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.