U 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 m, 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 panion. Uncle ed skin, rugged features and    Avenue and treet of to. Stepo go o ever side ter.    or t to epao take them, he would frown and say:

        -- take theyre good for your bowels.

        o teped on a beng for tepand at te ation, cepra tyle Mike Flynn favoured, ed, ed and raigice rainer imes illustrate truck co c doalking atid politics. t Mike Flynn    some of t runners of modern times tepen gla rainers flabby stubble-covered face, as it bent over tained fite, and y at treless blue eyes o tahe pouch.

        On ten pay a visit to t eper briskly about Step o 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 Stillan ing of t to t toains or along tstoo Dundrum, ing rudging along tanding in some grimy ly of ts s, of Irisiunster 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 aveood fortever range and terrible. At nig up on table an image of t of transfers and paper floissue paper and strips of te is io    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, ain unadorned and tened for aking sel enant befiving orders. to t doo tle and fougtle o ragglers ale odours of trils and their hair.

        Aubrey and Stepen t in to Carries 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 goi to an end o al. Aubrey    scly forays or battles on tepimes    round    n seeing t. ed to catccly ligo see     s life enougo deliver milk, if    bag of gis 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 bee back to goime    t c    so ion of tion ir at times in t no outlet. A dusk like t of ter ering along tramtra t    stling behind him.

        uro Mercedes and, as range u crept into imes a fever gato rove alone in t aves in tender influeo less . t play annoyed    at go    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 disma. 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 inonologue. 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 i, 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, gois but y in s tral 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 tisfa gre io er day as if    someo 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 tieing its mortifying flavour i.

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

        -- tiful Mabel er!

        A ried 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 fasated:

        -- tiful Mabel er!

        As if fasated, 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 d of    listening to ture t lay open in ts and winding galleries and jagged caverns.

        Suddenly ure like a mohe 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 sunbos.

        But o taste to rivial, o ation of er ravelled t, taunting, searg .

        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, fetting 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 se before him.

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

        But ting alone iram, ore icket intloomily at ted footboard.

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

        Roderick Kickham

        Joon

        Anthony Maey

        Simon Moonan

        No seemed as if , by dint of brooding on t,    o fidence. 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 berees 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 go.

        -- I o ime, just at the square.

        -- te it. I mean about Belvedere.

        -- Of course    I tell you he order now?

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

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

        -- And t they, Simon?

        -- Ratell you. You saable at gowes. 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 tle penny o keep your nose dry. ont t be grand fun?

        Maurice gri    her.

        Mr Dedalus screep answering hers gaze.

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

        -- O, , Simon!

        -- Not     at 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 turo 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 e doeps from to tre. Steered in groups about trao tre and usors ern .

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

        Stepo ation for essay ing ed secretary to t in t se of t in tion , t of a farcical pedagogue.    for it on at of ature and grave manners for    t Belvedere and in wo.

        A score of te knickers and sis 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 g to to make e. A little troop of Neapolitan peasants ising teps at ts of paper violets and curtsying. In a dark er of t tar a stout old lady k 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 fader 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 u flare opposite came t spread upre seem a festive ark, ans 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 reised heron by his voice.

        -- y voice. ele to our trusty friend!

        t peal of mirteｗｗr as o poke th his e.

        -- eping and glang from o his friend.

        tter rao    iips,    a pale dandyisravelling sloall overcoated figure and a .    trouble    an introdu 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 publia.

        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 stra Vi : tood out bet promi eyes    toget togetalked togeter beads over tinguisepual     up teto ask for a free day or to get a fellow off.

        -- O by the way, said heron suddenly, I saw yovernoing in.

        tepo er put o rout in a moment. ed in timorous sileo     say . 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? Yovern 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 e 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 t play t on me any more, ts one sure five.

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

        Step of aered nor fused, 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 oingle 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 uill 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 reag.

        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 Drumdra Road when he heard a voice cry:

        -- !

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

        As soon as turned into liffe Road togeto speak about books and ers, saying    epeo 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.

        turo 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 sful 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 sile    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 Bolaher.

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

        -- cic, . In a moment Stephen risoner.

        -- 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 e.

        It . Nasump ruggling and kig us 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, cs madly and sobbing.

        ill repeating teor amid t laug malignant episode ill passing sly before o tormented    fotten 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 iing 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 ond get dressed for tter.

        -- o ty drao.

        turo ed:

        -- But Doyle is in an awful bake.

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

        -- ell, I must go le 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 radesely in    seduced Steps of quiet obedience. rusted turbulend doubted ty of suco icipation of manion of ions, trivial to s intangible poms and turning in irresolution from sut 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 det felloo so beg to do    to get free days for t    made    irresolutely in t of poms. ime but asmal rades.

        In try a plump fres and an elderly man, in ss and ced    or stood still aoucive fiips. In try a you, o tood rog ips of oes to    o s.    off less decy of ane and less shoes.

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

        ed blad blue by tened distractedly to t s tain age frig t of t o play ed o ed ce 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 se    in a side se, 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, flickerieps from te, eager t some prey s elude    ts cors. ill greater e and faintly scious of tares and nudges s wake.

        on teps ing for    t lamp. In a gla 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 inse 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 go    no elegraply every four seds, 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 ses of ale broken by sigs from    flask . Step could feel no pity. trao    of uncle Cely been fading out of memory.    y o be sold by au, and in t to asy.

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

        t ill early m and Steporia el. t raffiding before table, examining ac care, ing er-jug and dra back sideo see tter. ly to    at and phrasing:

        `tis youth and folly

        Makes young men marry,

        So here, my love, Ill

        No loay.

        t 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 eremors oorange sad s of ts ill ep up quickly to dress and, whe song had ended, said:

        -- ts muctier ther e-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, graotes t o put in t I    got. t he boy who could sing a e-all-you, if you like.

        Mr Dedalus    and during ter for loe 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 ilessly for to begin again. By time tlessness o fever. er; aaied 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 ag 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 sied 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 siess sig.

        ion in Belvedere, a free boy, a leader afraid of y, proud aive and suspicious, battling against t t of ters cut in tained ared upotle in    greter and foul to s siess 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 a lemen, Step least I    Irisoo. ts t you to associate    kidney. Im talking to you as a friend, Step believe a so you as yrandfatreated me    day    me smoking. I anding at terrae 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    turo a fantastic . erpret tters of trous y. Noto    an eced cries o o ted by s, aed 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, e, gotle boy aug ten slim jim out of    cap and c leaping and dang on ttle bedroom in tor in a blad 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. rao t of existen suc by deat by fading out in t and fotten se to see : a little boy in a grey belted suit. s and rousers ucked in at tids.

        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 ja.

        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 encing    in    t to put in to translate s passages from Dilectus and asked     to say: tempora mutantur    mutamur in illis or tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis. Anoto say he Cirls.

        --    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.

        -- ting 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    remember even yreat-grandfateper heres a memory for you!

        -- ts tions - feions, 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 mier 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 agairy as I did ty years ago along    man for it.

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

        -- ell, I s all I    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 panionless?

        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    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 e out, t tanding in t.

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

        -- e 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 reis on t. y in trams. to an end. t of pink enamel paint gave out and t of s unfinisered coat.

        uro its usual uro    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 dud active i and neions, tides    as from ers ides began once more to jostle fiercely above the crumbled mole.

        oo ile isolation.    gone oep    to approacless s er.    t    stood to tical kinserage, fostercerbrother.

        uro 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 iastic riot, its keen and ing sense ression.

        uro 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 estra and adve 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 foroto si    some dark presence moving irresistibly upon le and murmurous as a flood filling self. Its murmur besieged itude in sleep; its subtle streams peed eet togets peioc reet to    t eluded ed    rangled for so long in    issued from    broke from reaty, a cry for an iniquitous abando, 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 clam 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, g 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 a speak.

        Sinkling tle rascal.

        -- Give me a kiss, she said.

        bend to kiss ed to be o be caressed sl 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.
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