat on my brows says joe twas the prudent member gave me to ease i saw him before i met you says i sloping around by pill lane in greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish who comes through micah's land bedite in sable armor oh bloom the son of rory it is he impervious to fear his rory son he of the prudent soul for the old woman of princes street says the citizen the subsidized organ the pledge bound party on the florida house and look at this blasted rag says he look at this says he the irish independent if you please founded by pornell to be the working man's friend listen to the births and deaths in the irish all for ireland independent and i'll thank you and the marriages and he starts reading them out gordon barnfield crescent exeter redmayne ify satans on c the wife of william t redmayne of the son how's that a right and flint vincent and jillett to rota mary and daughter of rosa and the late george alford jillett 179 clapham road stockwell playwood and ridsdale at st jude's kensington by the very reverend dr forest dean of wuster a deaths bristol at white hall lane london car stoke newinton of gastritis and heart disease cockburn at the moat house cheap store i know that fellow says joe from bitter experience cockburn dimsey wife of david dimsey later the admiralty miller totnam aged 85 welsh june 12 at 35 canning street liverpool isabella helen how's that for a national press eh my brown son how's that for martin murphy the bantry jobber oh well says joe handing around the booze thanks be to god they had the start of us drink that citizen i will say he honorable person health joe says i and all down the form ah oh don't be talking i was blue moldy for to want to that point declared a god i could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click and law as they quaffed their cup of joy a godlike messenger came swiftly in radiant as the eye of heaven a comely youth and behind him they're past an elder of noble gait and countenance bearing the sacred scrolls of law and with him his lady wife a dame of peerless lineage fairest of her race little alph bergen popped in around the door and hid behind bernie snug squeezed up with the laugh and and who was sitting up there in the corner i hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world only bob doran i didn't know what was up and alph kept making signs out the door and big gobb what was it only that bloody old pantalon denis brine in his bath slippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife hot foot after him unfortunate wretched woman trotting like a poodle i thought alph would split look at him says he brine he's traipsing all around doubling with a postcard someone sent him with up on it to take a look and he doubled up take a walk says i libel action says he for ten thousand pounds oh hell says i the bloody mongrel began to growl that had put the fear of god in your sea and something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs by i do tossed says he oh says joe brine says alph he was in john henry mentons and then he went round to collins and wards and then tom rochford met him and sent him round to the subservice fellow lark oh god i have a pain laughing up the long fellow gave manai as good as a process and now the bloody old lunatic has gone round to green street to look for a g-man when he's long john going to hang that fella in mount joy says joe bergen said bob doran waking up is that half bergen yes says alph hanging wait till i show you here terry give us a pony that bloody old fool ten thousand pounds you should have seen long john's eye you pee and he started laughing who are you laughing at says bob doran is that bergen hurry up terry boy says alph terrence orion heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup full of the foamy ebb and ale which the noble twin brothers bung iva and bung gardelon brew ever in their divine ale vats cunning as the sons of deathless leader for they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix their with sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil those cunning brothers lords of the vat then did you chivalrous terrence hand forth as to the manor born that nectris beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that thirsted the soul of chivalry in beauty akin to the immortals but he the young chief of the aburgans could ill brook to be outdone in generous deeds but gave therefore with gracious gesture a testoon of costly as bronze there on embossed in excellent smith work was seen the image of a queen of regal port scion of the house of brunswick victoria her name her most excellent majesty by grace of god of the united kingdom of great britain and ireland and of the british dominions beyond the sea queen defender of the faith empress of india even she who bore rule a victress over many peoples the well beloved for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down thereof the pale the dark the ruddy and the ethiop what's that bloody free mason doing says the citizen prowling up and down outside what's that says joe here you are says elf chucking out the rhino talking about hanging i'll show you something you never saw hangman's letters look at here so he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket are you cotton says i what is the engine says alph read them so joe took up the letters who are you laughing at says bob doran so i saw there was going to be a bit of a dust bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says i just to make talk how's will he marry those times alph i don't know says alph i saw him just now on capel street with paddy dignum only i was running after that you were says joe throwing down the letters we're who we're dignum says alph is it paddy so joe yeah says alph why don't you know he's dead says joe paddy dignum dead says alph i says joe sure him after seeing him not five minutes ago says alph as playing as a pike staff who's dead says bob doran you saw his ghost then says joe god between us and harm what says alph god christ only five what and will he marry with him the two of them they're near what do you call them's what dignum dead what about dignum says bob doran who's talking about dead says alph he's no more dead than you are maybe so says joe they took the liberty of burying him this morning anyhow paddy says alph i says joe he paid the debt of nature god be merciful to him good christ says alph be god he was what you might call flabbergasted end of section 23 recorded by methuselah