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At this pertinent suggestion, Mr Bloom, to change the subject, looked down, but in a quandary, as he couldn’t tell exactly what construction to put on belongs to which sounded rather a far cry. The rebuke of some kind was clearer than the other part. Needless to say, the fumes of his recent orgy spoke then which some asperitywith some asperity [sic] in a curious bitter way, foreign to his sober state. Probably the home life, to which Mr Bloom attached the utmost importance, had not been all that was needful or he hadn’t been familiarised with the right sort of people. With a touch of fear for the young man beside him, whom he furtively scrutinised with an air of some consternation, remembering he had just come back from Paris, the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing to throw much light on the subject, however, he brought to mind instances of cultured fellows that promised so brilliantly, nipped in the bud of premature decay, and nobody to blame but themselves. For instance, there was the case of O’Callaghan, for one, the half crazy faddist, respectably connected, though of inadequate means, with his mad vagaries, among whose other gay doings when rotto and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round he was in the habit of ostentatiously sporting in public a suit of brown paper (a fact). And then the usual dénouement after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got landed into hot water and had to be spirited away by a few friends, after a strong hint to a blind horse from John Mallon of Lower Castle Yard, so as not to be made amenable under section two of the Criminal Law Amendment Act, certain names of those subpœnaed being handed in but not divulged, for reasons which will occur to anyone with a pick of brains. Briefly, putting two and two together, six sixteen, which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to, Antonio and so forth, jockeys and esthetesandesthetes and [sic] the tattoo which was all the go in the seventies or thereabouts, even in the House of Lords, because early in life the occupant of the throne, then heir apparent, the other members of the upper ten and other high personages simply following in the footsteps of the head of the state, he reflected about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality such as the Cornwall case a number of years before under their veneer in a way scarcely intended by nature, a thing good Mrs Grundy as the law stands was terribly down on, though not for the reason they thought they were probably, whatever it was, except women chiefly, who were always fiddling more or less at one another, it being largely a matter of dress and all the rest of it. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and every

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Rh welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider between them by innuendo and give more of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two, she unbuttoned his and then he untied her, mind the pin, whereas savages in the cannibal islands, say, at ninety degrees in the shade not caring a continental. However, reverting to the original, there were on the other hand others who had forced their way to the top from the lowest rung by the aid of their bootstraps. Sheer force of natural genius, that. With brains, sir.

For which and further reasons he felt it was interest and duty even to wait on and profit by the unlookedfor occasion, though why, he could not exactly tell, being, as it was, already several shillings to the bad, having, in fact, let himself in for it. Still, to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small... Intellectual stimulation as such was, he felt, from time to time a firstrate tonic for the mind. Added to which was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row, old salt, of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the whole galaxy of events, all went to make up a miniature cameo of the world we live in, especially as the lives of the submerged tenth, viz., coalminers, divers, scavengers, etc., were very much under the microscope lately. To improve the shining hour he wondered whether he might meet with anything approaching the same luck as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in writing. Suppose he were to pen something out of the common groove (as he fully intended doing) at the rate of one guinea per column, My Experiences, let us say, in a Cabman’s Shelter.

The pink edition, extra sporting, of the Telegraph, tell a graphic lie, lay, as luck would have it, beside his elbow and as he was just puzzling again, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him and the preceding rebus the vessel came from Bridgwater and the postcard was addressed to A. Boudin, find the captain’s age, his eyes went aimlessly over the respective captions which came under his special province, the allembracing give us this day our daily press. First he got a bit of a start but it turned out to be only something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like that. Great battle Tokio. Lovemaking in Irish £ 200 damages. Gordon Bennett. Emigration swindle. Letter from His Grace William undefined. Ascot Throwaway recalls Derby of ’92 when Captain Marshall’s dark horse, Sir Hugo, captured the blue ribband at long odds. New-York disaster, thousand lives lost. Foot and Mouth. Funeral of the late Mr Patrick Dignam.

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So to change the subject he read about Dignam, R. I. P., which, he reflected, was anything but a gay sendoff.

This morning (Hynes put in, of course), the remains of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his residence, n° Newbridge Avenue, ''Sandymount, for interment in Glasnevin. The deceased gentleman was a most popular'' and genial personality in city life and his demise, after a brief illness, came as great ''shock to citizens of all classes by whom he is deeply regretted. The obsequies, at which'' many friends of the deceased were present, were carried out (certainly Hynes wrote it with a nudge from Corny) by Messrs. H. J. O’Neill & Son, 164 North Strand ''road. The mourners included : Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan (brother-in- law), John Henry Menton, solr., Martin Cunningham, John Power eatondph '' ador dorador douradora (must be where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes’s ad) Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, B. A.Simon Dedalus, Stephen Dedalus, B. A. [sic], Edward J. Lambert, Cornelius Kelleher, Joseph M C. Hynes, L. Bloom, C. P. M’Coy, M’Intosh, and several others.

Nettled not a little by L. BoomL. Bloom [sic] (as it incorrectly stated) and the line of bitched type, but tickled to death simultaneously by C. P. M’Coy and Stephen Dedalus, B. A., who were conspicuous, needless to say, by their total absence (to say nothing of M’Intosh), L. Boom pointed it out to his companion B. A., engaged in stifling another yawn, half nervousness, not forgetting the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints.

Is that first epistle to the Hebrews, he asked, as soon as his bottom jaw would let him, in? Text : open thy mouth and put thy foot in it.

It is, really, Mr Bloom said (though first he fancied he alluded to the archbishop till he added about foot and mouth with which there could be no possible connection) overjoyed to set his mind at rest and a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford’s after all managing the thing, there.

While the other was reading it on page two Boom (to give him for the nonce his new misnomer) whiled away a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts with the account of the third event at Ascot on page three, his side-value 1,000 sovs., with 3,000 sovs. in specie added for entire colts and fillies. Mr F. Alexander’s Throwaway, b. h. by Rightaway, 5 yrs, 9 st 4 lbs, Thrale (W. Lane) 1. Lord Howard de Walden’s Zinfandel (M. Cannon) 2. Mr W. Bass’s Sceptre, 3. Bettings 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway (off). Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order. It was anybody’s race then the rank outsider drew to the fore got long lead, beating lord Howard de Walden’s chestnut colt and Mr W. Bass’s bay filly Sceptre on a 2 1/2 mile course. Winner

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Rh trained by Braine so that Lenehan’s version of the business was all pure buncombe. Secured the verdict cleverly by a length. 1,000 sovs. with 300 in specie. Also ran J. de Bremond’s (French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in yet but expected any minute) Maximum II. Different ways of bringing off a coup. Lovemaking damages. Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a tangent in his impetuosity to get left. Of course, gambling eminently lent itself to that sort of thing though, as the event turned out, the poor fool hadn’t much reason to congratulate himself on his pick, the forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced itself to eventually.

There was every indication they would arrive at that, Mr Bloom said.

Who? the other, whose hand by the way was hurt, said.

One morning you would open the paper, the cabman affirmed, and read, Return of Parnell. He bet them what they liked.A Dublin fusilier was in that shelter one night and said he saw him in South Africa. Pride it was killed him. He ought to have done away with himself or lain low for a time after Committee Room n° 15 until he was his old self again with no-one to point a fiingerfinger [sic] at him. Then they would all to a man have gone down on their marrowbones to him to come back when he had recovered his senses. Dead he wasn’t. Simply absconded somewhere. The coffin they brought over was full of stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer general. He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so forth and so on.

All the same Bloom (properly so dubbed) was rather surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of ten it was a case of tarbarrels, and not singly but in their thousands, and then complete oblivion because it was twenty odd years. Highly unlikely, of course, there was even a shadow of truth in the stories and, even supposing, he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered. Something evidently riled them in his death. Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it transpired he owed his death to his having neglected to change his boots and clothes after a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to consult a specialist he being confined to his room till he eventually died of it amid widespread regret before a fortnight was at an end or quite possibly they were distressed to find the job was taken out of their hands. Of course nobody being acquainted with his movements even before, there was absolutely no clue as to his whereabouts which were decidedly of the Alice, where art thou order even prior to his starting to go under several aliases such as Fox and Stewart, so the

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Works

 * Popular poetry of the Baluchis, 2 vols, (1905)

Translations

 * The Book of Duarte Barbosa (1918–1921)

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604 remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility. Naturally then, it would prey on his mind as a born leader of men, which undoubtedly he was, and a commanding figure, a sixfooter or at any rate five feet ten or eleven in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs. So-and-So who, though they weren’t even a patch on the former man, ruled the roost after their redeeming features were very few and far between. It certainly pointed a moral, the idol with feet of clay. And then seventytwo of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with mutual mudslinging. And the identical same with murderers. You had to come back that haunting sense kind of drew you  to show the understudy in the title rôle how to. He saw him once on the auspicious occasion when they broke up the type in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and, in point of fact, handed him his silk hat when it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he undoubtedly was under his frigid expression notwithstanding the little misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip, what’s bred in the bone. Still, as regards return, you were a lucky dog if they didn’t set the terrier at you directly you got back. Then a lot of shillyshally usually followed. Tom for and Dick and Harry against. And then, number one, you came up against the man in possession and had to produce your credentials, like the claimant in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the boat’s name to the best of his recollection he, the heir, went down in, as the evidence went to show, and there was a tattoo mark too in Indian ink, Lord Bellew, was it? As he might very easily have picked up the details from some pal on board ship and then, when got up to tally with the description given, introduce himself with, Excuse me, my name is So-and-So or some such commonplace remark. A more prudent course, Mr Bloom said to the not over effusive, in fact like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, would have been to sound the lie of the land first.

That bitch, that English whore, did for him, the shebeen proprietor commented. She put the first nail in his coffin.

Fine lump of a woman, all the same, the soi-disant townclerk, Henry Campbell remarked, and plenty of her. I seen her picture in a barber’s. Her husband was a captain or an officer.

Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added. He was, and a cottonball one.

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 P. 6 MEAN WHILE went Satan before Los accusing Palamabron:

Himself exculpating with mildest speech, for himself believ'd

That he had not oppress'd nor injur'd the refractory servants.

But Satan returning to his Mills (for Palamabron had serv'd

The Mills of Satan as the easier task) found all confusion:

And back return'd to Los, not fill'd with vengeance but with tears,

Himself convinc'd of Palamabron's turpitude. Los beheld

The servants of the Mills drunken with wine and dancing wild

With shouts and Palamabron's songs, rending the forests green

With ecchoing confusion, tho' the Sun was risen on high.

Then Los took off his left sandal, placing it on his head,

Signal of solemn mourning: when the servants of the Mills

Beheld the signal they in silence stood, tho' drunk with wine.

Los wept! But Rintrah also came, and Enitharmon on

His arm lean'd tremblingly, observing all these things.

And Los said: Ye Genii of the Mills! the Sun is on high,

Your labours call you: Palamabron is also in sad dilemma:

His horses are mad: his Harrow confounded: his companions enrag'd.

Mine is the fault! I should have remember'd that pity divides the soul,

And man, unmans: follow with me my Plow: this mournful day

Must be a blank in Nature: follow with me, and tomorrow again

Resume your labours, & this day shall be a mournful day.

Wildly they follow'd Los and Rintrah, & the Mills were silent:

They mourn'd all day, this mournful day of Satan & Palamabron:

And all the Elect & all the Redeem'd mourn'd one toward another

Upon the mountains of Albion among the cliffs of the Dead.

They Plow'd in tears! incessant pour'd Jehovah's rain & Molech's

Thick fires, contending with the rain, thunder'd above rolling

Terrible over their heads; Satan wept over Palamabron.

Theotormon & Bromion contended on the side of Satan,

Pitying his youth and beauty, trembling at eternal death.

Michael contended against Satan in the rolling thunder:

Thulloh the friend of Satan also reprov'd him: faint their reproof.

But Rintrah who is of the reprobate: of those form'd to destruction:

In indignation for Satan's soft dissimulation of friendship

Flam'd above all the plowed furrows, angry, red and furious:

Till Michael sat down in the furrow, weary, dissolv'd in tears.

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 He smote Thulloh & slew him, & he stood terrible over Michael

Urging him to arise: he wept. Enitharmon saw his tears.

But Los hid Thulloh from her sight, lest she should die of grief.

She wept: she trembled: she kissed Satan: she wept over Michael:

She form'd a Space for Satan & Michael & for the poor infected.

Trembling she wept over the Space, & clos'd it with a tender Moon.

Los secret buried Thulloh, weeping disconsolate over the moony Space.

But Palamabron called down a Great Solemn Assembly,

That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelled to

Defend a Lie, that he may be snared & caught & taken.

P. 7 AND all Eden descended into Palamabron's tent,

Among Albion's Druids & Bards in the caves beneath Albion's

Death Couch, in the caverns of death, in the corner of the Atlantic.

And in the midst of the Great Assembly Palamabron pray'd:

O God, protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me:

Thou hast giv'n me power to protect myself from my bitterest enemies.

Mark well my words! they are of your eternal salvation!

Then rose the Two Witnesses, Rintrah & Palamabron:

And Palamabron appeal'd to all Eden, and receiv'd

Judgment: and Lo! it fell on Rintrah and his rage,

Which now flam'd high & furious in Satan against Palamabron,

Till it became a proverb in Eden. Satan is among the Reprobate.

Los in his wrath curs'd heaven & earth, he rent up Nations,

Standing on Albion's rocks among high-rear'd Druid temples

Which reach the stars of heaven & stretch from pole to pole.

He displac'd continents, the oceans fled before his face:

He alter'd the poles of the world, east, west & north & south,

But he clos'd up Enitharmon from the sight of all these things.

For Satan flaming with Rintrah's fury hidden beneath his own mildness

Accus'd Palamabron before the Assembly of ingratitude, of malice:

He created Seven deadly Sins, drawing out his infernal scroll

Of Moral laws and cruel punishments upon the clouds of Jehovah,

To pervert the Divine voice in its entrance to the earth

With thunder of war & trumpet's sound, with armies of disease,

Punishments & deaths muster'd & number'd, Saying: I am God alone:

There is no other: let all obey my principles of moral individuality.

I have brought them from the uppermost, innermost recesses

Of my Eternal Mind: transgressors I will rend off for ever,


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Rh upon the historic story which had aroused extraordinary interest at the time when the facts, to make matters worse, were made public with the usual affectionate letters that passed between them, full of sweet nothings. First, it was strictly platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them, till it bit by bit matters came to a climax and the matter became the talk of the town till the staggering blow came as a welcome intelligence to not a few evildisposed however, who were resolved upon encouraging his downfal though the thing was public property all along though not to anything like the sensational extent that it subsequently blossomed into. Since their names were coupled, though, since he was her declared favorite, where was the particular necessity to proclaim it to the rank and file from the housetops, the fact namely, that he had shared her bedroom, which came out in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a particular date in the act of scrambling out of an upstairs apartment with the assistance of a ladder in night apparel, having gained admittance in the same fashion, a fact that the weeklies, addicted to the lubric a little, simply coined shoals of money out of. Whereas the simple fact of the case was it was simply a case of the husband not being up to the scratch with nothing in common between them beyond the name and then a real man arriving on the scene, strong to the verge of weakness, falling a victim to her siren charms and forgetting home ties. The usual sequel, to bask in the loved one’s smiles. The eternal question of the life connubial, needless to say, cropped up. Can real love, supposing there happens to be another chap in the case, exist between married folk? Though it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he regarded her with affection carried away by a wave of folly. A magnificent specimen of manhood he was truly, augmented obviously by gifts of a high order as compared with the other military supernumerary, that is (who was just the usual everyday farewell, my gallant captain kind of an individual in the light dragoons, the 18th hussars to be accurate), and inflammable doubtless (the fallen leader, that is not the other) in his own peculiar way which she of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly likely to carve his way to fame, which he almost bid fair to do till the priests and ministers of the gospel as a whole, his erstwhile staunch adherents and his beloved evicted tenants for whom he had done yeoman service in the rural parts of the country by taking up the cudgels on their behalf in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping

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606 coals of fire on his head-much in the same way as the fabled ass’s kick. Looking back now in a retrospective kind of arrangement, all seemed a kind of dream. And the coming back was the worst thing you ever did because it went without saying you would feel out of place as things always moved with the times. Why, as he reflected, Irishtown Strand, a locality he had not been in for quite a number of years, looked different somehow since, as it happened, he went to reside on the north side. North or south however, it was just the wellknown case of hot passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a vengeance and just bore out the very thing he was saying, as she also was Spanish or half so, types that wouldn’t do things by halves, passionate abandon of the south, casting every shred of decency to the winds.

Just bears out what I was saying, he, with glowing bosom said to Stephen. And, if I don’t greatly mistake, she was Spanish too.

The king of Spain’s daughter, Stephen answered, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so many...

Was she? Bloom ejaculated surprised, though not astonished by any means. I never heard that rumour before. Possible, especially there it was, as she lived there. So, Spain.

Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket Sweets of, which reminded him by the by of that Capel street library book out of date, he took out his pocketbook and, turning over the various contents rapidly, finally he...

Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type?

Stephen, obviously addressed, looked down on the photo showing a large sized lady, with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion, as she was in the full bloom of womanhood, In evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the occasion to give a liberal display of bosom, with more than vision of breasts, her full lips parted, and some perfect teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano, on the rest of which was In old Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her (the lady’s) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile about something to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Dublin’s premier photographic artist, being responsible for the esthetic execution.

Mrs Bloom, my wife the prima donna, Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom indicated. Taken a few years since. In or about. Very like her then.

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Beside the young man he looked also at the photo of the lady now his legal wife who, he intimated, was the accomplished daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a singer having even made her bow to the public when her years numbered barely sweet sixteen. As for the face, it was a speaking likeness in expression but it did not do justice to her figure, which came in for a lot of notice usually and which did not come out to the best advantage in that getup She could without difficulty, he said, have posed for the ensemble, not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the... He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in his spare time, on the female form in general developmentally because, as it so happened, no later than that afternoon, he had seen those Grecian statues, perfectly developed as works of art, in the National Museum. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, all the symmetry. All the rest, yes, Puritanism. It does though, St Joseph’s sovereign... whereas no photo could, because it simply wasn’t art, in a word.

The spirit moving him, he would much have liked to follow Jack Tar’s good example and leave the likeness there for a very few minutes to speak for itself on the plea he... so that the other could drink in the beauty for himself, her stage presence being, frankly, a treat in itself which the camera could not at all do justice to. But it was scarcely professional etiquette so, though it was a warm pleasant sort of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the season considering, for sunshine after storm... And he did feel a kind of need there and then to follow suit like a kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. Nevertheless, he sat tight, just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none the worse for wear, however, and looked away thoughtfully with the intention of not further increasing the other’s possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. In fact, the slight soiling was only an added charm, like the case of linen slightly soiled, good as new, much better, in fact, with the starch out. Suppose she was gone when he?... I looked for the lamp which she told me came into his mind but merely as a passing fancy of his because he then recollected the morning littered bed etcetera and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses (sic) in it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray.

The vicinity of the young man he certainly relished, educated, distingué, and impulsive into the bargain, far and away the pick of the bunch, though you wouldn’t think he had it in him... yet you would. Besides he said the

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Members of the Indian Civil Service in British India from 1853 to 1947. See also Category:Officers of the British East India Company

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608 picture was handsome which, say what you like, it was, though at the moment she was distinctly stouter. And why not? An awful lot of makebelieve went on about that sort of thing involving a lifelong slur with the usual splash page of letterpress about the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage favourite instead of being honest and aboveboard about the whole business. How they were fated to meet and an attachment sprang up between the two so that their names were coupled in the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions, leaving no loophole, to show that they openly cohabited two or three times a week at some wellknown seaside hotel and relations, when the thing ran its normal course, became in due course intimate. Then the decree nisi and the King’s Proctor to show cause why and, he failing to quash it, nisi was made absolute. But as for that, the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they largely were in one another, could safely afford to ignore it as they very largely did till the matter was put in the hands of a solicitor, who filed a petition for the party wronged in due course. He, Bloom, enjoyed the distinction of being close to Erin’s uncrowned king in the flesh when the thing occurred in the historic fracas when the fallen leader’s who notoriously stuck to his guns to the last drop even when clothed in the mantle of adultery (leader’s) trusty henchmen to the number of ten or a dozen or possibly even more than that penetrated into the prinitng worskprinting works [sic] of the Insuppressible or no it was United Ireland (a by no means, by the by appropriate appellative) and broke up the typecases with hammers or something like that all on account of some scurrilous effusions from the facile pens of the O’Brienite scribes at the usual mudslinging occuaptionoccupation [sic], reflecting on the erstwhile tribune’s private morals. Though palpably a radically altered man, he was still a commanding figure, though carelessly garbed as usual, with that look of settled purpose which went a long way with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their vast discomfiture that their idol had feet of clay, after placing him upon a pedestal, which she, however, was the first to perceive. As those were particularly hot times in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a nasty prod of some chap’s elbow in the crowd that of course congregated lodging some place about the pit of the stomach, fortunately not of a grave character. His hat (Parnell’s) was inadvertently knocked off and, as a matter of strict history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return it to him (and return it to him he did with the utmost

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Rh celerity) who, panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time, being a gentleman born with a stake in the country, he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more for the kudos of the thing than anything else, what’s bred in the bone, instilled into him in infancy at his mother’s knee in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once because he turned round to the donor and thanked him with perfect aplomb, saying : Thank you, sir though in a very different tone of voice from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the course of the day, history repeating itself with a difference, after the burial of a mutual friend when they had left him alone in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the grave.

On the other hand what incensed him more inwardly was the blatant jokes of the cabmen and so on, who passed it all off as a jest, laughing immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the why and the wherefore, and in reality not knowing their own minds, it being a case for the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the legitimate husband happened to be a party to it owing to some anonymous letter from the usual boy Jones, who happened to come across them at the crucial moment in a loving position locked in one another’s arms drawing attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to a domestic rumpus and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her lord and master upon her knees and promising to sever the connection and not receive his visits any more if only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter and let bygones be bygones, with tears in her eyes, though possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the same time, as quite possibly there were several others. He personally, being of a sceptical bias, believed, and didn’t make the smallest bones about saying so either, that man, or men in the plural, were always hanging around on the waiting list about a lady, even supposing she was the best wife in the world and they got on fairly well together for the sake of argument, when, neglecting her duties, she chose to be tired of wedded life, and was on for a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions on her with improper intent, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no doubt as several famous cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the hilt.

It was a thousand pities a young fellow blessed with an allowance of brains, as his neighbour obviously was, should waste his valuable time with profligate women, who might present him with a nice dose to last him his lifetime. In

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 Los gave to him the Harrow of the Almighty; alas, blamable

Palamabron fear'd to be angry lest Satan should accuse him of

Ingratitude, & Los believe the accusation thro' Satan's extreme

Mildness. Satan labour'd all day: it was a thousand years:

In the evening returning terrified, overlabour'd & astonish'd,

Embrac'd soft with a brother's tears Palamabron, who also wept.

Mark well my words! they are of your eternal salvation!

Next morning Palamabron rose: the horses of the Harrow

Were madden'd with tormenting fury, & the servants of the Harrow,

The Gnomes, accus'd Satan with indignation, fury and fire.

Then Palamabron, reddening like the Moon in an eclipse,

Spoke, saying: You know Satan's mildness and his self-imposition,

Seeming a brother, being a tyrant, even thinking himself a brother

While he is murdering the just; prophetic I behold

His future course thro' darkness and despair to eternal death.

But we must not be tyrants also: he hath assum'd my place

For one whole day, under pretence of pity and love to me!

My horses hath he madden'd! and my fellow servants injur'd!

How should he, he, know the duties of another? O foolish forbearance!

Would I had told Los all my heart! but patience, O my friends,

All may be well: silent remain, while I call Los and Satan.

Loud as the wind of Beulah that unroots the rocks & hills

Palamabron call'd: and Los & Satan came before him:

And Palamabron shew'd the horses & the servants. Satan wept,

And mildly cursing Palamabron, him accus'd of crimes

Himself had wrought. Los trembled: Satan's blandishments almost

Perswaded the Prophet of Eternity that Palamabron

Was Satan's enemy, & that the Gnomes, being Palamabron's friends,

Were leagued together against Satan thro' ancient enmity.

What could Los do? how could he judge, when Satan's self believ'd

That he had not oppressed the horses at the Harrow, nor the servants.

So Los said: Henceforth, Palamabron, let each his own station

Keep: nor in pity false, nor in officious brotherhood, where

None needs, be active. Mean time Palamabron's horses

Rag'd with thick flames redundant, & the Harrow madden'd with fury.

Trembling Palamabron stood, the strongest of Demons trembled:

Curbing his living creatures; many of the strongest Gnomes

They bit in their wild fury, who also madden'd like wildest beasts.

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610 the nature of single blessedness he would one day take unto himself a wife when when Misswife when Miss [sic] Right came on the scene but in the interim ladies’ society was a conditio sine qua non though he had the gravest possible doubts, not that he wanted in the smallest to pump Stephen about Miss Ferguson (who was very possibly the particular lodestar who brought him down to Irishtown so early in the morning), as to whether he would find much satisfaction basking in the boy and girl courtship idea and the company of smirking misses without a penny to their names bi-or tri-weekly with the orthodox preliminary canter of complimentpaying and walking out leading up to fond lovers’ ways and flowers and chocs. To think of him house and homeless, rooked by some landlady worse than any stepmother, was really too bad at his age. The queer suddenly things he popped out with attracted the elder man who was several years the other’s senior or like his father. But something substantial he certainly ought to eat, were it only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, failing that, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.

At what o’clock did you dine? he questioned of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face.

Some time yesterday, Stephen said.

Yesterday, exclaimed Bloom till he remembered it was already tomorrow, Friday. Ah, you mean it’s after twelve!

The day before yesterday, Stephen said, improving on himself.

Literally astounded at this piece of intelligence Bloom, reflectedBloom reflected [sic]. Though they didn’t see eye to eye in everything, a certain analogy there somehow was, as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, in the one train of thought. At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously when he had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect (which was a source of keen satisfaction in itself) he had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas. For instance, when the evicted tenants question, then at its first inception, bulked largely in people’s minds though, it goes without saying, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which wouldn’t exactly hold water, he at the outset in principle, at all events, was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession, as voicing the trend of modern opinion, a partiality, however, which, realising his mistake, he was subsequently partially cured of, and even was twitted with going a step further than Michael Davitt in the striking views he at one time inculcated as a backtothelander, which was one reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him in so barefaced a fashion

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Rh at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan’s so that he, though often considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his customary habit to give him (metaphorically) one in the gizzard though so far as politics themselves were concerned, he was only too conscious of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the misery and suffering it entailed as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the fittest, in a word.

Anyhow, upon weighing the pros and cons, getting on for one as it was, it was high time to be retiring for the night. The crux was it was a bit risky to bring him home as eventualities might possibly ensue (somebody having a temper of her own sometimes) and spoil the hash altogether as on the night he misguidedly brought home a dog (breed unknown) with a lame paw, not that the cases were either identical or the reverse, though he had hurt his hand too, to Ontario Terrace, as he very distinctly remembered, having been there, so to speak. On the other hand it was altogether far and away too late for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in some perplexity as to which of the two alternatives… Everything pointed to the fact that it behoved him to avail himself to the full of the opportunity, all things considered. His initial impression was that he was a bit standoffish or not over effusive but it grew on him someway. For one thing he mightn’t what you call jump at the idea, if approached, and what mostly worried him was he didn’t know how to lead up to it or word it exactly, supposing he did entertain the proposal, as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he would allow him to help to puput [sic] coin in his way or some wardrobe, if found suitable. At all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the nonce hidebound precedent, a cup of Epps’s cocoa and a shakedown for the night plus the use of a rug or two and overcoat doubled into a pillow. At least he would be in safe hands and as warm as a toast on a trivet. He failed top erceiveto perceive [sic] any very vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no rumpus of any sort was kicked up. A move had to be made because that merry old soul, the grasswidower in question, who appeared to be glued to the spot, didn’t appear in any particular hurry to wend his way home to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was highly likely some sponger’s bawdyhouse of retired beauties off Sheriff street lower would be the best clue to that equivocal character’s whereabouts for a few days to come, alternately racking their feelings (the mermaids’) with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody’s bones and mauling their largesized charms between whiles with rough and tumble gusto to the

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 As now I rend this accursed Family from my covering.

Thus Satan rag'd amidst the Assembly, and his bosom grew

Opake against the Divine Vision: the paved terraces of

His bosom inwards shone with fires, but the stones, becoming opake,

Hid him from sight in an extreme blackness and darkness.

And there a World of deeper Ulro was open'd in the midst

Of the Assembly, in Satan's bosom, a vast unfathomable Abyss.

Astonishment held the Assembly in an awful silence: and tears

Fell down as dews of night, & a loud solemn universal groan

Was utter'd from the east & from the west & from the south

And from the north; and Satan stood opake, immeasurable,

Covering the east with solid blackness, round his hidden heart,

With thunders utter'd from his hidden wheels: accusing loud

The Divine Mercy for protecting Palamabron in his tent.

Rintrah rear'd up walls of rocks and pour'd rivers & moats

Of fire round the walls: columns of fire guard around

Between Satan and Palamabron in the terrible darkness.

And Satan not having the Science of Wrath, but only of Pity,

Rent them asunder, and wrath was left to wrath, & pity to pity.

He sunk down a dreadful Death, unlike the slumbers of Beulah.

The Separation was terrible: the Dead was repos'd on his Couch

Beneath the Couch of Albion, on the seven mou[n]tains of Rome,

In the whole place of the Covering Cherub, Rome, Babylon & Tyre.

His Spectre raging furious descended into its Space.

P. 9 HE set his face against Jerusalem to destroy the Eon of Albion.

But Los hid Enitharmon from the sight of all these things,

Upon the Thames whose lulling harmony repos'd her soul:

Where Beulah lovely terminates in rocky Albion:

Terminating in Hyde Park on Tyburn's awful brook.

And the Mills of Satan were separated into a moony Space

Among the rocks of Albion's Temples, and Satan's Druid sons

Offer the Human Victims throughout all the Earth, and Albion's

Dread Tomb, immortal on his Rock, overshadow'd the whole Earth:

Where Satan making to himself Laws from his own identity

Compell'd others to serve him in moral gratitude & submission,

Being call'd God: setting himself above all that is called God.

And all the Spectres of the Dead, calling themselves Sons of God,

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 And it was enquir'd: Why in a Great Solemn Assembly

The Innocent should be condemn'd for the Guilty? Then an Eternal rose,

Saying: If the Guilty should be condemn'd he must be an Eternal Death,

And one must die for another throughout all Eternity.

Satan is fall'n from his station & never can be redeem'd,

But must be new Created continually moment by moment.

And therefore the Class of Satan shall be call'd the Elect, & those

Of Rintrah the Reprobate, & those of Palamabron the Redeem'd:

For he is redeem'd from Satan's Law, the wrath falling on Rintrah.

And therefore Palamabron dared not to call a solemn Assembly

Till Satan had assum'd Rintrah's wrath in the day of mourning,

In a feminine delusion of false pride self-deceiv'd.

So spake the Eternal, and confirm'd it with a thunderous oath.

But when Leutha (a Daughter of Beulah) beheld Satan's condemnation,

She down descended into the midst of the Great Solemn Assembly,

Offering herself a Ransom for Satan, taking on her his Sin.

Mark well my words! they are of your eternal salvation!

And Leutha stood glowing with varying colours immortal, heart-piercing

And lovely: & her moth-like elegance shone over the Assembly.

At length, standing upon the golden floor of Palamabron,

She spake: I am the Author of this Sin! by my suggestion

My Parent power Satan has committed this transgression.

I loved Palamabron & I sought to approach his Tent,

But beautiful Elynittria with her silver arrows repell'd me.

P. 10 FOR her light is terrible to me: I fade before her immortal beauty.

O wherefore doth a Dragon-form forth issue from my limbs

To seize her new born son? Ah me! the wretched Leutha!

This to prevent, entering the doors of Satan's brain night after night,

Like sweet perfumes I stupified the masculine perceptions

And kept only the feminine awake: hence rose his soft

Delusory love to Palamabron; admiration join'd with envy!

Cupidity unconquerable! my fault, when at noon of day

The Horses of Palamabron call'd for rest and pleasant death:

I sprang out of the breast of Satan, over the Harrow beaming

In all my beauty, that I might unloose the flaming steeds

As Elynittria used to do; but too well those living creatures

Knew that I was not Elynittria, and they brake the traces. 7


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and the sight of plenty drove Edward Penderby from the streets at 9 o'clock the night of that September 10. London's heat, pulsing at wall and roof all afternoon and evening had made the Lupus Street attic oven hot. He opened the window, and the effort left him panting.

Penderby was tired in body and mind, tired as only the workless on his futile quest can be. His underwear clung. The soles of his feet seered burning. The

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 But me the servants of the Harrow saw not, but as a bow

Of varying colours on the hills; terribly rag'd the horses.

Satan astonish'd, and with power above his own controll,

Compell'd the Gnomes to curb the horses, & to throw banks of sand

Around the fiery flaming Harrow in labyrinthine forms,

And brooks between to intersect the meadows in their course.

The Harrow cast thick flames: Jehovah thunder'd above.

Chaos & ancient night fled from beneath the fiery Harrow:

The Harrow cast thick flames & orb'd us round in concave fire,

A Hell of our own making, see, its flames still gird me round!

Jehovah thunder'd above: Satan in pride of heart

Drove the fierce Harrow among the constellations of Jehovah,

Drawing a third part in the fires as stubble, north & south,

To devour Albion and Jerusalem, the Emanation of Albion,

Driving the Harrow in Pity's paths: 'twas then, with our dark fires

Which now gird round us (O eternal torment) I form'd the Serpent

Of precious stones & gold, turn'd poisons on the sultry wastes.

The Gnomes in all that day spar'd not; they curs'd Satan bitterly.

To do unkind things in kindness: with power arm'd to say

The most irritating things in the midst of tears and love:

These are the stings of the Serpent! thus did we by them, till thus

They in return retaliated, and the Living Creatures madden'd.

The Gnomes labour'd. I weeping hid in Satan's inmost brain.

But when the Gnomes refus'd to labour more, with blandishments

I came forth from the head of Satan: back the Gnomes recoil'd

And called me Sin, and for a sign portentous held me. Soon

Day sunk and Palamabron return'd, trembling I hid myself

In Satan's inmost Palace of his nervous fine wrought Brain:

For Elynittria met Satan with all her singing women,

Terrific in their joy & pouring wine of wildest power,

They gave Satan their wine, indignant at the burning wrath.

Wild with prophetic fury his former life became like a dream.

Cloth'd in the Serpent's folds, in selfish holiness demanding purity,

Being most impure, self-condemn'd to eternal tears, he drove

Me from his inmost Brain & the doors clos'd with thunder's sound.

O Divine Vision who didst create the Female, to repose

The Sleepers of Beulah, pity the repentant Leutha. My

P. 11 SICK Couch bears the dark shades of Eternal Death infolding

The Spectre of Satan: he furious refuses to repose in sleep:

I humbly bow in all my Sin before the Throne Divine.

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612 accompaniment of large potations of pottheen and the usual blarney about himself for as to who he in reality was let XX equal my right name and address, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his God being a jew. People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep. The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles, your God was a jew, because mostly they appeared to imagine he came from Carrick-on-Shannon or somewhere about in the county Sligo.

I propose, our hero eventually suggested, after mature reflection, while prudently pocketing her photo, as it’s rather stuffy here, you just come home with me and talk things over. My diggings are quite close in the vicinity. You can’t drink that stuff. Wait, I’ll just pay this lot.

The best plan clearly being to clear out, the remainder being plain sailing, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing the photo, to the keeper, of the shanty, who didn’t seem to...

Yes, that’s the best, he assured Stephen, to whom for the matter of that Brazen Head or him or anywhere else was all more or less...

All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his (Bloom’s) busy brain. Education (the genuine article), literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to date billing, hydros and concert tours in English watering resorts packed with theatres, turning money away, duets in Italian with the accent perfectly true to nature and a quantity of other things, no necessity of course to tell the world and his wife from the housetops about it and a slice of luck. An opening was all was wanted. Because he more than suspected he had his father’s voice to bank his hopes on which it was quite on the cards he had so it would be just as well, by the way no harm, to trail the conversation in the direction of that particular red herring just to...

The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former viceroy, Earl Cadogan, had presided at the cabdrivers’ association dinner in London somewhere. Silence with a yawn or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Then the old specimen in the corner who appeared to have some spark of vitality left read out that Sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the chief secretary’s lodge or words to that effect. To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why.

Give us a squint at that literature, grandfather, the ancient mariner put in, manifesting some natural impatience.

And welcome, answered the elderly party thus addressed.

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 Who calls the Individual Law Holy, and despises the Saviour,

Glorying to involve Albion's Body in fires of eternal War?

Now Leutha ceas'd: tears flow'd: but the Divine Pity supported her.

All is my fault! We are the Spectre of Luvah, the murderer

Of Albion! O Vala! O Luvah! O Albion! O lovely Jerusalem!

The Sin was begun in Eternity and will not rest to Eternity,

Till two Eternitys meet together. Ah! lost! lost! lost! for ever!

So Leutha spoke. But when she saw that Enitharmon had

Created a New Space to protect Satan from punishment:

She fled to Enitharmon's Tent & hid herself. Loud raging

Thunder'd the Assembly dark & clouded, and they ratify'd

The kind decision of Enitharmon, & gave a Time to the Space,

Even Six Thousand years, and sent Lucifer for its Guard.

But Lucifer refus'd to die, & in pride he forsook his charge:

And they elected Molech, and when Molech was impatient

The Divine hand found the Two Limits: first of Opacity, then of Contraction.

Opacity was named Satan, Contraction was named Adam.

Triple Elohim came: Elohim wearied fainted: they elected Shaddai:

Shaddai angry, Pahad descended: Pahad terrified, they sent Jehovah,

And Jehovah was leprous; loud he call'd stretching his hand to Eternity.

For then the Body of Death was perfected in hypocritic holiness,

Around the Lamb, a Female Tabernacle woven in Cathedron's Looms.

He died as a Reprobate, he was Punish'd as a Transgressor:

Glory! Glory! Glory! to the Holy Lamb of God!

I touch the heavens as an instrument to glorify the Lord!

The Elect shall meet the Redeem'd on Albion's rocks they shall meet

Astonish'd at the Transgressor, in him beholding the Saviour.

And the Elect shall say to the Redeemed: We behold it is of Divine

Mercy alone, of Free Gift and Election that we live:

Our Virtues & Cruel Goodnesses have deserv'd Eternal Death,

Thus they weep upon the fatal Brook of Albion's River.

But Elynittria met Leutha in the place where she was hidden,

And threw aside her arrows, and laid down her sounding Bow:

She sooth'd her with soft words & brought her to Palamabron's bed.

In moments new created for delusion interwoven round about,

In dreams she bore the shadowy Spectre of Sleep & nam'd him Death:

In dreams she bore Rahab the mother of Tirzah & her sisters

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 In Palamabron's Tent, and Oothoon was her charming guard.

The Bard Ceas'd. All consider'd and a loud resounding murmur

Continu'd round the Halls and much they question'd the immortal

Loud voic'd Bard, and many condemn'd the high toned Song,

Saying: Pity and Love are too venerable for the imputation

Of Guilt. Others said: If it is true, if the acts have been performed,

Let the Bard himself witness. Where hadst thou this terrible Song?

The Bard replied: I am Inspired! I know it is Truth! for I Sing

P. 12 ACCORDING to the inspiration of the Poetic Genius,

Who is the eternal all protecting Divine Humanity,

To whom be Glory & Power & Dominion Evermore. Amen.

Then there was great murmuring in the Heavens of Albion

Concerning Generation & the Vegetative power & concerning

The Lamb the Saviour. Albion trembled to Italy, Greece & Egypt

To Tartary & Hindostan & China & to Great America,

Shaking the roots & fast foundations of the Earth in doubtfulness:

The loud voic'd Bard terrify'd took refuge in Milton's Bosom.

Then Milton rose up from the heavens of Albion ardorous:

The whole Assembly wept prophetic, seeing in Milton's face

And in his lineaments divine the shades of Death and Ulro:

He took off the robe of the promise, & ungirded himself from the oath of God.

And Milton said: I go to Eternal Death! The Nations still

Follow after the detestable Gods of Priam: in pomp

Of warlike selfhood contradicting and blaspheming.

When will the Resurrection come to deliver the sleeping body

From corruptibility; O when, Lord Jesus, wilt thou come.

Tarry no longer, for my soul lies at the gates of death.

I will arise and look forth for the morning of the grave:

I will go down to the sepulcher to see if morning breaks:

I will go down to self annihilation and eternal death:

Lest the Last Judgment come & find me unannihilate

And I be seiz'd & giv'n into the hands of my own Selfhood.

The Lamb of God is seen thro' mists & shadows, hov'ring

Over the sepulchers in clouds of Jehovah & winds of Elohim,

A disk of blood distant; & heav'ns & earths roll dark between.

What do I here before the Judgment? without my Emanation?

With the daughters of memory & not with the daughters of inspiration?

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The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.

Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the town clerk queried.

Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out of seagreen portholes as you might well describe them as, I uses goggles reading. Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of speaking, The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a Rose is She.

Thereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what, found drowned or the exploits of King Willow, Iremonger having made a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which time (completely regardless of Ire) the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him, as he muttered against whoever it was sold it, all of them who were sufficiently awake enough to be picked out by their facial expressions, that is to say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark.

To cut a long story short Bloom, grasping the situation, was the first to rise from his feet so as not to outstay their welcome having first and foremost, being as good as his word that he would foot the bill for the occasion, taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the others were not looking to the effect that the amount due was forthcoming, making a grand total of fourpence (the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally the last of the Mohicans) he having previously spotted on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite to him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d., confectionery d°, and honestly well worth twice the money once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark.

Come, he counselled, to close the séance.

Seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear, they left the shelter or shanty together and the élite society of oilskin and company whom nothing short of an earthquake would move out of their dolce far niente. Stephen, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, paused at the, for a moment... the door to...

One thing I never understood, he said, to be original on the spur of the moment, why they put tables upside down at night, I mean chairs upside down on the tables in cafés.

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To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a moment’s hesitation, saying straight off :

To sweep the floor in the morning.

So saying he skipped around nimbly, considering frankly, at the same time apologetic, to get on his companion’s right, a habit of his, by the bye the right side being, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles. The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a bit weak on his pins.

It will (the air) do you good, Bloom said, meaning also the walk, in a moment. The only thing is to walk then you’ll feel a different man. It’s not far. Lean on me.

Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen’s right and led him on accordingly.

Yes, Stephen said uncertainly, because he thought he felt a strange kind of flesh of a different man approach him, sinewless and wobbly and all that.

Anyhow, they passed the sentrybox with stones, brazier, etc. where the municipal supernumerary, ex-Gumley, was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy, as the adage has it, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new. And apropos of coffin of stones, the analogy was not at all bad, as it was in fact a stoning to death on the part of seventytwo out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the time of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably the selfsame evicted tenants he had put in their holdings.

So they passed on to chatting about music, a form of art for which Bloom, as a pure amateur, possessed the greatest love, as they made tracks arm-in-arm across Beresford Place. Wagnerian music, though confessedly grand in its way, was a bit too heavy for Bloom and hard to follow at the first go off but the music of Mercadante’s Huguenots, Meyerbeer’s Seven Last Words on the Cross, and Mozart’s Twelfth Mass, he simply revelled in, the Gloria in that being to his mind the acme of first class music as such, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat. He infinitely preferred the sacred music of the catholic church to anything the opposite shop could offer in that line such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to live and I will live thy protestant to be. He also yielded to none in his admiration of Rossini’s Stabat Mater, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, in which his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hit, a veritable sensation, he might safely say greatly adding to her other laurels and putting the others totally in the

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Rh shade in the jesuit fathers’ church in Upper Gardiner Street, the sacred edifice being thronged to the doors to hear her with virtuosos, or virtuosi rather. There was the unanimous opinion that there was none to come up to her and, suffice it to say in a place of worship for music of a sacred character, there was a generally voiced desire for an encore. On the whole, though favouring preferably light opera of the Don Giovanni description, and Martha, a gem in its line, he had a penchant, though with only a surface knowledge, for the severe classical school such as Mendelssohn. And talking of that, taking it for granted he knew all about the old favourites, he mentioned par excellence Lionel’s air in Martha, M’appari, which, curiously enough, he heard, or overheard, to be more accurate, on yesterday, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from the lips of Stephen’s respected father, sung to perfection, a study of the number, in fact, which made all the others take a back seat. Stephen, in reply to a politely put query, said he didn’t but launched out into praises of Shakespeare’s songs, at least of in or about that period, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter Lane near Gerard the herbalist, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an instrument he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom Bloom did not quite recall, though the name certainly sounded familiar, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd (William), who played the virginals, he said, in the Queen’s Chapel or anywhere else he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull.

On the roadway which they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swing chain, a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the paven ground, brushing a long swathe of mire up so that with the noise Bloom was not perfectly certain whether he had caught a right the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. He inquired if it was John Bull the political celebrity of that ilk, as it struck him, the two identical names, as a striking coincidence.

By the chains, the horse slowly swerved to turn, which perceiving, Bloom, who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual plucked the other’s sleeve gently, jocosely remarking :

Our lives are in peril to night. Beware of the steamroller.

They thereupon stopped. Bloom looked at the head of a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence in the dark quite near, so that it seemed new, a different grouping of bones and even flesh, because palpably it was a fourwalker, a hipshaker, a blackbuttocker, a taildangler, a headhanger, putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord of his creation

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616 sat on the perch, busy with his thoughts. But such a good poor brute, he was sorry he hadn’t a lump of sugar but, as he wisely reflected, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might crop up. He was just a big foolish nervous noodly kind of a horse, without a second care in the world. But even a dog, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan’s, of the same size, would be a holy horror to face. But it was no animal’s fault in particular if he was built that way like the camel, ship of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his hump. Nine tenths of them all could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man barring the bees; whale with a harpoon hairpin, alligator, tickle the small of his back and he sees the joke; chalk a circle for a rooster; tiger, my eagle eye. These timely reflections anent the brutes of the field occupied his mind, somewhat distracted from Stephen’s words, while the ship of the street was manœuvring and Stephen went on about the highly interesting old...

What’s this I was saying? Ah, yes! My wife, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have the greatest of pleasure in making your acquaintance as she is passionately attached to music of any kind.

He looked sideways in a friendly fashion at the sideface of Stephen, image of his mother, which was not quite the same as the usual blackguard type they unquestionably had an indubitable hankering after as he was perhaps not that way built.

Still, supposing he had his father’s gift, as he more than suspected, it opened up new vistas in his mind, such as Lady Fingall’s Irish industries concert on the preceding Monday, and aristocracy in general.

Exquisite variations he was now describing on an air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the frows come from. Even more he liked an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the clear sea and the voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men, which boggled Bloom a bit :
 * Von der Sirenen Listigkeit
 * Tun die Poeten dichten.

These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Bloom, nodding, said he perfectly understood and begged him to go on by all means, which he did.

A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that, the rarest of boons, which Bloom appreciated at the very first note he got out, could easily, if properly

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Rh handled by some recognised authority on voice production such as Barraclough and being able to read music into the bargain, command its own price where baritones were ten a penny and procure for its fortunate possessor in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a large way of business and titled people where, with his university degree of B. A. (a huge ad in its way) and gentlemanly bearing to all the more influence the good impression he would infallibly score a distinct success, being blessed with brains which also could be utilised for the purpose and other requisites, if his clothes were properly attended to, so as to the better worm his way into their good graces as he, a youthful tyro in society’s sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a little thing like that could militate against you. It was in fact only a matter of months and he could easily foresee him participating in their musical and artistic conversaziones during the festivities of the Christmas season, for choice, causing a slight flutter in the dovecotes of the fair sex and being made a lot of by ladies out for sensation, cases of which, as he happened to know, were on record, in fact, without giving the show away, he himself once upon a time, if he cared to, could easily have... Added to which of course, would be the pecuniar ypecuniary [sic] emolument by no means to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his tuition fees. Not, he parenthesised, that for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a walk in life for any lengthy space of time but a step in the required direction it was, beyond yea or nay, and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his dignity in the smallest and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be handed a cheque at a muchneeded moment when every little helped. Besides, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a degree, original music like that, different from the conventional rut, would rapidly have a great vogue, as it would be a decided novelty for Dublin’s musical world after the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. Yes, beyond a shadow of a doubt, he could, with all the cards in his hand and he had a capital opening to make a name for himself and win a high place in the city’s esteem where he could command a stiff figure and, booking ahead, give a grand concert for the patrons of the King Street house, given a backer-up, if one were forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to speak a big if, however  with some impetus of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often tripped up a too much fêted prince of good fellows and it need not detract from the

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 He is my Spectre! in my obedience to loose him from my Hells,

To claim the Hells, my Furnaces, I go to Eternal Death.

And Milton said: I go to Eternal Death! Eternity shudder'd

For he took the outside course, among the graves of the dead,

A mournful shade. Eternity shudder'd at the image of eternal death.

Then on the verge of Beulah he beheld his own Shadow:

A mournful form double, hermaphroditic, male & female

In one wonderful body, and he enter'd into it

In direful pain for the dread shadow, twenty-seven fold

Reach'd to the depths of direst Hell, & thence to Albion's land:

Which is this earth of vegetation on which now I write.

The Seven Angels of the Presence wept over Milton's Shadow:

P. 14 AS when a man dreams, he reflects not that his body sleeps,

Else he would wake; so seem'd he entering his Shadow: but

With him the Spirits of the Seven Angels of the Presence

Entering, they gave him still perceptions of his Sleeping Body

Which now arose and walk'd with them in Eden, as an Eighth

Image Divine tho' darken'd, and tho' walking as one walks

In sleep: and the Seven comforted and supported him.

Like as a Polypus that vegetates beneath the deep,

They saw his Shadow vegetated underneath the Couch

Of death: for when he enter'd into his Shadow, Himself,

His real and immortal Self; was as appear'd to those

Who dwell in immortality, as One sleeping on a couch

Of gold: and those in immortality gave forth their Emanations

Like Females of sweet beauty, to guard round him & to feed

His lips with food of Eden in his cold and dim repose:

But to himself he seem'd a wanderer lost in dreary night.

Onwards his Shadow kept its course among the Spectres, call'd

Satan, but swift as lightning passing them, startled the shades

Of Hell beheld him in a trail of light as of a comet

That travels into Chaos: so Milton went guarded within.

The nature of infinity is this: That every thing has its

Own Vortex; and when once a traveller thro' Eternity

Has passed that Vortex, he perceives it roll backward behind

His path, into a globe itself infolding, like a sun,

Or like a moon, or like a universe of starry majesty,

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618 other by one iota as, being his own master, he would have heaps of time to practise literature in his spare moments when desirous of so doing without its clashing with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory what soeverwhatsoever [sic] as it was a matter for himself alone. In fact, he had the ball at his feet and that was the very reason why the other, possessed of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort, hung on to him at all.

The horse was just then… and later on, at a propitious opportunity he purposed (Bloom did), without anyway prying into his private affairs on the fools step in where angels principle advising him to sever his connection with a certain budding practitioner, who, he noticed, was prone to disparage, and even, to a slight extent, with some hilarious pretext, when not present, deprecate him, or whatever you like to call it, which, in Bloom’s humble opinion, threw a nasty sidelight on that side of a person’s character—no pun intended.

The horse, having reached the end of his tether, so to speak, halted, and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added his quota by letting fall on the floor, which the brush would soon brush up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Slowly, three times, one after another, from a full crupper, he mired. And humanely his driver waited till he (or she) had ended, patient in his scythed car.

Side by side Bloom, profiting by the contretemps, with Stephen passed through the gap of the chains, divided by the upright, and, stepping over a strand of mire, went across towards Gardiner Street lower, Stephen singing more boldly, but not loudly, the end of the ballad:

The driver never said a word, good, bad or indifferent. He merely watched the two figures, as he sat on his lowbacked car, both black—one full, one lean—walk towards the railway bridge, to be married by Father Maher. As they walked, they at times stopped and walked again, continuing their tête à tête (which of course he was utterly out of), about sirens, enemies of man’s reason, mingled with a number of other topics of the same category, usurpers, historical cases of the kind while the man in the sweeper car or you might as well call it in the sleeper car who in any case couldn’t possibly hear because they were too far simply sat in his sestseat [sic] near the end of lower Gardiner street and looked after their lowbacked car.

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 Or like a human form, a friend with whom he liv'd benevolent.

As the eye of man views both the east & west encompassing

Its vortex: and the north & south, with all their starry host:

Also the rising sun & setting moon he views surrounding

His corn-fields and his valleys of five hundred acres square.

Thus is the earth one infinite plane, and not as apparent

To the weak traveller confin'd beneath the moony shade.

Thus is the heaven a vortex pass'd already, and the earth

A vortex not yet pass'd by the traveller thro' Eternity.

First Milton saw Albion upon the Rock of Ages,

Deadly pale outstretch'd and snowy cold, storm cover'd:

A Giant form of perfect beauty outstretch'd on the rock

In solemn death: the Sea of Time & Space thunder'd aloud

Against the rock, which was inwrapped with the weeds of death.

Hovering over the cold bosom, in its vortex Milton bent down

To the bosom of death: what was underneath soon seem'd above,

A cloudy heaven mingled with stormy seas in loudest ruin:

But as a wintry globe descends precipitant thro' Beulah bursting

With thunders loud and terrible: so Milton's shadow fell

Precipitant loud thund'ring into the Sea of Time & Space.

Then first I saw him in the Zenith as a falling star,

Descending perpendicular, swift as the swallow or swift:

And on my left foot falling on the tarsus, enter'd there,

But from my left foot a black cloud redounding spread over Europe.

Then Milton knew that the Three Heavens of Beulah were beheld

By him on earth in his bright pilgrimage of sixty years

P. 15 IN the three females whom his wives, & these three whom his daughters

Had represented and contain'd, that they might be resum'd

By giving up of Selfhood: & they distant view'd his journey

In their eternal spheres now Human, tho' their Bodies remain clos'd

In the dark Ulro till the Judgment: also Milton knew, they and

Himself was Human, tho' now wandering thro' Death's Vale,

In conflict with those Female forms, which in blood & jealousy

Surrounded him dividing & uniting without end or number.

He saw the Cruelties of Ulro, and he wrote them down

In iron tablets: and his Wives' & Daughters' names were these:

Rahab and Tirzah, & Milcah & Malah & Noah & Hoglah.

They sat rang'd round him as the rocks of Horeb round the land

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 What parallel courses did Bloom and Stephen follow returning?

Starting united both at normal walking pace from Beresford Place they followed in the order named Lower and Middle Gardiner streets and Mountjoy square, west: then, at reduced pace, each bearing left, Gardiner's place by an inadvertence as far as the farther corner of Temple street, north: then, at reduced pace with interruptions of halt, bearing right, Temple street, north, as far as Hardwicke place. Approaching, disparate, at relaxed walking pace they crossed both the circus before George's church diametrically, the chord in any circle being less than the arc which it subtends.

Of what did the duumvirate deliberate during their itinerary?

Music, literature, Ireland, Dublin, Paris, friendship, woman, prostitution, diet, the influence of gaslight or the light of arc and glowlamps on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees, exposed corporation emergency dustbuckets, the Roman catholic church, ecclesiastical celibacy, the Irish nation, jesuit education, careers, the study of medicine, the past day, the maleficent influence of the presabbath, Stephen's collapse.

Did Bloom discover common factors of similarity between their respective like and unlike reactions to experience?

Both were sensitive to artistic impressions musical in preference to plastic or pictorial. Both preferred a continental to an insular manner of life, a cisatlantic to a transatlantic place of residence. Both indurated by early domestic training and an inherited tenacity of heterodox resistance professed their disbelief in many orthodox religionsreligious [sic], national, social and ethical doctrines. Both admitted the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of heterosexual magnetism.

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 His dictate; and his body was the Rock Sinai: that body,

Which was on earth born to corruption: & the six Females

Are Hor & Peor & Bashan & Abarim & Lebanon & Hermon,

Seven rocky masses terrible in the Desarts of Midian.

But Milton's Human Shadow continu'd journeying above

The rocky masses of The Mundane Shell; in the Lands

Of Edom & Aram & Moab & Midian & Amalek.

The Mundane Shell is a vast Concave Earth: an immense

Harden'd shadow of all things upon our Vegetated Earth,

Enlarg'd into dimension & deform'd into indefinite space,

In Twenty-seven Heavens and all their Hells; with Chaos

And Ancient Night; & Purgatory. It is a cavernous Earth

Of labyrinthine intricacy twenty-seven-folds of opakeness,

And finishes where the lark mounts; here Milton journeyed

In that Region call'd Midian, among the rocks of Horeb.

For travellers from Eternity, pass onward to Satan's seat,

But travellers to Eternity, pass inward to Golgonooza.

Los, the Vehicular terror, beheld him, & divine Enitharmon

Call'd all her daughters, Saying: Surely to unloose my bond

Is this Man come! Satan shall be unloos'd upon Albion!

Los heard in terror Enitharmon's words: in fibrous strength

His limbs shot forth like roots of trees against the forward path

Of Milton's journey. Urizen beheld the immortal Man.

P. 17 AND he also darken'd his brows: freezing dark rocks between

The footsteps, and infixing deep the feet in marble beds:

That Milton labour'd with his journey, & his feet bled sore

Upon the clay now chang'd to marble; also Urizen rose,

And met him on the shores of Albion, & by the streams of the brooks.

Silent they met, and silent strove among the streams of Arnon

Even to Mahanaim, when with cold hand Urizen stoop'd down

And took up water from the river Jordan: pouring on

To Milton's brain the icy fluid from his broad cold palm.

But Milton took of the red clay of Succoth, moulding it with care

Between his palms: and filling up the furrows of many years,

Beginning at the feet of Urizen, and on the bones

Creating new flesh on the Demon cold, and building him,

As with new clay, a Human form in the Valley of Beth Peor.

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 One to the North, named Urthona: One to the South, named Urizen:

One to the East, named Luvah: One to the West, named Tharmas:

They are the Four Zoas that stood around the Throne Divine.

But when Luvah assum'd the World of Urizen to the South,

And Albion was slain upon his mountains & in his tent:

All fell towards the Center in dire ruin, sinking down.

And in the South remains a burning fire: in the East, a void:

In the West, a world of raging waters: in the North, a solid,

Unfathomable, without end. But in the midst of these

Is built eternally the Universe of Los and Enitharmon:

Towards which Milton went, but Urizen oppos'd his path.

The Man and Demon strove many periods. Rahab beheld,

Standing on Carmel: Rahab and Tirzah trembled to behold

The enormous strife, one giving life, the other giving death

To his adversary, and they sent forth all their sons & daughters

In all their beauty to entice Milton across the river.

The Twofold form Hermaphroditic, and the Double-sexed,

The Female-male & the Male-female, self-dividing stood

Before him in their beauty, & in cruelties of holiness:

Shining in darkness, glorious upon the deeps of Entuthon.

Saying: Come thou to Ephraim! behold the Kings of Canaan!

The Beautiful Amalekites, behold the fires of youth

Bound with the Chain of Jealousy by Los & Enitharmon!

The banks of Cam, cold learning's streams, London's dark frowning towers,

Lament upon the winds of Europe in Rephaim's Vale,

Because Ahania, rent apart into a desolate night,

Laments! & Enion wanders like a weeping inarticulate voice,

And Vala labours for her bread & water among the Furnaces.

Therefore bright Tirzah triumphs, putting on all beauty,

And all perfection, in her cruel sports among the Victims.

Come bring with thee Jerusalem with songs on the Grecian Lyre!

In Natural Religion: in experiments on Men.

Let her be Offer'd up to Holiness: Tirzah numbers her:

She numbers with her fingers every fibre ere it grow:

Where is the Lamb of God? where is the promise of his coming?

Her shadowy sisters form the bones, even the bones of Horeb,

Around the marrow: and the orbed scull around the brain:

His Images are born for War, for Sacrifice to Tirzah:

To Natural Religion! to Tirzah, the Daughter of Rahab the Holy:

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intended visiting the valleys under pretext of inquiring after and purchasing an estate and castle in the district, that were abandoned by the owner, and now for sale. He had become acquainted with an aged secular priest, who dwelt in a beautifully situated village of a charming valley, and his companion had under other pretences taken up his quarters in a neighbouring village. As Edmond wandered solitarily through the enchanting landscape, for the purpose of acquainting himself with its conveniences, his heart became oppressed as he struggled to know if the object, that led him hither might in itself be a good, whether it might be a justifiable one.

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 She ties the knot of bloody veins into a red hot heart!

Within her bosom Albion lies embalm'd, never to awake.

Hand is become a rock: Sinai & Horeb is Hyle & Coban:

Scofield is bound in iron armour before Reuben's Gate:

She ties the knot of milky seed into two lovely Heavens,

P. 18 TWO yet but one; each in the other sweet reflected: these

Are our Three Heavens beneath the shades of Beulah, land of rest:

Come then to Ephraim & Manasseh, O beloved-one!

Come to my ivory palaces, O beloved of thy mother!

And let us bind thee in the bands of War & be thou King

Of Canaan and reign in Hazor where the Twelve Tribes meet.

So spoke they as in one voice: Silent Milton stood before

The darken'd Urizen; as the sculptor silent stands before

His forming image: he walks round it patient labouring.

Thus Milton stood forming bright Urizen, while his Mortal part

Sat frozen in the rock of Horeb: and his Redeemed portion,

Thus form'd the Clay of Urizen; but within that portion

His real Human walk'd above in power and majesty,

Tho' darken'd; and the Seven Angels of the Presence attended him.

O how can I with my gross tongue that cleaveth to the dust,

Tell of the Four-fold Man in starry numbers fitly order'd,

Or how can I with my cold hand of clay! But thou, O Lord,

Do with me as thou wilt! for I am nothing, and vanity

If thou chuse to elect a worm, it shall remove the mountains.

For that portion nam'd the Elect: the Spectrous body of Milton:

Redounding from my left foot into Los's Mundane space,

Brooded over his Body in Horeb against the Resurrection,

Preparing it for the Great Consummation: red the Cherub on Sinai

Glow'd: but in terrors folded round his clouds of blood.

Now Albion's sleeping Humanity began to turn upon his Couch,

Feeling the electric flame of Milton's awful precipitate descent.

Seest thou the little winged fly smaller than a grain of sand?

It has a heart like thee: a brain open to heaven & hell,

Withinside wondrous & expansive: its gates are not clos'd:

I hope thine are not: hence it clothes itself in rich array:

Hence thou art cloth'd with human beauty, O thou mortal man.

Seek not thy heavenly father then beyond the skies:

There Chaos dwells & ancient Night & Og & Anak old:

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Rh into these peaceful valleys, where hitherto no noise of arms has ever resounded? Here the monsters still slumber, which we are going to awaken, in order to provide victims even in these communes for their grim jaws. He quieted his perturbed feelings with the thought, that without his assistance the royalists would march hither, for the purpose of entangling and, if possible, extirpating his new brethren from this part of the country, which was almost wholly in the possession of Catholic inhabitants.

His host, the Catholic priest, was a very little grey-haired man, who, with just as old and amiable as housekeeper lived under the vines and olive trees, that shaded his dwelling so quietly and peaceably, that Edmond on his first entrance was involuntarily reminded of the fable of Philemon and Baucis. He could not divest himself of the idea, that in this habitation the earliest and dearest recollections of his childhood were hovering round him, he was confounded at himself, that his wrath,


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 Which few dare unbar, because dread Og & Anak guard the gates

Terrific: and each mortal brain is wall'd and moated round

Within: and Og & Anak watch here: here is the Seat

Of Satan in its Webs: for in brain and heart and loins

Gates open behind Satan's Seat to the City of Golgonooza,

Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion.

Thus Milton fell thro' Albion's heart, travelling outside of Humanity

Beyond the Stars in Chaos in Caverns of the Mundane Shell.

But many of the Eternals rose up from eternal tables,

Drunk with the Spirit, burning round the Couch of death they stood,

Looking down into Beulah: wrathful, fill'd with rage:

They rend the heavens round the Watchers in a fiery circle,

And round the Shadowy Eighth: the Eight close up the Couch

Into a tabernacle, and flee with cries down to the Deeps:

Where Los opens his three wide gates, surrounded by raging fires:

They soon find their own place & join the Watchers of the Ulro.

Los saw them and a cold pale horror cover'd o'er his limbs.

Pondering he knew that Rintrah & Palamabron might depart:

Even as Reuben & as Gad: gave up himself to tears.

He sat down on his anvil-stock: and leaned upon the trough,

Looking into the black water, mingling it with tears.

At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain

He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded,

And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts:

That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend

Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham, and set free

Orc from his Chain of Jealousy: he started at the thought,

P. 19 AND down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night:

And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan-Adan:

His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke; when one sleeps th'other wakes.

But Milton entering my Foot, I saw in the nether

Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth

And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination,

In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Milton's descent.

But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know

What passes in his members till periods of Space & Time

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 And all this Vegetable World appeared on my left Foot

As a bright sandal form'd immortal of precious stones & gold:

I stooped down & bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity.

There is in Eden a sweet River of milk & liquid pearl

Nam'd Ololon: on whose mild banks dwelt those who Milton drove

Down into Ulro: and they wept in long resounding songs

For seven days of eternity, and the river's living banks,

The mountains wail'd! & every plant that grew, in solemn sighs lamented.

When Luvah's bulls each morning drag the sulphur Sun out of the Deep

Harness'd with starry harness, black & shining, kept by black slaves

That work all night at the starry harness: Strong and vigorous

They drag the unwilling Orb: at this time all the Family

Of Eden heard the lamentation and Providence began.

But when the clarions of day sounded they drown'd the lamentation,

And when night came all was silent in Ololon; & all refused to lament

In the still night fearing lest they should others molest.

Seven mornings Los heard them, as the poor bird within the shell

Hears its impatient parent bird; and Enitharmon heard them:

But saw them not, for the blue Mundane Shell inclos'd them in.

And they lamented that they had in wrath & fury & fire

Driven Milton into the Ulro; for now they knew too late

That it was Milton the Awakener: they had not heard the Bard,

Whose Song call'd Milton to the attempt; and Los heard these laments.

He heard them call in prayer all the Divine Family;

And he beheld the Cloud of Milton stretching over Europe.

But all the Family Divine collected as Four Suns

In the Four Points of heaven, East, West & North & South,

Enlarging and enlarging till their Disks approach'd each other:

And when they touch'd closed together Southward in One Sun

Over Ololon: and as One Man, who weeps over his brother

In a dark tomb, so all the Family Divine wept over Ololon.

Saying: Milton goes to Eternal Death! so saying they groan'd in spirit

And were troubled! and again the Divine Family groan'd in spirit!

And Ololon said: Let us descend also, and let us give

Ourselves to death in Ulro among the Transgressors.

Is Virtue a Punisher? O no! how is this wondrous thing?

This World beneath, unseen before; this refuge from the wars

Of Great Eternity! unnatural refuge! unknown by us till now. 17


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Rh his burning, religious zeal seemed here nearly exhausted, he was almost obliged to confess that it was forgotten. He meditated and dreamed in the rustling of the trees, by the murmuring of the little waterfall, how softly his soul melted away, and his resolution, like that of Rinaldo's in the enchanted garden of Armida, lost all its strength. When he could not regain his former energy in his waking dreams, as he strolled by the side of the brook, he called it the stream of oblivion, where he now enjoyed the vernal gales and flower breathing elysium and in Lethe separating himself for ever from the world of strife and suffering.

The clergyman had also received the youth with the greatest cordiality; whenever Edmond returned from his rambles, such pleasure beamed on the countenance of the old man, that the stranger felt himself bound to his host by kindliness and emotion. The latter frequently examined him fixedly and as if he had known him already at an


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Rh earlier period, and then sank into a reverie as if he could not connect his recollections.

"My dear Chevalier de Valmont," (thus Edmond had named himself) commenced the old man on the second day, as they sat at table, "the longer you are with me, the greater pleasure do I experience in your society. An extraordinary resemblance to an old friend almost compels me to treat you as a beloved brother, nay, I may say as a son. It is long since any stranger has visited me in my solitude, here I learn but little of the world, and that is why such a visit as yours is so acceptable to me." "I too am delighted with your society," replied Edmond, "and I ask myself not without sadness, wherefore it should not be granted to man to spend his days in peaceful quiet, elevated and instructed by nature, enlivened and comforted by the simplest and most delightful enjoyments."

"Perhaps this will be your fate my good sir," answered the priest with vivacity,


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Rh "perhaps we may then see each other very often and confidentially, if you should only become the possessor of yonder castle, which is scarcely half a league distant from hence."

"And," said Edmond hesitatingly,—if the war should rush down here also? should this castle, this house here be consumed in flames? Where is safety in our times?" "The Lord will protect us" replied the priest, "as he has done heretofore." "And should he confer victory on the foes?" "His will be done," prayed the old man, "for his decree is wisdom, he is just and good, and with his might dwells love." "It almost appears," said Edmond surprised, "that you will not be disinclined to grant victory to the rebels; at least you express yourself so mildly, that I do not recognise in you the Catholic, as zealous for his religion as, however, he ought to be."

"Let us not misunderstand each other," replied the priest, "I only mean, that I


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Rh surrender myself intirely, wholly, and unconditionally to the will of my Lord, and resign the reins to him without murmuring, or contending. But I love my religion, I am thoroughly imbued with it, and on that very account be it far from me to banish these poor deluded ones and to call down a curse upon their heads."

"You are thus a worthy servant of your religion," answered Edmond, "and deserve that the enlightening should be made manifest to you."

The venerable man looked smilingly on the youth and said: "You have now betrayed yourself young gentleman,—do not blush," continued he in the mildest tone, "fear nothing from me; you are not the less welcome to me on that account. Perhaps we shall understand, when we have learnt to know each other and perhaps not; but you shall ever remain my beloved guest, may become also my friend, although it may happen that I should blame your enthusiasm, or your


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Rh. How many worthy, noble, truly inspired, loving minds have I also known among the Huguenots and how many harsh and pitiless ones in my own church. It is now indeed a woeful time in our country, and moreover, we see as yet no end to the misery."

Edmond had recovered from his surprise and embarrassment, and said: "Is it though right, to remain thus indifferent and irresolute as you appear to me to be? Yet, perhaps, at a later period of life I shall also feel thus, for my father, to my sorrow, spoke almost as you do."

"You do not know me yet," answered the priest, "and I may well assert, without pretention, that sentence ought not to be pronounced so hastily and so readily on a man, who has had such experience of himself and of the world, who has reflected and really lived. In religious affairs particularly, my brain whirls in agony, when I see how so many place the whole tenor of a profound mystery in a book, an expression, a phrase, or even a syllable, and weigh the