¡¶A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man¡·


 Chapter 1

    Once upon a time and a very good time it   a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo

    old  story:  hrough a glass: he had a hairy face.

    uckoo. tty Byrne lived: st.

    O, the wild rose blossoms

    On ttle green place.

    song. t was his song.

    O, th.

    t it is  gets cold.  on t. t he queer smell.

    o dance. he danced:

    tralala lala,

    tralala tralaladdy,

    tralala lala,

    tralala lala.

    Uncle Ce clapped. t uncle Ce.

    Dante  and t back e gave ime  issue paper.

    t fato marry Eileen. able. her said:

    -- O, Stephen will apologize.

    Dante said:

    -- O, if not, t his eyes.--

    Pull out his eyes,

    Apologize,

    Apologize,

    Pull out his eyes.

    Apologize,

    Pull out his eyes,

    Pull out his eyes,

    Apologize.

    ting and ts urged trong cries. ter every cballers t.  on t of sig, out of t, feigning to run no ery. Rody Kick like t: ain of the fellows said.

    Rody Kick fello Nasty Rocink. Rody Kickory. Nasty Roc. And one day be had asked:

    --  is your name?

    Stepephen Dedalus.

    ty Roche had said:

    --  kind of a name is t?

    And o ansy Roche had asked:

    --  is your father?

    Stephen had answered:

    -- A gentleman.

    ty Roche had asked:

    -- Is rate?

    about from point to point on ttle runs no  s of ed grey suit. t  round . And belt o give a fello. One day a felloo Cantwell:

    -- Id give you suc in a second.

    Cantwell had answered:

    -- Go and figc. Id like to see you. oe in the rump for yourself.

    t  a nice expression. old  to speak  day in tle  to see t so cry. S s so nice o e o ever o peac tle tor ane fluttering in t. to heir hands:

    -- Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye!

    -- Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye!

    in ts, bent doo look truggling and groaning and tamping. tons yellos dodged out ts and legs ran after. er ttle opped. It o run on. Soon ter supper in tudy ed up inside y-seven to seventy-six.

    It ter to be in tudy  t ts in tle. on Ro t time under to tle tler bread t ty ate. It o see ts in tle. It er Abbey . And tences in Doctor Cornry but tences to learn the spelling from.

    olsey died in Leicester Abbey

    s buried him.

    Canker is a disease of plan is,

    Cancer one of animals.

    It o lie on tences. er next  o so tc sle snuff box for ellss seasoned nut, ty. er  jump into tting at te ing for Brigid to bring in tea. S on t and te kne of taug  river in America and  mountain in te because  but bot Dante  noise after dinner and t up o  was burn.

    A voice cried far out on the playground:

    -- All in!

    third lines:

    -- All in! All in!

    t among to go in. Rody Kicks greasy lace. A fello one last: but  even ansold  to because t urned to Simon Moonan and said:

    -- e all know why you speak. You are McGlades suck.

    Suck  name because Simon Moonan used to tie ts false sleeves be used to let on to be angry. But tory of tel and opper up by ter and ty er  do : suck. Only louder.

    to remember t and te look of tory made . t you turned and er came out: cold and .  cold and ttle : and ed on t hing.

    And too. It tis soon t and in burning it made a ligtle song. Alopped talking in t.

    It e a hen said:

    -- Noer!

    Stepried , but too  confused. ttle silk badge e rose on it t  of  began to flutter.  sums, but ried  so t York mig lose. Fat  in a wax: on cracked  his copybook and said:

    -- Riger! the red rose wins. Come on now, York! Forge ahead!

    Jack Lale silk badge  looked very ricop on. Step oo, ts about  place in elements, Jack La t and some . e silk badge fluttered and fluttered as  t sum and  e cool.   be  felt so cool.  get out t it did not matter. e roses and red roses: tiful colours to t place and second place and tiful colours too: pink and cream and lavender. Lavender and cream and pink roses iful to t be like t ttle green place. But you could not  perhe world you could.

    to file out of toory.  looking at ts of butter on e but could not eat tableclot  ea e apron, poured into oo or y Roc t tins. t drink tea; t it es, the fellows said.

    All to range. t cloto be at  : and so udy and prayers to be over and to be in bed.

    tea and Fleming said:

    -- s up? s up h you?

    -- I dont knoephen said.

    -- Sick in your breadbasket, Fleming said, because your face looks  will go away.

    -- O yes, Stephen said.

    But  sick t t  if you could be sick in t place. Fleming  to ask ed to cry. able and s and opened tory every time  made a roar like a train at nig off like a train going into a tunnel. t nig Dalkey train  and t  into tunnel, topped. rain  on, roaring and topping; roaring again, stopping. It o  roar and stop and t of tunnel again and top.

    to come doting in tory, Paddy Rato smoke cigars and ttle Portuguese ables of t way of walking.

    in a corner of tending to c ttle song of t  tting elling t tullabeg.

    t ao Stephen and said:

    -- tell us, Dedalus, do you kiss your moto bed?

    Stephen answered:

    -- I do.

    ells turned to ther fellows and said:

    -- O, I say,  before o bed.

    topped turned round, laugepheir eyes and said:

    -- I do not.

    ells said:

    -- O, I say,  kiss o bed.

    tepried to laug  and confused in a moment.   anso tion? ill ells laug ells must kno anso t  dare to raise o ellss face.  like ellss face. It c sle snuff box for ellss seasoned nut, ty. It o do; all t o the scum.

    tcudy and t of t taircase inside ill tried to t  ans rigo kiss o kiss  did t mean, to kiss? You put your face up like t to say good nig  o kiss.   and tted iny little noise: kiss.  wo faces?

    Sitting in tudy ed up inside from seventy-seven to seventy-six. But tmas vacation  one time it h moved round always.

    ture of t page of  during free study   back for Parnell and t back for Mict. But  told Fleming to colour t himself.

    o study t  learn till t places t  names. t countries and tries inents and tinents he universe.

    urned to t ten there: himself, his name and where he was.

    Stephen Dedalus

    Class of Elements

    Clongowes ood College

    Sallins

    County Kildare

    Ireland

    Europe

    the orld

    the Universe

    t en on te page:

    Stephen Dedalus is my name,

    Ireland is my nation.

    Clongowes is my dwellingplace

    And ation.

    t poetry. ttom to top till o  er the universe?

    Not o s stopped before thing place began?

    It could not be a  t o t everyt. ried to t a big t t must be; but  as ep oo; and  once t it , t names for God in all t languages in tood  languages, still God remained alhe same God and Gods real name was God.

    It made ired to t  made urned over t t, to be for te  back off t old  Parnell . t ics. t: Dante .

    It pained   knoics meant and t  knos and tudied trigonometry. t  came tion and t term and tion again and term and tion. It rain going in and out of tunnels and t ing in tory ion; tunnel, out; noise, stop.   ter to go to bed to sleep. Only prayers in t er ts got a bit . First to get into. o t. But t  and t o be tired.  prayers and ted to ya es.  a s, ill   tle and still ed to yawn.

    t prayers and  of tudy er taircase and along to t and t. Soon all  air in t nig: but it  nig  ttle o make punch.

    t of the responses:

    O LOrd open our lips

    And our mouthy praise.

    Incline unto our aid, O God!

    O Lord make e to help us!

    t smell in t it  like ts  t Sunday mass. t urf and corduroy. But ts. ttle cottages tanding at ttage  from Sallins. It o sleep for one nig cottage before turf, in t by ts, air and rain and turf and corduroy. But O, trees  in t made o t was.

    of t prayers.  too against tside under trees.

    Visit, ion and drive

    a all thy holy

    angels dhy

    blessings be al our Lord.

    Amen.

    rembled as ory. old o o undress and t  not go to ockings off and put on s quickly and knelt trembling at ed  t his shoulders shaking as he murmured:

    God bless my fato me!

    God bless my little broters and spare

    to me!

    God bless Dante and Uncle Co me!

    o bed and, tucking ts under , curled ogete ss, srembling. But  go to op. A voice bade tory good nig for an instant over t and saains round and before  s  ly.

    ts s ao  t true about t  nig  of a murderer. A long srance le. Old servants in old dress aircase. It s . t till dark. A figure came up taircase from te cloak of a marsrange; o  of strange eyes at ts. t ers face and cloak and kne  only t air. ter tlefield of Prague far aanding on to range and e cloak of a marshal.

    O range it o t! All trange. trange faces t eyes like carriage-lamps. ts of murderers, ttlefields far a did to say t trange?

    Visit, ion and drive a all

    Going  old ting up on try morning outside tle. tor!

    hurray! hurray! hurray!

    t try roads. ted o Bodenstoer cer c ood at tood ry air: try air and turf smouldering and corduroy.

    train rain  to and fro opening, closing, locking, unlocking tles and their keys made a quick music: click, click: click, click.

    And train raced on over t lands and past telegraprain  on and on. It kneerns in traits on tmas.

    Lovely

    All tep rigrate. elcome ephen!

    Noises

    tain-rings running back along ter being splasory: a noise of clapping of   up and doelling to look s sains draossed beds.  and .

    up and sat on tried to pull on ocking. It  was queer and cold.

    Fleming said:

    -- Are you not well?

    know; and Fleming said:

    -- Get back into bed. Ill tell McGlade youre not well.

    -- hes sick.

    -- ho is?

    -- tell McGlade.

    -- Get back into bed.

    -- Is he sick?

    A felloo  and climbed back into t bed.

    s, glad of tepid glo  o do, to so tc his bed said:

    -- Dedalus, dont spy on us, sure you ?

    ellss face  it and sa ells was afraid.

    -- I didnt mean to. Sure you ?

    old ever o peac glad.

    ells said:

    -- I didnt mean to, . It was only for cod. Im sorry.

    t a s and cancer one of animals: or anot. t ime ago t on t, creeping from point to point on t. Leicester Abbey lit up. olsey died ts buried hemselves.

    It  ellss face, it s.  foxing. No, no:  foxing. And  ts   ts cold damp   felt, slimy and damp and cold. Every rat o look out of. Sleek slimy coats, little little feet tucked up to jump, black slimy eyes to look out of. tand o jump. But ts could not understand trigonometry. s dried things.

    t   o get up, t Fater o get up and dress and go to t said:

    -- e must pack off to Brothe collywobbles!

    to say t. t o make   laug o laugh by himself.

    t cried:

    -- Quick marc! Stra!

    t togetaircase and along t turf-coloured boger, t air, towels, like medicine.

    Brotanding at t on  came a smell like medicine. t came from ttles on t spoke to Brot sir.

    oo t you could not call  kind of look. as   catchers?

    t in :

    -- s young Dedalus! s up?

    -- ther Michael said.

    of tepo bring tered toast.

    -- Ah, do! he said.

    -- Butter you up! said Brot your or comes.

    -- ill I? t .

    Broted:

    -- Youll get your ell you.

    doo rake tram t of third of grammar.

    t aer a urned in tohe wall and fell asleep.

    t ten o tell  it s to go o tell te a letter for t to bring.

    Dear Mother,

    I am sick. I  to go ake me he infirmary.

    Your fond son,

    Stephen

    outside t t die before old  le  too  no fello or all yelloar and round tafalque. And t of ttle graveyard of ty off t oll slowly.

    olling. o  Brigid aught him.

    Dingdong! tle bell!

    Fareher!

    Bury me in the old churchyard

    Beside my eldest brother.

    My coffin shall be black,

    Six angels at my back,

    to sing and to pray

    And to carry my soul away.

    iful and sad t remor passed over iful! ed to cry quietly but not for iful and sad, like music. the bell! Farewell! O farewell!

    t anding at ea.  and dry.  as if here.

    t of told o be sure and come back and tell old Step   a lot of race  ip to Brotime ed it because Brot and alold  of t every day up in tle. ts, ss, and politics.

    -- No is all about politics in talk about t too?

    -- Yes, Stephen said.

    -- Mine too, he said.

    t for a moment and said:

    -- You oo, Atoin.

    then he asked:

    -- Are you good at riddles?

    Stephen answered:

    -- Not very good.

    then he said:

    -- Can you ansy of Kildare like the leg of a fellows breeches?

    Step hen said:

    -- I give it up.

    -- Because t, oy Kildare and a thigh.

    -- Oephen said.

    -- ts an old riddle, he said.

    After a moment he said:

    -- I say!

    -- ? asked Stephen.

    -- You knoher way.

    -- Can you? said Stephen.

    -- to ask it?

    -- No, said Stephen.

    -- Can you not ther way? he said.

    Stephe pillow and said:

    -- t I  tell you  is.

    tell it?  t be a magistrate too like Saurins faty Roc of  sorry for   a magistrate like t to t place  old  ranger ted an address to tor ty years before. You could kno time by t seemed to ime: and  ime tons and yellocoats and caps of rabbitskin and drank beer like gro greyo course th.

    t t  over t be doing t of the book.

    It  t given  back inking stuff to drink ter no ting better slo a book t  and pictures of strange looking cities and s made you feel so happy.

    t t   alking among they rose and fell.

    . A tiny lig tering: and itude of people gaters edge to see t ering tall man stood on t to dark land: and by t at ther Michael.

    oers:

    -- afalque. A  up from the people.

    -- Parnell! Parnell! he is dead!

    their knees, moaning in sorrow.

    And e in a maroon velvet dress and  mantle ly past t by ters edge.

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    A great fire, banked e and under table tle late and still dinner  ready: but it o open and for ts to come in, al covers.

    All ing: uncle C far ae and Mr Casey,  eiteped on a c resting on toasted boss. Mr Dedalus looked at elpiece,  acing tails, stood o till from time to time -tail to  one of aco one side and, smiling, tapped tepoo for  it  true t Mr Casey . o to make ried to open Mr Caseys o see if t t be straig: and Mr Casey old   t for Queen Victoria. Mr Casey tapped t Stepo him:

    -- Yes. ell nos all rig oday. Ay, bedad.

    urned to Dante and said:

    -- You didnt stir out at all, Mrs Riordan?

    Dante frowned and said sly:

    -- No.

    Mr Dedalus dropped -tails and  over to t fort stone jar of o see tle of to ttle er and came back o the fireplace.

    -- A t to ite.

    Mr Casey took t near elpiece. then he said:

    -- ell, I cant opuring.

    o a fit of laughter and coughing and added:

    -- manufacturing t chose fellows.

    Mr Dedalus laughed loudly.

    -- Is it Cy? s on han in a pack of jack foxes.

    o speak el keeper.

    -- And  mouto you, dont you knoery about the dewlaps, God bless him.

    Mr Casey ill struggling t of couger. Stepel keeper thers face and voice, laughed.

    Mr Dedalus put up aring do ly and kindly:

    --  are you laug, you little puppy, you?

    ts entered and placed table. Mrs Dedalus follohe places were arranged.

    -- Sit over, she said.

    Mr Dedalus  to table and said:

    -- No over. Jo you down, my y.

    o w and said:

    -- Noing for you.

    aken ts :

    -- Noephen.

    Stepood up in o say the grace before meals:

    Bless us, O Lord, and ts whrough

    ty  to receive t our

    Lord. Amen.

    All blessed ted from tening drops.

    Step turkey cable.   in Dunns of DOlier Street and t t often at tbone to s was: and he mans voice when he had said:

    -- take t one, sir. ts the real Ally Daly.

    t in Clongourkey? But Clongourkey and es and dis fire udded  and a little green flag flying from top.

    It le broters en ed, till ton jacket made  morning  was because oo.

    Mr Dedalus covered to eat hen he said:

    -- Poor old Cy, h roguery.

    -- Simon, said Mrs Dedalus, you  given Mrs Riordan any sauce.

    Mr Dedalus seized t.

    --  I? y te covered e h her hands and said:

    -- No, thanks.

    Mr Dedalus turned to uncle Charles.

    -- how are you off, sir?

    -- Righe mail, Simon.

    -- You, John?

    -- Im all right. Go on yourself.

    -- Mary? epo make your hair curl.

    epe and set t again on table. t tender. Uncle C speak because   it was.

    -- t o t? said Mr Dedalus.

    -- I didnt t much in him, said Mr Casey.

    -- Ill pay your dues, faturning to a polling-booth.

    -- A nice anse, for any man calling o give to .

    -- to blame, said Mr Dedalus suavely. If took a fools advice ttention to religion.

    -- It is religion, Dante said. ty in he people.

    -- e go to ty to pray to our Maker and not to ion addresses.

    -- It is religion, Dante said again. t. t direct their flocks.

    -- And preacics from tar, is it? asked Mr Dedalus.

    -- Certainly, said Dante. It is a question of public morality. A priest  be a priest if  tell  is rig is wrong.

    Mrs Dedalus laid down her knife and fork, saying:

    -- For pity sake and for pity sake let us ical discussion on the year.

    -- Quite rigs quite enoug another word now.

    -- Yes, yes, said Mr Dedalus quickly.

    he dish boldly and said:

    -- Nourkey?

    Nobody anse said:

    -- Nice language for any cato use!

    -- Mrs Riordan, I appeal to you, said Mrs Dedalus, to let tter drop now.

    Dante turned on her and said:

    -- And am I to sit en to tors of my ced?

    -- Nobody is saying a  t meddle in politics.

    -- ts of Ireland e, and t be obeyed.

    -- Let tics alone, said Mr Casey, or their church alone.

    -- You e, turning to Mrs Dedalus.

    -- Mr Casey! Simon! said Mrs Dedalus, let it end now.

    -- too bad! too bad! said uncle Charles.

    -- ? cried Mr Dedalus. ere o desert  the English people?

    -- o lead, said Dante. he was a public sinner.

    -- e are all sinners and black sinners, said Mr Casey coldly.

    -- oe be to t ter for  a millstone ied about   into t  little ones. t is t.

    -- And very bad language if you ask me, said Mr Dedalus coolly.

    -- Simon! Simon! said uncle Che boy.

    -- Yes, yes, said Mr Dedalus. I meant about t ter. ell nos all rigepe, old c away now. here.

    epe and served uncle Co large pieces of turkey and splasing little and Dante sat ed  the dish and said:

    -- tasty bit leman.

    it on e, saying:

    -- ell, you cant say but you ter eat it myself because Im not well in my ely.

    Stepo eat again.

    te. then he said:

    -- ell no up fine after all. ty of strangers dooo.

    Nobody spoke. he said again:

    -- I trangers do Cmas.

    t toes and, receiving no reply, ed for a moment and said bitterly:

    -- ell, my Cmas dinner has been spoiled anyhow.

    -- te said, in a  for tors of the church.

    Mr Dedalus te.

    -- Respect!  for Billy ub of guts up in Armag!

    -- Princes of th slow scorn.

    -- Lord Leitrims coachman, yes, said Mr Dedalus.

    -- ted, Dante said. to try.

    -- tub of guts, said Mr Dedalus coarsely.  fellow lapping up ers day. O Johnny!

    ed ures into a grimace of iality and made a lapping noise h his lips.

    -- Really, Simon, you s speak t eps not right.

    -- O, e ly - t God and religion and priests in his own home.

    -- Let oo, cried Mr Casey to able, ts and ts paoo when he grows up.

    -- Sons of bitcurned on o betray s in a se! By C, t!

    -- tly, cried Dante. ts. o them!

    -- ell, it is perfectly dreadful to say t not even for one day in tes!

    Uncle Charles raised his hands mildly and said:

    -- Come no ever t temper and t is too bad surely.

    Mrs Dedalus spoke to Dante in a lo Dante said loudly:

    -- I  say not is insulted and spit on by renegade catholics.

    Mr Casey puse rudely into table and, resting o :

    -- tell me, did I tell you t story about a very famous spit?

    -- You did not, John, said Mr Dedalus.

    --  is a most instructive story. It  long ago in ty icklow where we are now.

    urning toe, said  indignation:

    -- And I may tell you, maam, t I, if you mean me, am no renegade cath.

    -- to you noe said, to speak as you do.

    -- tory, Jo us ory anyhow.

    -- Cated Dante ironically. t protestant in t speak this evening.

    Mr Dedalus began to sry singer.

    -- I am no protestant, I tell you again, said Mr Casey, flushing.

    Mr Dedalus, still crooning and sing nasal tone:

    O, come all you Roman catholics

    t never  to mass.

    ook up  to eating, saying to Mr Casey:

    -- Let us ory, Jo .

    Stepion at Mr Caseys face able over o sit near  t  o listen to. But s? Because Dante must be rig  s s of t in t trinkets and t made  Parnell. And s like o play estant and o play estants and testants used to make fun of tany of too say, oers, t at they had heard.

    Eileen e ig s e and t. t  ower of Ivory.

    -- tory is very s and s, Mr Casey said. It ter day, not long before the chief died. May God have mercy on him!

    ook a bone from e and tore some meat from it eeth, saying:

    -- Before he was killed, you mean.

    Mr Casey opened  on:

    -- It  a meeting and after ting o tation t paid all tention to me. S dancing along beside me in to my face: Priest-er! tty OShea!

    -- And w did you do, John? asked Mr Dedalus.

    -- I let  o keep up my  I ullamore in my mout say a obacco juice.

    -- ell, John?

    -- ell. I let o s content, Kitty OS of it till at last s lady a name t I  sully tmas board nor your ears, maam, nor my oing.

    ing he bone, asked:

    -- And w did you do, John?

    -- Do! said Mr Casey. Suck  me  doo o .

    urned aside and made t of spitting.

    -- Po , rigo her eye.

    o his eye and gave a hoarse scream of pain.

    -- O Jesus, Mary and Joseph! says she. Im blinded! Im blinded and drownded!

    opped in a fit of couger, repeating:

    -- Im blinded entirely.

    Mr Dedalus laugo and fro.

    Dante looked terribly angry and repeated whey laughed:

    -- Very nice! ha! Very nice!

    It  nice about t in the womans eye.

    But ty OS Mr Casey  repeat?  of Mr Casey te. t ood in talking in a lo trap of  nig gone to Dublin by train but a car o t teely road.

    e too for one nig t a gentleman on taken off  he end.

    Mr Dedalus gave a snort of contempt.

    -- A is true for tunate priest-ridden race and alill ter.

    Uncle Charles shook his head, saying:

    -- A bad business! A bad business!

    Mr Dedalus repeated:

    -- A priest-ridden Godforsaken race!

    ed to trait of o .

    -- Do you see t old co deateboy. But  our clerical friends, t  one of t  under his mahogany.

    Dante broke in angrily:

    -- If -ridden race ! touc, says C, for the apple of My eye.

    -- And can  love our country t to follo o lead us?

    -- A traitor to ry! replied Dante. A traitor, an adulterer! ts rue friends of Ireland.

    -- ere th? said Mr Casey.

    on table and, froruded one finger after another.

    -- Didnt tray us in time of ted an address of loyalty to t ts sell tions of try in 1829 in return for cation? Didnt t from t and in t terence Bellew MacManus?

    ep to tered a guffaw of coarse scorn.

    -- O, by God,  little old Paul Cullen! Another apple of Gods eye!

    Dante bent across table and cried to Mr Casey:

    -- Rig! t! God and morality and religion come first.

    Mrs Dedalus, seeing ement, said to her:

    -- Mrs Riordan, dont excite yourself anshem.

    -- God and religion before everyte cried. God and religion before the world.

    Mr Casey raised  and broug doable h a crash.

    -- Very ed  comes to t, no God for Ireland!

    -- Jo by t sleeve.

    Dante stared across table, ruggled up from  across table towards earing aside a cobweb.

    -- No God for Ireland! oo much God!

    -- Blaspe, starting to  and almost spitting in his face.

    Uncle Co alking to ared before  of ing:

    -- Ah God, I say!

    Dante sly aside and left table, upsetting  and came to rest against t of an easy-co te turned round violently and sed doh rage:

    -- Devil out of o death! Fiend!

    the door slammed behind her.

    Mr Casey, freeing h a sob of pain.

    -- Poor Parnell! he cried loudly. My dead king!

    terly.

    Steperror-stricken face, sa ears.

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    talked togettle groups.

    One fellow said:

    -- t near the hill of Lyons.

    --  them?

    -- Mr Gleeson and ter. the same fellow added:

    -- A felloold me.

    Fleming asked:

    -- But well us?

    -- I knoors room.

    -- ?

    -- Kick s.

    -- But t ealing. ?

    -- A fat lot you kno it, t.

    -- tell us why.

    -- I old not to, ells said.

    -- O, go on, ells, all said. You migell us. e  let it out.

    Step forly:

    -- You knoar y?

    -- Yes.

    -- ell, t and it  s o know.

    And t said:

    -- Yes, ts he higher line.

    t. Stepood among to speak, listening. A faint sickness of a sacristy. tly folded. It  t still you o speak under your breat bearer, to ttle altar in trange and   lifted by to keep ting. t  gently and ed ood  t to tor and tor  a spoonful of incense in it and it he red coals.

    talking togettle groups o o  er  of second of grammar. ly on tacles  of to h.

    t  grey sky so  tball grounds for cricket  Barnes  ers and lobs. And from  bats t grey air. ttle drops of er in a fountain slohe brimming bowl.

    At, said quietly:

    -- You are all wrong.

    All turned towards him eagerly.

    -- hy?

    -- Do you know?

    -- old you?

    -- tell us, Athy.

    Ated across to wone before him.

    -- Ask him, he said.

    then said:

    -- hy him?

    -- Is ?

    Athy lowered his voice and said:

    -- Do you knoell you but you must not let on you know.

    -- tell us, At if you know.

    and teriously:

    -- t usker Boyle in t.

    t him and asked:

    -- Caught?

    --  doing?

    Athy said:

    -- Smugging.

    All t: and Athy said:

    -- And ts why.

    Step t ted to ask somebody about it.  did t mean about t of t? It  tball fifteen o  in tory   of tc tive Rangers; and t like a red and green apple only it opened and it s. And one day Boyle  art elep uskers instead of tusks and t  some fellows called  hem.

    Eileen e oo because s. t o protestants could not understand it and made fun of it. One day ood beside o tel grounds. A er rail of bunting on taff and a fox terrier o and fro on t o  s o reamed out beohem.

    But ed to do somet e and er trickled all day out of tiny pinale er ts the drawing:

    Balbus was building a wall.

    Some fello  it  tten in backiful ing:

    Julius Caesar e the Calico Belly.

    Per  all t . It  a cod because to feel afraid.

    At last Fleming said:

    -- And o be punis other fellows did?

    -- I  come back, see if I do, Cecil tory and sending us up for six and eige.

    -- Yes, said ells. And old Barrett ing te so t you cant open it and fold it again to see o get. I  come back too.

    Yes, said Cecil t of studies his morning.

    -- Let us get up a rebellion, Fleming said. ill we?

    All t. t and you could  bats but more slohan before: pick, pock.

    ells asked:

    --  is going to be done to them?

    -- Simon Moonan and tusker are going to be flogged, At their choice of flogging or being expelled.

    -- And .

    -- All are taking expulsion except Corrigan, Ato be flogged by Mr Gleeson.

    -- I knoer a bit but a fello  of it. Besides Gleeson  flog him hard.

    -- Its best of  to, Fleming said.

    -- I  like to be Simon Moonan and tusker Cecil t I dont believe t up for twice nine.

    -- No, no, said At it on tal spot. ells rubbed himself and said in a crying voice:

    -- Please, sir, let me off!

    Aturned up t, saying:

    It cant be helped;

    It must be done.

    So doh your breeches

    And out h your bum.

    t  t ttle afraid. In t grey air  bats from  o  if you  made a sound too but not like t. t  kinds of sounds. A long tling sound and   pain like. It made o t and cold: and oo. But o laug in it? It made  t  like a s dorousers. It o let ter or t it t way?

    Ato s Mr Gleeson e s and fattise ed. Peroo like Lady Boyle. But terribly long and pointed nails. So long and cruel te fattis cruel but gentle. And trembled  to tling sound of t at t  pleasure inside o te fattisrong and gentle. And  of  Mr Gleeson  flog Corrigan  because it  of  to. But t  why

    A voice from far out on the playground cried:

    -- All in!

    And other voices cried:

    -- All in! All in!

    During ting lesson  ening to t to and fro making little signs in red pencil and sometimes sitting beside to so ried to spell out t it   of t prudence is like a s. But tters  igaring out of t eye t  tal.

    But Mr  and never got into a ers got into dreadful   tar  of ty and t it  olen a monstrance to run a some errible sin, to go in tly at nigo open teal to ar in t benediction  bot part by  God  in it of course . But still it range and a great sin even to touc.  of it errible and strange sin: it to t in tly. But to drink tar  of t by too: but it  terrible and strange. It only made you feel a little sickis of t   out ongue a little: and o give  a faint ors breater tiful:  made you t greside e temples. But t smell of tors breat communion. t communion  day of your life. And once a lot of generals   day of   battle or t he said:

    -- Gentlemen, t day of my life  holy communion.

    Fatin lesson began and ill, leaning on t t t to be ten out again ions at once. But t of all uck toget: and Fat up by a corner and said it  to any master to send on to decline ton stopped at tive singular and could not go on he plural.

    -- You sernly. You, the class!

    t boy and t and t. Nobody kne, more and more quiet as eacried to ans and could not. But aring t. t t ted at him:

    -- Kneel out t boys I ever met. Copy out your t of you.

    Fleming moved  of  bet benc over to e. A silence filled tepimidly at Fat it tle red from the wax he was In.

    as t a sin for Fato be in a  into a udy better or ing on to be in a   do it. But if  one time by mistake o confession? Pero confession to ter. And if ter did it o tor: and tor to to ts. t  t become jesuits. And  Fatt s. It  because you   coloured coats and trousers and ac kinds of s.

    tly and closed. A quick udies. tant of dead silence and t on t desk. Step leapt up in fear.

    -- Any boys  flogging  of studies. Any lazy idle loafers t  flogging in this class?

    o the class and saw Fleming on his knees.

    --  is your name, boy?

    -- Fleming, sir.

    --  in your eye. her Arnall?

    -- e a bad Latin tions in grammar.

    -- Of course  of studies, of course  in the corner of his eye.

    dohe desk and cried:

    -- Up, Fleming! Up, my boy!

    Fleming stood up slowly.

    -- ! cried t of studies.

    Fleming   came do hree, four, five, six.

    -- Other hand!

    t came down again in six loud quick smacks.

    -- Kneel do of studies.

    Fleming knelt doed  Stepo t per pain for t errible. Step ing and fluttering.

    -- At your  of studies. e  no lazy idle loafers tle sc your ell you. Fato see you every day. Fatomorrow.

    , saying:

    -- You, boy! her Dolan be in again?

    -- tomorroom Furlongs voice.

    -- tomorroomorroomorro of studies. Make up your minds for t. Every day Fate away. You, boy, who are you?

    Step jumped suddenly.

    -- Dedalus, sir.

    --  ing like thers?

    -- Imy

    speak .

    --  ing, Father Arnall?

    -- ed him from work.

    -- Broke?  is t is t of studies.

    -- Dedalus, sir.

    -- Out tle schemer. I see schemer in your face. here did you break your glasses?

    Stepumbled into te.

    -- ed t of studies.

    -- th, sir.

    --  of studies. I kno trick.

    Steped  Fate-grey not young face, e-grey  t, teel rims of acles and  trick?

    -- Lazy idle little loafer! cried t of studies. Broke my glasses! An old scrick! Out !

    Step in trembling  t of studies touc for a moment at to straig and tane as t ed to strike. A  burning stinging tingling bloick made rembling oget tears o , o o be let off. But tears scalded   tears and t scalded .

    -- Oted t of studies.

    Step arm and   ane sleeve sed and a loud crasingling burning pain made ogeter burst forterror and burst out into a  and tears falling out of his eyes and down his flaming cheeks.

    -- Kneel do of studies.

    Step doen and s made   someone elses t  sorry for. And as , calming t sobs in  and feeling tingling pain pressed into  of t in touc of studies en s she air.

    -- Get at your  of studies from to see if any boy, any lazy idle little loafer s flogging. Every day. Every day.

    the door closed behind him.

    tinued to copy out t and  among tle elling takes tle and soft. turned to  and said to Fleming and Stephen:

    -- You may return to your places, you two.

    Fleming and Stepo ts, sat doep  do, o the page.

    It or old  to read  glasses and ten o  morning to send   study till to be called a sco be pandied  or second and s!  of studies kno it rick?  toucs fingers as teadied  first  o s and firm: but tant ane sleeve and t o make old t t return to t making any difference betened to Fatle voice as ed ted to be decent. But it  of studies  but t eel-rimmed spectacles   fingers and t o  it better and louder.

    -- Its a stinking mean ts  is, said Fleming in t in file to tory, to pandy a fello .

    -- You really broke your glasses by accident, didnt you? Nasty Roche asked.

    Step  filled by Flemings  answer.

    -- Of course  stand it. Id go up and tell tor on him.

    -- Yes, said Cecil t t over  alloo do t.

    -- Did t you mucy Roche asked.

    -- Very mucephen said.

    -- I  stand it, Fleming repeated, from Baldys a stinking mean lorick, ts  is. Id go straigo tor and tell  it after dinner.

    -- Yes, do. Yes, do, said Cecil thunder.

    -- Yes, do. Yes, go up and tell tor on y Roc omorrow again and pandy you.

    -- Yes, yes. tell tor, all said.

    And t of second of grammar listening and one of them said:

    -- te and t Dedalus had been wrongly punished.

    It  ory, ime after time in memory tion until o  ttle mirror to see. But t be; and it  and cruel and unfair.

    eat tters t on ednesdays in lent and one of atoes . Yes,  told ell tor t  ory, by some great person or  e and t t  men  t t er Parleys tales about Greece and Rome . Peter Parley  page in a picture. t ttle buser Parley  like a protestant minister and a big stick and  along to Greece and Rome.

    It o go on  not out to t up taircase on t t led to tle. o do but t: to turn to t and  up taircase and in e  led tle to tors room. And every fello  of second of grammar  te and the Roman people.

    would happen?

    and up at top of tory and eps as tting: Paddy Ratuguese and to be flogged by Mr Gleeson. t udies raining ired ears, c  flog urf-coloured boger in t slapped loudly on t tiles and at every step tle because .

    tory ill passing out in file. aircase because t or a prefect outside tory door. But  go. tor  of studies and t  of studies  o tor about old o go but t go tten all about it. No, it  to forget all about it and per of studies   to  of ten escape t way.

    t able stood up. ood up and passed out among to decide.  on o tor because  leave t. And if  and alk about young Dedalus going up to tor to tell on t of studies.

    ting and   of studies   of studies asking old t time? as  listening t time or  to make fun out of t men in tory  and nobody made fun of t o make fun. Dolan: it hes.

    urning quickly up to t, airs and, before o come back, ered t led to tle. And as  turning o look, t all ter  filing by.

    tle doors t y.  of  and left t t t be portraits. It  and ired ears so t  see. But  traits of ts and great men of tly as  Ignatius Loyola ing to t; saint Francis Xavier pointing to ; Lorenzo Ricci ta on s of trons of  Stanislaus Kostka, saint Aloysius Gonzago, and Blessed Joer Kenny sitting in a chair wrapped in a big cloak.

    on trance

    ts  in te cloak of a marshal.

    An old servant  tors room and t pointed to t ter  on to it and knocked.

    t jumped when he heard a muffled voice say:

    -- Come in!

    urned t and pus open and  in.

    or sitting at a desk ing. trange solemn smell in ther of chairs.

    ing fast on account of t t tors kind-looking face.

    -- ell, my little man, said tor, ?

    Step and said:

    -- I broke my glasses, sir.

    tor opened h and said:

    -- O!

    then he smiled and said:

    -- ell, if  e home for a new pair.

    -- I e ep to study till they come.

    -- Quite rigor.

    Stepried to keep his legs and his voice from shaking.

    -- But, sir--

    -- Yes?

    -- Fatoday and pandied me because I  ing my theme.

    tor looked at o ears about to rise to his eyes.

    tor said:

    -- Your name is Dedalus, isnt it?

    -- Yes, sir

    -- And where did you break your glasses?

    -- On t of t broken. I dont knohe fellows name.

    tor looked at hen he smiled and said:

    -- O,  ake; I am sure Fat know.

    -- But I told hem, sir, and he pandied me.

    -- Did you tell  you ten or asked.

    -- No, sir.

    -- O or, Fat understand. You can say t I excuse you from your lessons for a few days.

    Steprembling  him:

    -- Yes, sir, but Fatomorroo pandy me again for it.

    -- Very or said, it is a mistake and I so Fat do now?

    Step tears ting his eyes and murmured:

    -- O yes sir, thanks.

    tor ep for a moment, felt a cool moist palm.

    -- Good day noor, hdrawing his hand and bowing.

    -- Good day, sir, said Stephen.

    ly out of the doors carefully and slowly.

    But o er and faster. Faster and faster edly.  t taircase,  into the air.

    o a run and, running quicker and quicker, ran across ting.

    t anoto hear.

    -- tell us! tell us!

    --  did he say?

    -- Did you go in?

    did he say?

    -- tell us! tell us!

    old t  tor old to the air and cried:

    -- hurroo!

    t t them up again spinning sky-high and cried again:

    -- hurroo! hurroo!

    ted ill ruggled to get free. And o tling as t spinning up and crying:

    -- hurroo!

    And test rector t was ever in Clongowes.

    t grey air.   be any and obedient: and  o s  proud.

    t and grey and mild and evening ry o peel t t out for a o Major Bartons, ttle s were.

    tising long sers. In t grey silence  air t bats: pick, pack, pock, puck: like drops of er in a fountain falling softly in the brimming bowl.

 Chapter 2

    Uncle C t at last ed to o enjoy tle out the garden.

    -- Very good, Simon. All serene, Simon, said tranquilly. Anyw will be more salubrious.

    -- Damn me, said Mr Dedalus frankly, if I knos like gunpowder, by God.

    -- Its very nice, Simon, replied the old man. Very cool and mollifying.

    Every morning, to  not before  on all . all  and t visible beyond t and tools, served entedly one of e songs: O, twine me a bower or Blue Eyes and Golden he pure air.

    During t part of tepant companion. Uncle Canned skin, rugged features and  Avenue and treet of to. Stepo go o ever side ter.  or t to epance to take them, he would frown and say:

    -- take theyre good for your bowels.

    o teped on a bencing for tepand at te near tation, ceprack in tyle Mike Flynn favoured, ed, ed and raigice rainer imes illustrate truck co c doalking atics and politics. t Mike Flynn  some of t runners of modern times tepen glanced at rainers flabby stubble-covered face, as it bent over tained fingers tte, and y at treless blue eyes o tance o the pouch.

    On ten pay a visit to t eper briskly about Step on ced at t of every page. Step at ing, t sy. en  God mig of tune he had squandered in Cork.

    On Sundays Stepook titutional. te of en ten or ttle village of Stillorgan ing of t to t toains or along tstoo Dundrum, coming rudging along tanding in some grimy ly of ts nearer ts, of Irisics, of Munster and of to all of and o ill  t: and t too ake part in t  o make ready for t part ed ure of which he only dimly apprehended.

    ranslation of t of Monte Cristo. t dark avenger stood fortever range and terrible. At nig up on table an image of t of transfers and paper floissue paper and strips of te is insel, to  picture of Marseille, of sunny trellises, and of Mercedes.

    Outside Blackrock, on t led to tains, stood a small ance by tion rain of adventures, marvellous as tself, toanding in a moonlit garden ed ure of refusal, saying:

    -- Madam, I never eat muscatel grapes.

    urers in tle dangling from tontaco  icks t daggerepyle of dress, co remain unadorned and tened for aking counsel enant before giving orders. to t doo tle and fougtle on ter it ragglers ale odours of trils and their hair.

    Aubrey and Stepen t in to Carrickmines urns in riding tractable mare round t  sig Stradbrook s foul green puddles and clots of liquid dung and steaming bran trougep. ttle ry on sunny days revolted  even look at they yielded.

    tember did not trouble  to be sent back to Clongoice in to an end o al. Aubrey  scly forays or battles on tepimes  round  no repugnance at seeing t. ed to catccly ligo see   s life enougo deliver milk, if  bag of gingernuts in  to eat from. But t and made uition  at rainers flabby stubble-covered face as it bent ained fingers, dissipated any vision of ture. In a vague  rouble and t t been sent back to Clongoime  t c  so ion of tion ir at times in t no outlet. A dusk like t of ter ering along tramtrack on t can stling behind him.

    urned to Mercedes and, as range unrest crept into imes a fever gato rove alone in t avenue. ts in tender influence into less . t play annoyed  at Clongo  from ot  to play. ed to meet in tantial image ly be kno or  a premonition  any overt act of er  quietly as if tryst, per one of tes or in some more secret place. t moment of supreme tenderness ransfigured.

    o somet ransfigured. eakness and timidity and inexperience .

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    t yelloramping into to dismantle it. ture led out t garden rao t te. o off noisily do ephe Merrion Road.

    t dra evening and Mr Dedalus rested t te to attract ted room and near raits leaned against table s over t of tep on a footstool beside ening to a long and inco monologue. ood little or not at first but   some figo take place. , too, t ed for t, t some duty  and revery of Blackrock, ty, t of to live made  uition, a foreknoure came to ood also en stood on to talking loudly to uncle Co sit do his dinner.

    -- t in me yet, Step t dead yet, sonny. No, by t half dead.

    Dublin ion. Uncle Cless t  out on errands and ttling in t Stepented imidly round t most, going reets but y in s central lines until om titude of corks t lay bobbing on ter in a t ters and ts and tness and strangeness of ted to ocked along t out of teamers   sky and trellises of tisfaction gre inued to er day as if  someone t eluded him.

    once or to visit tives: and t up and adorned for Cmas tered silence did not leave terment e and near. less foolisune y. Yet  noto tience asting its mortifying flavour in secret.

    ting on ts kitcor s lig  lay on ime at a smiling picture t  in it and said musingly:

    -- tiful Mabel er!

    A ringletted girl stood on tiptoe to peer at ture and said softly:

    --  is she in, mud?

    -- In a pantomime, love.

    tted  ure, and murmured as if fascinated:

    -- tiful Mabel er!

    As if fascinated, ed long upon taunting eyes and sedly:

    -- Isnt se creature?

    And treet, stamping crookedly under one of coal, ly on to o see.   see.

    ting in t room  flickered on tral dusk ea and, as sled at task, sold in a lo and tor old too of certain ce and of  listening to ture t lay open in ts and winding galleries and jagged caverns.

    Suddenly ure like a monkey  the door asking:

    -- Is t Josephine?

    tling woman answered che fireplace:

    -- No, Ellen, its Stephen.

    -- OO, good evening, Stephen.

    ing and sahe doorway.

    -- Do you  anyt the fire.

    But s ansion and said:

    -- I t it was Josep you were Josepephen.

    And, repeating times, so laughing feebly.

    ting in t of a cy at  cook little part in tried to s,  s and sunbonnets.

    But o taste to rivial, o ation of er ravelled to tering, taunting, searcing .

    In tayed latest ting on ty ogetoram, sprays of apped blithe glassy road.

    It  tram. t and so t in admonition. tor talked en in t of ty seats of tram tered a feickets. No sound of footsteps came up or do save heir bells.

    to listen, ep and so ep many times and  doo ood close beside s on tep, forgetting to go do doide.  o  in some dim past,  o times. Yet a voice , asking ake  to retc ood looking into tel grounds, cers running up a trail of bunting on taff and terrier scampering to and fro on t into a peal of laugood listlessly in ranquil che scene before him.

    -- Soo s me to catc. ts ram. I could easily catco my step: nobody is looking. I could hold her and kiss her.

    But ting alone in ted tram, ore icket into sared gloomily at ted footboard.

    t day  at able in ttle of ink and a neen at top of t page tial letters of t motto: A.M.D.G. On t line of title of trying to e: to E - C - .  les in ted poems of Lord Byron. ten title and draal line underneato a daydream and began to drating at able in Bray ter t tmas dinner table, trying to e a poem about Parnell on ty notices. But o grapple ing, ain of es:

    Roderick Kickham

    Joon

    Anthony MacSwiney

    Simon Moonan

    No seemed as if , by dint of brooding on t,  o confidence. During ts  of trace of tram itself nor of tram-men nor of told only of t and tre of ts of tagonists as tood in silence beneatrees and ters L. D. S. ten at t of t into  ime in table.

    But y o its end. One evening  ongue busy all teping urn for tton  day and

    relision of Clongo.

    -- I o ime, just at the square.

    -- to arrange it. I mean about Belvedere.

    -- Of course  I tell you he order now?

    -- I never liked to tian brothers myself, said Mrs Dedalus.

    -- Cian brot ink and Micky Mud? No, let ick to ts in Gods name since o er years. t can get you a position.

    -- And t they, Simon?

    -- Ratell you. You saable at Clongowes. Fed up, by God, like gamecocks.

    Mr Dedalus puse over to Step .

    -- Noep put your so the wheel, old chap. Youve had a fine long holiday.

    -- O, Im sure h him.

    -- O,  about Maurice, said Mr Dedalus. o send you to a college . cat. And Ill buy you a nice little penny o keep your nose dry. ont t be grand fun?

    Maurice grinned at  her.

    Mr Dedalus screep answering hers gaze.

    -- By t lengtor, or provincial ratelling me t story about you and Fat thief, he said.

    -- O, , Simon!

    -- Not   account of tting, you knoold me  t job in tion? But I `Il tell you t after. ell, as I ing ae friendly and ill, and told me tory.

    -- And was he annoyed, Simon?

    -- Annoyed? Not tle chap! he said.

    Mr Dedalus imitated tone of the provincial.

    Fatold t dinner about it, Fat laug. You better mind yourself Fat. ha! ha! ha!

    Mr Dedalus turned to erjected in ural voice:

    -- S in  for your life, for diplomacy!

    ed:

    -- I told t dinner about it and Faty laugoget. ha! ha! ha!

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    t of tsuntide play ep on t across retccors come doeps from to tre. Steered in groups about trance to tre and usors ern .

    t abernacle and t benco leave tar and t free. Against tood companies of barbells and Indian clubs; t of countless ers and singlets in untidy broood tout leated vaulting ing its turn to be carried up on tage and set in team at tic display.

    Stepo ation for essay ing ed secretary to t in t section of t in tion , t of a farcical pedagogue.  for it on account of ature and grave manners for  t Belvedere and in number two.

    A score of te knickers and singlets came pattering doage, try and to try and cers and boys. t major esting  ting , ricate club sood near cerest, ed clubs peeping out of s. ttle of team made ready to go up on tage: and in anot ted prefect ry like a flock of geese, flapping tane nervously and crying to to make e. A little troop of Neapolitan peasants ising teps at ts of paper violets and curtsying. In a dark corner of t tar a stout old lady knelt amid s. ood up a pink-dressed figure, , ely rouged and poy ran round t ts, smiling and nodding o tout old lady, said pleasantly:

    -- Is tiful young lady or a doll t you allon?

    to peer at ted face under t, he exclaimed:

    -- No! Upon my s little Bertie tallon after all!

    Step  by t laugogetion beo see ttle boy  dance by  of impatience escaped  tepping doanding,  of the chapel.

    of ted under t flanked tre opposite came t spread upre seem a festive ark, ancerns looping o re opened suddenly and a s of ligs. A sudden burst of music issued from tz: and  of t, evoked tion  movement of a moment before.  issued from ide of florailing erns in illery broke t. It  greeted try of team on tage.

    At treet a speck of pink ligo  aromatic odour. tanding in ter of a doorway, smoking, and before hem he had recognised heron by his voice.

    -- y voice. elcome to our trusty friend!

    t peal of mirter as o poke th his cane.

    -- eping and glancing from o his friend.

    tter ranger to  in tte tips,  a pale dandyisravelling sloall overcoated figure and a .  trouble  an introduction but said instead:

    -- I  telling my friend allis  onigook off tor in t of ter. It would be a ripping good joke.

    tempt to imitate for ors pedantic bass and t epo do it.

    -- Go on, Dedalus, ake

    o the publicana.

    tation ed by a mild expression of anger from allis in ightly wedged.

    -- Damn ty blank aking it from  tolerantly. Its alting stuck like t. Do you use a holder?

    -- I dont smoke, ansephen.

    -- No, said  smoke and  go to bazaars and  flirt and  damn anything or damn all.

    Stepen t it strange t Vincent : tood out bet prominent eyes  toget togetalked togeter beads over tinguisepual   up to tor togeto ask for a free day or to get a fellow off.

    -- O by the way, said heron suddenly, I saw your governor going in.

    tepo er put o rout in a moment. ed in timorous silence to   say next. h his elbow and said:

    -- Youre a sly dog.

    -- ephen.

    -- Youd tter  melt in your mout Im afraid youre a sly dog.

    -- Mig you are talking about? said Stephen urbanely.

    -- Indeed you mig ty soo. And inquisitive! And  does Stepake, Mr Dedalus? And ep sing, Mr Dedalus? Your governor aring at  eyeglass of  I t too. I  care a bit, by Jove. S she, allis?

    -- Not ly as h.

    A s of momentary anger fleep te allusions in tranger. For erest and regard. All day  of not taking on teps of tram at ream of moody emotions it o course tten about it. All day ing  so come to tless moodiness  as it  of ty, but  found an outlet in verse. tlet: and all day tream of gloomy tenderness arted forturned upon itself in dark courses and eddies, ry of t and ted little boy  of impatience.

    -- So you may as ,  on, t  time. You cant play t on me any more, ts one sure five.

    A soft peal of mirter escaped from ruck Steply across ting reproof.

    Step of anger tered nor confused, but simply o end. ed ure in ood in no danger from these words: and his face mirrored his rivals false smile.

    -- Admit! repeated riking he leg.

    troke  not so lig one ep tingle and gloo meet ing mood, began to recite teor. tly at the irreverence.

    tepo anot t  cruel dimples at t troke of t ion:

    -- Admit.

    It o term in tive nature ill smarting under till disquieted and cast doo find  of a ne and figure of ely, disened ening, filled  and bitter ts. All t ers  in  of it into ings.

    tuesday, as o te in ts of tting  some figure ao outstrip it before a certain goal celling   and not first in the weekly essay.

    On a certain tuesday triumpate, ter, pointed  ly:

    -- this fellow has heresy in his essay.

    A ate did not break it but dug ep look up. It ing and ion, of t against urned and jagged collar.

    A s loud laugate set t ease.

    -- Per kno, he said.

    -- ephen.

    Mr tate  the essay.

    -- s about tor and t a possibility of ever approacs heresy.

    Stephen murmured:

    -- I meant  a possibility of ever reaching.

    It ate, appeased, folded up t across to him, saying:

    -- OAs anotory.

    But t so soon appeased. to er class   joy.

    A feter along the Drumcondra Road when he heard a voice cry:

    -- !

    urned and saotendants,  time to teps. Boland, eps be red head.

    As soon as turned into Clonliffe Road togeto speak about books and ers, saying  epened to t for Boland , after some talk about te ers, Nasain Marryat  er.

    -- Fudge! said est er, Dedalus?

    Steped tion and said:

    -- Of prose do you mean?

    -- Yes.

    -- Nehink.

    -- Is it Cardinal Newman? asked Boland.

    -- Yes, ansephen.

    turned to Stephen and said:

    -- And do you like Cardinal Newman, Dedalus?

    -- O, many say t Neyle, o tion, of course  a poet.

    -- And , heron? asked Boland.

    -- Lord tennyson, of course, answered heron.

    -- O, yes, Lord tennyson, said Nasry at home in a book.

    At tep t vo:

    -- tennyson a poet! er!

    -- O, get out! said  tennyson is test poet.

    -- And  poet? asked Boland, nudging his neighbour.

    -- Byron, of course, ansephen.

    hree joined in a scornful laugh.

    --  are you laug? asked Stephen.

    -- You, said est poet!  for uneducated people.

    --  be a fine poet! said Boland.

    -- You may keep your mout, said Stepurning on  poetry is e up on tes in to be sent to t for.

    Boland, in fact, o ten on tes in t about a classmate of en rode he college on a pony:

    As tyson o Jerusalem

    his Alec Kafoozelum.

    t put tenants to silence but  on:

    -- In any case Byron oo.

    -- I dont care w eply.

    -- You dont care ? said Nash.

    --  do you kno it? sed Step a trans, or Boland either.

    -- I kno Byron was a bad man, said Boland.

    -- cic, . In a moment Stephen was a prisoner.

    -- tate made you buck up t on, about the heresy in your essay.

    -- Ill tell omorrow, said Boland.

    -- ill you? said Stepo open your lips.

    -- Afraid?

    -- Ay. Afraid of your life.

    -- Beting at Steph his cane.

    It . Nasump ruggling and kicking under ts of tty stump Step a barbed wire fence.

    -- Admit t Byron was no good.

    -- No.

    -- Admit.

    -- No.

    -- Admit.

    -- No. No.

    At last after a fury of plunges ormentors set off toumbled on, clencs madly and sobbing.

    ill repeating teor amid t laug malignant episode ill passing sly before o tormented  forgotten a y but t called fortions of fierce love and red  some poing  sudden- is divested of its soft ripe peel.

    anding  tening idly to talk or to ts of applause in tre. Sting ting for o appear. ried to recall  could not.  s  ed and unnerved s as sips of touc lig ter and steadier: and suddenly toucraversed his brain and body like an invisible wave.

    A boy came toed and breathless.

    -- O, Dedalus,  bake about you. Youre to go in at once and get dressed for tter.

    -- o ty drao.

    turned to ed:

    -- But Doyle is in an awful bake.

    -- ill you tell Doyle  compliments t I damned his eyes? answered heron.

    -- ell, I must go noeptle for sucs of honour.

    -- I , said s no o send for one of ts quite enoug youre taking a part in his bally old play.

    t of quarrelsome comradesely in  seduced Steps of quiet obedience. rusted turbulence and doubted ty of suco icipation of manion of ions, trivial to s intangible poms and turning in irresolution from suc  ant voices of ers, urging o be a gentleman above all to be a good cato be o be strong and manly and  toional revival o be felt in t anotrue to ry and o raise up radition. In tate by o be a decent felloo so beg to do  to get free days for t  made  irresolutely in t of poms. ime but asmal comrades.

    In try a plump fres and an elderly man, in ss and ced  or stood still aoucive fingertips. In try a young jesuit, o tood rocking ips of oes to  o s.  off less decency of ane and less shoes.

    As cried to read for s mocking smile to Step to Clongo you could alell a jesuit by tyle of  t  : and ion of ts office or of try itself alk and joking and its air pungent s and the grease.

    ed black and blue by tened distractedly to t s tain age frig t of t o play ed o ed cc once s aure seemed to  ion of tement and yout ered into and transformed rustfulness. For one rare moment o be clotood in ts  jerks and all awry.

    A fes after age amid ting before t surprised o see t t reed lifeless ts o seemed noo play itself, ors aiding it s. ain fell on t scene  in a side scene, saed magically deformed, t all points and falling asunder into busy groups.

    tage quickly and rid  to t ture. o overtake it. tre ied out. On terns s breeze, flickering ced teps from te, eager t some prey s elude  ts cors. ill greater e and faintly conscious of tares and nudges s wake.

    on teps ing for  t lamp. In a glance ed t every figure of teps angrily.

    -- I o leave a message doreet, o er you.

    it ing for ions o  breakneck speed do sent up vapours of, maddening incense before trode doumult of sudden-risen vapours of  last the air was clear and cold again.

    A film still veiled  to t ment fall from  eps to rest. ood still and gazed up at t to t its side. ts on the rank heavy air.

    t is ted stra is a good odour to breat e calm now. I will go back.

    Steped beside  Kingsbridge. ravelling  mail to Cork. As train steamed out of tation  of  day at Clongo  no elegraply every four seconds, ttle glimmering stations, manned by a fe sentries, flung by t in the darkness like fiery grains flung backwards by a runner.

    ened  sympato ion of Cork and of scenes of ale broken by sigs from  flask . Step could feel no pity. trangers to  of uncle Cely been fading out of memory.  y o be sold by auction, and in t to asy.

    At Maryborougrain  of Malloc. t of try, over ttages. terror of sleep fascinated c country or ime to time . trange dread, as t t come quickly. o God nor saint, began  to , and ended in a trail of fooliso fit tent rrain; and silently, at intervals of four seconds, telegrapes of tual bars. t t his eyelids close again.

    t ill early morning and Steporia el. t raffic. anding before table, examining ac care, craning er-jug and dra back sideo see tter. ly to  accent and phrasing:

    `tis youth and folly

    Makes young men marry,

    So here, my love, Ill

    No longer stay.

    cant be cured, sure,

    Must be injured, sure,

    So Ill go to

    Amerikay.

    `My love shes handsome,

    My love shes bony:

    Shes like good whisky

    is new;

    But wis old

    And growing cold

    It fades and dies like

    tain dew.

    ty outside ender tremors ooned trange sad s of ts ill ep up quickly to dress and, whe song had ended, said:

    -- ts muctier ther come-all-yous.

    -- Do you think so? asked Mr Dedalus.

    -- I like it, said Stephen.

    -- Its a pretty old air, said Mr Dedalus, ts of ac you s! Poor Mick Lacy! tle turns for it, grace notes t o put in t I  got. t he boy who could sing a come-all-you, if you like.

    Mr Dedalus  and during ter for local ne part t cross purposes er  her.

    -- ell, I  moved t to s to ter of mine.

    Along trees ered ter across t t to a  after every dozen or so paces by some reply of ters.

    -- Aell me so? And is poor Pottlebelly dead?

    -- Yes, sir. Dead, sir.

    During ts Stepood a and ing restlessly for to begin again. By time tlessness o fever. er; and tertained ated his ears.

    to tomy tre epre and by t udy. On tus cut several times in tained artled o feel t students of t o so evoke, sprang up before  of t in tudent acting in tters udents stood or sat near  udent turned on an boots.

    Stepeps of tre so as to be as far a ials, hid his flushed face.

    But toe. It so find in ter race of isrous reveries came to oo  of mere o s, rous images, and alless and sickened of  over him.

    -- Ay, bedad! And ten  you, Stepime  dotle Jack Mountain and Bob Dyas and Maurice Moriarty, tom OGrady and Mick Lacy t I told you of t and poor little good-ed Joantiles.

    trees along tir and eam of cricketers passed, agile young men in flannels and blazers, one of t-bag. In a quiet bystreet a German band of five players in faded uniforms and tered brass instruments o an audience of street arabs and leisurely messenger boys. A maid in a ering a box of plants on a sill o ter scale rising into treble.

    Step ening to stories tered and dead revellers w sickness sig.

    ion in Belvedere, a free boy, a leader afraid of y, proud and sensitive and suspicious, battling against t t of ters cut in tained ared upon ile enttle in  greter and foul to s sickness climbed to  for a moment he closed his eyes and walked on in darkness.

    ill hers voice--

    --  for yourself, Stepever you do, to mix lemen. ell you I enjoyed myself. I mixed  felloor, anot player, anotell a good story and so on. e kept t of life and  eit lemen, Step least I  Irisoo. ts t you to associate  kidney. Im talking to you as a friend, Step believe a son sreat you as your grandfatreated me  day  me smoking. I anding at terrace one day   say a op even. But t day, Sunday,  for a ogetook out  kno. - Of course I tried to carry it off as best I could. - If you  a good smoke, ry one of tain made me a present of t nigown.

    Stepo a laug a sob.

    --  man in Cork at t time, by God o stand to look after reet.

    and opened  breaking-suddenly on  turned to a fantastic . erpret tters of trous y. Noto  an eced cries o no earto ted by s, and repeated sloo himself:

    -- I am Stepy. Our room is in toria el. Victoria and Stepeporia. Names.

    tried to call forts vivid moments but could not. e, Parnell, Clane, Clongotle boy aug ten slim jim out of  cap and c leaping and dancing on ttle bedroom in tor in a black and gold cope, of being buried ttle graveyard of ty off t  died t died but  like a film in t or  of existence for ed. range to t of existence in suc by deat by fading out in t and forgotten somerange to see : a little boy in a grey belted suit. s and rousers ucked in at tic bands.

    On ty ep ty from bar to bar. to t, to to tuned old tale - t  rying for ty years to get rid of  up in Dublin and t Peter Pickackafax beside  son but t he was only a Dublin jackeen.

    t out early in ttled noisily against its saucer, and Stepried to cover t s of t before by moving ion  sellers, tings and oglings of ted, ts and encouraging  in  t to put in to translate s passages from Dilectus and asked   to say: tempora mutantur nos et mutamur in illis or tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis. Anoto say he Cork girls.

    --  t , said Mr Dedalus. Leave  bot t kind of nonsense.

    -- t tle old man.

    -- I dont knoly.

    -- Your fattle old man to Step flirt in ty of Cork in ?

    Stepudied tiled floor of to wed.

    -- No be putting ideas into o his Maker.

    -- Yerra, sure I  put any ideas into o be tle old man to Step?

    -- Are you? asked Stephen.

    -- Bedad I am, said ttle old man. I  Sundays ell. No age do you t riding out to  was before you were born.

    -- Ay, or t of, said Mr Dedalus.

    -- Bedad I did, repeated ttle old man. And, more t, I can remember even your great-grandfateper heres a memory for you!

    -- ts tions - four generations, said anot be nearing tury.

    -- ell, Ill tell you truttle old man. Im just ty-seven years of age.

    -- ere as old as om or  feel more teen myself. t son of mine t ter man the week.

    -- Dra mild nos time for you to take a back seat, said tleman who had spoken before.

    -- No, by God! asserted Mr Dedalus. Ill sing a tenor song against  a five-barred gate against er try as I did ty years ago along  man for it.

    -- But  you tle old man, tapping o drain it.

    -- ell, I s all I can say, said Mr Dedalus.

    -- If tle old man.

    -- And to God, Jo tle harm.

    -- But did so muctle old man gravely. to God we lived so long and did so much good.

    Stepcer as o t. An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered  srifes and s like a moon upon a younger eartirred in  irred in ty. Notirred  a cold and cruel and loveless lust.  and  ing amid life like the moon.

    Art thou pale for weariness

    Of climbing h,

    andering companionless?

    ed to . Its alternation of sad iveness  inivity c ual grieving.

    Steped at t Foster Place eps and along try  ood at ter Stepy and tion and essay prize, o eller in notes and in coin respectively. os eller, to o take er and er life. ient of t keep  at rest. But teller still deferred to say imes and t t education t money could buy. Mr Dedalus lingered in t  telling Stepo come out, t tanding in t.

    -- God o times, Stepctan and C  be seen dead in a ten-acre field epo say t t one fine May morning in t July.

    A keen October anding at tery eyes. Step  a fe ty guineas in the windows of Barnardos.

    -- ell ts done, said Mr Dedalus.

    -- e ter go to dinner, said Stephen. here?

    -- Dinner? said Mr Dedalus. ell, I suppose er, w?

    -- Some place ts not too dear, said Mrs Dedalus.

    -- Underdones?

    -- Yes. Some quiet place.

    -- Come along, said Step doesnt matter about the dearness.

    nervous steps, smiling. tried to keep up  his eagerness.

    -- take it easy like a good young fello for the half mile, are we?

    For a s season of merrymaking tep parcels of groceries and delicacies and dried fruits arrived from ty. Every day  led a party of to tre to see Ingomar or t pockets e for s  bulged  presents for everyone, overe out resolutions, marss, dre

    receipts and reckoning terests on t. y in trams. to an end. t of pink enamel paint gave out and t of s unfinisered coat.

    urned to its usual urned to  scerprises fell to pieces. ts coffers and its books on a sensible loss, t o desuetude.

    ried to build a break-er of order and elegance against tide of life  o dam up, by rules of conduct and active interest and neions, tides  as from ers ides began once more to jostle fiercely above the crumbled mole.

    oo ile isolation.  gone one step nearer t to approacless s er.  t  stood to tical kinserage, fostercerbrother.

    urned to appease t before  al sin, t o be a tissue of subterfuge and falseo realize ties s in o defile ience racted  orted images of ter  o  came toransfigured by a lec iss dim memory of dark orgiastic riot, its keen and ing sense of transgression.

    urned to umnal evenings led reet to street as t avenues of Blackrock. But no vision of trim front gardens or of kindly ligender influence upon  times, in t ing o a softer languor, traversed te  led to tains and ure of refusal anding  garden after years of estrangement and adventure. At ts t speecte rose to . A tender premonition toucryst o and, in spite of ty y and inexperience o fall from him.

    Sucs passed and ting fires of lust sprang up again. ticulate cries and tal s peering into tening eagerly for any sound. o . ed to sin o force anoto sin o exult  some dark presence moving irresistibly upon le and murmurous as a flood filling self. Its murmur besieged itude in sleep; its subtle streams penetrated eet togets penetration. retc reet to  t eluded ed  rangled for so long in  issued from  broke from reaty, a cry for an iniquitous abandonment, a cry he oozing wall of a urinal.

    o a maze of narroy streets. From ts of  and rayed into ter of traversed treet from o rembling seized roubled vision against tar. Before ted e. uries.

    ood still in t clamouring against umult. A young ain o his face. She said gaily:

    -- Good night, illie dear!

    some. A   in tried to bid ongue speak t  seem at ease, cing ts of her perfumed head.

    As ood silent in to o ed to , all but burst into erical ears of joy and relief sed eyes and ed t speak.

    Sinkling tle rascal.

    -- Give me a kiss, she said.

    bend to kiss ed to be o be caressed slo rong and fearless and sure of   bend to kiss her.

    it so s in ed eyes. It oo muco  tly parting lips. t an unknoimid pressure, darker ter than sound or odour.

 Chapter 3

    t December dusk umbling clos dull day and, as ared t s food. eurnips and carrots and bruised potatoes and fat mutton pieces to be ladled out in ttened sauce. Stuff it into you, his belly counselled him.

    It  niger early nig up, er of treets, circling alremor of fear and joy, until  led  coming out of t, yaer ttling ters of ing for a sudden movement of o  perfumed fles as  of t call, ultified only by e keenly all t able or a pograpanding to attention or a gaudy playbill; ing:

    -- ie, any good in your mind?

    -- Is t you, pigeon?

    -- Number ten. Fresing on you.

    -- Good nigo  time?

    tion on to spread out a ail, eyed and starred like a peacocks; and, s indices ed, began sloo fold itself togetars being born and being quenc cycle of starry life bore o its verge and ino its centre, a distant music accompanying  upon tars began to crumble and a cloud of fine stardust fell through space.

    t fell more faintly upon tion began to unfold itself sloo spread abroad its ail. It self sin by sin, spreading abroad ts burning stars and folding back upon itself, fading slowly, quencs own lighe cold darkness filled chaos.

    A cold lucid indifference reigned in   violent sin  a ality pass out of o find ead tal  of  receded: and no part of body or soul  a dark peace ablisinguisself  kno once but many times and , ernal damnation for t sin alone, by every succeeding sin iplied  and . s could make no atonement for ains of sanctifying grace o refres most, by an alms given to a beggar ion  did it avail to pray er its oruction? A certain pride, a certain ao God even one prayer at nig o take ao be atoned for in he All-seeing and All-knowing.

    -- ell noo say t you are not able to tell me w a surd is?

    tirred tempt of o neit tood bareside t at ty and ted tar t. ooped to tical of their innocence which he could cajole so easily.

    On ted scroll, tificate of ure in ty of turday mornings  in to recite ttle office  t of tar from  pain  moments  an impulse to rise from  of o leave t trained ive: spikenard and myrre-flo and late-blossoming tree, symbolizing tus among men.  fell to o read to in a veiled voice, lulling o its music.

    Quasi cedrus exaltata sum in Libanon et quasi cupressus in monte Sion. Quasi palma exaltata sum in Gades et quasi plantatio rosae in Jeric quasi platanus exaltata sum juxta aquam in plateis. Sicut cinnamomum et balsamum aromatizans odorem dedi et quasi myrra dedi suavitatem odoris.

    of God, o to regard y; range ligly upon  e to cast sin from o repent t moved o be . If ever ering er t  itself, urned towards ar, brigelling of  was wly by lips will lingered foul and sself of a lewd kiss.

    t range. ried to t could be. But ts. ter marked ts to be done for t lesson and  out. epo unelessly.

    My excellent friend Bombados.

    Ennis, he yard, came back, saying:

    -- tor.

    A tall boy beephen rubbed his hands and said:

    -- ts game ball. e can scut t be in till after ions on techism, Dedalus.

    Stepened to talk about ime to time by saying:

    -- S up,  make suc!

    It range too t o trines of trating into obscure silences only to ion. tence of saint James  becomes guilty of all, o  a sate. From t all otempt of otousness In using money for t reaco and calumnious murmuring against ttonous enjoyment of food, tual and bodily sloth in which his whole being had sunk.

    As  in  tors sself in and out of tions proposed to it. If a man olen a pound in  pound to amass a une o give back, tolen only or togeterest accruing upon it or all une? If a layman in giving baptism pour ter before saying tized? Is baptism er valid?  t itude promises to t titude promises also to t t of t instituted under t body and blood, soul and divinity, in tiny particle of ted bread contain all t or a part only of to vinegar and t crumble into corruption after ted, is Jesus C still present under their species as God and as man?

    -- here he is! here he is!

    A boy from  at tor come from tec upon tly. tor entered and took  on tle kick from tall boy in tepo ask a difficult question.

    tor did not ask for a cateco he desk and said:

    -- treat ernoon in  Francis Xavier urday. treat o Friday. On Friday confession er beads. If any boys  ter for t to curday morning at nine oclock and general communion for turday  Saturday and Sunday being free days some boys migo t Monday is a free day also. Be mistake. I to make t mistake.

    -- I sir? hy, sir?

    A little  mirtors grim smile. Step began sloo fold and fade hering flower.

    tor  on gravely:

    -- You are all familiar ory of t Francis Xavier, I suppose, tron of your college. rious Spanis  follo Ignatius. t in Paris y. t nobleman and man of letters entered  and soul into t   by saint Ignatius to preaco tle of t from country to country in t, from Africa to India, from India to Japan, baptizing to ized as many as ten ters in one mont is said t  arm en over tized. o go to Co ill more souls for God but  saint, saint Francis Xavier! A great soldier of God!

    tor paused and t on:

    --  moves mountains. ten t is a true conqueror, true to tto of our order: ad majorem Dei gloriam! A saint ercede for us in our grief; poo obtain  be for to obtain for us to repent if  saint, saint Francis Xavier! A great fisher of souls!

    o sing t  and left of t eners out of ern eyes.

    In to a taep  t feels the simoom coming from afar.

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    -- Remember only t t not sin for ever - aken, my dear little brot, from tes, seventer, fortiet. Amen.

    Step in t benc at a table to t of tar.  er, so strangely rearisen, brougo Step Clongoctle cemetery off t on to him, became again a childs soul.

    -- e are assembled oday, my dear little brot, for one brief moment far ale of ter o celebrate and to est of saints, tle of tron saint also of your college, saint Francis Xavier. Year after year, for muctle boys, can remember or t in to make treat before t day of tron saint. time   its c fe remember? Many of t in t bencant lands, in tropics, or immersed in professional duties or in seminaries, or voyaging over t expanse of t may be, already called by t God to anoto te saint is reat on t day set apart by our o transmit to all test sons of catholic Spain.

    -- Noreat and  salutary practice for all ruly cian life? A retreat, my dear boys, signifies a o examine tate of our conscience, to reflect on teries of o understand better o put before you some ts concerning t tec, ry to understand t anding of ting benefit to our souls. And remember, my dear boys, t o to do Gods o save our immortal souls. All else is ion of ones soul.  dot profit a man to gain tal soul? Ac can make up for such a loss.

    -- I o put as, ion, and to give all your attention to tate of your souls. I need  during treat all boys are expected to preserve a quiet and pious demeanour and to s tom is not infringed and I look especially to ts and officers of ty of Our Blessed Lady and of ty of to set a good example to tudents.

    -- Let us try, to make treat in  Francis  and our , above and beyond all, let treat be one to o  foundation of a pious ian life. And if, as may so  t in tterable misfortune to lose Gods o fall into grievous sin, I fervently trust and pray t treat may be turning point in t soul. I pray to God ts of  Francis Xavier, t suco sincere repentance and t t Franciss day of ting covenant bet soul. For just and unjust, for saint and sinner alike, may treat be a memorable one.

    -- tle brot. tention, by your oion, by your out t, es, s sin for ever.  t and t, if  o o come, in t end - a blessing, my dear boys, . Amen!

    As  companions, a to compass ed in stupor of mind till it s and reveal  e ite and es lay abandoned on table,  to tongue and licking it from o tate of a beast t licks er meat. t glimmer of fear began to pierce t t into treet. Forms passed t t. And t ters of tence. tening and congealing into a gross grease, plunging ever deeper in its dull fear into a sombre tening dusk less and dis of darkened eyes, urbed, and o stare upon.

    t day broug, stirring s listless despair. t glimmer of fear became a terror of spirit as to s agony.  toucremities and creep ono, t centres of tinguis s oozing upon t tly and more faintly, all but vanquis, sobbing and sigtling in t. No o . Nail it doo a  out of t it out of mens sigo a long o to rot, to feed ts creeping o be devoured by scuttling plump-bellied rats.

    And anding in tears by t t moment of consciousness t ime to reflect, tood terrified before t seat. God, , pleading  time to repent, sparing it yet a time ime o sin and to enjoy, time o scoff at God and at time o defy y, to disobey o o commit sin after sin and to ion from t of men. But t time  urn: and  to be s lurking place, t rebellious against t degrading to our poor corrupt nature, tiniest imperfection and t rocity.  did it avail to  emperor, a great general, a marvellous inventor, t learned of t seat of God. ant ant after ticular judgement o to tory or o hell.

    Nor  all. Gods justice ill to be vindicated before men: after ticular till remained t. t day  ars of  by tree  , appeared glorious and terrible against t on t on trumpet time. ts of time is, time  time s t blast ty to, ricle and simple,  be born, all ters of Adam, all are assembled on t supreme day. And lo, t poy, attended by nine cies, poues, tions, cent, God Everlasting.  t limits of space, even In ttomless abyss. Supreme Judge, from ence t to er into ternity of bliss prepared for t s from y: Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire orn apart from friend, corn from ts,  o to o ty pero tried to lead  pato a kind broto a loving sister, to t it is too late: t turn acer. O you es, O, you o t fare  terrible day?

    And t come: t. It is appointed unto man to die and after deat. Deatain. time and manner are uncertain, : t an tle expect , seeing t you may die at any moment. Deat, brougo t parents, are tals t close our eartence, tals t open into tals t pass, alone, unaided save by its good  friend or brot or master to , alone and trembling. Let t t be ever before our minds and t sin. Deaterror to t for  paties of ation in life, attending to  frequently and performing good and merciful  man, deaterror. as it not Addison, t Engliser, o let ian can meet  is and ian, w:

    O grave, wory?

    O deating?

    Every  o  no ering in sin. Yes, t. Gods turn  in its lair s o ts of trumpet o t. ttered in an instant uous peace. t day bles of ion, fled before terror and huddled under a mane of hair.

    As  lauge  more strongly trumpet blast, and, not daring to lift urned aside and gazed, as o tangled sten  and flooded . If so  orn and trampled upon  boyis c poetry? tails of ank under rils. t-coated packet of pictures ures and by s ters ten in ty confession and carried secretly for days and days only to t among t come upon tly. Mad! Mad! as it possible  broke out upon hin his brain.

    ried to raise s abject pooo far from oo great and stern and too pure and   ood near Emma in a  and kissed the elbow of her sleeve.

    In tender lucid evening sky, a cloud drifting oget y t   offended y is not like earty, dangerous to look upon, but like tar o ts:

    -- take ep is a beautiful evening no loves anot. take ogetogets will love eacher.

    t lig filtered t blind and t of oucicks upon tar t gleamed like ttle-worn mail armour of angels.

    Rain  er ain tops. All life ter of ty days and forty nigill ters covered th.

    It mig?

    -- s soul and opened its mout any limits - aken, my dear little brot Jesus, from ter, fourteent. Amen.

    took a cc ane and, s dial for a moment in silence, placed it silently before able.

    o speak in a quiet tone.

    -- Adam and Eve, my dear boys,  parents, and you  ted by God in order t ts in  vacant by t be filled again. Lucifer, old,  and mig  of t of o   say. t it  conceived in an instant: non serviam: I  serve. t instant was his ruin.

    y of God by t of one instant and God cast  of o hell for ever.

    -- Adam and Eve ed by God and placed in Eden, in t lovely garden resplendent  and colour, teeming  vegetation. tful earty: beasts and birds s: t to, disease and poverty and deat a great and generous God could do for t tion imposed on to  to eat of t of tree.

    -- Alas, my dear little boys, too fell. t, tlest of all ts of t one, could not bear to t man, a being of clay, sance o  promise! - t if se of t to tempter. Se t also to Adam o resist ongue of Satan s hey fell.

    -- And t garden, calling ure man to account: and Mic, y pair and drove to triving, of cruelty and disappointment, of labour and o earn t of t even took pity on our poor degraded parents and promised t in time o t One, t Redeemer of fallen man, o be Gods only begotten Son, t Blessed trinity, ternal ord.

    -- er for ty years until t forto men to he new gospel.

    -- Did ten? Yes, tened but   as a fool, set aside to give place to a public robber, scourged led treets by tripped of s and  and er and blood issued continually.

    -- Yet even t y for mankind. Yet even t es of  prevail.  upon t s and sacrifice, and promised t if men ill enter into eternal life; but if, after all t ill persisted in ternity of torment: hell.

    tant, parted then he resumed:

    -- No us try for a moment to realize, as far as ure of t abode of tice of an offended God o existence for ternal punis of sinners. rait and dark and foul-smelling prison, an abode of demons and lost souls, filled raitness of to puniso be bound by ive  least some liberty of movement,  only  so in  number of togeto be four tterly bound and , as a blessed saint, saint Anselm, es in udes, t even able to remove from t gna.

    -- terior darkness. For, remember, t. As, at t its  but not its lig taining tensity of its , burns eternally in darkness. It is a never ending storm of darkness, dark flames and dark smoke of burning brimstone, amid ten one plague alone, t of darkness, o to last not for t for all eternity?

    -- trait and dark prison is increased by its aencold, so a vast reeking seion of t day one, too, y fills all s intolerable stencilential odour t, as saint Bonaventure says, one of to infect t pure element, becomes foul and unbreat  must be trid corpse t ting and decomposing in tion. Imagine suco flames, devoured by tone and giving off dense cion. And tenciplied a millionfold and a millionfold again from tid carcasses massed togetting ench of hell.

    -- But tenc,  is, test porment to orment of fire is test torment to  ed ures. Place your finger for a moment in t our earted by God for t of man, to maintain in o s, ed by God to torture and punisant sinner. Our eart tacks is more or less combustible, so t y ing cions to crate its action. But tone roys at time as it burns, so t tense it is ter is its duration; but ty, t it preserves t  rages ensity, it rages for ever.

    -- Our eartter  may be, is aled extent; but ttomless. It is on record t tion by a certain soldier, o confess t if a o t ant like a piece of errible fire  afflict t, but eac soul self, ts very vitals. O, errible is t of tc in t gloing, t mass of burning pulp, tender eyes flaming like molten balls.

    -- And yet rengty and boundlessness of to its intensity, an intensity  c of soul and body alike. It is a fire  of its oivity but as an instrument of Divine vengeance. As ters of baptism cleanse t torture t ortured and every faculty of trable utter darkness, tions, taste ter, leprous corruption, nameless suffocating filtouc goads and spikes, ongues of flame. And torments of tal soul is tortured eternally in its very essence amid ty of tent God and fanned into everlasting and ever-increasing fury by the God-head.

    -- Consider finally t torment of t ts, as if by instinct, soever is deadly or ful to turned - t of family or country, of ties, of relations one anotorture and rage intensified by tortured and raging like ty is forgotten. test corners of t abyss. t God and of red for t times it om to punis ing o t. tention of times, o punisful and eful beasts. But s compared ion s of tted t seeds of evil t suggestions led to sin, tempted and allured tue. turn upon t t is too late noance.

    -- Last of all consider tful torment to tempters and tempted alike, of t t Catten t, ratant on sucful monster, so il track of red coals. tiful angels, iful. t t souls  is to temptings of friends? urn aside from your pious practices and good  evil companion?  give up t le impure ?  listen to t, even after you  or time, repent of your evil urn to God ance to absolve you of your sins? Noime for repentance ime is, time  time sime o sin in secrecy, to indulge in t sloto covet to yield to tings of your loure, to live like ts of ts of t least, are but brutes and o guide time  time so you by so many voices, but you   crus t pride and anger in your , you  restore tten goods, you  obey ts of your tend to your religious duties, you  abandon t avoid temptations. Sucormentors, aunting and of reproacred and of disgust. Of disgust, yes! For even tible ures, a rebellion of tellect: and t turn aed and disgusted, from templation of trages and defiles temple of t, defiles and pollutes himself.

    -- O, my dear little brot, may it never be our lot to  language! May it never be our lot, I say! In t day of terrible reckoning I pray fervently to God t not a single soul of today may be found among t Judge so depart for ever from , t not one of us may ever ence of rejection: Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire whe devil and his angels!

    rembling as t oucly fingers. aircase and into ts and erproofs ed malefactors,  every step

    hrough space.

    grip t and sat   random and poring over it. Every rue. God  ime to be conscious of t? Yes? oget felt tongues of flames, dried up as it felt about it tifling air.  t. Again a enement of t forth from his skull like a corolla, shrieking like voices:

    -- hell! hell! hell! hell! hell!

    Voices spoke near him:

    -- On hell.

    -- I suppose  into you well.

    -- You bet  us all into a blue funk.

    -- tS : and plenty of it to make you work.

    died. God ill. ill in tate and Vincent ood at talking, jesting, gazing out at their heads.

    -- I  by Mala t be knee-deep.

    -- It might clear up, sir.

    t  of tly brotle as tranquilly, lulled his aching soul.

    till time. O Mary, refuge of sinners, intercede for h!

    tory. Royal persons, favourites, intriguers, bise poms be did it profit a man to gain t  last ood: and -like men laboured in brot mounds. touc ouco ansion of er ude of y and contrition.

    o deptrite peace, no longer able to suffer t prayer. Aill be spared;  in  and be forgiven; and t o make up for t: a w.

    -- All, God! All, all!

    A messenger came to to say t confessions remulous c, no stronger ttle , listening and suffering silently, o  t, feeling it close and quail, listening to tter of its ventricles.

    No escape. o confess, to speak out in er sin. how? how?

    -- Father, I.

    t slid like a cold so ender fles not t, sincerely; but not t  God  to be offended  dare to confess in tter abjection of spirit ely of ts about him.

    time passed.

    again in t benc   fell slo seemed t t day  all souls .

    -- I am cast a of taken, my dear little brot, from tieter, ty-t. Amen.

    to speak in a quiet friendly tone. ly tips.

    -- tion upon o make ion of place. e endeavoured, t is, to imagine ion, terial cer of t aorments ure of tual torments of hell.

    -- Sin, remember, is a ty. It is a base consent to tings of our corrupt nature to tincts, to t  is also a turning aure, from all t is pure and al sin is punis forms of punis, pual.

    Noual pains by far test is t, in fact, t in itself it is a torment greater t test doctor of tor, as  t damnation consists in t tanding of man is totally deprived of divine ligion obstinately turned aely good, and t be a loss infinitely painful. In t a very clear idea of  ter torment, anding of t and t t it t it for ever. At tant of deat once flies toore of ence. Remember, my dear little boys, our souls long to be o God:   of our brain, every instant of life proceeds from Gods inexible goodness. And if it be pain for a moto be parted from o be exiled from o be sundered from friend, O t pain,  be for to be spurned from tor  soul into existence from notained it in life and loved it o be separated for ever from its greatest good, from God, and to feel t separation, kno it is uncest torment he pain of loss.

    t t as in dead bodies refaction, so in t tual remorse from trefaction of sin, ting of conscience, t t, of triple sting. t sting inflicted by t pleasures. O  be! In t, t s of researcistic pleasures ures and ot treasures, ed in table s, ten erous ted. to to suffer in o t t tal, for vain s, for a tingling of t indeed: and ting of te and fruitless sorroted. Divine justice insists t tanding of tcinually on ty, and moreover, as saint Augustine points out, God  to t sin o ts  appears to t but it oo late and ted. t and deepest and most cruel sting of time and opportunity to repent and . You o aid you. You er of God to preaco you, to call you back o forgive you your sins, no matter ed. No. You . You flouted ters of urned your back on to you, tened you, entreated you to return to  s misery! treated you, a creature of clay, to love o keep . And noo flood all ears if you could still  sea of repentance  gain for you ear of true repentance sal life o repent: In vain. t time is gone: gone for ever.

    -- Sucing of conscience, ts core of tc filled  to sucempted ternity and even revile and curse tience ted but ice and po evade.

    -- t spiritual pain to ension. Man, in t capable of t once, inasmucs and counteracts anot as one poison frequently corrects anotrary, one torment, instead of counteracting anot still greater force: and, moreover, as ternal faculties are more perfect ternal senses, so are t as every sense is afflicted ting torment, so is every spiritual faculty; tive faculty ernate longing and rage, tanding erior darkness more terrible even terior darkness ent t be, less duration, a frigate of red God bears to it.

    -- Opposed to tension and yet coexistent  y. re of evils and, as you knoense at tres t test points. traries or admixtures of any kind to temper or soften in t t to ted, inual torment: kno, ed , so muced by all creatures from tion doo t plant in t, ensely. In t very long or not very great because nature eits or puts an end to t. But in orments cannot be overcome by , for ensity t time of continual variety, eaco speak, taking fire from anot ill fiercer flame. Nor can nature escape from tense and various tortures by succumbing to tained and maintained in evil so t its suffering may be ter. Boundless extension of torment, incredible intensity of suffering, unceasing variety of torture - t ty, so outraged by sinners, demands; t ted and set aside for tful and lo fles t Lamb of God, sion of sinners, trampled upon by t of ts upon.

    -- Last and croorture of all tortures of t aernity of ernity! O, dread and dire ernity!  mind of man can understand it? And remember, it is an eternity of pain. Even t so terrible as t te, as tined to last for ever. But  time, as you knoolerably intense, unbearably extensive. to bear even ting of an insect for all eternity orment.  must it be, to bear tortures of ernity! Not for a year or for an age but for ever. try to imagine ten seen ts tiny grains! And iny little grains go to make up ts play. Noain of t sand, a million miles o t ending to remotest space, and a million miles in tless particles of sand multiplied as often as t, drops of er in ty ocean, featoms in t expanse of t at ttle bird came to t mountain and carried as beak a tiny grain of t sand. uries  bird  of t mountain,   at t immense stretcime not even one instant of eternity could be said to  trillions of years eternity ain rose again after it  all a so rose and sank as many times as tars in toms in ter in trees, feat t immeasurably vast mountain not one single instant of eternity could be said to  ter t eon of time t of y would scarcely have begun.

    -- A  (one of our o o  ood in t of a great  save for ticking of a great clock. ticking  on unceasingly; and it seemed to t t ticking ition of to be in o be in o be s off from to enjoy tific vision; ever to be eaten o be free from to o escape; ever to curse and revile t fiendiso be of ts; ever to cry out of to God for an instant, a single instant, of respite from suco receive, even for an instant, Gods pardon; ever to suffer, never to enjoy; ever to be damned, never to be saved; ever, never; ever, never. O, ernity of endless agony, of endless bodily and spiritual torment,  one ray of  one moment of cessation, of agony limitless in intensity, of torment infinitely varied, of torture t sustains eternally t ernally devours, of anguis everlastingly preys upon t ernity, every instant of ernity of al sin by an almig God.

    -- Yes, a just God! Men, reasoning alonis God se out an everlasting and infinite punis in tanding, to compreal sin. to compre even venial sin is of sucure t even if tent Creator could end all tion t o pass unpunis of  omnipotent God could not do so because sin, be it in t or deed, is a transgression of  be God if  punisransgressor.

    -- A sin, an instant of rebellious pride of tellect, made Lucifer and a t of t of angels fall from tant of folly and  of Eden and brougo to retrieve t sin tten Son of God came doo eart painful deathe cross.

    -- O, my dear little bret Jesus,  good Redeemer and provoke rample again upon t torn and mangled corpse? ill  upon t face so full of sorrooo, like tal soldiers, mock t gentle and compassionate Saviour rod alone for our sake tender side. Every sinful act is a t, deliberately yielded to, is a keen lance transfixing t sacred and loving . No, no. It is impossible for any o do t  y of agony, t whe Son of God and makes a mockery of him.

    -- I pray to God t my poor o confirm in ate of grace, to strengto lead back to tate of grace t rayed if any suco God, and do you pray   of our sins. I o repeat after me t of contrition, kneeling abernacle burning o comfort ted. Be not afraid. No matter  of t no  ternal deat rat ed and live.

    -- o  of noto receive you even t o able time. Nohe hour.

    t rose and, turning toar, knelt upon tep before tabernacle in ted till all in t and every least noise ill. ted t of contrition, pepongue cleaving to e, bowed .

    -- O my God! --

    -- O my God! --

    -- I am ily sorry --

    -- I am ily sorry --

    -- for hee --

    -- for hee --

    -- and I detest my sins --

    -- and I detest my sins --

    -- above every other evil --

    -- above every other evil --

    -- because thee, my God --

    -- because thee, my God --

    --  so deserving --

    --  so deserving --

    -- of all my love --

    -- of all my love --

    -- and I firmly purpose --

    -- and I firmly purpose --

    -- by thy holy grace --

    -- by thy holy grace --

    -- never more to offend thee --

    -- never more to offend thee --

    -- and to amend my life --

    -- and to amend my life --

    up to er dinner in order to be alone  every step o sig every step ed , sig, through a region of viscid gloom.

    ed on ted in fear, ly t deat not touc t in darkness mig be given poill at t trance to some dark cave. Faces ed and ched.

    -- e knely  t o come to t y in endeavouring to try to induce o try to endeavour to ascertain tual plenipotentiary and so ly well--

    Murmuring faces ed and censely in spirit and in fles, raising rode into told  tely no sense old  it was simply he door open.

    ly to t beside it and covered  and c ing s. o be alone o examine o meet o face, to recall times and manners and circumstances, to  o  only an acanding, flesh, benumbed and weary.

    t o scatter s and over-cloud  tes of ted flesimidly to forgive o ts closely about

    o be called Gods child.

    Could it be t eply, filtime after time, and, ence, o abernacle itself  God  struck  rove to forget t of prayer, oget t be bound and, t fast, ig to ill rain of il tant and then opened. he saw.

    A field of stiff les and tufted nettle-buncufts of rank stiff groered canisters and clots and coils of solid excrement. A faint mars struggling upling grey-green  and foul as t, curled upers and from tale crusted dung.

    Creatures ures isures ly bearded and grey as india-rubber. ttered in trailing tails beus of cruel malignity lit up greyly t orn flannel coat, anotonously as uck in tufted  language issued from ttleless lips as tails amid ttling canisters. to enclose, to enclose, soft language issuing from tails besmeared ale se, ting uperrific faces

    help!

    s from o free  inking, bestial, malignant, a ish fiends. For him! For him!

    , clogging and revolting rails. Air! tumbled to fainting  tand a convulsion seized ed profusely in agony.

    itself o ting t in a corner of t to point of ligy   cocoon of yelloly luminous and t to breat drencs and quiet fragrance  .

    he prayed:

    --  to come on eart  safely visit us but y and a bedimmed radiance for  in poure in ead, ures comeliness and lustre suited to our state. And noo us of ternal not like earty, dangerous to look upon, but like tar y, telling of  of till as t led. In t, across to our lord Jesus, guide us home.

    ears and, looking o  for t.

    t touc closed beears. Confess! Confess! It  enougo lull tear and a prayer. o kneel before ter of t and tell over ruly and repentantly. Before board of trail over t opened to let able in tc for supper  and confessed. It e simple.

    tly treets. tones on tpat street and so many streets in t City and so many cities in t eternity al sin. Even once al sin. It could ant. But   to see. tant it  does t part of tand or , t subtle beast of t must understand ant and ts oant after instant, sinfully. It feels and understands and desires.  a  to be like t, a bestial part of to understand bestially and desire bestially? as t t t of a torpid snaky life feeding itself out of tender marroening upon t. O w so? O why?

    , abasing ? And, co, ely to o drive a was wo his brain.

    t  and o confess every sin. ter in o t . Or  dying of s so be free and sinless again! Per would know. O dear God!

    streets, fearing to stand still for a moment lest it mig  aed o arrive at t tourned iful must be a soul in tate of grace h love!

    Fro along tones before ts. trailed over t beautiful to see as t tate of grace t to see: and God loved them.

    A ing breation bleo feel t to God to tars noained and failing, merged in a moving breat; a tiny soul:  flickered once and  out, forgotten, lost. te.

    Consciousness of place came ebbing back to  tract of time unlit, unfelt, unlived. tself around s, ts in ts and  sa, moving men and  to cross treet, an oilcan in  down and asked here a chapel near.

    -- A creet chapel.

    -- Church?

    Sed to ed   s fringe of s loowards hed by her voice.

    -- thank you.

    -- You are quite welcome, sir.

    tar inguis till floated do tan aiding t gestures and ill lingered praying before one of tars or kneeling in timidly and knelt at t benc s  near oo y and er, cutting boards and planing t spoken of to poor fiseaco be meek and .

    be meek and   be like t beside able as t it rust of terious o ers, trade, rees, mending ts ience.

    A tall figure came doents stirred; and at t moment, glancing up sly,  of a capuc entered tents rose and entered t eit murmur of a voice troubled the silence.

    o murmur in y summoned from its sleep to s doom. Little flakes of fire fell and poroubled by ted air.

    t back. tent emerged from tered quietly and deftly ent . t murmur began again.

    ill leave tand up, put one foot before t softly and tly treets. ill escape from t been any terrible crime but t one sin!  been murder! Little fiery flakes fell and touc all points, ss, ss. Sinually. to say it in words! ifling and o be.

    t back. A penitent emerged from tent entered  . A soft s out of t   whispering vapour, whispering and vanishing.

    ly under cover of t.  one hem all.

    It o be good. Gods yoke  and lig ter never to o tle co come to  errible and a sad to sin. But God o poor sinners   was indeed goodness.

    t to suddenly. tent came out. . ood up in terror and o the box.

    At last it  in t gloom and raised o te crucifix suspended above  ell all  a sinner  t rue. But God o forgive oe form, praying rembling body, s creature, praying h whimpering lips.

    -- Sorry! Sorry! O sorry!

    t bounded in . t  ting, averted from  to bless ed teor in frig t grievous fault hless.

    --  since your last confession, my child?

    -- A long time, father.

    -- A month, my child?

    -- Longer, father.

    -- ths, my child?

    -- Longer, father.

    -- Six months?

    -- Eigher.

    asked:

    -- And  time?

    o confess  said, lies.

    -- Anything else, my child?

    Sins of anger, envy of ottony, vanity, disobedience.

    -- Anything else, my child?

    there was no help. he murmured:

    -- Icommitted sins of impurity, father.

    t did not turn his head.

    -- ith yourself, my child?

    -- Andhers.

    -- ith women, my child?

    -- Yes, father.

    -- ere they married women, my child?

    knoream of vice. t sins oozed forto tell. he bowed his head, overcome.

    t . then he asked:

    -- how old are you, my child?

    -- Sixteen, father.

    t passed imes over ing  oing and, ill averted, spoke slowly. his voice was weary and old.

    -- You are very young, my c me implore of you to give up t sin. It is a terrible sin. It kills t kills t is tunes. Give it up, my c is dis knoc  you. As long as you commit t sin, my poor co God. Pray to our moto o Our Blessed Lady o your mind. I am sure you , ? You repent of all t by   solemn promise to God, ?

    -- Yes, father.

    t rain upon .  and sad!

    -- Do so my poor cray. Drive o empts you to dis   you  sin, t cched sin.

    Blinded by ears and by t of Gods mercifulness  ion spoken and sas oken of forgiveness.

    -- God bless you, my child. Pray for me.

    to say o  like perfume streaming upwards from a  of we rose.

    treets were gay. rode  e of all . he had confessed and God had pardoned him. his soul was made fair and holy once more, holy and happy.

    It iful to die if God so  iful to live in grace a life of peace and virtue and forbearance hers.

    by tc daring to speak for ill t moment  kno doender se of sausages and  in ter te pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea. iful er all! And life lay all before him.

    In a dream  it  morning tohe college.

    t among tar  te flo as his own soul.

    before tar es, ar clotrembling and rembled as  pass  to communicant.

    -- Corpus Domini nostri.

    Could it be?  timid; and ongue t and God er his purified body.

    -- In vitam eternam. Amen.

    Anotue and  rue. It  a dream from .

    -- Corpus Domini nostri.

    the ciborium had come

 Chapter 4

    Sunday ed to tery of trinity, Monday to t, tuesday to to saint Josepo t Blessed Sacrament of tar, Friday to turday to the Blessed Virgin Mary.

    Every morning ery. s every moment of t or action for tentions of tiff and ted e piety; and often as  among t tar, folloerleaved prayer-book t, ant toed figure standing in taments, and imagined t  mass in tacombs.

    in devotional areas. By means of ejaculations and prayers ored up ungrudgingly for tory centuries of days and quarantines and years; yet tual triump in ac ed by  in t of torial fire,   everlasting,  avail no more ture, ion.

    Every part of  ies of ation in life, circled about its ore of spiritual energy. o o eternity; every t, ance of consciousness could be made to revibrate radiantly in  times e repercussion  o feel ion pressing like fingers t caser and to see t of art fortely in  as a number but as a frail column of incense or as a slender flower.

    too, ly - for rousers pockets t  tell treets - transformed to coronals of floure t to s t  grorong in eacues, in faited  ified riple prayer o teries.

    On eac one of ts of t mig of it day by day t in t; and  on its appointed day, confident t it range to  times t anding and knoinct in ture t eac from t  at some future stage of ual progress ty rinity. repidation, because of t te, y o sin against ernal mysterious secret Being to s offered up mass once a year, robed in t of tongues of fire.

    ture and kinsrinity ing from all eternity as in a mirror ions and tting eternally ternal Son and t proceeding out of Faternity - ance by  incomprey t t God ernity, for ages before o tself ed.

    e pronounced solemnly on tage and in t,  forto ime or to force o utter tion. A brief anger en invested  o make it an abiding passion and   of it as if ed er skin or peel.  a subtle, dark, and murmurous presence penetrate ous lust: it, too, . t seemed,  te his soul would harbour.

    But y of love, since God ernity. Gradually, as ual knorical expression of Gods po for every moment and sensation of  of a single leaf ree, s solid substance and complexity no longer existed for y. So entire and unquestionable ure granted to  and  inue to live. Yet t  of t question its use,  ternal omnipresent perfect reality ook up again ies, masses and prayers and sacraments and mortifications, and only t time since  mystery of love did  like t of some neue of tself. ttitude of rapture in sacred art, ted ed lips and eyes as of one about to s before or.

    But ual exaltation and did not allo from even t or lo devotion, striving also by constant mortification to undo t rato acliness fraug under a rigorous discipline. In order to mortify t  o reet  eyes, glancing neito rig and never beer ime to time also  of ting tence and closing to mortify ed no control over led, and made no attempt to flee from noises ion suc. to mortify  as inctive repugnance to bad odours s.  t ain stale fisink like t of long-standing urine; and  odour. to mortify taste ised strict s at table, observed to tter all ts of t by distraction to divert  foods. But it o tification of touc t assiduous ingenuity of inventiveness. ion in bed, sat in t uncomfortable positions, suffered patiently every itc a at t part of  air miging t saying iffly at s or clasped behind him.

    emptations to sin mortally. It surprised o find t at tricate piety and self-restraint  tions. s availed tle for t  being disturbed in ions. It needed an immense effort of o master to give outlet to sucation. Images of tbursts of trivial anger ed among ers, tc lips and fluso ice of y, by to merge ide of oting or prayer and it  failure to do to isfaction  a sensation of spiritual dryness togets and scruples. raversed a period of desolation in o urned into dried-up sources. ed imperfections. ual reception of t did not bring s of virginal self-surrender as did tual communions made by imes at t to t. ts ed book ten by saint Alpers and sere foxpapered leaves. A faded  love and virginal responses seemed to be evoked for s pages in ers prayers. An inaudible voice seemed to caress telling ains of to anser ubera mea commorabitur.

    ttraction for

    once again by tent voices of to murmur to ations. It gave ense sense of poo kno  of consent, in a moment of t, undo all t o feel a flood slooo be ing for t faint timid noiseless  to touc at tant of t touc at t, anding far a of tion; and, seeing ts slooisfaction so kno  yielded nor undone all.

    emptation many times in troubled and  being filctle by little. titude of y greo it succeeded a vague fear t  y t ate of grace by telling  o God at every temptation and t t o o give it. temptations s last trut  trials of ts. Frequent and violent temptations  tadel of t fallen and t to make it fall.

    Often ary inattention at prayer, a movement of trivial anger in le ion y and sed of it once more. It ed and so t  ues or perfections  attain. A restless feeling of guilt   and be absolved, confess and repent again and be absolved again, fruitlessly. Per first y confession  sign t   of his life.

    -- I ? he asked himself

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    tor stood in to t, leaning an elboepood before   above t movements of tly fingers. ts face otal s t from beoucemples and teps and intervals of ts voice as  tion ransference of masters. t on easily s tale and in tep bound to set it on again ful questions.  tale or ruggled to find tless time  in ting for tor to come in, ure to anoto anotil t become clear. t as  some unforeseen cause mig tor from coming, urning and tane.

    tor o speak of t t Bonaventure. t, oo

    Steps indulgent smile and, not being anxious to give an opinion,  dubitative movement h his lips.

    -- I believe, continued tor, t talk no and folloher franciscans.

    -- I suppose tain it in ters? said Stephen.

    -- O certainly, said tor. For ter it is all rig for treet I really t ter to do a, dont you?

    -- It must be troublesome, I imagine.

    -- Of course it is, of course. Just imagine  cycling in all kinds of  t hem in Belgium.

    to be indistinct.

    --  do them?

    -- Les jupes.

    -- O!

    Stepo t see on ts ss image or spectre only passing rapidly across  accent fell upon  t yellow glow winy flame kindling upon his cheek.

    ticles of dress ain soft and delicate stuffs used in t alo e and sinful perfume. As a boy  so feel at Stradbrooke t oo,  time beneatremulous fingers ttle texture of a ocking for, retaining not e, it -uffs t o conceive of tender life.

    But ts lips  s speak lig tly  t ever  of jesuits  aside frankly as not borne out by ers, even tracted o elligent and serious priests, atic and ed prefects.  of ter and   en escaped punis. During all ters a flippant  augian doctrine and urged o live a good life and,  o grace. t of   of ion in Belvedere. A constant sense of to t year of urbulent companions to seduce  of quiet obedience; and, even atement of a master, o doubt openly. Lately some of ts tle c and pity as t of an accustomed  time. One day  say:

    -- I believe t Lord Macaulay ed a mortal sin in  is to say, a deliberate mortal sin.

    Some of t if Victor  test Frencer. t  Victor ten urned against tten wholic.

    -- But t Frencics, said t, or  as ainly .

    tiny flame  an unresting doubt fleal circumstance in t tcs in Clongoing slim jim out of  cap. Some jesuits rack in tain expressions used in Clongoe caves of his mind.

    ening to tant ec t was addressing  voice.

    -- I sent for you today, Stepo speak to you on a very important subject.

    -- Yes, sir.

    --  t you ion?

    Steped o ans ed for the answer and added:

    -- I mean,  o join think.

    -- I imes t of it, said Stephen.

    t let to one side and, uniting h himself.

    -- In a college like t lengto ty, by to oto by t by s. And you, Step of Our Blessed Ladys sodality. Pero call to himself.

    A strong note of pride reinforcing ty of ts voice made Step quicken in response.

    to receive t call, Step, is test  ty God can besto of God. No angel or arc, not even t of God: to bind and to loose from sin, to cast out from tures of God ts t y, to make t God of ar and take t an aephen!

    A flame began to flutter again on Stepen

    ood in reverence! o muse in secret on t-mannered priest, entering a confessional sly, ascending tarsteps, incensing, genuflecting, accompliss of ty and of tance from it. In t dim life s.  ly like suc of sucurned to tar again after  o fill ty of celebrant because it displeased o imagine t all t tual so o be vested unicle of subdeacon at o stand aloof from tar, forgotten by ten s folds or, and as deacon in a dalmatic of clotep belo, o Ite missa est. If ever  it ures of t ar, and served by an acolyte scarcely more boyisal acts alone o go forto encounter reality; and it ly ted rite ion wo cover o give.

    ened in reverent silence noo ts appeal and tinctly a voice bidding  kno po t t for s, of oto  rendered immune mysteriously at ion by tion of aminated to te peace of tar. No touce and break t; no touco make  and drink damnation to  discerning t kno po, and  for ever according to the order of Melchisedec.

    -- I omorroor, t Almigo you  you, Stepo your ron saint, t martyr,  be quite sure, Step you ion because it errible if you found after you  al, remember. Your catecells you t t of  imprints on tual mark  er. It is a solemn question, Step may depend tion of your eternal soul. But o God together.

    o a companion in tual life. Step on to tform above teps and oers cet of young men riding along epping to tina. tant, as t bars of sudden music alastic fabrics of  turrets of c trivial air o ts face and, seeing in it a mirtion of tacly in the companionship.

    As eps troubled self-communion  of a mirting a sunken day from t  aed  material cares.  nigiate and  dismay  morning in tory. troubling odour of to  murmur of t once from every part of  began to irradiate. A feveriss ed and sank as if  unsustaining air and  again t er.

    Some instinct,  tronger tion or piety, quickened  every near approaco t life, an instinct subtle and ile, and armed  acquiescence. to early mass and trying vainly to struggle  ting sickness of omacting at dinner y of a college. , t deep-rooted so eat or drink under a strange roof?   w in every order?

    tephen Dedalus, S.J.

    neo cers before o it tal sensation of an undefined face or colour of a face. trong like a c ten seen on ry mornings on ts? t, s inges of suffocated anger. as it not a mental spectre of ts hers Foxy Campbell?

    t moment before t reet and  teness of  o imagined uary, at te and irrevocable act of ened to end for ever, in time and in eternity, or urging upon ery and poly office repeated itself idly in  to  it and  tation ened to o an idle formal tale. abernacle as priest. iny o be elusive of social or religious orders. ts appeal did not touco tined to learn  from oto learn the world.

    ts  fallen but ly, in an instant. Not to fall oo oo  t lapse of   some instant to come, falling, falling, but not yet fallen, still unfallen, but about to fall.

    ream of tolka and turned ant toood fo of poor cottages. to t, o  dour stink of rotted cabbages came to it agnation of vegetable life,  laug of t solitary farmc. A second laugaking rise from t after a pause, broke from arily as  of  urn ts of tfully plunging h.

    co tcers ting round table. tea  of tered tea remained in ttoms of ts s and lumps of sugared bread, turned broea able. Little ea lay uck turnover.

    t grey-blue gloly a sudden instinct of remorse in Step. All t o ; but t glow of evening sheir faces no sign of rancour.

    near t table and asked wher were. One answered:

    -- Goneboro toboro lookboro atboro aboro houseboro.

    Still anoten asked en. A frown of scorn darkened quickly ioner.

    he asked:

    -- s a fair question?

    -- Becauseboro tboro usboro outboro.

    t broto sing t in tilly Nigook up til a full cer melody, glee after glee, till t pale ligill t dark nig fell.

    ed for some moments, listening, before oo took up tening  to tone of  out on lifes journey the way.

    ciplied tion of tions of ce of ering upon it. And  Neterance, like ture o t pain and  ter time.

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    no longer.

    From to te of Clontarf Ce of Clontail Co to to t first, planting eps scrupulously in tcpatiming to tutor, to find out for  ty. For a full ing: but  no longer.

    off abruptly for t le migs  the police barrack and was safe.

    Yes, ile to tless silence. Yet rust pricked  coldly crengtagonism gat y and o of a first noiseless sundering of their lives.

    ty! So ries o keep   be subject to ter satisfaction uplifted o serve yet did not see o escape by an unseen pat beckoned to ure  to be opened to  seemed to  es of fitful music leaping upone and doriple-brancfully, flame after flame, out of a midnig  greer, t of time, o ures racing, t pattering like rain upon t passed in pattering tumult over  of s, t of s and elopes, until hem no more and remembered only a proud cadence from Newman:

    --  are as t of s and underneating arms.

    t dim image brougo y of t  to be iny and urned aside, obeying a inct. Noime lay betion  his body. he had refused. hy?

    urned sea Dollymount and as o t tramp of . A squad of cian brots o pass, trembling and resounding. tained yellorove to look at t stain of personal sion rose to ried to o ter under t ill saion top-s and ape-like collars and loosely-hes.

    -- Brother hickey.

    Brother Quaid.

    Brother MacArdle.

    Brother Keogh.--

    ty  ell  trite s, it migribute of devotion t tenfold more acceptable te adoration. It oo tell  if o tes, stripped of en and in beggars  toering, finally, to argue, against e certitude, t t of love bade us not to love our neig and intensity of love but to love he same kind of love.

    reasure and spoke it softly to himself:

    -- A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

    t to glo t self. Did ter tions of legend and colour? Or  t, being as oried templation of an inner ions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?

    rembling bridge on to firm land again. At t instant, as it seemed to oer, ide. A faint click at , a faint t told   strike across t but raig pointed against th.

    A veiled sunlig up faintly t of er s flecked tant still, ty lay prone in y of cendom o imeless air, no older nor more ient of subjection te.

    Disened, oing clouds, dappled and seaborne. ts of t of nomads on t trange tongues and valleyed and  and citadelled and of entrenc conscious of but could not capture even for an instant; to recede, to recede, to recede, and from eacrail of nebulous music te, piercing like a star the world was calling.

    -- ephanos!

    -- he Dedalus!

    -- Ao!E over, Delling you, or Ill give you a stuff in the kisser for yourselfAo!

    -- Good man, towser! Duck him!

    -- Come along, Dedalus! Bous Stepephaneforos!

    -- Duck owser!

    -- help! help!Ao!

    ively before inguis of t medley of  nakedness co te or suffused  or raanned by t of tone, poised on its rude supports and rocking under tones of ter over re. toer; and drencted hair.

    ood still in deference to ter erless t toned collar, Ennis   belt   s! It o see to see t made repellent tiable nakedness. Peraken refuge in number and noise from t dread in t  from t dread ood of tery of his own body.

    -- Stepepephaneforos!

    ter  neo  flattered y. Noo imeless seemed t all ages o  before t of t kingdom of ture of ty. No tificer, o o see a  did it mean? as it a quaint device opening a page of some medieval book of propo serve and s of cist forging aneter of th a new soaring impalpable imperishable being?

    trembled; er and a  passed over  trembled in an ecstasy of fear and . itude and made radiant and commingled  of t. An ecstasy of flig remulous and   limbs.

    -- One! t!

    -- Oh, Cripes, Im drownded!

    -- One! three and away!

    -- t! t!

    -- One!UK!

    -- Stephaneforos!

    aco cry aloud, to cry piercingly of o to  ties and despair, not t o tar. An instant of wild fligriump his brain.

    -- Stephaneforos!

    cerements s and day, titude t   - cerements, the grave?

    e proudly out of t artificer wiful, impalpable, imperishable.

    arted up nervously from tone-block for   t of  burned to set out for t seemed to cry. Evening  fall upon trange fields and hills and faces. here?

    oide  fast along ts. ide and about ts of tclad figures, wading and delving.

    Inca fes , ockings folded in s and ted laces over ed salt-eaten stick out of tsam among ter.

    t in trand and, as s course,  t of sea and olive, it moved beneat, surning. ter of t  and mirrored ting clouds. ting above ly and silently tangle ing below ill and a new wild life was singing in his veins.

    iny, to brood alone upon terfuge to queen it in faded cerements and in   touch? Or where was he?

    o t of life. ed, alone amid a e of  of sangle and veiled grey sunligclad figures of che air.

    A girl stood before ream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. So trange and beautiful seabird. e as a cranes and pure save - to te fringes of  s ed boldly about  and dovetailed be and slig and soft as t of some dark-plumaged dove. But oucal beauty, her face.

    Sill, gazing out to sea; and o  sufferance of  sonness. Long, long sly  toream, gently stirring ter   faint noise of gently moving er broke t and  flame trembled on her cheek.

    -- epburst of profane joy.

    urned arand. rembling. On and on and on and on rode, far out over to to greet t of t o him.

    o asy.  to live, to err, to fall, to triumpo recreate life out of life! A y, an envoy from ts of life, to tant of ecstasy tes of all the ways of error and glory. On and on and on and on!

    ed suddenly and  in t ?

    to  tide urn and already turned landoufted sandknolls and lay do t still t of his blood.

    above  indifferent dome and t aken o .

    rembled as if t t cyclic movement of tcrembled as if t trange ligo some neastic, dim, uncertain as under sea, traversed by cloudy srembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking lig spread in endless succession to itself, breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose, leaf by leaf and s soft flusher.

    Evening ure of  its joy.

    o t of t  te of skyline, tide  to t figures in distant pools.

 Chapter 5

    ery tea to t to cs of fried bread t tered near aring into t like a bog brougo urf-coloured er of tickets at  been rifled and ook up idly one after anote dockets, scrahe pledger as Daly or MacEvoy.

    1 Pair Buskins.

    1 D. Coat.

    3 Articles and e.

    1 Mans Pants.

    t tfully at th louse marks, and asked vaguely:

    --  now?

    raigtered alarm clock t s side in telpiece until its dial ser to t once more on its side.

    -- An y-five minutes, s time noy past ten. t try to be in time for your lectures.

    -- Fill out to wasephen.

    -- Katey, fill out tepo wash.

    -- Boody, fill out tepo wash.

    -- I cant, Im going for blue. Fill it out, you, Maggy.

    ted into t o scrub  into to terstices at the wings of his nose.

    -- ell, its a poor case, sy student is so dirty t o wash him.

    -- But it gives you pleasure, said Stephen calmly.

    An ear-splitting o his hands, saying:

    -- Dry yourself and  for the love of goodness.

    A second sle, prolonged angrily, brougo t of taircase.

    -- Yes, father?

    -- Is your lazy bitc yet?

    -- Yes, father.

    -- Sure?

    -- Yes, father.

    -- hm!

    to o be quick and go out quietly by tephen laughed and said:

    -- ch is masculine.

    -- As a scandalous sepo rue t your foot in t place. I know  has changed you.

    -- Good morning, everybody, said Stepips of his fingers in adieu.

    terrace erlogged and as  do slowly, ceps amid  rubbishe nuns

    madhe wall.

    -- Jesus! O Jesus! Jesus!

    of oss of umbling t already bitten by an acterness. le, terings, to ening to  of  ion; but, as  t falling about rees and smelt trange  leaves and bark, his soul was loosed of her miseries.

    trees of t mann; and t branc joy. y  as ral silver-veined prose of Ne as rand Road, glancing idly at ti and smile; t as  by Bairds stonecutting albot Place t of Ibsen  of  passing a grimy marine dealers s the song by Ben Jonson which begins:

    I  wearier where I lay.

    s searcy amid tral otle or Aquinas turned often for its pleasure to ty songs of ture of a doubting monk, stood often in s age, to enists or ter of -coateers until a laugoo low, a parnisime, of cung his monkish pride and drove him on from his lurking-place.

    to pass  it  ences from Aristotles poetics and psycicae ad mentem divi t and self-mistrust, lit up at moments by tnings of intuition, but lig in ts t  as if it er ongue gre t t of beauty le and t in revery at least ed y. But  of common lives, passing on y fearlessly and  .

    Near t tive man  coming tole steps, tigtoned into e overcoat, and  be eleven, , and peered into a dairy to see time. told  it es to five but, as urned aing eleven strokes in s precision.  for it made  figure in a sing jacket and breecee, standing in t hopkins corner, and heard him say:

    -- Dedalus, youre an antisocial being, . Im a democrat and I `Il  for social liberty and equality among all classes and sexes in ted States of ture.

    Eleven! te for t lecture too.  day of t? opped at a nes to read ten to eleven, Engliso to one, po ure and felt, even at t distance, restless and es meekly bent as te in tebooks ts to note, nominal definitions, essential definitions and examples or dates of birticism side by side.  for s le class of students or out of te gardens of t before  bencs bending fello appealing  y to tabernacle for t  t  tain of t before om of a dream, ts stiff black uprig -like face, priest-like in its palor, in t-like in t ly smiling; and Steply old Cranly of all tumults and unrest and longings in er day and nig, only to be ans y priest o absolve but t  again in memory ts dark womanish eyes.

    trange dark cavern of speculation but at once turned a, feeling t it  yet to enter it. But tslessness seemed to be diffusing in tenuous and deadly exion and be found o anot or left in stolid  tly emptied of instantaneous sense until every mean srickling into t to band and disband thms:

    the wall,

    And he wall,

    the wall,

    Ivy, ivy up the wall.

    Did anyone ever y!   ivory ivy?

    ter ttled tusks of eleps. Ivory, ivoire, avorio, ebur. One of t examples t  in Latin tit ebur; and or rue tamorply Englision of porkers and pots tle in verse from a ragged book ten by a Portuguese priest.

    Contra orator, variant in carmine vates.

    tories and secessions in Roman ory e anto discrimine and ried to peer into ty of cities tor  ime-o toucy years before turned by ty and by y. Yes, tinist as  as tle and lavender and vervain; but yet it   a s at t of ture and t terms of o forge out an estic ple and curious jargons of heraldry and falconry.

    trinity on , set ys ignorance like a dull stone set in a cumbrous ring, pulled riving t to free  from tters of tatue of tional poet of Ireland.

    it  anger; for, t over it like unseen vermin, over t and up t seemed s indignity. It  of  student. It ing name bet t bore  lightly:

    -- Go on, Stevie, I ell me. Call me w you will.

    tian name on touceply reet,  s t flanked ting for ion, tener o and flung it back again, dra by a quiet inbred courtesy of attention or by a quaint turn of old Engliss delig at t of Micly and suddenly by a grossness of intelligence or by a bluntness of feeling or by a dull stare of terror in terror of soul of a starving Irisill a nightly fear.

    Side by side  Davin, te, t s o render t life of t at any cost loved to taugion by ts of Irisood to a line of beauty and to its unales t divided against ttitude as totitude of a dull-ted loyal serf. soever of t or of feeling came to ure ood armed against in obedience to a pass lay beyond England he foreign legion of France in which he spoke of serving.

    Coupling tion epen called ame geese and t of irritation in ted against t very reluctance of speecen to stand betepion, and the hidden ways of Irish life.

    One nig,  stung by t or luxurious language in ual revolt, eprange vision. toreets of the poorer jews.

    -- A to myself, Stevie, last autumn, coming on er, and I never told it to a living soul and you are t person noold it to. I disremember if it ober or November. It ober because it riculation class.

    Stepurned oered by o sympat.

    -- I  day from my otevant.

    -- I dont kno a cevie, t . My first cousin, Fonsy Davin, ripped to  day minding cool for t ime and sing like mad. I never  t day. One of t ime o God ting it at temple. O to God, if t caug time he was done for.

    -- I am glad ep surely ts not trange t  doesnt interest you, but leaster tc I missed train  get any kind of a yoke to give me a lift for, as luck ing t same day over in Castleto only to stay t or to foot it out. ell, I started to  and it o ts better ten miles from Kilmallock and ter t. You  see tian  c. Once or topped by to redden my pipe and only for tretc t. At last, after a bend of ttle cottage  in t up and knocked at t tctevant and  Id be ter. After a  a big mug of milk. So bed alk a long  it strange because  and ired and o stop t t  morning to Queenstoer to see ime salking, Stevie, sood so close to me I could  last sook my o draay t o be frig but ourselves. I didnt go in, Stevie. I t on my  t bend of tanding at the door.

    t ory sang in ory stood forted in ot  Clane as type of -like soul o tself in darkness and secrecy and loneliness and, ture of a  guile, calling tranger to her bed.

    A hand was laid on his arm and a young voice cried:

    -- Aleman, your o oday, gentleman. Buy t lovely buncleman?

    ted to instant images of guilelessness, and ed till the image had vanished and he saw only her ragged dress and damp coarse hair and hoydenish face.

    -- Do, gentleman! Dont forget your own girl, sir!

    -- I ephen.

    -- Buy them lovely ones, will you, sir? Only a penny.

    -- Did you  I said? asked Stepowards her.

    I told you I ell you again now.

    -- ell, sure, you er an instant.

    -- Possibly, said Step I dont t likely.

    --   imacy migurn to jibing and  of to anotourist from England or a student of trinity. Grafton Street, along  of discouraged poverty. In t treet a slab  to tone and   its laying. terness t scene of taribute. tes in a brake and one, a plump smiling young man, ick, a card on he words: Vive lIrlande!

    But trees in Step of rain and ts mortal odour, a faint incense rising ups. t venal city o a faint mortal odour rising from t in a moment ion ot of Buck Egan and Burnchapel haley.

    It oo late to go upstairs to took to t re. t but not unc it  unc because  in Buck ime t staircase t ra-territorial and o have receded in space.

    re and ed in t t struggled ty s leanness and greyness  it udies ligeply and approache fireplace.

    -- Good morning, sir! Can I help you?

    t looked up quickly and said:

    -- One moment no in ligs and s.

    -- I ry to learn it, said Stephen.

    -- Not too muc ask, t is one of ts.

    ts from ts of ane and placed tly among ted papers. Stepcone to kindle tion of ts y temple, a levite of tes robe of plain linen tane draped trouble. ending tar, in bearing tidings secretly, in ing upon riking sly ly or of prelatic beauty. Nay,  service  groo odour of ity - a mortified o ts obedience to t ed down.

    ted back on cicks catcepo fill the silence, said:

    -- I am sure I could not light a fire.

    -- You are an artist, are you not, Mr Dedalus? said t of tist is tion of tiful.  tiful is is anotion.

    y.

    -- Can you solve t question now? he asked.

    -- Aquinas, ansep quae visa placent.

    -- to t tiful?

    -- In so far as it is appre, ellection, it iful. But Aquinas also says Bonum est in quod tendit appetitus. In so far as it satisfies t is an evil.

    -- Quite so, said tainly  the head.

    to it ajar and said:

    -- A draugo be a ters.

    As o tly but ep, Step soul of a jesuit look out at ius  in iuss ent of t subtler and more secret ts fabled books of secret subtle o do, for ter glory of God,  joy in tred of t in t turning ture of obedience back upon t service it seemed as if  at all ter and little, if at all, ter atque senis baculus, aff in an old mans o be leaned on in t nigress of o lie , to be raised in menace.

    turned to to stroke his chin.

    --  to ic question? he asked.

    -- From me! said Steponis. I stumble on an idea once a fortnight if I am lucky.

    -- tions are very profound, Mr Dedalus, said t is like looking doo to trained diver can go doo to the surface again.

    -- If you mean speculation, sir, said Step t be bound by its own laws.

    -- ha!

    -- For my purpose I can  present by t of one or totle and Aquinas.

    -- I see. I quite see your point.

    -- I need til I . If try to trim it. If it does not give lig and buy another.

    -- Epictetus also er  e ations by. You knoetus?

    -- An old gentleman, said Step tful of er.

    -- ells us in  on, t  an iron lamp before a statue of one of t a tole t did ted t it er of a to steal and determined to buy an eart day instead of the iron lamp.

    A smell of molten tallots and fused itself in Step and lamp and lamp and bucket. ts voice, too, one. Steped by instinct, crange tone and ts face or  lay be or ? A dull torpor of tellection and capable of the gloom of God?

    -- I meant a different kind of lamp, sir, said Stephen.

    -- Undoubtedly, said the dean.

    -- One difficulty, said Stepic discussion is to knoerary tradition or according to tradition of tplace. I remember a sentence of Nes. tplace is quite different. I  detaining you.

    -- Not in t, said tely.

    -- No, no, said Stephen, smiling, I mean --

    -- Yes, yes; I see, said te catc: detain.

    forered a dry s cough.

    -- to return to t is also a nice problem. You must c be careful  to overflo, not to pour in more the funnel can hold.

    --  funnel? asked Stephen.

    -- to your lamp.

    -- t? said Step called a funnel? Is it not a tundish?

    --  is a tundish?

    -- t. thefunnel.

    -- Is t called a tundishe word in my life.

    -- It is called a tundisep English.

    -- A tundisively. t is a most interesting  look t .

    esy of manner rang a little false and Step t urned on to ered on tage of jesuit ory range play of intrigue and suffering and envy and struggle and indignity  given te-comer, a tardy spirit. From ? Perers, seeing salvation in Jesus only and abablis.  t faiter of sectarianism and ts turbulent scists, supralapsarian dogmatists? rue co tton some fine-spun line of reasoning upon insufflation on tion of ? Or  touc disciple  t of custom, as  by telling over his church pence?

    ted t again.

    -- tundis is interesting!

    -- tion you asked me a moment ago seems to me more interesting.  is t beauty  struggles to express from lumps of eartephen coldly.

    -- ttle o urned a rapier point of iveness against teous and vigilant foe.   of dejection t to wryman of Ben Jonson. :

    -- t is mine.  are t, ale, master, on  speak or e t unrest of spirit.  made or accepted its s in the shadow of his language.

    -- And to distinguisiful and to distinguisy and material beauty. And to inquire y is proper to eacs. teresting points we migake up.

    Stepened suddenly by tone, ; and tant noise of many boots and confused voices came up taircase.

    -- In pursuing tions, said tion. First you must take your degree. Set t before you as your first aim. ttle by little, you  may be up first. take Mr Moonan. ime before  to top. But  there.

    -- I may not alent, said Steply.

    -- You never knoly. e never can say  certainly s be despondent. Per aspera ad astra.

    t too oversee t arts class.

    Leaning against tep briskly and impartially every Student of t see tudents. A desolating pity began to fall like deered  for tly Loyola, for teadfast of soul tly fat  t of t of tory, at tice for t.

    try of tiss of tudents  tier of tre under to t in all tones until ter Byrne was reached.

    -- here!

    A deep bass note in response came from tier, follo along ther benches.

    t name:

    -- Cranly!

    No answer.

    -- Mr Cranly!

    A smile fleep of udies.

    -- try Leopardstoep Moyniish

    face, outlined on t, . Amid tling of tebooks Stepurned back again and said:

    -- Give me some paper for Gods sake.

    Are you as bad as t? asked Moynih a broad grin.

    ore a s from  down, whispering:

    -- In case of necessity any layman or .

    te obediently on t of paper, tions of tre-like symbols of force and velocity fascinated and jaded Step t freemason. O t seemed a limbo of painless patient consciousness ticians miging long slender fabrics from plane to plane of ever rarer and paler t eddies to t verges of a universe ever vaster, farther and more impalpable.

    -- So  distinguisical and ellipsoidal. Perlemen may be familiar . In one of o play:

    On a clotrue

    ited cue

    And elliptical billiard balls.

    --  ago.

    Moynioephens ear and murmured:

    --  price ellipsoidal balls! che cavalry!

    udents rude  ter of Stepo gay life limp priestly vestments t ting to sy emerged from t-bloments, tudies, tly florid bursar , ttle priest e devout verses, t peasant form of tall form of tal science discussing on telopes, troubled prefect of ty, talian umbling, tumbling and capering, kilting ter, smacking one anot to one anotesting y at some rougwo beheir hands.

    to took do of coils, ble from many points and, bearing it carefully to table,  inoid lately discovered by F. . Martino.

    ials and surname of the discoverer. Moynihan whispered from behind:

    -- Good old Freser Martin!

    -- Ask eps a subject for electrocution. he can have me.

    Moyni o call he voice of a slobbering urchin.

    -- Please teacer saying a bad eacher.

    -- Platinoid, to German silver because it  of resistance by cemperature. tinoid ed and t insulates it is e bobbins just ra current urated in  paraffin wax

    A ser voice said from tephen:

    -- Are o be asked questions on applied science?

    to juggle gravely erms pure science and applied science. A  student, acles, stared  tioner. Moyniural voice:

    -- Isnt MacAlister a devil for his pound of flesh?

    Stepangled tioner offended o carry oudents fatter  o Belfast to study and rain fare by so doing.

    t turn to meet t of t and yet t came back to its boring; for  tudents whey-pale face.

    -- t t is not mine, o  came from tience. Can you Say itude by s elect betrayed - by tioner or by tience. Remember Epictetus. It is probably in er to ask sucion at suc in sucone and to pronounce the word science as a monosyllable.

    tinued to self slo spoke of, doubling, trebling, quadrupling its somnolent energy as tiplied its oance.

    Moynio a distant bell:

    -- Closing time, gents!

    trance alk. On a table near tail of signatures. MacCann  briskly to and fro among tudents, talking rapidly, anser anoto table. In tudies stood talking to a young professor, stroking his chin gravely and nodding his head.

    Step ted irresolutely. From under t  Cranlys dark eyes ching him.

    -- ephen asked.

    Cranly closed ant and answered:

    -- Ego habeo.

    --  is it for?

    -- Quod?

    --  is it for?

    Cranly turned o Stepterly:

    -- Per pax universalis.

    -- Steped to tsars pograph and said:

    -- ted C.

    t Cranlys eyes back from a calm survey of the hall.

    -- Are you annoyed? he asked.

    -- No, ansephen.

    -- Are you in bad humour?

    -- No.

    -- Credo ut vos sanguinarius mendax estis, said Cranly, quia facies vostra monstrat ut vos in damno malo is.

    Moynio table, said in Stephens ear:

    -- MacCann is in tiptop form. Ready to s drop. Brand neimulants and votes for tches.

    Step turned again to meet Cranlys eyes.

    -- Perell me, o my ear. Can you?

    A dull sco table o e ly:

    -- A sugar!

    -- Quis est in malo ep vos?

    Cranly did not take up taunt.  and repeated  force:

    -- A flaming bloody sugar, ts w he is!

    It one over  of one tep sink as s . Cranlys speec of Davin, ly turned versions of Iriss dras energy an ecly by a icklo.

    tohe hall.

    -- here you are! said MacCann cheerily.

    -- ephen.

    -- Late as usual. Can you not combine tendency  for punctuality?

    -- t question is out of order, said Step business. ablet

    of milk ce s breast-pocket. A little ring of listeners closed round to s. A lean student  o t eaco try to catc moutook a small grey  and began to examine it closely, turning it over and over.

    -- Next business? said MacCann. hom!

    er, smiled broadly and tugged t traee w chin.

    -- t business is to sign testimonial.

    -- ill you pay me anytephen.

    -- I t you , said MacCann.

    tudent looked about inct bleating voice.

    -- By s a queer notion. I consider t notion to be a mercenary notion.

    o silence. No o urned oeping o speak again.

    MacCann began to speak  energy of tsars rescript, of Stead, of general disarmament arbitration in cases of international disputes, of times, of ty and t ty to secure as cest possible est possible number.

    tudent responded to the period by crying:

    -- therhood!

    -- Go on, temple, said a stout ruddy student near and you a pint after.

    -- Im a believer in universal brotemple, glancing about  of his dark oval eyes. Marx is only a bloody cod.

    Cranly gripped igo congue, smiling uneasily, and repeated:

    -- Easy, easy, easy!

    temple struggled to free  continued, hin foam:

    -- Socialism , thony Collins!

    A the ring replied:

    -- Pip! pip!

    Moyniephens ear:

    -- And  Jotle sister:

    Lottie Collins lost her drawers;

    ont you kindly lend her yours?

    Step, murmured again:

    -- ell hony Collins.

    -- I am ing for your answer, said MacCann briefly.

    -- t interest me in t, said Step ?

    -- Good! said MacCann, smacking ionary, then?

    -- Do you tephen asked, when you flourish your wooden sword?

    -- Metaply. Come to facts. Stepurned aside. MacCann stood ile humour:

    -- Minor poets, I suppose, are above sucrivial questions as tion of universal peace.

    Cranly raised udents by way of a peace-offering, saying:

    -- Pax super totum sanguinarium globum.

    Stepanders, jerked ion of tsars image, saying:

    -- Keep your icon. If   us imate Jesus.

    -- By s a good one! said tudent to t s a fine expression. I like t expression immensely.

    tle in  as if  turned to Stephen, saying:

    -- Excuse me, sir,  expression you uttered just now?

    Feeling led by tudents near o them:

    -- I am curious to kno expression.

    urned again to Stephen and said in a whisper:

    -- Do you believe in Jesus? I believe in man. Of course, I dont kno of all religions. Is t your opinion about the mind of Jesus?

    -- Go on, temple, said tout ruddy student, returning, as o  idea, t pint is ing for you. - emple explained to Stephe power of mind.

    Cranly linked o tephen and his admirer and said:

    -- Nos ad manum ballum jocabimus.

    Step of being led aured face.

    -- My signature is of no account, ely. You are rigo go your o go mine.

    -- Dedalus, said MacCann crisply, I believe youre a good fello you  to learn ty of altruism and ty of the human individual.

    A voice said:

    -- Intellectual crankery is better out of t t.

    Stepone of MacAlisters voice did not turn in tion of tudents, linking Stepemple like a celebrant attended by ers on o tar.

    temple bent eagerly across Cranlys breast and said:

    -- Did you er ? I bet Cranly didnt see t. By  at once.

    As tudies  of escaping from tudent ood at t of taircase, a foot on t step, ane gat  en and repeating:

    -- Not a doubt of it, Mr t! Very fine! Not a doubt of it!

    I n t of ty ly, in a soft querulous voice, tle , betiny bone pencil.

    -- I ric men  arts men are pretty sure. Second arts, too. e must make sure of the newcomers.

    temple bent again across Cranly, as t whisper:

    -- Do you kno ed s t notion I ever heard! Eh?

    railed off into sly cackling laug the neck and shook him, saying:

    -- You flaming floundering fool! Ill take my dying bible t a bigger bloody ape, do you knohe whole flaming bloody world!

    temple ent, ly at every rude shake:

    -- A flaming flaring bloody idiot!

    toget,  ted before turning and raised udents saluted, temple fumbling as before at tep smacks of t excitedly at eacroke.

    tudents ed round t to folloemple, after a fes, sidled across to Stephen and said:

    -- Excuse me, I ed to ask you, do you believe t Jean-Jacques Rousseau was a sincere man?

    Steprigave of a cask from t , turned sly and said sternly:

    -- temple, I declare to to anybody on any subject, Ill kill you super spottum.

    -- epional man.

    -- Blast  talk to  all. Sure, you migalking, do you knoo a flaming c as talking to temple. Go emple. For Gods sake, go home.

    -- I dont care a damn about you, Cranly, ansemple, moving out of reaced stave and pointing at Stepitution t has an individual mind.

    -- Institution! Individual! cried Cranly. Go  you, for youre a hopeless bloody man.

    -- Im an emotional man, said temple. ts quite rig Im an emotionalist.

    of tch a blank expressionless face.

    -- Look at he-wall?

    ed by a strange laugudent c. tudents body so ease edly over his groins.

    -- Lynch is awake, said Cranly.

    Lyncraig forward .

    -- Lyncs out , said Stepicism of life.

    Lynce  and said:

    -- o say about my girth?

    Cranly took  to tussle. ruggle t, panting. Step doo on to talk of thers.

    -- And tle tame goose? oo?

    David nodded and said:

    -- And you, Stevie?

    Stephen shook his head.

    -- Youre a terrible man, Stevie, said Davin, taking t pipe from h, always alone.

    -- No you ition for universal peace, said Step little copybook I saw in your room.

    As Davin did not ansepo quote:

    -- Long pace, fianna! Rige, one, two!

    -- ts a different question, said Davin. Im an Irisionalist, first and foremost. But ts you all out. Youre a born sneerer, Stevie.

    --  rebellion icks, said Step tell me. I can find you a fehis college.

    -- I cant understand you, said Davin. One time I alk against Engliserature. Noalk against t  all?

    -- Come o tree of my family, said Stephen.

    -- t you learn Iris of ter t lesson?

    -- You know one reason weposs his head and laughed.

    -- O on account of t certain young lady and Fat ts all in your oevie. talking and laughing.

    Stephen paused and laid a friendly hand upon Davins shoulder.

    -- Do you remember, ? t morning  you asked me to so triculation class, putting a very strong stress on t syllable. You remember? to address ts as fat you: Is  as his speech?

    -- Im a simple person, said Davin. You kno. old me t nig Street t your private life,  to God, Stevie, I  able to eat my dinner. I e bad. I ime t nigell me things?

    -- teper.

    -- No, said Davin. But I old me.

    A tide began to surge beneatephens friendliness.

    -- try and this life produced me, he said I shall express myself as I am.

    -- try to be one of us, repeated Davin. In  you are an Iris your pride is too powerful.

    -- My ancestors took anotepo subject to pay in my os t for?

    -- For our freedom, said Davin.

    -- No epo you ions from tone to t you sold o t e me to be one of you. Id see you damned first.

    -- tevie, said Davin. Our day , believe me.

    Step,  for an instant.

    -- t in ts I told you of. It erious try ts flung at it to  back from fligalk to me of nationality, language, religion. I sry to fly by ts.

    Davin knocked the ashes from his pipe.

    -- too deep for me, Stevie,  a mans country comes first. Ireland first, Stevie. You can be a poet or a mystic after.

    -- Do you knoep eats her farrow.

    Davin rose from  to in a moment  ly disputing wo players wch of four was

    arranged, Cranly insisting,   it rebound to ruck it strongly and sly too its thud:

    -- Your soul!

    Stepood ill to rise. to come away. Lynch obeyed, saying:

    -- Let us eke go, as Cranly .

    Step t.

    t ter  t of teps ted and Stepook a packet of cigarettes from  and offered it to his companion.

    -- I know you are poor, he said.

    -- Damn your yellow insolence, answered Lynch.

    ture made Stephen smile again.

    -- It  day for European culture, o swear in yellow.

    t ttes and turned to t. After a pause Stephen began:

    -- Aristotle  defined pity and terror. I ed and said bluntly:

    -- Stop! I  listen! I am sick. I  last nigh horan and Goggins.

    Step on:

    -- Pity is ts tsoever is grave and constant in es it error is ts tsoever is grave and constant in es it  cause.

    -- Repeat, said Lynch.

    Steped tions slowly.

    -- A girl got into a  on, in London. So meet  seen for many years. At treet t of a lorry sar. A long fine needle of t. Sant. ter called it a tragic deat is not. It is remote from terror and pity according to terms of my definitions.

    -- tragic emotion, in fact, is a face looking toerror and toy, bot. You see I use t. I mean t tragic emotion is static. Or ratic emotion is. ted by improper art are kinetic, desire or loato possess, to go to someto abandon, to go from somets ic, are ts. tic emotion (I used term) is tatic. ted and raised above desire and loathing.

    -- You say t art must not excite desire, said Lyncold you t one day I e my name in pencil on teles in t not desire?

    -- I speak of normal natures, said Stepold me t w ce sce pieces of dried cowdung.

    Lynco a   taking ts.

    -- O, I did! I did! he cried.

    Stepurned toer, ansened skull beneated cap brougepile. too, ile-like in glint and gaze. Yet at t instant,  in t by one tiny , t and self-embittered.

    -- As for t, Stepe parenthesis, we are all animals. I also am an animal.

    -- You are, said Lynch.

    -- But  noal epinued. ted by improper estic means are really not estic emotions not only because tic in cer but also because t more t it dreads and responds to timulus of  desires by a purely reflex action of tem. Our eyelid closes before  t to enter our eye.

    -- Not always, said Lyncically.

    -- In tepo timulus of a naked statue, but it ion of ty expressed by tist cannot aion ion ic stasis, an ideal pity or an ideal terror, a stasis called fort last dissolved by y.

    --  is t exactly? asked Lynch.

    -- Rep formal estic relation of part to part in any estic s part or parts or of any part to tic .

    -- If t is r me  you call beauty; and, please remember, t a cake of co I admire only beauty.

    Steping. tly, weed sleeve.

    --e are rigo speak of to try to understand ture and, ood it, to try sloly to express, to press out again, from t it brings fortes of our soul, an image of ty and - t is art.

    turning from t on by trees. A crude grey liger and a smell of  branco  tep.

    -- But you  ansion, said Lync is art?  is ty it expresses?

    -- t  definition I gave you, you sleepy-cepo try to t tter for myself. Do you remember t? Cranly lost emper and began to talk about icklow bacon.

    -- I remember, said Lyncold us about t devils of pigs.

    -- Art, said Stepion of sensible or intelligible matter for an estic end. You remember t t. You are a distressing pair, you and Cranly.

    Lync the raw grey sky and said:

    -- If I am to listen to your estic p least anotte. I dont care about it. I dont even care about  a job of five  get me one.

    Step of cigarettes. Lyncook t one t remained, saying simply:

    -- Proceed!

    -- Aquinas, said Step is beautiful the apprehension of which pleases.

    Lynch nodded.

    -- I remember t,  quae visa placent. - epo cover estic appre or  is vague, is clear enougo keep a means certainly a stasis and not a kinesis.  true? It produces also a stasis of t e your name in pencil across tenuse of a rigriangle.

    -- No, said Lyncenuse of teles.

    -- Static tepo, I believe, said t beauty is trut t it  true and tiful are akin. trutellect isfying relations of telligible; beauty is beion isfying relations of t step in tion of truto understand tellect itself, to compre itself of intellection. Aristotles entire system of ps upon , I ts on atement t ttribute cannot at time and in to and not belong to t. t step in tion of beauty is to understand tion, to compre itself of estic appre clear?

    -- But y? asked Lynciently. Out ion. Somet t you and Aquinas can do?

    -- Let us take ep us take ly. -- turk, t, ttentot, said Step type of female beauty. t seems to be a maze out of . One is t every py admired by men in  connexion ions of ion of t may be so. t seems, is drearier t I dislike t . It leads to eugenics rato estic. It leads you out of to a neure-room ament, tells you t you admired t flanks of Venus because you felt t s breasts because you felt t so her children and yours.

    -- tically.

    -- t, said Stephen, laughing.

    -- to ? said Lynch.

    -- tephen began.

    A long dray laden rick Duns al covering teptling metal. Lync oater oatill turned on epurned also and ed for a fes till s vent.

    -- teped, is t: t, t may not seem beautiful to all people, all people  find in it certain relations ages tic appreions of to you to me t be ties of beauty. Nourn to our old friend saint th of wisdom.

    Lynch laughed.

    -- It amuses me vastly, o ing ime after time like a jolly round friar. Are you laughing in your sleeve?

    -- MacAlister, ansepic tic pends, Aquinas o tistic conception, artistic gestation, and artistic reproduction I require a neerminology and a new personal experience.

    -- Of course, said Lyncer all Aquinas, in spite of ellect, ly a good round friar. But you ell me about terminology some ot part.

    -- epand me better t e a  begins  is t glory of t is an intricate and soot; but t can be put beside t mournful and majestic processional song, tius Fortunatus.

    Lynco sing softly and solemnly in a deep bass voice:

    Impleta sunt quae concinit

    David fideli carmine

    Dicendo nationibus

    Regnavit a ligno Deus.

    -- ts great!  music!

    turned into Lo Street. A feeps from t young man, ed topped.

    -- Did you s of t fift fourteent nige curry.

    ed face expressed benevolent malice and, as idings of success, -encircled eyes vanis of sig of hearing.

    In reply to a question of Stepheir lurking-places.

    -- Yes, MacCullagaking pure matics and Im taking constitutional ory. ty subjects. Im taking botany too. You knohe field club.

    ately fas from  once broke forth.

    -- Bring us a feurnips and onions t time you go out, said Stepo make a stew.

    t student laugly and said:

    -- e are all able people in t Saturday  out to Glenmalure, seven of us.

    -- ith women, Donovan? said Lynch.

    Donovan again laid  and said:

    -- Our end is tion of knohen he said quickly:

    -- I ing some essays about estics. Stepure of denial.

    -- Goetten a lot on t subject, tic sc. terested me very muc. Of course it is idealistic, German, ultra-profound.

    Neitook leave of them urbanely.

    -- I must go, ly and benevolently, I rong suspicion, amounting almost to a conviction, t my sister intended to make pancakes today for the Donovan family.

    -- Goodbye, Step forget turnips for me and my mate.

    Lyncer ill his face resembled a devils mask:

    -- to t t yelloing excrement can get a good job,  lengto smoke ctes!

    turned to for a little in silence.

    -- to finis I  beauty, said Step satisfying relations of t to tistic appreies of universal beauty. Aquinas says: Ad pulcritudinem tria requiruntur integritas, consonantia, claritas. I translate it so: ty, he phases of apprehension? Are you following?

    -- Of course, I am, said Lyncitious intelligence run after Donovan and ask o listen to you.

    Steped to a basket wced on his head.

    -- Look at t basket, he said.

    -- I see it, said Lynch.

    -- In order to see t basket, said Step of all separates t from t of t t. t p t to be appreic image is presented to us eitime.  is audible is presented in time, ed in space. But, temporal or spatial, tic image is first luminously appreained upon time . You appre as one t as one egritas.

    -- Bulls eye! said Lynch, laughing. Go on.

    -- tep to point, led by its formal lines; you appre as balanced part against part s limits; you feel ts structure. In ote perception is follo felt t it is one t it is a t as complex, multiple, divisible, separable, made up of its parts, t of its parts and t is consonantia.

    -- Bulls eye again! said Lynctily. tell me noas and you he cigar.

    -- tation of teperm . It baffled me for a long time. It o believe t y of beauty being a ligter is but ty of  t  mean t claritas is tistic discovery and representation of tion  outss proper conditions. But t is literary talk. I understand it so.  basket as one t according to its form and appre as a tically permissible. You see t it is t t is and no otic quidditas, tness of a ty is felt by tist  conceived in ion. t mysterious instant Sifully to a fading coal. tant y of beauty, tic image, is appreed by its s  stasis of estic pleasure, a spiritual state very like to t cardiac condition iful as Sment of t.

    Step speak, felt t -enced silence.

    --  I o beauty in terary tradition. In tplace it y in term our judgement is influenced in t place by t itself and by t art. t is clear, must be set betist  art necessarily divides itself into to t. tist presents e relation to s e relation to o otic form, ts e relation to others.

    -- t you told me a few nighe famous discussion.

    -- I  epten doions ic o explain. ions I set myself: Is a cragic or comic? Is trait of Mona Lisa good if I desire to see it? If not, w?

    -- , indeed? said Lynch, laughing.

    -- If a man  a block of epinued, make t image a ? If not, w?

    -- ts a lovely one, said Lync rue scic stink.

    -- Lessing, said Step aken a group of statues to e of. t, being inferior, does not present tinguiserature, t and most spiritual art, ten confused. t t verbal vesture of an instant of emotion a r tones up a slope. ters it is more conscious of tant of emotion tion. t epical form is seen emerging out of lyrical literature  prolongs and broods upon re of an epical event and till tre of emotional gravity is equidistant from tist ive is no longer purely personal. ty of tist passes into tion itself, floion like a vital sea. t old Englisurpin  person and ends in tic form is reacality  angible estic life. ty of tist, at first a cry or a cadence or a mood and t narrative, finally refines itself out of existence, impersonalizes itself, so to speak. tic image in tic form is life purified in and reprojected from tion. tery of estic, like t of material creation, is accomplisist, like tion, remains  of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

    -- trying to refine t of existence, said Lynch.

    A fine rain began to fall from turned into to reacional library before the shower came.

    --  do you mean, Lyncing about beauty and tion in tist retired er rated try.

    ter. udents sering under t a pillar, cening to some companions. Some girls stood near trance door. Lynco Stephen:

    -- Your beloved is here.

    Stepook ly on tep beloudents, , turning oo time. Soo stood silently among  to flirt  terness, remembering . Lync. ied of to a listless peace.

    udents talking among tting places on ocean liners, of poor and ricices.

    -- ts all a bubble. An Irisry practice is better.

    --  midwifery cases.

    -- Do you mean to say it is better to ry ty like t? I know a fellow.

    --  teewing.

    -- Dont mind y of money to be made in a big commercial City.

    -- Depends on tice.

    -- Ego credo ut vita pauperum est simpliciter atrox, simpliciter sanguinarius atrox, in Liverpoolio.

    tance in interrupted pulsation. So go ah her companions.

    t sarrying in clusters of diamonds among tion rim boots prattled as tood on teps of talking quietly and gaily, glancing at t cunning angles against t raindrops, closing ts demurely.

    And if range as a birds life, gay in tless all day, tired at sundown?  simple and wilful as a birds ?

 Chapter 6

    to music! . Over  ill, as if ers, conscious of faint s music. o a tremulous morning knoion. A spirit filled  er, s as de ly it o a s open to t and tly.

    An encment of t! t ed. In a dream or vision asy of serap an instant of encment only or long hours and years and ages?

    tant of inspiration seemed noo be reflected from all sides at once from a multitude of cloudy circumstances of  flas of ligance confused form ly its aftergloion to terglo,  lig rose and ardent ligrange range t no man  ardent rose-like glohe seraphim were falling from heaven.

    Are you not  ways,

    Lure of the fallen seraphim?

    tell no more of enced days.

    to  t of a villanelle pass t forts rays of rs rays burned up ts of men and angels: t was .

    Your eyes  mans  ablaze

    And you have had your will of him.

    Are you not  ways?

    And to move and beat. And tar of the world.

    Above the smoke of praise

    Goes up from ocean rim to rim

    tell no more of enced days.

    Smoke  up from t at once; t  verses over and over; t on stumbling tammering and baffled; topped. ts cry was broken.

    t  faintly very far atered; te ligself east and , covering t in .

    Fearing to lose all, o look for paper and pencil. table; only te en tick s tendrils of tallos paper socket, singed by t flame. retco of ts of t t te packet. earing open t, placed t cigarette on to e out tanzas of t letters on the rough cardboard surface.

    ten t ted flock under ted o sit, smiling or serious, asking  of t above tenanted sideboard. alk and beg o sing one of ting at triking cly from its speckled keys and singing, amid talk y song of t loto depart, tory c of Agincourt, tened, or feigned to listen,   rest but tle too soon.

    At certain instants  to trust  ed in vain. Sly across  nig te dress a little lifted, a ole averted and a faint gloant, a soft merchandise.

    -- You are a great stranger now.

    -- Yes. I o be a monk.

    -- I am afraid you are a ic.

    -- Are you much afraid?

    For ansly, giving o none. te spray nodded to he glow was deeper on her cheek.

    A monk! arted forter, a ic franciscan,  to serve, spinning like Gry and whispering in her ear.

    No, it

    in   of doves eyes, toying he pages of her Irish phrase-book.

    -- Yes, yes, to us. I can see it every day. t he language has.

    -- And ther Moran?

    -- too. Coming round too. too. Dont fret about the church.

    Bao leave t to salute eps of to leave o flirt , to toy endom.

    Rude brutal anger routed t lingering instant of ecstasy from  broke up violently s on all sides. On all sides distorted reflections of arted from c ter of es, ry singer, t bars of By Killarneys Lakes and Fells, a girl pat t, attracted by  of Jacobs biscuit factory, wo him over her shoulder:

    -- Do you like raight hair and curly eyebrows?

    And yet  t,  revile and mock  t  erly as reets t sry, a bat-like soul o tself in darkness and secrecy and loneliness, tarrying aransgressions in tticed ear of a priest.   in coarse railing at ures offended ed peasant, boy in Moycullen. to o one o  of ternal imagination, transmuting to t body of everliving life.

    t image of t united again in an instant ter and despairing ts, thanksgiving.

    Our broken cries and mournful lays

    Rise in one eucic hymn

    Are you not  ways?

    hile sacrificing hands upraise

    to the brim.

    tell no more of enced days.

    lines till turning it to quiet indulgence; to feel tter by seeing ter.

    t o be   all around  to ao and staring at t overblo floattered o  flo ways.

    A gradual  it descend and, seeing himself as he lay, smiled. Soon he would sleep.

    ten verses for er ten years. ten years before s o t air, tapping  upon t  tram; t and so t in admonition. tor talked en in t of tood on teps of tram, o ep many times bet doing to go do do be! Let be!

    ten years from t  breakfast amid tapping of egg-sry to  trong , ed in  arms lengt smiling and approve of terary form.

    No, no; t .

    o feel t  to pity ood till o t too  understood range ion of ure  come upon  o live as  sinned, and a tender compassion filled  as he dark shame of womanhood.

    asy to languor  be, in terious ual life, t  ts  might be.

    A gloress of o o , ers circumfluent in space tters of speec of mystery, floh over his brain.

    Are you not  ways,

    Lure of the fallen seraphim?

    tell no more of enced days.

    Your eyes  mans  ablaze

    And you have had your will of him.

    Are you not  ways?

    Above the smoke of praise

    Goes up from ocean rim to rim.

    tell no more of enced days.

    Our broken cries and mournful lays

    Rise in one eucic hymn.

    Are you not  ways?

    hile sacrificing hands upraise

    to the brim.

    tell no more of enced days.

    And still you hold our longing gaze

    ith languorous look and lavish limb!

    Are you not  ways?

    tell no more of enced days.

    birds ood on teps of to look at t. tting sreet. te Marc, t t a limp-enuous blue.

    c; bird after bird: a dark flaster of o count ting quivering bodies passed: six, ten, eleven: and een: for traig to rig a temple of air.

    ened to t: a se. But tes  unwound from whirring spools.

    tently and ttering and semple of tenuous sky sootill sahers face.

    eps of tc? For an augury of good or evil? A ps from So tellect and of ures of times and seasons because t perverted t order by reason.

    And for ages men  birds in flig temple and t on  of ents, of t of ivity on osier-ers, ing ablet and bearing on he cusped moon.

    of t made tle-nosed judge in a ting commas into a document

    t it   for t  to leave for ever to w of which he had come?

    tting s t birds  t t be sing  to wander.

    Bend down your faces, Oona and Aleel.

    I gaze upon the swallow gazes

    Upon t under the eave before

    ers.

    A soft liquid joy like ters flo peace of silent spaces of fading tenuous sky above ters, of oceanic silence, of sers.

    A soft liquid joy flo long voe ce peal, and soft lo t in ting birds and in t like a bird from a turret, quietly and sly.

    Symbol of departure or of loneliness? t of tional tre.  t of jaded eyes at ture of Dublin In talls and at taage. A burly policeman sed be every moment about to act. tcalls and s round ttered felloudents.

    -- A libel on Ireland!

    -- Made in Germany.

    -- Blasphemy!

    -- e never sold our faith!

    -- No Iris!

    -- e  no amateur ats.

    -- e  no budding budds.

    A sudden s  tric lamps curned into t,  up taircase and passed in turnstile.

    Cranly ting over near tionaries. A t tispiece, lay before .  of a confessor to tudent   and t at table closed ablet ood up.

    Cranly gazed after udent  on in a softer voice:

    -- Pao kings fourth.

    -- e ter go, Dixon, said Stepo complain.

    Dixon folded ty, saying:

    -- Our men retired in good order.

    -- ittle, added Steping to titlepage of Cranlys book on he Ox.

    As tables Stephen said:

    -- Cranly, I  to speak to you.

    Cranly did not ansurn. er and passed out,  sounding flatly on taircase ly at Dixon repeated:

    -- Pao kings bloody fourth.

    -- Put it t way if you like, Dixon said.

    toneless voice and urbane manners and on a finger of  moments a signet ring.

    As tature came toiny  o smile o murmur. those of a monkey.

    -- Good evening, gentlemen, said tubble-grown monkeyish face.

    -- arm airs.

    Dixon smiled and turned s le pleasure and its voice purred:

    -- Deligful.

    -- tairs, captain, tired of ing, Dixon said.

    Cranly smiled and said kindly:

    -- tain er Scott. Isnt t so, captain?

    --  are you reading noain? Dixon asked. tt, tes someter can toucer Scott.

    ly in time to  often over his sad eyes.

    Sadder to Stepeel accent, lo, marred by errors, and, listening to it, ory true and  flowed in uous love?

    trees er and te slime. tly, - impelled by t, t silent trees, tnessing lake, t joy or passion,  ers neck. A grey  o  and  in willing sender srong freckled  upon  rong and shapely and caressing was Davins hand.

    and on t fort try gang leaped out of  a distance and brooded uneasily on  again.  Cranlys y and innocence stung ly?

    o take leave elaborately of the dwarf.

    Under temple anding in t of a little group of students. One of them cried:

    -- Dixon, come over till you emple is in grand form.

    temple turned on him his dark gipsy eyes.

    -- Youre a e, OKeeffe, s a good literary expression.

    eping:

    -- By ed  name. A smiler.

    A stout student eps said:

    -- Come back to tress, temple. e  to  t.

    -- emple said. And oo. And all ts used to be dining touch.

    -- e s riding a o spare ter, said Dixon.

    -- tell us, temple, OKeeffe said, s of porter have you in you?

    -- All your intellectual soul is in t pemple h open scorn.

    round to Stephen.

    -- Did you kno ters are the kings of Belgium? he asked.

    Cranly came out trance  t back on teeth care.

    And emple. Do you kno about ters?

    eet of oot it intently

    -- ter family, temple said, is descended from Bald, king of Flanders. er. Forester and Forster are t of Bald, captain Francis Forster, settled in Ireland and married ter of t cain of Clanbrassil. ters. ts a different branch.

    -- From Balded, rooting again deliberately at eeth.

    --  ory? OKeeffe asked.

    -- I knoory of your family, too, temple said, turning to Step Giraldus Cambrensis says about your family?

    -- Is oo? asked a tall consumptive student h dark eyes.

    -- Balded, sucking at a crevice in eeth.

    -- Pernobilis et pervetusta familia, temple said to Stepout student eps farted briefly. Dixon turned towards  voice:

    -- Did an angel speak?

    Cranly turned also and said vely but  anger:

    -- Goggins, youre t dirty devil I ever met, do you know.

    -- I  on my mind to say t, Goggins ans did no one any ?

    -- e  it  of to science as a paulo post futurum.

    -- Didnt I tell you emple, turning rig. Didnt I give  name?

    -- You did. ere not deaf, said tall consumptive.

    Cranly still fro tout student belo, ly doeps.

    -- Go a. And you are a stinkpot.

    Goggins skipped doo t once returned to emple turned back to Stephen and asked:

    -- Do you believe in ty?

    -- Are you drunk or rying to say? asked Cranly, facing round on h an expression of wonder.

    -- t profound sentence ever ten, temple said ence at tion is th.

    oucepimidly at the elbow and said eagerly:

    -- Do you feel  is because you are a poet?

    -- Cranly pointed his long forefinger.

    -- Look at o t Irelands hope!

    t ure. temple turned on him bravely, saying:

    -- Cranly, youre al me. I can see t. But I am as good as you any day. Do you kno you noh myself?

    -- My dear man, said Cranly urbanely, you are incapable, do you knoely incapable of thinking.

    -- But do you knoemple  on, ogether?

    -- Out , temple! tout student cried from teps. Get it out in bits!

    temple turned rig, making sudden feeble gestures as he spoke.

    -- Im a ballocks,  it t I am.

    Dixon patted ly on the shoulder and said mildly:

    -- And it does you every credit, temple.

    -- But emple said, pointing to Cranly, oo, like me. Only  kno. And ts the only difference I see.

    A burst of laug urned again to Steph a sudden eagerness:

    -- t  interesting s the only English dual number. Did you know?

    -- Is it? Stephen said vaguely.

    cured suffering face, lit up noience. t like foul er poured over an old stone image, patient of injuries; and, as c in salute and uncover t stood stiffly from his forehead like an iron crown.

    S from tepo Cranlys greeting.  a slig come fort temples   see.

    Did t explain less silence, s, trusions of rude speectered so often Step eped from a borroo pray to God in a o trees, kno ood on abulary men o sigo  pantomime.

    o beat t against t  . talk about  and a soft  no ot h idle eyes were sleeping.

    S save for one soft  fell. And tongues about heir babble. Darkness was falling.

    Darkness falls from the air.

    A trembling joy, lambent as a faint lig around  s opening sound, ricelike?

    o ting tone softly ick to udents o itself the age of Dowland and Byrd and Nash.

    Eyes, opening from t dimmed t.   tness of c  t mantled t of a slobbering Stuart. And asted in t airs, tle Garden averns and young , gaily yielding to their ravishers, clipped and clipped again.

    t and inflaming but  entangled by t  to t  even t of  trust itself? Old p only erred sness like ted out of eeth.

    It  t nor vision t y. Vaguely first and t  seet epid limbs over  linen upon willed odour and a dew.

    A louse crating ly beneat it. s body, tender yet brittle as a grain of rice, betant before  it fall from  live or die. to  t  created by God  tickling of ten, made tle brigurning often as t  darkness t fell from t ness.

    Brighe air.

    even remembered rig s  of sloth.

    oudents. ell t o e  and . Let her.

    Cranly aken anot and ing it sloemple sat on t of a pillar, leaning back,  young man came out of tfolio tucked under . oriking ts and e, o all:

    -- Good evening, sirs.

    ruck tittered  nervous movement. tall consumptive student and Dixon and OKeeffe o Cranly, he said:

    -- Good evening, particularly to you.

    ion and tittered again. Cranly, will cs of his jaws.

    -- Good? Yes. It is a good evening.

    t student looked at ly and reprovingly.

    -- I can see,  you are about to make obvious remarks.

    -- Um, Cranly ans to students mout .

    t student did not eat it but, indulging ill tittering and prodding h his umbrella:

    -- Do you intend t?

    ed bluntly to the fig, and said loudly:

    -- I allude to t.

    Um, Cranly said as before.

    -- Do you intend t no student said, as ipso facto or, let us say, as so to speak?

    Dixon turned aside from his group, saying:

    -- Goggins ing for you, Glynn. o to look for you and Moyni apping tfolio under Glynns arm.

    -- Examination papers, Glynn ansions to see t ting by my tuition.

    apped tfolio and cougly and smiled.

    -- tuition! said Cranly rudely. I suppose you mean ted c are taughem!

    off t of tt.

    -- I suffer little co come unto me, Glynn said amiably.

    -- A bloody ape, Cranly repeated h emphasis, and a blasphemous bloody ape!

    temple stood up and, pus Cranly, addressed Glynn:

    -- t pestament about suffer to come to me.

    -- Go to sleep again, temple, said OKeeffe.

    -- Very emple continued, still addressing Glynn, and if Jesus suffered to come wo ized? ?

    -- ere you baptized yourself, temple? tive student asked.

    -- But o o come? temple said, his eyes searching Glynns eyes.

    Glynn cougly, y titter in  every word:

    -- And, as you remark, if it is tically whusness.

    -- Because temple said.

    -- Are you quite ort point, temple? Dixon said suavely.

    -- Saint Augustine says t about unbaptized co emple answered, because oo.

    -- I boo you, Dixon said, but I  limbo existed for such cases.

    -- Dont argue ally. Dont talk to  ing goat.

    -- Limbo! temple cried. ts a fine invention too. Like hell.

    -- But ness left out, Dixon said. urned smiling to thers and said:

    -- I t in saying so much.

    -You are, Glynn said in a firm tone. On t point Ireland is united.

    ruck tone floor of the colonnade.

    -- emple said. I can respect t invention of tan. rong and ugly. But w is limbo?

    -- Put o tor, Cranly, OKeeffe called out.

    Cranly made a s step toemple, ed, stamping , crying as if to a fowl:

    -- hoosh!

    temple moved away nimbly.

    -- Do you knoion like t in Roscommon?

    --  you! Cranly cried, clapping his hands.

    -- Neitemple cried out scornfully. And ts w I call limbo.

    -- Give us t stick here, Cranly said.

    c rougepeps: but temple, , fled ture, nimble and fleet-footed. Cranlys s were urning  eacep.

    ep  gesture  tick back into Stepep t , feigning patience, toucly and said quietly:

    -- Cranly, I told you I ed to speak to you. Come a s and asked:

    -- Now?

    -- Yes, noep speak here. Come away.

    toget speaking. tled softly folloeps of turned, and Dixon, :

    -- o?  about t game, Cranly?

    ts across till air about a game of billiards to be played in tel. Step into t of Kildare Street opposite Maples el ood to , patient again. tel, a colourless poliss colourless front stung e disdain. ared angrily back at tly lit drael in s: peasants greeted try; tain Frenco jarvies in cigs.

    t ions of ters, before t upon t t breed a race less ignoble t ts and desires of to s across try lanes, under trees by treams and near ttled bogs. A  nig  him no womans eyes had wooed.

    aken in a strong grip and Cranlys voice said:

    -- Let us eke go.

    then Cranly said:

    -- t blit, temple! I so Moses, do you kno Ill be t felloime.

    but eping to he porch.

    turned to t and ephen said:

    -- Cranly, I  quarrel this evening.

    -- ith your people? Cranly asked.

    -- ither.

    -- About religion?

    -- Yes, Stephen answered.

    After a pause Cranly asked:

    --  age is your mother?

    -- Not old, Stepo make my easter duty.

    -- And will you?

    -- I , Stephen said.

    -- ? Cranly said.

    -- I  serve, ansephen.

    -- t remark was made before, Cranly said calmly.

    -- It is made beeply.

    Cranly pressed Stephens arm, saying:

    -- Go easy, my dear man. Youre an excitable bloody man, do you know.

    o Steph moved and friendly eyes, said:

    -- Do you kno you are an excitable man?

    -- I daresay I am, said Stephen, laughing also.

    tely estranged, seemed suddenly to o ther.

    -- Do you believe in t? Cranly asked.

    -- I do not, Stephen said.

    -- Do you disbelieve then?

    -- I neit nor disbelieve in it, Stephen answered.

    -- Many persons s, even religious persons, yet t ts on t point too strong?

    -- I do not ephen answered.

    Cranly, embarrassed for a moment, took anot and  to eat it wephen said:

    -- Dont, please. You cannot discuss tion h full of chewed fig.

    Cranly examined t of a lamp under  it rils, bit a tiny piece, spat it out and to tter.

    Addressing it as it lay, he said:

    -- Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire! taking Step on again and said:

    -- Do you not fear t to you on t?

    --  is offered me on tepernity of bliss in tudies?

    -- Remember, Cranly said, t he would be glorified.

    -- Ay, Step bitterly, brigle.

    -- It is a curious tely, urated  w sc you did.

    -- I did, Stephen answered.

    -- And were you ly, ance?

    -- Often epen unhen.

    --  do you mean by t statement?

    -- I mean, said Step I  myself as I am now, as I o become.

    -- Not as you are no as you o become, Cranly repeated. Let me ask you a question. Do you love your mother?

    Stephen shook his head slowly.

    -- I dont know w your words mean, he said simply.

    -- have you never loved anyone? Cranly asked.

    -- Do you mean women?

    -- I am not speaking of t, Cranly said in a colder tone. I ask you if you ever felt love tohing?

    Steparing gloomily at tpath.

    -- I tried to love God,  lengt seems no is very difficult. I tried to unite my ant by instant. In t I did not alill --

    Cranly cut  by asking:

    -- her had a happy life?

    -- ephen said.

    -- how many children had she?

    -- Nine or ten, Stephen answered. Some died.

    -- as your faterrupted ant, and t  to pry into your family affairs. But  is called o-do? I mean, when you were growing up?

    -- Yes, Stephen said.

    --  was er a pause.

    Stepo enumerate glibly tributes.

    -- A medical student, an oarsman, a tenor, an amateur actor, a sing politician, a small landlord, a small investor, a drinker, a good felloory-teller, somebodys secretary, sometillery, a tax-gat and at present a praiser of .

    Cranly laugigephens arm, and said:

    -- tillery is damn good.

    -- Is t to knoephen asked.

    -- Are you in good circumstances at present?

    -- Do, look it? Steply.

    -- So t on musingly, you he lap of luxury.

    en used teco understand t t conviction.

    -- Your mot  try to save her from suffering more even ifor would you?

    -- If I could, Step  me very little.

    -- to do.  is it for you? You disbelieve in it. It is a form: not  rest.

    ep reply, remained silent. tterance to t, he said:

    -- ever else is unsure in tinking dung. Your moto t in  do   least, must be real. It must be.  are our ideas or ambitions? Play. Ideas!  bloody bleating goat temple oo. Every jackass going thinks he has ideas.

    Stepening to th assumed carelessness:

    -- Pascal, if I remember rig suffer o kiss act of her sex.

    -- Pascal was a pig, said Cranly.

    -- Aloysius Gonzaga, I tephen said.

    -- And hen, said Cranly.

    -- t, Steped.

    -I dont care a flaming damn w anyone calls ly. I call him a pig.

    Steply in inued:

    -- Jesus, too, seems to reated  courtesy in public but Suarez, a jesuit tleman, has apologized for him.

    -- Did to you, Cranly asked, t Jesus  o be?

    -- t person to ephen answered, was Jesus himself.

    -- I mean, Cranly said, o you t e,  it more plainly, t he was a blackguard?

    -- t idea never occurred to me, Step I am curious to knorying to make a convert of me or a pervert of yourself?

    urned too make finely significant.

    Cranly asked suddenly in a plain sensible tone:

    -- tell me trut all s I said?

    -- Someephen said.

    -- And  our religion is false and t Jesus  the son of God?

    -- I am not at all sure of it, Stephan a son of Mary.

    -- And is t e, Cranly asked, because you are not sure of t too, because you feel t t, too, may be t a  it may be?

    -- Yes, Steply, I feel t and I also fear it.

    -- I see, Cranly said.

    Stepruck by one of closure, reopened t once by saying:

    -- I fear many torms, macry roads at night.

    -- But w of bread?

    -- I imagine, Step t reality behings I say I fear.

    -- Do you fear t trike you dead and damn you if you made a sacrilegious communion?

    -- t noep tion y centuries of auty and veneration.

    -- ould you, Cranly asked, in extreme danger, commit t particular sacrilege? For instance, if you lived in the penal days?

    -- I cannot ans, Step.

    -- t intend to become a protestant?

    -- I said t I  tep not t I  self-respect.  kind of liberation  be to forsake an absurdity o embrace one w?

    toorees and ttered lig to comfort t glimmered in tc was  broken bars:

    Rosie OGrady.

    Cranly stopped to listen, saying:

    -- Mulier cantat.

    t beauty of tin oucing toucoucer and more persuading toucrife of turgy of tly te-robed figure, small and slender as a boy, and oning from a distant c he passion:

    Et tu cum Jesu Galilaeo eras.

    And all s oucurned to ar, soned tone and more faintly as the cadence died.

    t on togeting in strongly stressed rhe refrain:

    And when we are married,

    O, how happy well be

    For I love s Rosie OGrady

    And Rosie OGrady loves me.

    -- try for you, heres real love.

    Steprange smile and said:

    -- Do you consider t poetry? Or do you knohe words mean?

    -- I  to see Rosie first, said Stephen.

    -- So find, Cranly said.

    back and in trees Steprong and  trong and resolute arm and bohem.

    A is time to go. A voice spoke softly to Step, bidding elling  o an end. Yes;  strive against anot.

    -- Probably I shall go away, he said.

    -- here? Cranly asked.

    -- ephen said.

    -- Yes, Cranly said. It mig for you to live  is it t makes you go?

    -- I o go, Stephen answered.

    -- Because, Cranly continued, you need not look upon yourself as driven a la surprise you? t tone building nor even t is to it. I dont kno old me t anding outside  Street station?

    -- Yes, Stepe of  Cranlys s in connexion  you spent y about test o Larras.

    -- Potempt.  does  to Larras? Or  matter? And t head of him!

    o a loud long laugh.

    -- ell? Step?

    you said, is it? Cranly asked. Yes, I remember it. to discover t self in unfettered freedom.

    Step in ackno.

    -- Freedom! Cranly repeated. But you are not free enoug to commit a sacrilege. tell me would you rob?

    -- I , Stephen said.

    -- And if you got nothing, would you rob?

    -- You ep ts of property are provisional, and t in certain circumstances it is not unlao rob. Everyone  in t belief. So I  make you t anso t talavera, ances you may laer  or smear it for o rob me, or if t I believe is called tisement of the secular arm?

    -- And would you?

    -- I tep o be robbed.

    -- I see, Cranly said.

    co clean teethen he said carelessly:

    -- tell me, for example, would you deflower a virgin?

    -- Excuse me, Stepely, is t not tion of most young gentlemen?

    --  t of view? Cranly asked.

    pening, excited Steps fumes seemed to brood.

    -- Look  I  do. I ell you  do. I  serve t in self my ry to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wo use - silence, exile, and cunning.

    Cranly seized eered o lead oepion.

    -- Cunning indeed!  you? You poor poet, you!

    -- And you made me confess to you, Stepouco you so many ot?

    -- Yes, my cill gaily.

    -- You made me confess t I  I ell you also  fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for anoto leave  afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake, and perernity too.

    Cranly, now grave again, slowed his pace and said:

    -- Alone, quite alone. You . And you kno  only to be separate from all ot to  even one friend.

    -- I ake tephen.

    -- And not to  and truest friend a man ever had.

    o ruck some deep cure. o be? Stepcs in silence. A cold sadness here. he had spoken of himself, of his own loneliness which he feared.

    -- Of  answer.

 Chapter 7

    Marcalk  of my revolt.

    tacked me on tried to imagine . told me once, in a moment of tlessness, y-one ype. Pepper and salt suit. Square feet. Unkempt, grizzled beard. Probably attends coursing matc not plentifully to Fatimes talks to girls after nig . If so, Cranly  ed. ed loins.

    Marc t nig oo lazy and free to add to it. Free, yes. ted loins are tem: s cs and ain or veronica. Decollation t in t by saint Jo tin gate.  do I see? A decollated percursor trying to pick the lock.

    Marc. Free. Soul free and fancy free. Let t the dead.

    Marcal nurse. Lync. two lean er a heifer.

    Marc seen  nigs at t not peevis you now?

    Marc: B.V.M. o escape ions bet t. Said I oo muc true. tle and understood less. to faitless mind. to leave cer t of repentance. Cannot repent. told  threepence.

    t to college. Ottle round ime about Bruno talian and ended in pidgin Engliserrible ic. I said erribly burned. o t to alla bergamasca.  o rudes ? Yes, ears, one from each eye.

    Crossing Step is, my green, remembered t rymen and not mine ed  called our religion. A quartet of ty-seventry regiment, sat at t of tossed up dice for t of the crucified.

    ent to library. tried to read t out yet. Am I alarmed? About  s again.

    Blake e:

    I wonder if illiam Bond will die

    For assuredly he is very ill.

    Alas, poor illiam!

    I  a diorama in Rotunda. At tures of big nobs. Among t Gladstone, just tra played O illie, we have missed you.

    A race of clodhoppers!

    Marcroubled nig to get t.

    A long curving gallery. From t is peopled by t in stone. token of hem for ever as dark vapours.

    Strange figures advance as from a cave. t as tall as men. One does not seem to stand quite apart from anot, reaks. t me and to ask me somet speak.

    Marco Dixon and  o till  back. Crocodile said all rigold  o do  it or not eat It.

    tality, Lepidus  of your mud by tion of your sun.

    And mine? Is it not too? to Nile mud !

    April 1. Disapprove of t phrase.

    April 2. Saing cakes in Joons, Mooney and OBriens. Ratells me Cranly ed t no I did. Sly behind a bushel of icklow bran.

    April 3. Met Davin at te Findlaters cer and ick. Asked me  true I  o tara roduction. Fate and observant. Asked Davin if  offer . Davin could not, o a meeting. old me  eye. Asked me ended to t over. told me t. ants me to read la out for t. More mud, more crocodiles.

    April 5. ild spring. Scudding clouds. O life! Dark stream of ser on e floter. houpla!

    April 6. Certainly s. Lyncime of  is consumed in t and t is living only because it brings forture. Statues of women, if Lync, sfully s.

    April 6, later. Mices remembers forgotten beauty and,  at all. I desire to press in my arms t yet come into the world.

    April 10. Faintly, under t, ty o dreamless sleep as a ly no, as t s as gems, o idings?

    April 11. Read e last nigion. ould s? I to like it also.

    April 13. t tundisime. I looked it up and find it Englis Englisoo. Damn tudies and  did o teaco learn it from us. Damn her!

    April 14. Jo returned from t of Ireland. European and Asiatic papers please copy. old us  an old man tain cabin. Old man  pipe. Old man spoke Iriso  universe and stars. Old man sat, listened, smoked, spat. then said:

    -- A be terrible queer creatures at tter and of the world.

    I fear  is  struggle all t till day come, till  till.

    till ill o me? No. I mean no harm.

    April 15. Met oday point blank in Grafton Street. t us togetopped. Ss of stories about me. to gain time. Asked me ing poems? About urned off t valve at once and opened tual-ing apparatus, invented and patented in all countries by Dante Aligalked rapidly of myself and my plans. In t of it unluckily I made a sudden gesture of a revolutionary nature. I must o to look at us. S after and, in going away, said s I said.

    No friendly, dont you?

    Yes, I liked oday. A little or muc knoo me. t case, all t, all t I t I t and all t I felt I felt, all t before no.O, give it up, old c off!

    April 16. Away! Away!

    te arms of roads, tall s stand against tale of distant nations. t to say: e are alone - come. And to me, to go, sant and terrible youth.

    April 26. Motting my ne is and  feels. Amen. So be it. elcome, O life, I go to encounter for time ty of experience and to forge in ted conscience of my race.

    April 27. Old fatificer, stand me noead.

    Dublin, 1904

    trieste, 1914