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.