to music! . Over    ill, as if ers, scious of faint s music. o a tremulous m knoion. A spirit filled    er, s as de ly it o a s open to t and tly.

        An e of t! t ed. In a dream or vision asy of serap an instant of e 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 fused form ly its aftergloion tlo,    lig rose and ardent ligrange ra 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 a. And tar of the world.

        Above the smoke of praise

        Goes up from o rim to rim

        tell no more of enced days.

        Smoke    up from t at o    verses over and over; t on stumbling tammering and baffled; topped. ts cry was broken.

        t    faintly very far atered; te ligself east and , c 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 floder 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 feigo 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 merdise.

        -- 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 e spray o he glow was deeper on her cheek.

        A monk! arted forter, a ic francis,    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    see it every day. t he language has.

        -- And ther Moran?

        -- too. ing 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 refles of arted from c ter of es, ry si 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?

        A,    revile and mock    t    erly as reets t sry, a bat-like soul o tself in darkness and secred 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 sacrifig hands upraise

        to the brim.

        tell no more of enced days.

        liill turning it to quiet indulgeo feel tter by seeing ter.

        t o be     all around    to ao and staring at t overblo floattered o    flo ways.

        A gradual    it desd 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 t , ed in    arms lengt smiling and approve of terary form.

        No, no; t .

        o feel t    to pity ood till o t too    ue ion of ure    e upon    o live as    sinned, and a tender passion 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 speeystery, 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 o 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 sacrifig 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 t ting quivering bodies passed: six, ten, eleven: and een: f t a temple of air.

        eo 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 telled of ures of times and seasons because t perverted t order by reason.

        And fes 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 as into a dot        t it     for t    to leave for ever to w of which he had e?

        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 uhe eave before

        ers.

        A soft liquid joy like ters flo peace of silent spaces of fading tenuous sky above ters, of oic 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 poli 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 ed into t,    up taircase and passed in turnstile.

        ly ting over ionaries. A t tispiece, lay before .    of a fessor to tudent     and t at table closed ablet ood up.

        ly gazed after udent    on in a softer voice:

        -- Pao kings fourth.

        -- e ter go, Dixon, said Stepo plain.

        Dixon folded ty, saying:

        -- Our meired in good order.

        -- ittle, added Steping to titlepage of lys book on he Ox.

        As tables Stephen said:

        -- ly, I    to speak to you.

        ly did not ansurn. er and passed out,    sounding flatly on taircase ly at Dixoed:

        -- Pao kings bloody fourth.

        -- Put it t way if you like, Dixon said.

        toneless void urbane manners and on a finger of    moments a sig 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.

        ly smiled and said kindly:

        -- tain er Scott. Isnt t so, captain?

        --    are you reading noain? Dixon asked. tt, tes someter    toucer Scott.

        ly in time to    often over his sad eyes.

        Sadder to Stepeel at, 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    up and shapely and caressing was Davins hand.

        and on t fort try gang leaped out of    a distand brooded uneasily on    again.    lys y and innoce stung ly?

        o take leave elaborately of the dwarf.

        Uemple anding in t of a little group of students. One of them cried:

        -- Dixon, e 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:

        -- e 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 s.

        round to Stephen.

        -- Did you kno ters are the kings of Belgium? he asked.

        ly came out tra ba teeth care.

        And emple. Do you kno about ters?

        eet of oot it ily

        -- ter family, temple said, is desded from Bald, king of Flanders. er. Forester and Forster are t of Bald, captain Francis Forster, settled in Ireland and married ter of t    of brassil. 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 ptive student h dark eyes.

        -- Balded, sug at a crevi eeth.

        -- Pernobilis et pervetusta familia, temple said to Stepout student eps farted briefly. Dixon turowards    voice:

        -- Did an angel speak?

        ly 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 sce as a paulo post futurum.

        -- Didnt I tell you emple, turning rig. Didnt I give    name?

        -- You did. ere not deaf, said tall ptive.

        ly still fro tout student belo, ly doeps.

        -- Go a. And you are a stinkpot.

        Goggins skipped doo t ouro emple turned back to Stephen and asked:

        -- Do you believe in ty?

        -- Are you drunk    to say? asked ly, fag round on h an expression of wonder.

        -- t profouence ever ten, temple said e tion is th.

        oucepimidly at the elbow and said eagerly:

        -- Do you feel    is because you are a poet?

        -- ly pointed his long forefinger.

        -- Look at o t Irelands hope!

        t ure. temple turned on him bravely, saying:

        -- ly, youre al me. I    see t. But I am as good as you any day. Do you kno you noh myself?

        -- My dear man, said ly 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 ly, oo, like me. Only    kno. And ts the only difference I see.

        A burst of laug urned again to Steph a sudden eagerness:

        -- t    iing s the only English dual number. Did you know?

        -- Is it? Stephen said vaguely.

        cured suffering face, lit up noie like foul er poured over an old stone image, patient of injuries; and, as    salute and u stood stiffly from his forehead like an iron .

        S from tepo lys greeting.    a slig e 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 ma of a sl 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 be it. s body, tender yet brittle as a grain of rice, betant before    it fall from    live or die. to    t    created by God    tig of ten, made tle brigurning often as t    dark fell from t ness.

        Brighe air.

        even remembered rig s    of sloth.

        oudents. ell t o e    and . Let her.

        ly 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 ptive student and Dixon and OKeeffe o ly, he said:

        -- Good evening, particularly to you.

        ion and tittered again. ly, will cs of his jaws.

        -- Good? Yes. It is a good evening.

        t student looked at ly and reprovingly.

        -- I    see,    you are about to make obvious remarks.

        -- Um, ly ans to students mout .

        t student did    it but, indulging ill tittering and prodding h his umbrella:

        -- Do you i?

        ed bluntly to the fig, and said loudly:

        -- I allude to t.

        Um, ly said as before.

        -- Do you i 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 ly rudely. I suppose you mean ted c are taughem!

        off t of tt.

        -- I suffer little e unto me, Glynn said amiably.

        -- A bloody ape, ly repeated h emphasis, and a blasphemous bloody ape!

        temple stood up and, pus ly, addressed Glynn:

        -- t pestament about suffer to e to me.

        -- Go to sleep again, temple, said OKeeffe.

        -- Very emple tinued, still addressing Glynn, and if Jesus suffered to e wo ized? ?

        -- ere you baptized yourself, temple? tive student asked.

        -- But o o e? temple said, his eyes searg 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 ple 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 iion too. Like hell.

        -- But ness left out, Dixon said. urned smiling to thers and said:

        -- I t in saying so much.

        -Ylynn said in a firm tone. On t point Ireland is united.

        ruck tone floor of the nade.

        -- emple said. I    respect t iion of tan. rong and ugly. But w is limbo?

        -- Put o tor, ly, OKeeffe called out.

        ly made a s step toemple, ed, stamping , g as if to a fowl:

        -- hoosh!

        temple moved away nimbly.

        -- Do you knoion like t in Roson?

        --    you! ly cried, clapping his hands.

        -- emple cried out sfully. And ts w I call limbo.

        -- Give us t stick here, ly said.

        c rougepeps: but temple, , fled ture, nimble and fleet-footed. lys s were urning    eacep.

        ep    gesture    tick bato Stepep t , feigning patieoucly and said quietly:

        -- ly, I told you I ed to speak to you. e a s and asked:

        -- Now?

        -- Yes, noep speak here. e away.

        toget speaking. tled softly folloeps of turned, and Dixon, :

        -- o?    about t game, ly?

        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 igs and desires of to s across try lanes, urees by treams atled bogs. A    nig    him no womans eyes had wooed.

        aken in a strong grip and lys voice said:

        -- Let us eke go.

        then ly said:

        -- t blit, temple! I so Moses, do you kno Ill be t felloime.

        but eping to he porch.

        turo t and ephen said:

        -- ly, I    quarrel this evening.

        -- ith your people? ly asked.

        -- ither.

        -- Abion?

        -- Yes, Stephen answered.

        After a pause ly asked:

        --    age is your mother?

        -- Not old, Stepo make my easter duty.

        -- And will you?

        -- I , Stephen said.

        -- ? ly said.

        -- I    serve, ansephen.

        -- t remark was made before, ly said calmly.

        -- It is made beeply.

        ly pressed Stephens arm, saying:

        -- Go easy, my dear man. Youre aable bloody man, do you know.

        o Steph moved and friendly eyes, said:

        -- Do you kno you are aable man?

        -- I daresay I am, said Stephen, laughing also.

        tely estranged, seemed suddenly to o ther.

        -- Do you believe in t? ly asked.

        -- I do not, Stephen said.

        -- Do you disbelieve then?

        -- I    nor disbelieve in it, Stephen answered.

        -- Many persons s, even religious persons, yet t ts on t point to?

        -- I do not ephen answered.

        ly, embarrassed for a moment, took anot and    to eat it wephen said:

        -- Dont, please. You ot discuss tion h full of chewed fig.

        ly exami 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, ly 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 bee.

        -- Not as you are no as you o bee, ly 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? ly asked.

        -- Do you mean women?

        -- I am not speaking of t, ly 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 --

        ly 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 ee glibly tributes.

        -- A medical student, an oarsman, a tenor, an amateur actor, a sing politi, a small landlord, a small ior, a drinker, a good felloory-teller, somebodys secretary, sometillery, a tax-gat and at present a praiser of .

        ly laugigephens arm, and said:

        -- tillery is damn good.

        -- Is t to knoephen asked.

        -- Are you in good circumsta present?

        -- Do, look it? Steply.

        -- So t on musingly, you he lap of luxury.

        eederstand t t vi.

        -- 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. tterao 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 ig, said ly.

        -- Aloysius Gonzaga, I tephen said.

        -- And hen, said ly.

        -- 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, ly asked, t Jesus    o be?

        -- t person to ephen answered, was Jesus himself.

        -- I mean, ly said, o you t e,    it more plainly, t he was a blackguard?

        -- t idea never occurred to me, Step I am curious to kn to make a vert of me or a pervert of yourself?

        uroo make finely signifit.

        ly asked suddenly in a plain sensible tone:

        -- tell me trut all s I said?

        -- Someephen said.

        -- And    ion 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, ly 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, ly said.

        Stepruck by one of closure, reope once by saying:

        -- I fear many torms, macry roads at night.

        -- But w of bread?

        -- I imagiep t reality behings I say I fear.

        -- Do you fear t trike you dead and damn you if you made a sacrilegious union?

        -- t ion y turies of auty and veion.

        -- ould you, ly asked, ireme danger, it t particular sacrilege? For instance, if you lived in the penal days?

        -- I ot ans, Step.

        -- t io bee a protestant?

        -- I said t I    tep not t I    self-respect.    kind of liberatioo forsake an absurdity o embrae w?

        toorees and ttered lig to fort t glimmered in tc was    broken bars:

        Rosie OGrady.

        ly stopped to listen, saying:

        -- Mulier tat.

        t beauty of tin oug 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 oued to ar, soone and more faintly as the ce died.

        t on togeting in strongly stressed rhe refrain:

        And when we are married,

        O, hoy 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 sider t poetry? Or do you knohe words mean?

        -- I    to see Rosie first, said Stephen.

        -- So find, ly said.

        bad 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? ly asked.

        -- ephen said.

        -- Yes, ly said. It mig for you to live    is it t makes you go?

        -- I o go, Stephen answered.

        -- Because, ly tinued, 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    lys s in exion    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? ly asked. Yes, I remember it. to discover t self in uered freedom.

        Step in ao.

        -- Freedom! ly repeated. But you are not free enoug to it 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 iain circumsta 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, ly said.

        co    teethen he said carelessly:

        -- tell me, for example, would you deflower a virgin?

        -- Excuse me, Stepely, is t not tion of most youlemen?

        --    t of view? ly asked.

        penied 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    and as wo use - silence, exile, and ing.

        ly seized eered o lead oepion.

        -- ing indeed!    you? You poor poet, you!

        -- And you made me fess to you, Stepouco you so many ot?

        -- Yes, my cill gaily.

        -- You made me fess 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.

        ly, now grave again, slowed his pad 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 rue deep cure. o be? Step silence. A cold sadness here. he had spoken of himself, of his own loneliness which he feared.

        -- Of    answer.
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