Once upon a time and a very good time it     a nis 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 Rok. Rody Kickory. Nasty Rod 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 . A o give a fello. One day a felloo twell:

        -- Id give you su a sed.

        twell had answered:

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

        t    a nice expression. old    to speak    day io 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 loling 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 uo tle tler bread t ty ate. It o see ts i er Abbey . And tences in Doctor ry but teo learn the spelling from.

        olsey died in Leicester Abbey

        s buried him.

        ker is a disease of plan is,

        cer one of animals.

        It o lie on tences. er     o so tc sle snuff box for ellss seasoned nut, ty. er    jump into tting at te ing fid t in tea. S on t and te kne of taug    river in Amerid    mountain in te because    but bot Dante    er 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 uro Simon Moonan and said:

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

        Suame because Simon Moonao 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    fused. 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. e on now, York! Fe ahead!

        Jack Lale silk badge    looked very ricop on. Step oo, ts about    pla 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 plad sed plad 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 o could ableclot    ea e apron, poured into oo or y Roc t tins. t dri it es, the fellows said.

        All te. 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.

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

        -- O yes, Stephen said.

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

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

        in a er 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 turo 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 fused 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    oime it h moved round always.

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

        o study t    learn till t places t     tries and tries is and tis he universe.

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

        Stephen Dedalus

        Class of Elements

        gowes ood College

        Sallins

        ty Kildare

        Ireland

        Europe

        the orld

        the Universe

        t en on te page:

        Stephen Dedalus is my name,

        Ireland is my nation.

        gowes 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    o it , t names fod 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 trigory. 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; op.     ter to go to bed to sleep. Only prayers is got a bit . First to get into. o t. But t    and t o be tired.    prayers ao 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.

        Ine 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 urees.

        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 ogs off and put on s quickly and krembling 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 e!

        o bed and, tug ts under , curled ogete ss, srembling. But    go to op. A voice bade tood 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 fad cloak and kne    only t air. ter tlefield ue far aanding on te and e cloak of a marshal.

        e it o t! All trarange 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 m 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, log, unlog tles and their keys made a quick music: click, click: click, click.

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

        Lovely

        All tep rigrate. ele 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 og. It    was queer and cold.

        Fleming said:

        -- Are you not well?

        know; and Fleming said:

        -- Get bato bed. Ill tell McGlade youre not well.

        -- hes sick.

        -- ho is?

        -- tell McGlade.

        -- Get bato bed.

        -- Is he sick?

        A felloo    and climbed bato 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 dido. Sure you ?

        old ever o peac glad.

        ells said:

        -- I dido, . It was only for cod. Im sorry.

        t a s and cer 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 uand trigory. 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 medie.

        Brotanding at t on    came a smell like medie. 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 tep tered toast.

        -- Ah, do! he said.

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

        -- 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 t.

        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. id 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 e bad tell old Step     a lot of race    ip to Brotime ed it because Brot and alold    of t every day up is, ss, and politics.

        -- No is all about politi talk about t too?

        -- Yes, Stephen said.

        -- Mioo, 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:

        --    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.

        --    you? said Stephen.

        -- to ask it?

        -- No, said Stephen.

        --    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    raed 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    baking stuff to drink ter no tier 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 maroo dress and    mantle ly past t by ters edge.

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        A great fire, banked e and uable tle late and still dinner    ready: but it o open and for ts to e 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,    ag tails, stood o till from time to time -tail to    one of ae 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.

        uro 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 t .

        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 des, God bless him.

        Mr Casey ill struggling t of couger. Stepel keeper thers fad 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 tboo s was: and he mans voice when he had said:

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

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

        It le broters eill ton jacket made    m    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 turo 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 a again on table. t tender. Uncle C speak because     it was.

        -- t o t? said Mr Dedalus.

        -- I didnt t mu him, said Mr Casey.

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

        -- A nise, for any man calling o give to .

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

        -- 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 Da 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.

        Daurned 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 ubliner.

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

        -- oe be to t ter for    a millstone ied about     into t    little o 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 Ce pieces of turkey and splasing little and Da ed    the dish and said:

        -- tasty bit leman.

        it on e, saying:

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

        Stepo eat again.

        te. then he said:

        -- ell no up fier 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 s.

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

        -- ted, Dante said. to try.

        -- tub of guts, said Mr Dedalus coarsely.    felloing 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 nht.

        -- 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 bited on o betray s in a se! By C, t!

        -- tly, cried Das. 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:

        -- e 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 nade 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 ing and sing nasal tone:

        O, e all you Roman catholics

        t o 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 tris and t made    Parnell. And s like o play estant and o play estants aants 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 mer 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 dang 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 tent, Kitty OS of it till at last s lady a    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 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 aed 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 goo 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 pt.

        -- A is true for tunate priest-ridden rad 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     love our try 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 iurn for cation? Didnt t from t and in t terence Bellew Maus?

        ep to tered a guffaw of coarse s.

        -- 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 e first.

        Mrs Dedalus, seei, said to her:

        -- Mrs Riordan, doe 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    es to t, no God for Ireland!

        -- Jo by t sleeve.

        Daared 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 aable, upsetting    and came to rest against t of an easy-co te turned round violently and sed de:

        -- 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-stri face, sa ears.

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        talked togettle groups.

        One fellow said:

        -- t he hill of Lyons.

        --    them?

        -- Mr Gleeson ahe 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 siess 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 inse in it and it he red coals.

        talking togettle groups o o    er    of sed 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 turowards 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 void 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 uand 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 arickled 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    e 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 t open it and fold it again to see o get. I    e back too.

        Yes, said Cecil t of studies his m.

        -- 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 doo them?

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

        -- And .

        -- All are taking expulsion except Can, 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 twiine.

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

        -- Please, sir, let me off!

        Aturned up t, saying:

        It t 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 ie fattisrong ale. And    of    Mr Gleeson    flog Can    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 monstrao run a some errible sin, to go in tly at nigo opeo ar in t beion    bot part by    God    in it of course . But still it range and a great sio touc.    of it errible and strange sin: it to t in tly. But to drink tar    of t by too: but it    terrible and stra 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 union. t union    day of your life. And once a lot of generals     day of     battle or t he said:

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

        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 er and said it    to any master to send on to dee 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    on to be in a     do it. But if    oime by mistake o fession? Pero fession to ter. And if ter did it o tor: and tor to to ts. t    t bee jesuits. And    Fatt s. It    because you     coloured coats and trousers and ads of s.

        tly and closed. A quick udies. tant of dead silend 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 er 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 k 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 ylasses?

        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 t 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.

        tio copy out t and    among tle elling takes tle and soft. turo    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    m to send     study till to be called a sco be pandied    or sed 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 differeeo Fatle voice as ed ted to be det. But it    of studies    but t eel-rimmed spectacles     fingers and t o    it better and louder.

        -- Its a stinkis    is, said Fleming in t in file to tory, to pandy a fello .

        -- You really broke ylasses by act, didnt you? Nasty Roche asked.

        Step    filled by Flemings    answer.

        -- Of course    stand it. Id go up aor on him.

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

        -- Did t you mucy Roche asked.

        -- Very mucephen said.

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

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

        -- Yes, do. Yes, go up aor on y Roorrow again and pandy you.

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

        And t of sed 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 i 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 Greed Rome . Peter Parley    page in a picture. t ttle buser Parley    like a protestant minister and a big stid    along to Greed 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 sed 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    tet 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 e back, ered t led to tle. And as    turning o look, t all ter    filing by.

        tle doors t y.    of    a 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 ed in a big cloak.

        on trance        ts    in te cloak of a marshal.

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

        t jumped when he heard a muffled voice say:

        -- e in!

        ur and pus open and    in.

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

        ing fast on at 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 e.

        -- 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 ylasses?

        -- 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 uand. You    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 oist 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 g:

        -- hurroo!

        A rector t was ever in gowes.

        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.
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