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.