Dwight Howard Sued by Man Over Gay Threome

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• DWIGHT HOWARD SUED BY MAN CLAIMG NBA STAR FORCED HIM TO HAVE GAY THREOME
• A PORTRA OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN (CHAP. 5)JAM JOYCETRACK 5 ON A PORTRA OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN 1 VIEWER19K VIEWS27 CONTRIBUTORSA PORTRA OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN (CHAP. 5) LYRICSHE DRAED HIS THIRD CUP OF WATERY TEA TO THE DREGS AND SET TO CHEWG THE CSTS OF IED BREAD THAT WERE STTERED NEAR HIM, STARG TO THE DARK POOL OF THE JAR. THE YELLOW DRIPPG HAD BEEN SOPED OUT LIKE A BOGHOLE AND THE POOL UNR BROUGHT BACK TO HIS MEMORY THE DARK TURF-LOURED WATER OF THE BATH CLONGOW. THE BOX OF PAWN TICKETS AT HIS ELBOW HAD JT BEEN RIFLED AND HE TOOK UP IDLY ONE AFTER ANOTHER HIS GREASY FGERS THE BLUE AND WHE DOCKETS, SCRAWLED AND SAND AND CREASED AND BEARG THE NAME OF THE PLEDGER AS DALY OR MACEVOY.1 PAIR BKS1 D. COAT3 ARTICL AND WHE1 MAN'S PANTSTHEN HE PUT THEM ASI AND GAZED THOUGHTFULLY AT THE LID OF THE BOX, SPECKLED WH LOE MARKS, AND ASKED VAGUELY:—HOW MUCH IS THE CLOCK FAST NOW?HIS MOTHER STRAIGHTENED THE BATTERED ALARM CLOCK THAT WAS LYG ON S SI THE MIDDLE OF THE MANTELPIECE UNTIL S DIAL SHOWED A QUARTER TO TWELVE AND THEN LAID ONCE MORE ON S SI.—AN HOUR AND TWENTY-FIVE MUT, SHE SAID. THE RIGHT TIME NOW IS TWENTY PAST TEN. THE AR KNOWS YOU MIGHT TRY TO BE TIME FOR YOUR LECTUR.—FILL OUT THE PLACE FOR ME TO WASH, SAID STEPHEN.—KATEY, FILL OUT THE PLACE FOR STEPHEN TO WASH.—BOODY, FILL OUT THE PLACE FOR STEPHEN TO WASH.—I N'T, I'M GOG FOR BLUE. FILL OUT, YOU, MAGGY.WHEN THE ENAMELLED BAS HAD BEEN FTED TO THE WELL OF THE SK AND THE OLD WASHG GLOVE FLUNG ON THE SI OF HE ALLOWED HIS MOTHER TO SCB HIS NECK AND ROOT TO THE FOLDS OF HIS EARS AND TO THE TERSTIC AT THE WGS OF HIS NOSE.—WELL, 'S A POOR SE, SHE SAID, WHEN A UNIVERSY STUNT IS SO DIRTY THAT HIS MOTHER HAS TO WASH HIM.—BUT GIV YOU PLEASURE, SAID STEPHEN LMLY.AN EAR-SPLTG WHISTLE WAS HEARD OM UPSTAIRS AND HIS MOTHER THST A DAMP OVERALL TO HIS HANDS, SAYG:—DRY YOURSELF AND HURRY OUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOODNS.A SEND SHRILL WHISTLE, PROLONGED ANGRILY, BROUGHT ONE OF THE GIRLS TO THE FOOT OF THE STAIRSE.—Y, FATHER?—IS YOUR LAZY BCH OF A BROTHER GONE OUT YET?—Y, FATHER.—SURE?—Y, FATHER.—HM!THE GIRL ME BACK, MAKG SIGNS TO HIM TO BE QUICK AND GO OUT QUIETLY BY THE BACK. STEPHEN LGHED AND SAID:—HE HAS A CUR IA OF GENRS IF HE THKS A BCH IS MASCULE.—AH, 'S A SNDALO SHAME FOR YOU, STEPHEN, SAID HIS MOTHER, AND YOU'LL LIVE TO E THE DAY YOU SET YOUR FOOT THAT PLACE. I KNOW HOW HAS CHANGED YOU.—GOOD MORNG, EVERYBODY, SAID STEPHEN, SG AND KISSG THE TIPS OF HIS FGERS ADI.THE LANE BEHD THE TERRACE WAS WATERLOGGED AND AS HE WENT DOWN SLOWLY, CHOOSG HIS STEPS AMID HEAPS OF WET BBISH, HE HEARD A MAD NUN SCREECHG THE NUNS' MADHOE BEYOND THE WALL.—J! O J! J!HE SHOOK THE SOUND OUT OF HIS EARS BY AN ANGRY TOSS OF HIS HEAD AND HURRIED ON, STUMBLG THROUGH THE MOULRG OFFAL, HIS HEART ALREADY BTEN BY AN ACHE OF LOATHG AND BTERNS. HIS FATHER'S WHISTLE, HIS MOTHER'S MUTTERGS, THE SCREECH OF AN UNSEEN MANIAC WERE TO HIM NOW SO MANY VOIC OFFENDG AND THREATENG TO HUMBLE THE PRI OF HIS YOUTH. HE DROVE THEIR ECHO EVEN OUT OF HIS HEART WH AN EXECRATN; BUT, AS HE WALKED DOWN THE AVENUE AND FELT THE GREY MORNG LIGHT FALLG ABOUT HIM THROUGH THE DRIPPG TRE AND SMELT THE STRANGE WILD SMELL OF THE WET LEAV AND BARK, HIS SOUL WAS LOOSED OF HER MISERI.THE RA-LAN TRE OF THE AVENUE EVOKED HIM, AS ALWAYS, MEMORI OF THE GIRLS AND WOMEN THE PLAYS OF GERHART HPTMANN; AND THE MEMORY OF THEIR PALE SORROWS AND THE AGRANCE FALLG OM THE WET BRANCH MGLED A MOOD OF QUIET JOY. HIS MORNG WALK ACROSS THE CY HAD BEGUN, AND HE FOREKNEW THAT AS HE PASSED THE SLOBLANDS OF FAIRVIEW HE WOULD THK OF THE CLOISTRAL SILVER-VEED PROSE OF NEWMAN; THAT AS HE WALKED ALONG THE NORTH STRAND ROAD, GLANCG IDLY AT THE WDOWS OF THE PROVISN SHOPS, HE WOULD RELL THE DARK HUMOUR OF GUIDO CAVALNTI AND SE; THAT AS HE WENT BY BAIRD'S STONECUTTG WORKS TALBOT PLACE THE SPIR OF IBSEN WOULD BLOW THROUGH HIM LIKE A KEEN WD, A SPIR OF WAYWARD BOYISH BETY; AND THAT PASSG A GRIMY MARE ALER'S SHOP BEYOND THE LIFFEY HE WOULD REPEAT THE SONG BY BEN JONSON WHICH BEGS:I WAS NOT WEARIER WHERE I LAYHIS MD WHEN WEARIED OF S SEARCH FOR THE SENCE OF BETY AMID THE SPECTRAL WORDS OF ARISTOTLE OR AQUAS TURNED OFTEN FOR S PLEASURE TO THE DATY SONGS OF THE ELIZABETHANS. HIS MD, THE VTURE OF A DOUBTG MONK, STOOD OFTEN SHADOW UNR THE WDOWS OF THAT AGE, TO HEAR THE GRAVE AND MOCKG MIC OF THE LUTENISTS OR THE ANK LGHTER OF WAIST-ATEERS UNTIL A LGH TOO LOW, A PHRASE, TARNISHED BY TIME, OF CHAMBERG AND FALSE HONOUR STUNG HIS MONKISH PRI AND DROVE HIM ON OM HIS LURKG-PLACETHE LORE WHICH HE WAS BELIEVED TO PASS HIS DAYS BROODG UPON SO THAT HAD RAPT HIM OM THE PANNSHIP OF YOUTH WAS ONLY A GARNER OF SLENR SENTENC OM ARISTOTLE'S POETICS AND PSYCHOLOGY AND A SYNOPSIS PHILOSOPHIAE SCHOLASTICAE AD MENTEM DIVI THOMAE. HIS THKG WAS A DK OF DOUBT AND SELF-MISTST, L UP AT MOMENTS BY THE LIGHTNGS OF TUN, BUT LIGHTNGS OF SO CLEAR A SPLENDOUR THAT THOSE MOMENTS THE WORLD PERISHED ABOUT HIS FEET AS IF HAD BEEN FIRE-NSUMED; AND THEREAFTER HIS TONGUE GREW HEAVY AND HE MET THE EY OF OTHERS WH UNANSWERG EY, FOR HE FELT THAT THE SPIR OF BETY HAD FOLD HIM ROUND LIKE A MANTLE AND THAT REVERY AT LEAST HE HAD BEEN ACQUATED WH NOBILY. BUT WHEN THIS BRIEF PRI OF SILENCE UPHELD HIM NO LONGER HE WAS GLAD TO FD HIMSELF STILL THE MIDST OF MON LIV, PASSG ON HIS WAY AMID THE SQUALOR AND NOISE AND SLOTH OF THE CY FEARLSLY AND WH A LIGHT HEARTNEAR THE HOARDGS ON THE NAL HE MET THE NSUMPTIVE MAN WH THE DOLL'S FACE AND THE BRIMLS HAT G TOWARDS HIM DOWN THE SLOPE OF THE BRIDGE WH LTLE STEPS, TIGHTLY BUTTONED TO HIS CHOLATE OVERAT, AND HOLDG HIS FURLED UMBRELLA A SPAN OR TWO OM HIM LIKE A DIVG ROD. IT MT BE ELEVEN, HE THOUGHT, AND PEERED TO A DAIRY TO SEE THE TIME. THE CLOCK THE DAIRY TOLD HIM THAT WAS FIVE MUT TO FIVE BUT, AS HE TURNED AWAY, HE HEARD A CLOCK SOMEWHERE NEAR HIM, BUT UNSEEN, BEATG ELEVEN STROK SWIFT PRECISN. HE LGHED AS HE HEARD FOR MA HIM THK OF MCCANN, AND HE SAW HIM A SQUAT FIGURE A SHOOTG JACKET AND BREECH AND WH A FAIR GOATEE, STANDG THE WD AT HOPKS' RNER, AND HEARD HIM SAY:—DEDAL, YOU'RE AN ANTISOCIAL BEG, WRAPPED UP YOURSELF. I'M NOT. I'M A MOCRAT AND I'LL WORK AND ACT FOR SOCIAL LIBERTY AND EQUALY AMONG ALL CLASS AND SEX THE UNED STAT OF THE EUROPE OF THE FUTUREELEVEN! THEN HE WAS LATE FOR THAT LECTURE TOO. WHAT DAY OF THE WEEK WAS ? HE STOPPED AT A NEWSAGENT'S TO READ THE HEADLE OF A PLARD. THURSDAY. TEN TO ELEVEN, ENGLISH; ELEVEN TO TWELVE, FRENCH; TWELVE TO ONE, PHYSICS. HE FANCIED TO HIMSELF THE ENGLISH LECTURE AND FELT, EVEN AT THAT DISTANCE, RTLS AND HELPLS. HE SAW THE HEADS OF HIS CLASSMAT MEEKLY BENT AS THEY WROTE THEIR NOTEBOOKS THE POTS THEY WERE BIDN TO NOTE, NOMAL FNS, SENTIAL FNS AND EXAMPL OR DAT OF BIRTH OR ATH, CHIEF WORKS, A FAVOURABLE AND AN UNFAVOURABLE CRICISM SI BY SI. HIS OWN HEAD WAS UNBENT FOR HIS THOUGHTS WANRED ABROAD AND WHETHER HE LOOKED AROUND THE LTLE CLASS OF STUNTS OR OUT OF THE WDOW ACROSS THE SOLATE GARNS OF THE GREEN AN ODOUR ASSAILED HIM OF CHEERLS CELLAR-DAMP AND Y. ANOTHER HEAD THAN HIS, RIGHT BEFORE HIM THE FIRST BENCH, WAS POISED SQUARELY ABOVE S BENDG FELLOWS LIKE THE HEAD OF A PRIT APPEALG WHOUT HUY TO THE TABERNACLE FOR THE HUMBLE WORSHIPPERS ABOUT HIM. WHY WAS THAT WHEN HE THOUGHT OF CRANLY HE ULD NEVER RAISE BEFORE HIS MD THE ENTIRE IMAGE OF HIS BODY BUT ONLY THE IMAGE OF THE HEAD AND FACE? EVEN NOW AGAST THE GREY CURTA OF THE MORNG HE SAW BEFORE HIM LIKE THE PHANTOM OF A DREAM, THE FACE OF A SEVERED HEAD OR ATH-MASK, CROWNED ON THE BROWS BY S STIFF BLACK UPRIGHT HAIR AS BY AN IRON CROWN. IT WAS A PRIT-LIKE FACE, PRIT-LIKE S PALOR, THE WI WGED NOSE, THE SHADOWGS BELOW THE EY AND ALONG THE JAWS, PRIT-LIKE THE LIPS THAT WERE LONG AND BLOODLS AND FATLY SG; AND STEPHEN, REMEMBERG SWIFTLY HOW HE HAD TOLD CRANLY OF ALL THE TUMULTS AND UNRT AND LONGGS HIS SOUL, DAY AFTER DAY AND NIGHT BY NIGHT, ONLY TO BE ANSWERED BY HIS IEND'S LISTENG SILENCE, WOULD HAVE TOLD HIMSELF THAT WAS THE FACE OF A GUILTY PRIT WHO HEARD NFSNS OF THOSE WHOM HE HAD NOT POWER TO ABSOLVE BUT THAT HE FELT AGA MEMORY THE GAZE OF S DARK WOMANISH EYTHROUGH THIS IMAGE HE HAD A GLIMPSE OF A STRANGE DARK VERN OF SPECULATN BUT AT ONCE TURNED AWAY OM , FEELG THAT WAS NOT YET THE HOUR TO ENTER . BUT THE NIGHTSHA OF HIS IEND'S LISTLSNS SEEMED TO BE DIFFG THE AIR AROUND HIM A TENUO AND ADLY EXHALATN AND HE FOUND HIMSELF GLANCG OM ONE SUAL WORD TO ANOTHER ON HIS RIGHT OR LEFT STOLID WONR THAT THEY HAD BEEN SO SILENTLY EMPTIED OF STANTANEO SENSE UNTIL EVERY MEAN SHOP LEGEND BOUND HIS MD LIKE THE WORDS OF A SPELL AND HIS SOUL SHRIVELLED UP SIGHG WH AGE AS HE WALKED ON A LANE AMONG HEAPS OF AD LANGUAGE. HIS OWN NSCNS OF LANGUAGE WAS EBBG OM HIS BRA AND TRICKLG TO THE VERY WORDS THEMSELV WHICH SET TO BAND AND DISBAND THEMSELV WAYWARD RHYTHMS:THE IVY WH UPON THE WALLAND WH AND TW UPON THE WALLTHE YELLOW IVY UPON THE WALLIVY, IVY UP THE WALLDID ANYONE EVER HEAR SUCH DRIVEL? LORD ALMIGHTY! WHO EVER HEARD OF IVY WHG ON A WALL? YELLOW IVY; THAT WAS ALL RIGHT. YELLOW IVORY ALSO. AND WHAT ABOUT IVORY IVY?THE WORD NOW SHONE HIS BRA, CLEARER AND BRIGHTER THAN ANY IVORY SAWN OM THE MOTTLED TKS OF ELEPHANTS. IVORY, IVOIRE, AVORIO, EBUR. ONE OF THE FIRST EXAMPL THAT HE HAD LEARNT LAT HAD N: INDIA MITTIT EBUR; AND HE RELLED THE SHREWD NORTHERN FACE OF THE RECTOR WHO HAD TGHT HIM TO NSTE THE METAMORPHOS OF OVID A URTLY ENGLISH, MA WHIMSIL BY THE MENTN OF PORKERS AND POTSHERDS AND CH OF BAN. HE HAD LEARNT WHAT LTLE HE KNEW OF THE LAWS OF LAT VERSE OM A RAGGED BOOK WRTEN BY A PORTUGUE PRITCONTRAH ORATOR, VARIANT RME VATTHE CRIS AND VICTORI AND SECSNS ROMAN HISTORY WERE HAND ON TO HIM THE TRE WORDS IN TANTO DISCRIMINE AND HE HAD TRIED TO PEER TO THE SOCIAL LIFE OF THE CY OF CI THROUGH THE WORDS IMPLERE OLLAM DENARIORUM WHICH THE RECTOR HAD RENRED SONOROLY AS THE FILLG OF A POT WH NARI. THE PAG OF HIS TIME-WORN HORACE NEVER FELT LD TO THE TOUCH EVEN WHEN HIS OWN FGERS WERE LD; THEY WERE HUMAN PAG AND FIFTY YEARS BEFORE THEY HAD BEEN TURNED BY THE HUMAN FGERS OF JOHN DUNN INVERARY AND BY HIS BROTHER, WILLIAM MALLM INVERARY. Y, THOSE WERE NOBLE NAM ON THE DKY FLYLEAF AND, EVEN FOR SO POOR A LATIST AS HE, THE DKY VERS WERE AS AGRANT AS THOUGH THEY HAD LA ALL THOSE YEARS MYRTLE AND LAVENR AND VERVA; BUT YET WOUND HIM TO THK THAT HE WOULD NEVER BE BUT A SHY GUT AT THE FEAST OF THE WORLD'S CULTURE AND THAT THE MONKISH LEARNG, TERMS OF WHICH HE WAS STRIVG TO FE OUT AN THETIC PHILOSOPHY, WAS HELD NO HIGHER BY THE AGE HE LIVED THAN THE SUBTLE AND CUR JARGONS OF HERALDRY AND FALNRYTHE GREY BLOCK OF TRY ON HIS LEFT, SET HEAVILY THE CY'S IGNORANCE LIKE A DULL STONE SET A CUMBRO RG, PULLED HIS MD DOWNWARD AND WHILE HE WAS STRIVG THIS WAY AND THAT TO EE HIS FEET OM THE FETTERS OF THE REFORMED NSCIENCE HE ME UPON THE DROLL STATUE OF THE NATNAL POET OF IRELANDHE LOOKED AT WHOUT ANGER; FOR, THOUGH SLOTH OF THE BODY AND OF THE SOUL CREPT OVER LIKE UNSEEN VERM, OVER THE SHUFFLG FEET AND UP THE FOLDS OF THE CLOAK AND AROUND THE SERVILE HEAD, SEEMED HUMBLY NSC OF S DIGNY. IT WAS A FIRBOLG THE BORROWED CLOAK OF A MILIAN; AND HE THOUGHT OF HIS IEND DAV, THE PEASANT STUNT. IT WAS A JTG NAME BETWEEN THEM, BUT THE YOUNG PEASANT BORE WH LIGHTLY:—GO ON, STEVIE, I HAVE A HARD HEAD, YOU TELL ME. CALL ME WHAT YOU WILLTHE HOMELY VERSN OF HIS CHRISTIAN NAME ON THE LIPS OF HIS IEND HAD TOUCHED STEPHEN PLEASANTLY WHEN FIRST HEARD FOR HE WAS AS FORMAL SPEECH WH OTHERS AS THEY WERE WH HIM. OFTEN, AS HE SAT DAV'S ROOMS GRANTHAM STREET, WONRG AT HIS IEND'S WELL-MA BOOTS THAT FLANKED THE WALL PAIR BY PAIR AND REPEATG FOR HIS IEND'S SIMPLE EAR THE VERS AND NC OF OTHERS WHICH WERE THE VEILS OF HIS OWN LONGG AND JECTN, THE FIRBOLG MD OF HIS LISTENER HAD DRAWN HIS MD TOWARDS AND FLUNG BACK AGA, DRAWG BY A QUIET BRED URTY OF ATTENTN OR BY A QUAT TURN OF OLD ENGLISH SPEECH OR BY THE FORCE OF S LIGHT BODILY SKILL—FOR DAV HAD SAT AT THE FEET OF MICHAEL CACK, THE GAEL—REPELLG SWIFTLY AND SUDNLY BY A GROSSNS OF TELLIGENCE OR BY A BLUNTNS OF FEELG OR BY A DULL STARE OF TERROR THE EY, THE TERROR OF SOUL OF A STARVG IRISH VILLAGE WHICH THE CURFEW WAS STILL A NIGHTLY FEARSI BY SI WH HIS MEMORY OF THE EDS OF PROWS OF HIS UNCLE MAT DAV, THE ATHLETE, THE YOUNG PEASANT WORSHIPPED THE SORROWFUL LEGEND OF IRELAND. THE GOSSIP OF HIS FELLOW-STUNTS WHICH STROVE TO RENR THE FLAT LIFE OF THE LLEGE SIGNIFINT AT ANY ST LOVED TO THK OF HIM AS A YOUNG FENIAN. HIS NURSE HAD TGHT HIM IRISH AND SHAPED HIS IMAGATN BY THE BROKEN LIGHTS OF IRISH MYTH. HE STOOD TOWARDS THE MYTH UPON WHICH NO DIVIDUAL MD HAD EVER DRAWN OUT A LE OF BETY AND TO S UNWIELDY TAL THAT DIVID AGAST THEMSELV AS THEY MOVED DOWN THE CYCL THE SAME ATTU AS TOWARDS THE ROMAN THOLIC RELIGN, THE ATTU OF A DULL-WTED LOYAL SERF. WHATSOEVER OF THOUGHT OR OF FEELG ME TO HIM OM ENGLAND OR BY WAY OF ENGLISH CULTURE HIS MD STOOD ARMED AGAST OBEDIENCE TO A PASSWORD; AND OF THE WORLD THAT LAY BEYOND ENGLAND HE KNEW ONLY THE FOREIGN LEGN OF FRANCE WHICH HE SPOKE OF SERVGCOUPLG THIS AMBN WH THE YOUNG MAN'S HUMOUR STEPHEN HAD OFTEN LLED HIM ONE OF THE TAME GEE AND THERE WAS EVEN A POT OF IRRATN THE NAME POTED AGAST THAT VERY RELUCTANCE OF SPEECH AND ED HIS IEND WHICH SEEMED SO OFTEN TO STAND BETWEEN STEPHEN'S MD, EAGER OF SPECULATN, AND THE HIDN WAYS OF IRISH LIFEONE NIGHT THE YOUNG PEASANT, HIS SPIR STUNG BY THE VLENT OR LUXUR LANGUAGE WHICH STEPHEN PED OM THE LD SILENCE OF TELLECTUAL REVOLT, HAD LLED UP BEFORE STEPHEN'S MD A STRANGE VISN. THE TWO WERE WALKG SLOWLY TOWARDS DAV'S ROOMS THROUGH THE DARK NARROW STREETS OF THE POORER JEWS—A THG HAPPENED TO MYSELF, STEVIE, LAST TUMN, G ON WTER, AND I NEVER TOLD TO A LIVG SOUL AND YOU ARE THE FIRST PERSON NOW I EVER TOLD TO. I DISREMEMBER IF WAS OCTOBER OR NOVEMBER. IT WAS OCTOBER BEE WAS BEFORE I ME UP HERE TO JO THE MATRICULATN CLASSSTEPHEN HAD TURNED HIS SG EY TOWARDS HIS IEND'S FACE, FLATTERED BY HIS NFINCE AND WON OVER TO SYMPATHY BY THE SPEAKER'S SIMPLE ACCENT—I WAS AWAY ALL THAT DAY OM MY OWN PLACE OVER BUTTEVANT—I DON'T KNOW IF YOU KNOW WHERE THAT IS—AT A HURLG MATCH BETWEEN THE CROKE'S OWN BOYS AND THE FEARLS THURL AND BY GOD, STEVIE, THAT WAS THE HARD FIGHT. MY FIRST , FONSY DAV, WAS STRIPPED TO HIS BUFF THAT DAY MDG OL FOR THE LIMERICKS BUT HE WAS UP WH THE FORWARDS HALF THE TIME AND SHOUTG LIKE MAD. I NEVER WILL FET THAT DAY. ONE OF THE CROK MA A WOEFUL WIPE AT HIM ONE TIME WH HIS MAN AND I CLARE TO GOD HE WAS WH AN AIM'S ACE OF GETTG AT THE SI OF HIS TEMPLE. OH, HONT TO GOD, IF THE CROOK OF UGHT HIM THAT TIME HE WAS DONE FOR—I AM GLAD HE PED, STEPHEN HAD SAID WH A LGH, BUT SURELY THAT'S NOT THE STRANGE THG THAT HAPPENED YOU?—WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT DON'T TERT YOU, BUT LEASTWAYS THERE WAS SUCH NOISE AFTER THE MATCH THAT I MISSED THE TRA HOME AND I ULDN'T GET ANY KD OF A YOKE TO GIVE ME A LIFT FOR, AS LUCK WOULD HAVE , THERE WAS A MASS MEETG THAT SAME DAY OVER CASTLETOWNROCHE AND ALL THE RS THE UNTRY WERE THERE. SO THERE WAS NOTHG FOR ONLY TO STAY THE NIGHT OR TO FOOT OUT. WELL, I STARTED TO WALK AND ON I WENT AND WAS G ON NIGHT WHEN I GOT TO THE BALLYHOURA HILLS, THAT'S BETTER THAN TEN OM KILMALLOCK AND THERE'S A LONG LONELY ROAD AFTER THAT. YOU WOULDN'T SEE THE SIGN OF A CHRISTIAN HOE ALONG THE ROAD OR HEAR A SOUND. IT WAS PCH DARK ALMOST. ONCE OR TWICE I STOPPED BY THE WAY UNR A BH TO REDN MY PIPE AND ONLY FOR THE W WAS THICK I'D HAVE STRETCHED OUT THERE AND SLEPT. AT LAST, AFTER A BEND OF THE ROAD, I SPIED A LTLE TTAGE WH A LIGHT THE WDOW. I WENT UP AND KNOCKED AT THE DOOR. A VOICE ASKED WHO WAS THERE AND I ANSWERED I WAS OVER AT THE MATCH BUTTEVANT AND WAS WALKG BACK AND THAT I'D BE THANKFUL FOR A GLASS OF WATER. AFTER A WHILE A YOUNG WOMAN OPENED THE DOOR AND BROUGHT ME OUT A BIG MUG OF K. SHE WAS HALF UNDRSED AS IF SHE WAS GOG TO BED WHEN I KNOCKED AND SHE HAD HER HAIR HANGG AND I THOUGHT BY HER FIGURE AND BY SOMETHG THE LOOK OF HER EY THAT SHE MT BE RRYG A CHILD. SHE KEPT ME TALK A LONG WHILE AT THE DOOR, AND I THOUGHT STRANGE BEE HER BREAST AND HER SHOULRS WERE BARE. SHE ASKED ME WAS I TIRED AND WOULD I LIKE TO STOP THE NIGHT THERE. SHE SAID SHE WAS ALL ALONE THE HOE AND THAT HER HBAND HAD GONE THAT MORNG TO QUEENSTOWN WH HIS SISTER TO SEE HER OFF. AND ALL THE TIME SHE WAS TALKG, STEVIE, SHE HAD HER EY FIXED ON MY FACE AND SHE STOOD SO CLOSE TO ME I ULD HEAR HER BREATHG. WHEN I HAND HER BACK THE MUG AT LAST SHE TOOK MY HAND TO DRAW ME OVER THE THRHOLD AND SAID: 'COME IN AND STAY THE NIGHT HERE. YOU'VE NO CALL TO BE FRIGHTENED. THERE'S NO ONE IN IT BUT OURSELVES...' I DIDN'T GO , STEVIE. I THANKED HER AND WENT ON MY WAY AGA, ALL A FEVER. AT THE FIRST BEND OF THE ROAD I LOOKED BACK AND SHE WAS STANDG AT THE DOORTHE LAST WORDS OF DAV'S STORY SANG HIS MEMORY AND THE FIGURE OF THE WOMAN THE STORY STOOD FORTH REFLECTED OTHER FIGUR OF THE PEASANT WOMEN WHOM HE HAD SEEN STANDG THE DOORWAYS AT CLANE AS THE LLEGE RS DROVE BY, AS A TYPE OF HER RACE AND OF HIS OWN, A BAT-LIKE SOUL WAKG TO THE NSCNS OF SELF DARKNS AND SECRECY AND LONELS AND, THROUGH THE EY AND VOICE AND GTURE OF A WOMAN WHOUT GUILE, LLG THE STRANGER TO HER BEDA HAND WAS LAID ON HIS ARM AND A YOUNG VOICE CRIED:—AH, GENTLEMAN, YOUR OWN GIRL, SIR! THE FIRST HANDSEL TODAY, GENTLEMAN. BUY THAT LOVELY BUNCH. WILL YOU, GENTLEMAN?THE BLUE FLOWERS WHICH SHE LIFTED TOWARDS HIM AND HER YOUNG BLUE EY SEEMED TO HIM AT THAT STANT IMAG OF GUILELSNS, AND HE HALTED TILL THE IMAGE HAD VANISHED AND HE SAW ONLY HER RAGGED DRS AND DAMP ARSE HAIR AND HOYNISH FACE—DO, GENTLEMAN! DON'T FET YOUR OWN GIRL, SIR!—I HAVE NO MONEY, SAID STEPHEN—BUY THEM LOVELY ON, WILL YOU, SIR? ONLY A PENNY—DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID? ASKED STEPHEN, BENDG TOWARDS HER. I TOLD YOU I HAD NO MONEY. I TELL YOU AGA NOW—WELL, SURE, YOU WILL SOME DAY, SIR, PLEASE GOD, THE GIRL ANSWERED AFTER AN STANT—POSSIBLY, SAID STEPHEN, BUT I DON'T THK LIKELYHE LEFT HER QUICKLY, FEARG THAT HER TIMACY MIGHT TURN TO JIBG AND WISHG TO BE OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE SHE OFFERED HER WARE TO ANOTHER, A TOURIST OM ENGLAND OR A STUNT OF TRY. GRAFTON STREET, ALONG WHICH HE WALKED, PROLONGED THAT MOMENT OF DISURAGED POVERTY. IN THE ROADWAY AT THE HEAD OF THE STREET A SLAB WAS SET TO THE MEMORY OF WOLFE TONE AND HE REMEMBERED HAVG BEEN PRENT WH HIS FATHER AT S LAYG. HE REMEMBERED WH BTERNS THAT SCENE OF TAWDRY TRIBUTE. THERE WERE FOUR FRENCH LEGAT A BRAKE AND ONE, A PLUMP SG YOUNG MAN, HELD, WEDGED ON A STICK, A RD ON WHICH WERE PRTED THE WORDS: VIVE L'IRLANDE!BUT THE TRE STEPHEN'S GREEN WERE AGRANT OF RA AND THE RA-SODN EARTH GAVE FORTH S MORTAL ODOUR, A FAT CENSE RISG UPWARD THROUGH THE MOULD OM MANY HEARTS. THE SOUL OF THE GALLANT VENAL CY WHICH HIS ELRS HAD TOLD HIM OF HAD SHNK WH TIME TO A FAT MORTAL ODOUR RISG OM THE EARTH AND HE KNEW THAT A MOMENT WHEN HE ENTERED THE SOMBRE LLEGE HE WOULD BE NSC OF A RPTN OTHER THAN THAT OF BUCK EGAN AND BURNCHAPEL WHALEYIT WAS TOO LATE TO GO UPSTAIRS TO THE FRENCH CLASS. HE CROSSED THE HALL AND TOOK THE RRIDOR TO THE LEFT WHICH LED TO THE PHYSICS THEATRE. THE RRIDOR WAS DARK AND SILENT BUT NOT UNWATCHFUL. WHY DID HE FEEL THAT WAS NOT UNWATCHFUL? WAS BEE HE HAD HEARD THAT BUCK WHALEY'S TIME THERE WAS A SECRET STAIRSE THERE? OR WAS THE JU HOE EXTRA-TERRORIAL AND WAS HE WALKG AMONG ALIENS? THE IRELAND OF TONE AND OF PARNELL SEEMED TO HAVE RECED SPACEHE OPENED THE DOOR OF THE THEATRE AND HALTED THE CHILLY GREY LIGHT THAT STGGLED THROUGH THE DTY WDOWS. A FIGURE WAS CROUCHG BEFORE THE LARGE GRATE AND BY S LEANNS AND GREYNS HE KNEW THAT WAS THE AN OF STUDI LIGHTG THE FIRE. STEPHEN CLOSED THE DOOR QUIETLY AND APPROACHED THE FIREPLACE—GOOD MORNG, SIR! CAN I HELP YOU?THE PRIT LOOKED UP QUICKLY AND SAID:—ONE MOMENT NOW, MR DEDAL, AND YOU WILL SEE. THERE IS AN ART LIGHTG A FIRE. WE HAVE THE LIBERAL ARTS AND WE HAVE THE EFUL ARTS. THIS IS ONE OF THE EFUL ARTS—I WILL TRY TO LEARN , SAID STEPHEN—NOT TOO MUCH AL, SAID THE AN, WORKG BRISKLY AT HIS TASK, THAT IS ONE OF THE SECRETSHE PRODUCED FOUR NDLE-BUTTS OM THE SI-POCKETS OF HIS SOUTANE AND PLACED THEM FTLY AMONG THE ALS AND TWISTED PAPERS. STEPHEN WATCHED HIM SILENCE. KNEELG TH ON THE FLAGSTONE TO KDLE THE FIRE AND BIED WH THE DISPOSN OF HIS WISPS OF PAPER AND NDLE-BUTTS HE SEEMED MORE THAN EVER A HUMBLE SERVER MAKG READY THE PLACE OF SACRIFICE AN EMPTY TEMPLE, A LEVE OF THE LORD. LIKE A LEVE'S ROBE OF PLA LEN THE FAD WORN SOUTANE DRAPED THE KNEELG FIGURE OF ONE WHOM THE NONILS OR THE BELL-BORRED EPHOD WOULD IRK AND TROUBLE. HIS VERY BODY HAD WAXED OLD LOWLY SERVICE OF THE LORD— TENDG THE FIRE UPON THE ALTAR, BEARG TIDGS SECRETLY, WAG UPON WORLDLGS, STRIKG SWIFTLY WHEN BIDN—AND YET HAD REMAED UNGRACED BY GHT OF SATLY OR OF PRELATIC BETY. NAY, HIS VERY SOUL HAD WAXED OLD THAT SERVICE WHOUT GROWG TOWARDS LIGHT AND BETY OR SPREADG ABROAD A SWEET ODOUR OF HER SANCTY—A MORTIFIED WILL NO MORE RPONSIVE TO THE THRILL OF S OBEDIENCE THAN WAS TO THE THRILL OF LOVE OR BAT HIS AGEG BODY, SPARE AND SEWY, GREYED WH A SILVER-POTED DOWNTHE AN RTED BACK ON HIS HUNKERS AND WATCHED THE STICKS TCH. STEPHEN, TO FILL THE SILENCE, SAID:—I AM SURE I ULD NOT LIGHT A FIRE—YOU ARE AN ARTIST, ARE YOU NOT, MR DEDAL? SAID THE AN, GLANCG UP AND BLKG HIS PALE EY. THE OBJECT OF THE ARTIST IS THE CREATN OF THE BETIFUL. WHAT THE BETIFUL IS IS ANOTHER QUTNHE BBED HIS HANDS SLOWLY AND DRILY OVER THE DIFFICULTY—CAN YOU SOLVE THAT QUTN NOW? HE ASKED—AQUAS, ANSWERED STEPHEN, SAYS PULCRA SUNT QUAE VISA PLACENT—THIS FIRE BEFORE , SAID THE AN, WILL BE PLEASG TO THE EYE. WILL THEREFORE BE BETIFUL?—IN SO FAR AS IS APPREHEND BY THE SIGHT, WHICH I SUPPOSE MEANS HERE THETIC TELLECTN, WILL BE BETIFUL. BUT AQUAS ALSO SAYS BONUM EST IN QUOD TENDIT APPETITUS. IN SO FAR AS SATISFI THE ANIMAL CRAVG FOR WARMTH FIRE IS A GOOD. IN HELL, HOWEVER, IS AN EVIL—QUE SO, SAID THE AN, YOU HAVE CERTALY H THE NAIL ON THE HEADHE ROSE NIMBLY AND WENT TOWARDS THE DOOR, SET AJAR AND SAID:—A DRGHT IS SAID TO BE A HELP THE MATTERSAS HE ME BACK TO THE HEARTH, LIMPG SLIGHTLY BUT WH A BRISK STEP, STEPHEN SAW THE SILENT SOUL OF A JU LOOK OUT AT HIM OM THE PALE LOVELS EY. LIKE IGNATI HE WAS LAME BUT HIS EY BURNED NO SPARK OF IGNATI'S ENTHIASM. EVEN THE LEGENDARY CRAFT OF THE PANY, A CRAFT SUBTLER AND MORE SECRET THAN S FABLED BOOKS OF SECRET SUBTLE WISDOM, HAD NOT FIRED HIS SOUL WH THE ENERGY OF APOSTLHIP. IT SEEMED AS IF HE ED THE SHIFTS AND LORE AND CUNNG OF THE WORLD, AS BIDN TO DO, FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF GOD, WHOUT JOY THEIR HANDLG OR HATRED OF THAT THEM WHICH WAS EVIL BUT TURNG THEM, WH A FIRM GTURE OF OBEDIENCE BACK UPON THEMSELV AND FOR ALL THIS SILENT SERVICE SEEMED AS IF HE LOVED NOT AT ALL THE MASTER AND LTLE, IF AT ALL, THE ENDS HE SERVED. SIMILITER ATQUE SENIS BACULUS, HE WAS, AS THE FOUNR WOULD HAVE HAD HIM, LIKE A STAFF AN OLD MAN'S HAND, TO BE LEANED ON THE ROAD AT NIGHTFALL OR STRS OF WEATHER, TO LIE WH A LADY'S NOSEGAY ON A GARN SEAT, TO BE RAISED MENACETHE AN RETURNED TO THE HEARTH AND BEGAN TO STROKE HIS CH—WHEN MAY WE EXPECT TO HAVE SOMETHG OM YOU ON THE THETIC QUTN? HE ASKED—FROM ME! SAID STEPHEN ASTONISHMENT. I STUMBLE ON AN IA ONCE A FORTNIGHT IF I AM LUCKY—THE QUTNS ARE VERY PROFOUND, MR DEDAL, SAID THE AN. IT IS LIKE LOOKG DOWN OM THE CLIFFS OF MOHER TO THE PTHS. MANY GO DOWN TO THE PTHS AND NEVER E UP. ONLY THE TRAED DIVER N GO DOWN TO THOSE PTHS AND EXPLORE THEM AND E TO THE SURFACE AGA—IF YOU MEAN SPECULATN, SIR, SAID STEPHEN, I ALSO AM SURE THAT THERE IS NO SUCH THG AS EE THKG ASMUCH AS ALL THKG MT BE BOUND BY S OWN LAWS—HA!—FOR MY PURPOSE I N WORK ON AT PRENT BY THE LIGHT OF ONE OR TWO IAS OF ARISTOTLE AND AQUAS—I SEE. I QUE SEE YOUR POT—I NEED THEM ONLY FOR MY OWN E AND GUIDANCE UNTIL I HAVE DONE SOMETHG FOR MYSELF BY THEIR LIGHT. IF THE LAMP SMOK OR SMELLS I SHALL TRY TO TRIM . IF DO NOT GIVE LIGHT ENOUGH I SHALL SELL AND BUY ANOTHER—EPICTET ALSO HAD A LAMP, SAID THE AN, WHICH WAS SOLD FOR A FANCY PRICE AFTER HIS ATH. IT WAS THE LAMP HE WROTE HIS PHILOSOPHIL DISSERTATNS BY. YOU KNOW EPICTET?—AN OLD GENTLEMAN, SAID STEPHEN ARSELY, WHO SAID THAT THE SOUL IS VERY LIKE A BUCKETFUL OF WATER—HE TELLS HIS HOMELY WAY, THE AN WENT ON, THAT HE PUT AN IRON LAMP BEFORE A STATUE OF ONE OF THE GODS AND THAT A THIEF STOLE THE LAMP. WHAT DID THE PHILOSOPHER DO? HE REFLECTED THAT WAS THE CHARACTER OF A THIEF TO STEAL AND TERMED TO BUY AN EARTHEN LAMP NEXT DAY STEAD OF THE IRON LAMPA SMELL OF MOLTEN TALLOW ME UP OM THE AN'S NDLE BUTTS AND FED SELF STEPHEN'S NSCNS WH THE JGLE OF THE WORDS, BUCKET AND LAMP AND LAMP AND BUCKET. THE PRIT'S VOICE, TOO, HAD A HARD JGLG TONE. STEPHEN'S MD HALTED BY STCT, CHECKED BY THE STRANGE TONE AND THE IMAGERY AND BY THE PRIT'S FACE WHICH SEEMED LIKE AN UNL LAMP OR A REFLECTOR HUNG A FALSE FOC. WHAT LAY BEHD OR WH ? A DULL TORPOR OF THE SOUL OR THE DULLNS OF THE THUNRCLOUD, CHARGED WH TELLECTN AND PABLE OF THE GLOOM OF GOD?—I MEANT A DIFFERENT KD OF LAMP, SIR, SAID STEPHEN—UNDOUBTEDLY, SAID THE AN—ONE DIFFICULTY, SAID STEPHEN, THETIC DISCSN IS TO KNOW WHETHER WORDS ARE BEG ED ACRDG TO THE LERARY TRADN OR ACRDG TO THE TRADN OF THE MARKETPLACE. I REMEMBER A SENTENCE OF NEWMAN'S WHICH HE SAYS OF THE BLSED VIRG THAT SHE WAS TAED THE FULL PANY OF THE SATS. THE E OF THE WORD THE MARKETPLACE IS QUE DIFFERENT. I HOPE I AM NOT DETAINING YOU—NOT THE LEAST, SAID THE AN POLELY—NO, NO, SAID STEPHEN, SG, I MEAN——Y, Y; I SEE, SAID THE AN QUICKLY, I QUE TCH THE POT: DETAINHE THST FORWARD HIS UNR JAW AND UTTERED A DRY SHORT UGH—TO RETURN TO THE LAMP, HE SAID, THE FEEDG OF IS ALSO A NICE PROBLEM. YOU MT CHOOSE THE PURE OIL AND YOU MT BE REFUL WHEN YOU POUR NOT TO OVERFLOW , NOT TO POUR MORE THAN THE FUNNEL N HOLD—WHAT FUNNEL? ASKED STEPHEN—THE FUNNEL THROUGH WHICH YOU POUR THE OIL TO YOUR LAMP—THAT? SAID STEPHEN. IS THAT LLED A FUNNEL? IS NOT A TUNDISH?—WHAT IS A TUNDISH?—THAT. THE... FUNNEL—IS THAT LLED A TUNDISH IRELAND? ASKED THE AN. I NEVER HEARD THE WORD MY LIFE—IT IS LLED A TUNDISH LOWER DMNDRA, SAID STEPHEN, LGHG, WHERE THEY SPEAK THE BT ENGLISH—A TUNDISH, SAID THE AN REFLECTIVELY. THAT IS A MOST TERTG WORD. I MT LOOK THAT WORD UP. UPON MY WORD I MTHIS URTY OF MANNER RANG A LTLE FALSE AND STEPHEN LOOKED AT THE ENGLISH NVERT WH THE SAME EY AS THE ELR BROTHER THE PARABLE MAY HAVE TURNED ON THE PRODIGAL. A HUMBLE FOLLOWER THE WAKE OF CLAMORO NVERSNS, A POOR ENGLISHMAN IRELAND, HE SEEMED TO HAVE ENTERED ON THE STAGE OF JU HISTORY WHEN THAT STRANGE PLAY OF TRIGUE AND SUFFERG AND ENVY AND STGGLE AND DIGNY HAD BEEN ALL BUT GIVEN THROUGH—A LATE-ER, A TARDY SPIR. FROM WHAT HAD HE SET OUT? PERHAPS HE HAD BEEN BORN AND BRED AMONG SER DISSENTERS, SEEG SALVATN J ONLY AND ABHORRG THE VA POMPS OF THE TABLISHMENT. HAD HE FELT THE NEED OF AN IMPLIC FAH AMID THE WELTER OF SECTARIANISM AND THE JARGON OF S TURBULENT SCHISMS, SIX PRCIPLE MEN, PECULIAR PEOPLE, SEED AND SNAKE BAPTISTS, SUPRALAPSARIAN DOGMATISTS? HAD HE FOUND THE TE CHURCH ALL OF A SUDN WDG UP TO THE END LIKE A REEL OF TTON SOME FE-SPUN LE OF REASONG UPON SUFFLATN ON THE IMPOSN OF HANDS OR THE PROCSN OF THE HOLY GHOST? OR HAD LORD CHRIST TOUCHED HIM AND BIDN HIM FOLLOW, LIKE THAT DISCIPLE WHO HAD SAT AT THE RECEIPT OF CTOM, AS HE SAT BY THE DOOR OF SOME ZC-ROOFED CHAPEL, YAWNG AND TELLG OVER HIS CHURCH PENCE?THE AN REPEATED THE WORD YET AGA—TUNDISH! WELL NOW, THAT IS TERTG!—THE QUTN YOU ASKED ME A MOMENT AGO SEEMS TO ME MORE TERTG. WHAT IS THAT BETY WHICH THE ARTIST STGGL TO EXPRS OM LUMPS OF EARTH, SAID STEPHEN LDLYTHE LTLE WORD SEEMED TO HAVE TURNED A RAPIER POT OF HIS SENSIVENS AGAST THIS URTEO AND VIGILANT FOE. HE FELT WH A SMART OF JECTN THAT THE MAN TO WHOM HE WAS SPEAKG WAS A UNTRYMAN OF BEN JONSON. HE THOUGHT:—THE LANGUAGE WHICH WE ARE SPEAKG IS HIS BEFORE IS ME. HOW DIFFERENT ARE THE WORDS HOME, CHRIST, ALE, MASTER, ON HIS LIPS AND ON ME! I NNOT SPEAK OR WRE THE WORDS WHOUT UNRT OF SPIR. HIS LANGUAGE, SO FAIAR AND SO FOREIGN, WILL ALWAYS BE FOR ME AN ACQUIRED SPEECH. I HAVE NOT MA OR ACCEPTED S WORDS. MY VOICE HOLDS THEM AT BAY. MY SOUL ETS THE SHADOW OF HIS LANGUAGE—AND TO DISTGUISH BETWEEN THE BETIFUL AND THE SUBLIME, THE AN ADD, TO DISTGUISH BETWEEN MORAL BETY AND MATERIAL BETY. AND TO QUIRE WHAT KD OF BETY IS PROPER TO EACH OF THE VAR ARTS. THE ARE SOME TERTG POTS WE MIGHT TAKE UPSTEPHEN, DISHEARTENED SUDNLY BY THE AN'S FIRM, DRY TONE, WAS SILENT; AND THROUGH THE SILENCE A DISTANT NOISE OF MANY BOOTS AND NFED VOIC ME UP THE STAIRSE—IN PURSUG THE SPECULATNS, SAID THE AN NCLIVELY, THERE IS, HOWEVER, THE DANGER OF PERISHG OF ANN. FIRST YOU MT TAKE YOUR GREE. SET THAT BEFORE YOU AS YOUR FIRST AIM. THEN, LTLE BY LTLE, YOU WILL SEE YOUR WAY. I MEAN EVERY SENSE, YOUR WAY LIFE AND THKG. IT MAY BE UPHILL PEDALLG AT FIRST. TAKE MR MOONAN. HE WAS A LONG TIME BEFORE HE GOT TO THE TOP. BUT HE GOT THERE—I MAY NOT HAVE HIS TALENT, SAID STEPHEN QUIETLY—YOU NEVER KNOW, SAID THE AN BRIGHTLY. WE NEVER N SAY WHAT IS . I MOST CERTALY SHOULD NOT BE SPONNT. PER ASPERA AD ASTRAHE LEFT THE HEARTH QUICKLY AND WENT TOWARDS THE LANDG TO OVERSEE THE ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST ARTS' CLASSLEANG AGAST THE FIREPLACE STEPHEN HEARD HIM GREET BRISKLY AND IMPARTIALLY EVERY STUNT OF THE CLASS AND ULD ALMOST SEE THE ANK S OF THE ARSER STUNTS. A SOLATG PY BEGAN TO FALL LIKE W UPON HIS EASILY EMBTERED HEART FOR THIS FAHFUL SERVG-MAN OF THE KNIGHTLY LOYOLA, FOR THIS HALF-BROTHER OF THE CLERGY, MORE VENAL THAN THEY SPEECH, MORE STEADFAST OF SOUL THAN THEY, ONE WHOM HE WOULD NEVER LL HIS GHOSTLY FATHER; AND HE THOUGHT HOW THIS MAN AND HIS PANNS HAD EARNED THE NAME OF WORLDLGS AT THE HANDS NOT OF THE UNWORLDLY ONLY BUT OF THE WORLDLY ALSO FOR HAVG PLEAD, DURG ALL THEIR HISTORY, AT THE BAR OF GOD'S JTICE FOR THE SOULS OF THE LAX AND THE LEWARM AND THE PNTTHE ENTRY OF THE PROFSOR WAS SIGNALLED BY A FEW ROUNDS OF KENTISH FIRE OM THE HEAVY BOOTS OF THOSE STUNTS WHO SAT ON THE HIGHT TIER OF THE GLOOMY THEATRE UNR THE GREY BWEBBED WDOWS. THE LLG OF THE ROLL BEGAN AND THE RPONS TO THE NAM WERE GIVEN OUT ALL TON UNTIL THE NAME OF PETER BYRNE WAS REACHED—HERE!A EP BASS NOTE RPONSE ME OM THE UPPER TIER, FOLLOWED BY UGHS OF PROTT ALONG THE OTHER BENCHTHE PROFSOR PSED HIS READG AND LLED THE NEXT NAME:—CRANLY!NO ANSWER—MR CRANLY!A SE FLEW ACROSS STEPHEN'S FACE AS HE THOUGHT OF HIS IEND'S STUDI—TRY LEOPARDSTOWN! SAID A VOICE OM THE BENCH BEHDSTEPHEN GLANCED UP QUICKLY BUT MOYNIHAN'S SNOUTISH FACE, OUTLED ON THE GREY LIGHT, WAS IMPASSIVE. A FORMULA WAS GIVEN OUT. AMID THE STLG OF THE NOTEBOOKS STEPHEN TURNED BACK AGA AND SAID:—GIVE ME SOME PAPER FOR GOD'S SAKE—ARE YOU AS BAD AS THAT? ASKED MOYNIHAN WH A BROAD GRHE TORE A SHEET OM HIS SCRIBBLER AND PASSED DOWN, WHISPERG:—IN SE OF NECSY ANY LAYMAN OR WOMAN N DO THE FORMULA WHICH HE WROTE OBEDIENTLY ON THE SHEET OF PAPER, THE ILG AND UNILG LCULATNS OF THE PROFSOR, THE SPECTRE-LIKE SYMBOLS OF FORCE AND VELOCY FASCATED AND JAD STEPHEN'S MD. HE HAD HEARD SOME SAY THAT THE OLD PROFSOR WAS AN ATHEIST EEMASON. O THE GREY DULL DAY! IT SEEMED A LIMBO OF PALS PATIENT NSCNS THROUGH WHICH SOULS OF MATHEMATICIANS MIGHT WANR, PROJECTG LONG SLENR FABRICS OM PLANE TO PLANE OF EVER RARER AND PALER TWILIGHT, RADIATG SWIFT EDDI TO THE LAST VERG OF A UNIVERSE EVER VASTER, FARTHER AND MORE IMPALPABLE—SO WE MT DISTGUISH BETWEEN ELLIPTIL AND ELLIPSOIDAL. PERHAPS SOME OF YOU GENTLEMEN MAY BE FAIAR WH THE WORKS OF MR W. S. GILBERT. IN ONE OF HIS SONGS HE SPEAKS OF THE BILLIARD SHARP WHO IS NMNED TO PLAY:ON A CLOTH UNTEWH A TWISTED CUEAND ELLIPTIL BILLIARD BALLS—HE MEANS A BALL HAVG THE FORM OF THE ELLIPSOID OF THE PRCIPAL AX OF WHICH I SPOKE A MOMENT AGOMOYNIHAN LEANED DOWN TOWARDS STEPHEN'S EAR AND MURMURED:—WHAT PRICE ELLIPSOIDAL BALLS! CHASE ME, LADI, I'M THE VALRY!HIS FELLOW STUNT'S HUMOUR RAN LIKE A GT THROUGH THE CLOISTER OF STEPHEN'S MD, SHAKG TO GAY LIFE LIMP PRITLY VTMENTS THAT HUNG UPON THE WALLS, SETTG THEM TO SWAY AND PER A SABBATH OF MISLE. THE FORMS OF THE MUNY EMERGED OM THE GT-BLOWN VTMENTS, THE AN OF STUDI, THE PORTLY FLORID BURSAR WH HIS P OF GREY HAIR, THE PRINT, THE LTLE PRIT WH FEATHERY HAIR WHO WROTE VOUT VERS, THE SQUAT PEASANT FORM OF THE PROFSOR OF ENOMICS, THE TALL FORM OF THE YOUNG PROFSOR OF MENTAL SCIENCE DISCSG ON THE LANDG A SE OF NSCIENCE WH HIS CLASS LIKE A GIRAFFE CROPPG HIGH LEAFAGE AMONG A HERD OF ANTELOP, THE GRAVE TROUBLED PREFECT OF THE SODALY, THE PLUMP ROUND-HEAD PROFSOR OF ITALIAN WH HIS ROGUE'S EY. THEY ME AMBLG AND STUMBLG, TUMBLG AND PERG, KILTG THEIR GOWNS FOR LEAP OG, HOLDG ONE ANOTHER BACK, SHAKEN WH EP FALSE LGHTER, SMACKG ONE ANOTHER BEHD AND LGHG AT THEIR MALICE, LLG TO ONE ANOTHER BY FAIAR NICKNAM, PROTTG WH SUDN DIGNY AT SOME ROUGH AGE, WHISPERG TWO AND TWO BEHD THEIR HANDSTHE PROFSOR HAD GONE TO THE GLASS S ON THE SI WALL, OM A SHELF OF WHICH HE TOOK DOWN A SET OF ILS, BLEW AWAY THE DT OM MANY POTS AND, BEARG REFULLY TO THE TABLE, HELD A FGER ON WHILE HE PROCEED WH HIS LECTURE. HE EXPLAED THAT THE WIR MORN ILS WERE OF A POUND LLED PLATOID LATELY DISVERED BY F. W. MARTOHE SPOKE CLEARLY THE IALS AND SURNAME OF THE DISVERER. MOYNIHAN WHISPERED OM BEHD:—GOOD OLD FRH WATER MART!—ASK HIM, STEPHEN WHISPERED BACK WH WEARY HUMOUR, IF HE WANTS A SUBJECT FOR ELECTROCUTN. HE N HAVE MEMOYNIHAN, SEEG THE PROFSOR BEND OVER THE ILS, ROSE HIS BENCH AND, CLACKG NOISELSLY THE FGERS OF HIS RIGHT HAND, BEGAN TO LL WH THE VOICE OF A SLOBBERG URCH—PLEASE TEACHER! THIS BOY IS AFTER SAYG A BAD WORD, TEACHER—PLATOID, THE PROFSOR SAID SOLEMNLY, IS PREFERRED TO GERMAN SILVER BEE HAS A LOWER EFFICIENT OF RISTANCE BY CHANG OF TEMPERATURE. THE PLATOID WIRE IS SULATED AND THE VERG OF SILK THAT SULAT IS WOUND ON THE EBONE BOBBS JT WHERE MY FGER IS. IF WERE WOUND SGLE AN EXTRA CURRENT WOULD BE DUCED THE ILS. THE BOBBS ARE SATURATED HOT PARAFF WAX...A SHARP ULSTER VOICE SAID OM THE BENCH BELOW STEPHEN:—ARE WE LIKELY TO BE ASKED QUTNS ON APPLIED SCIENCE?THE PROFSOR BEGAN TO JUGGLE GRAVELY WH THE TERMS PURE SCIENCE AND APPLIED SCIENCE. A HEAVY-BUILT STUNT, WEARG GOLD SPECTACL, STARED WH SOME WONR AT THE QUTNER. MOYNIHAN MURMURED OM BEHD HIS NATURAL VOICE:—ISN'T MACALISTER A VIL FOR HIS POUND OF FLH?STEPHEN LOOKED LDLY ON THE OBLONG SKULL BENEATH HIM OVERGROWN WH TANGLED TWE-LOURED HAIR. THE VOICE, THE ACCENT, THE MD OF THE QUTNER OFFEND HIM AND HE ALLOWED THE OFFENCE TO RRY HIM TOWARDS WILFUL UNKDNS, BIDDG HIS MD THK THAT THE STUNT'S FATHER WOULD HAVE DONE BETTER HAD HE SENT HIS SON TO BELFAST TO STUDY AND HAVE SAVED SOMETHG ON THE TRA FARE BY SO DOGTHE OBLONG SKULL BENEATH DID NOT TURN TO MEET THIS SHAFT OF THOUGHT AND YET THE SHAFT ME BACK TO S BOWSTRG; FOR HE SAW A MOMENT THE STUNT'S WHEY-PALE FACE—THAT THOUGHT IS NOT ME, HE SAID TO HIMSELF QUICKLY. IT ME OM THE IC IRISHMAN THE BENCH BEHD. PATIENCE. CAN YOU SAY WH CERTU BY WHOM THE SOUL OF YOUR RACE WAS BARTERED AND S ELECT BETRAYED—BY THE QUTNER OR BY THE MOCKER? PATIENCE. REMEMBER EPICTET. IT IS PROBABLY HIS CHARACTER TO ASK SUCH A QUTN AT SUCH A MOMENT SUCH A TONE AND TO PRONOUNCE THE WORD SCIENCE AS A MONOSYLLABLETHE DRONG VOICE OF THE PROFSOR NTUED TO WD SELF SLOWLY ROUND AND ROUND THE ILS SPOKE OF, DOUBLG, TREBLG, QUADPLG S SOMNOLENT ENERGY AS THE IL MULTIPLIED S OHMS OF RISTANCEMOYNIHAN'S VOICE LLED OM BEHD ECHO TO A DISTANT BELL:—CLOSG TIME, GENTS!THE ENTRANCE HALL WAS CROWD AND LOUD WH TALK. ON A TABLE NEAR THE DOOR WERE TWO PHOTOGRAPHS AM AND BETWEEN THEM A LONG ROLL OF PAPER BEARG AN IRREGULAR TAIL OF SIGNATUR. MACCANN WENT BRISKLY TO AND O AMONG THE STUNTS, TALKG RAPIDLY, ANSWERG REBUFFS AND LEADG ONE AFTER ANOTHER TO THE TABLE. IN THE NER HALL THE AN OF STUDI STOOD TALKG TO A YOUNG PROFSOR, STROKG HIS CH GRAVELY AND NODDG HIS HEADSTEPHEN, CHECKED BY THE CROWD AT THE DOOR, HALTED IRROLUTELY. FROM UNR THE WI FALLG LEAF OF A SOFT HAT CRANLY'S DARK EY WERE WATCHG HIM—HAVE YOU SIGNED? STEPHEN ASKEDCRANLY CLOSED HIS LONG TH-LIPPED MOUTH, MUNED WH HIMSELF AN STANT AND ANSWERED:—EGO HABEO—WHAT IS FOR?—QUOD?—WHAT IS FOR?CRANLY TURNED HIS PALE FACE TO STEPHEN AND SAID BLANDLY AND BTERLY:—PER PAX UNIVERSALISSTEPHEN POTED TO THE TSAR'S PHOTOGRAPH AND SAID:—HE HAS THE FACE OF A BOTTED CHRISTTHE SRN AND ANGER HIS VOICE BROUGHT CRANLY'S EY BACK OM A LM SURVEY OF THE WALLS OF THE HALL—ARE YOU ANNOYED? HE ASKED—NO, ANSWERED STEPHEN—ARE YOU BAD HUMOUR?—NO—CREDO UT VOS SANGUINARIUS MENDAX ESTIS, SAID CRANLY, QUIA FACIES VOSTRA MONSTRAT UT VOS IN DAMNO MALO HUMORE ESTISMOYNIHAN, ON HIS WAY TO THE TABLE, SAID STEPHEN'S EAR:—MACCANN IS TIPTOP FORM. READY TO SHED THE LAST DROP. BRAND NEW WORLD. NO STIMULANTS AND VOT FOR THE BCHSTEPHEN SED AT THE MANNER OF THIS NFINCE AND, WHEN MOYNIHAN HAD PASSED, TURNED AGA TO MEET CRANLY'S EY—PERHAPS YOU N TELL ME, HE SAID, WHY HE POURS HIS SOUL SO EELY TO MY EAR. CAN YOU?A DULL SWL APPEARED ON CRANLY'S FOREHEAD. HE STARED AT THE TABLE WHERE MOYNIHAN HAD BENT TO WRE HIS NAME ON THE ROLL, AND THEN SAID FLATLY:—A SUGAR!—QUIS EST IN MALO HUMORE, SAID STEPHEN, EGO AUT VOS?CRANLY DID NOT TAKE UP THE TNT. HE BROOD SOURLY ON HIS JUDGEMENT AND REPEATED WH THE SAME FLAT FORCE:—A FLAMG BLOODY SUGAR, THAT'S WHAT HE IS!IT WAS HIS EPAPH FOR ALL AD IENDSHIPS AND STEPHEN WONRED WHETHER WOULD EVER BE SPOKEN THE SAME TONE OVER HIS MEMORY. THE HEAVY LUMPISH PHRASE SANK SLOWLY OUT OF HEARG LIKE A STONE THROUGH A QUAGMIRE. STEPHEN SAW SK AS HE HAD SEEN MANY ANOTHER, FEELG S HEAVS PRS HIS HEART. CRANLY'S SPEECH, UNLIKE THAT OF DAV, HAD NEHER RARE PHRAS OF ELIZABETHAN ENGLISH NOR QUATLY TURNED VERSNS OF IRISH IDMS. ITS DRAWL WAS AN ECHO OF THE QUAYS OF DUBL GIVEN BACK BY A BLEAK YG SEAPORT, S ENERGY AN ECHO OF THE SACRED ELOQUENCE OF DUBL GIVEN BACK FLATLY BY A WICKLOW PULPTHE HEAVY SWL FAD OM CRANLY'S FACE AS MACCANN MARCHED BRISKLY TOWARDS THEM OM THE OTHER SI OF THE HALL—HERE YOU ARE! SAID MACCANN CHEERILY—HERE I AM! SAID STEPHEN—LATE AS UAL. CAN YOU NOT BE THE PROGRSIVE TENNCY WH A RPECT FOR PUNCTUALY?—THAT QUTN IS OUT OF ORR, SAID STEPHEN. NEXT BSHIS SG EY WERE FIXED ON A SILVER-WRAPPED TABLET OF K CHOLATE WHICH PEEPED OUT OF THE PROPAGANDIST'S BREAST-POCKET. A LTLE RG OF LISTENERS CLOSED ROUND TO HEAR THE WAR OF WS. A LEAN STUNT WH OLIVE SK AND LANK BLACK HAIR THST HIS FACE BETWEEN THE TWO, GLANCG OM ONE TO THE OTHER AT EACH PHRASE AND SEEMG TO TRY TO TCH EACH FLYG PHRASE HIS OPEN MOIST MOUTH. CRANLY TOOK A SMALL GREY HANDBALL OM HIS POCKET AND BEGAN TO EXAME CLOSELY, TURNG OVER AND OVER—NEXT BS? SAID MACCANN. HOM!HE GAVE A LOUD UGH OF LGHTER, SED BROADLY AND TUGGED TWICE AT THE STRAW-LOURED GOATEE WHICH HUNG OM HIS BLUNT CH—THE NEXT BS IS TO SIGN THE TTIMONIAL—WILL YOU PAY ME ANYTHG IF I SIGN? ASKED STEPHEN—I THOUGHT YOU WERE AN IALIST, SAID MACCANNTHE GIPSY-LIKE STUNT LOOKED ABOUT HIM AND ADDRSED THE ONLOOKERS AN DISTCT BLEATG VOICE—BY HELL, THAT'S A QUEER NOTN. I NSIR THAT NOTN TO BE A MERCENARY NOTNHIS VOICE FAD TO SILENCE. NO HEED WAS PAID TO HIS WORDS. HE TURNED HIS OLIVE FACE, EQUE EXPRSN, TOWARDS STEPHEN, VG HIM TO SPEAK AGAMACCANN BEGAN TO SPEAK WH FLUENT ENERGY OF THE TSAR'S RCRIPT, OF STEAD, OF GENERAL DISARMAMENT ARBRATN S OF TERNATNAL DISPUT, OF THE SIGNS OF THE TIM, OF THE NEW HUMANY AND THE NEW GOSPEL OF LIFE WHICH WOULD MAKE THE BS OF THE MUNY TO SECURE AS CHEAPLY AS POSSIBLE THE GREATT POSSIBLE HAPPS OF THE GREATT POSSIBLE NUMBERTHE GIPSY STUNT RPOND TO THE CLOSE OF THE PERD BY CRYG:—THREE CHEERS FOR UNIVERSAL BROTHERHOOD!—GO ON, TEMPLE, SAID A STOUT DDY STUNT NEAR HIM. I'LL STAND YOU A PT AFTER—I'M A BELIEVER UNIVERSAL BROTHERHOOD, SAID TEMPLE, GLANCG ABOUT HIM OUT OF HIS DARK OVAL EY. MARX IS ONLY A BLOODY DCRANLY GRIPPED HIS ARM TIGHTLY TO CHECK HIS TONGUE, SG UNEASILY, AND REPEATED:—EASY, EASY, EASY!TEMPLE STGGLED TO EE HIS ARM BUT NTUED, HIS MOUTH FLECKED BY A TH FOAM:—SOCIALISM WAS FOUND BY AN IRISHMAN AND THE FIRST MAN EUROPE WHO PREACHED THE EEDOM OF THOUGHT WAS COLLS. TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO. HE NOUNCED PRITCRAFT, THE PHILOSOPHER OF MIDDLEX. THREE CHEERS FOR JOHN ANTHONY COLLS!A TH VOICE OM THE VERGE OF THE RG REPLIED:—PIP! PIP!MOYNIHAN MURMURED BI STEPHEN'S EAR:—AND WHAT ABOUT JOHN ANTHONY'S POOR LTLE SISTER:LOTTIE COLLS LOST HER DRAWERS;WON'T YOU KDLY LEND HER YOURS?STEPHEN LGHED AND MOYNIHAN, PLEASED WH THE RULT, MURMURED AGA:—WE'LL HAVE FIVE BOB EACH WAY ON JOHN ANTHONY COLLS—I AM WAG FOR YOUR ANSWER, SAID MACCANN BRIEFLY—THE AFFAIR DON'T TERT ME THE LEAST, SAID STEPHEN WEARILY. YOU KNOW THAT WELL. WHY DO YOU MAKE A SCENE ABOUT ?—GOOD! SAID MACCANN, SMACKG HIS LIPS. YOU ARE A REACTNARY, THEN?—DO YOU THK YOU IMPRS ME, STEPHEN ASKED, WHEN YOU FLOURISH YOUR WOON SWORD?—METAPHORS! SAID MACCANN BLUNTLY. COME TO FACTSSTEPHEN BLHED AND TURNED ASI. MACCANN STOOD HIS GROUND AND SAID WH HOSTILE HUMOUR:—MOR POETS, I SUPPOSE, ARE ABOVE SUCH TRIVIAL QUTNS AS THE QUTN OF UNIVERSAL PEACECRANLY RAISED HIS HEAD AND HELD THE HANDBALL BETWEEN THE TWO STUNTS BY WAY OF A PEACE-OFFERG, SAYG:—PAX SUPER TOTUM SANGUINARIUM GLOBUMSTEPHEN, MOVG AWAY THE BYSTANRS, JERKED HIS SHOULR ANGRILY THE DIRECTN OF THE TSAR'S IMAGE, SAYG:—KEEP YOUR IN. IF WE MT HAVE A J LET HAVE A LEGIMATE J—BY HELL, THAT'S A GOOD ONE! SAID THE GIPSY STUNT TO THOSE ABOUT HIM, THAT'S A FE EXPRSN. I LIKE THAT EXPRSN IMMENSELYHE GULPED DOWN THE SPTLE HIS THROAT AS IF HE WERE GULPG DOWN THE PHRASE AND, FUMBLG AT THE PEAK OF HIS TWEED P, TURNED TO STEPHEN, SAYG:—EXCE ME, SIR, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT EXPRSN YOU UTTERED JT NOW?FEELG HIMSELF JOSTLED BY THE STUNTS NEAR HIM, HE SAID TO THEM:—I AM CUR TO KNOW NOW WHAT HE MEANT BY THAT EXPRSNHE TURNED AGA TO STEPHEN AND SAID A WHISPER:—DO YOU BELIEVE J? I BELIEVE MAN. OF URSE, I DON'T KNOW IF YOU BELIEVE MAN. I ADMIRE YOU, SIR. I ADMIRE THE MD OF MAN PENNT OF ALL RELIGNS. IS THAT YOUR OPN ABOUT THE MD OF J?—GO ON, TEMPLE, SAID THE STOUT DDY STUNT, RETURNG, AS WAS HIS WON'T, TO HIS FIRST IA, THAT PT IS WAG FOR YOU—HE THKS I'M AN IMBECILE, TEMPLE EXPLAED TO STEPHEN, BEE I'M A BELIEVER THE POWER OF MDCRANLY LKED HIS ARMS TO THOSE OF STEPHEN AND HIS ADMIRER AND SAID:—NOS AD MANUM BALLUM JOCABIMUSSTEPHEN, THE ACT OF BEG LED AWAY, UGHT SIGHT OF MACCANN'S FLHED BLUNT-FEATURED FACE—MY SIGNATURE IS OF NO ACUNT, HE SAID POLELY. YOU ARE RIGHT TO GO YOUR WAY. LEAVE ME TO GO ME—DEDAL, SAID MACCANN CRISPLY, I BELIEVE YOU'RE A GOOD FELLOW BUT YOU HAVE YET TO LEARN THE DIGNY OF ALTISM AND THE RPONSIBILY OF THE HUMAN DIVIDUALA VOICE SAID:—INTELLECTUAL CRANKERY IS BETTER OUT OF THIS MOVEMENT THAN STEPHEN, REGNIZG THE HARSH TONE OF MACALISTER'S VOICE DID NOT TURN THE DIRECTN OF THE VOICE. CRANLY PHED SOLEMNLY THROUGH THE THRONG OF STUNTS, LKG STEPHEN AND TEMPLE LIKE A CELEBRANT ATTEND BY HIS MISTERS ON HIS WAY TO THE ALTARTEMPLE BENT EAGERLY ACROSS CRANLY'S BREAST AND SAID:—DID YOU HEAR MACALISTER WHAT HE SAID? THAT YOUTH IS JEALO OF YOU. DID YOU SEE THAT? I BET CRANLY DIDN'T SEE THAT. BY HELL, I SAW THAT AT ONCEAS THEY CROSSED THE NER HALL, THE AN OF STUDI WAS THE ACT OF PG OM THE STUNT WH WHOM HE HAD BEEN NVERSG. HE STOOD AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRSE, A FOOT ON THE LOWT STEP, HIS THREADBARE SOUTANE GATHERED ABOUT HIM FOR THE ASCENT WH WOMANISH RE, NODDG HIS HEAD OFTEN AND REPEATG:—NOT A DOUBT OF , MR HACKETT! VERY FE! NOT A DOUBT OF !IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL THE PREFECT OF THE LLEGE SODALY WAS SPEAKG EARNTLY, A SOFT QUELO VOICE, WH A BOARR. AS HE SPOKE HE WRKLED A LTLE HIS ECKLED BROW AND B, BETWEEN HIS PHRAS, AT A TY BONE PENCIL—I HOPE THE MATRIC MEN WILL ALL E. THE FIRST ARTS' MEN ARE PRETTY SURE. SEND ARTS, TOO. WE MT MAKE SURE OF THE NEWERSTEMPLE BENT AGA ACROSS CRANLY, AS THEY WERE PASSG THROUGH THE DOORWAY, AND SAID A SWIFT WHISPER:—DO YOU KNOW THAT HE IS A MARRIED MAN? HE WAS A MARRIED MAN BEFORE THEY NVERTED HIM. HE HAS A WIFE AND CHILDREN SOMEWHERE. BY HELL, I THK THAT'S THE QUEERT NOTN I EVER HEARD! EH?HIS WHISPER TRAILED OFF TO SLY CKLG LGHTER. THE MOMENT THEY WERE THROUGH THE DOORWAY CRANLY SEIZED HIM LY BY THE NECK AND SHOOK HIM, SAYG:—YOU FLAMG FLOUNRG FOOL! I'LL TAKE MY DYG BIBLE THERE ISN'T A BIGGER BLOODY APE, DO YOU KNOW, THAN YOU THE WHOLE FLAMG BLOODY WORLD!TEMPLE WRIGGLED HIS GRIP, LGHG STILL WH SLY NTENT, WHILE CRANLY REPEATED FLATLY AT EVERY SHAKE:—A FLAMG FLARG BLOODY IDT!THEY CROSSED THE WEEDY GARN TOGETHER. THE PRINT, WRAPPED A HEAVY LOOSE CLOAK, WAS G TOWARDS THEM ALONG ONE OF THE WALKS, READG HIS OFFICE. AT THE END OF THE WALK HE HALTED BEFORE TURNG AND RAISED HIS EY. THE STUNTS SALUTED, TEMPLE FUMBLG AS BEFORE AT THE PEAK OF HIS P. THEY WALKED FORWARD SILENCE. AS THEY NEARED THE ALLEY STEPHEN ULD HEAR THE THUDS OF THE PLAYERS' HANDS AND THE WET SMACKS OF THE BALL AND DAV'S VOICE CRYG OUT EXCEDLY AT EACH STROKETHE THREE STUNTS HALTED ROUND THE BOX ON WHICH DAV SAT TO FOLLOW THE GAME. TEMPLE, AFTER A FEW MOMENTS, SIDLED ACROSS TO STEPHEN AND SAID:—EXCE ME, I WANTED TO ASK YOU, DO YOU BELIEVE THAT JEAN-JACQU ROSE WAS A SCERE MAN?STEPHEN LGHED OUTRIGHT. CRANLY, PICKG UP THE BROKEN STAVE OF A SK OM THE GRASS AT HIS FEET, TURNED SWIFTLY AND SAID STERNLY:—TEMPLE, I CLARE TO THE LIVG GOD IF YOU SAY ANOTHER WORD, DO YOU KNOW, TO ANYBODY ON ANY SUBJECT, I'LL KILL YOU SUPER SPOTTUM—HE WAS LIKE YOU, I FANCY, SAID STEPHEN, AN EMOTNAL MAN—BLAST HIM, CURSE HIM! SAID CRANLY BROADLY. DON'T TALK TO HIM AT ALL. SURE, YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE TALKG, DO YOU KNOW, TO A FLAMG CHAMBER-POT AS TALKG TO TEMPLE. GO HOME, TEMPLE. FOR GOD'S SAKE, GO HOME—I DON'T RE A DAMN ABOUT YOU, CRANLY, ANSWERED TEMPLE, MOVG OUT OF REACH OF THE UPLIFTED STAVE AND POTG AT STEPHEN. HE'S THE ONLY MAN I SEE THIS STUTN THAT HAS AN DIVIDUAL MD—INSTUTN! INDIVIDUAL! CRIED CRANLY. GO HOME, BLAST YOU, FOR YOU'RE A HOPELS BLOODY MAN—I'M AN EMOTNAL MAN, SAID TEMPLE. THAT'S QUE RIGHTLY EXPRSED. AND I'M PROUD THAT I'M AN EMOTNALISTHE SIDLED OUT OF THE ALLEY, SG SLYLY. CRANLY WATCHED HIM WH A BLANK EXPRSNLS FACE—LOOK AT HIM! HE SAID. DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A GO-BY-THE-WALL?HIS PHRASE WAS GREETED BY A STRANGE LGH OM A STUNT WHO LOUNGED AGAST THE WALL, HIS PEAKED P DOWN ON HIS EY. THE LGH, PCHED A HIGH KEY AND G OM A SO MCULAR AME, SEEMED LIKE THE WHNY OF AN ELEPHANT. THE STUNT'S BODY SHOOK ALL OVER AND, TO EASE HIS MIRTH, HE BBED BOTH HIS HANDS LIGHTEDLY OVER HIS GROS—LYNCH IS AWAKE, SAID CRANLYLYNCH, FOR ANSWER, STRAIGHTENED HIMSELF AND THST FORWARD HIS CHT—LYNCH PUTS OUT HIS CHT, SAID STEPHEN, AS A CRICISM OF LIFELYNCH SMOTE HIMSELF SONOROLY ON THE CHT AND SAID:—WHO HAS ANYTHG TO SAY ABOUT MY GIRTH?CRANLY TOOK HIM AT THE WORD AND THE TWO BEGAN TO TSLE. WHEN THEIR FAC HAD FLHED WH THE STGGLE THEY DREW APART, PANTG. STEPHEN BENT DOWN TOWARDS DAV WHO, TENT ON THE GAME, HAD PAID NO HEED TO THE TALK OF THE OTHERS—AND HOW IS MY LTLE TAME GOOSE? HE ASKED. DID HE SIGN, TOO?DAVID NODD AND SAID:—AND YOU, STEVIE?STEPHEN SHOOK HIS HEAD—YOU'RE A TERRIBLE MAN, STEVIE, SAID DAV, TAKG THE SHORT PIPE OM HIS MOUTH, ALWAYS ALONE—NOW THAT YOU HAVE SIGNED THE PETN FOR UNIVERSAL PEACE, SAID STEPHEN, I SUPPOSE YOU WILL BURN THAT LTLE PYBOOK I SAW YOUR ROOMAS DAV DID NOT ANSWER, STEPHEN BEGAN TO QUOTE:—LONG PACE, FIANNA! RIGHT CLE, FIANNA! FIANNA, BY NUMBERS, SALUTE, ONE, TWO!—THAT'S A DIFFERENT QUTN, SAID DAV. I'M AN IRISH NATNALIST, FIRST AND FOREMOST. BUT THAT'S YOU ALL OUT. YOU'RE A BORN SNEERER, STEVIE—WHEN YOU MAKE THE NEXT REBELLN WH HURLEYSTICKS, SAID STEPHEN, AND WANT THE DISPENSABLE RMER, TELL ME. I N FD YOU A FEW THIS LLEGE—I N'T UNRSTAND YOU, SAID DAV. ONE TIME I HEAR YOU TALK AGAST ENGLISH LERATURE. NOW YOU TALK AGAST THE IRISH RMERS. WHAT WH YOUR NAME AND YOUR IAS—ARE YOU IRISH AT ALL?—COME WH ME NOW TO THE OFFICE OF ARMS AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE TREE OF MY FAY, SAID STEPHEN—THEN BE ONE OF , SAID DAV. WHY DON'T YOU LEARN IRISH? WHY DID YOU DROP OUT OF THE LEAGUE CLASS AFTER THE FIRST LSON?—YOU KNOW ONE REASON WHY, ANSWERED STEPHENDAV TOSSED HIS HEAD AND LGHED—OH, E NOW, HE SAID. IS ON ACUNT OF THAT CERTA YOUNG LADY AND FATHER MORAN? BUT THAT'S ALL YOUR OWN MD, STEVIE. THEY WERE ONLY TALKG AND LGHGSTEPHEN PSED AND LAID A IENDLY HAND UPON DAV'S SHOULR—DO YOU REMEMBER, HE SAID, WHEN WE KNEW EACH OTHER FIRST? THE FIRST MORNG WE MET YOU ASKED ME TO SHOW YOU THE WAY TO THE MATRICULATN CLASS, PUTTG A VERY STRONG STRS ON THE FIRST SYLLABLE. YOU REMEMBER? THEN YOU ED TO ADDRS THE JUS AS FATHER, YOU REMEMBER? I ASK MYSELF ABOUT YOU: IS HE AS INNOCENT AS HIS SPEECH?—I'M A SIMPLE PERSON, SAID DAV. YOU KNOW THAT. WHEN YOU TOLD ME THAT NIGHT HARURT STREET THOSE THGS ABOUT YOUR PRIVATE LIFE, HONT TO GOD, STEVIE, I WAS NOT ABLE TO EAT MY DNER. I WAS QUE BAD. I WAS AWAKE A LONG TIME THAT NIGHT. WHY DID YOU TELL ME THOSE THGS?—THANKS, SAID STEPHEN. YOU MEAN I AM A MONSTER—NO, SAID DAV. BUT I WISH YOU HAD NOT TOLD MEA TI BEGAN TO SURGE BENEATH THE LM SURFACE OF STEPHEN'S IENDLS—THIS RACE AND THIS UNTRY AND THIS LIFE PRODUCED ME, HE SAID I SHALL EXPRS MYSELF AS I AM—TRY TO BE ONE OF , REPEATED DAV. IN HEART YOU ARE AN IRISH MAN BUT YOUR PRI IS TOO POWERFUL—MY ANCTORS THREW OFF THEIR LANGUAGE AND TOOK ANOTHER STEPHEN SAID. THEY ALLOWED A HANDFUL OF FOREIGNERS TO SUBJECT THEM. DO YOU FANCY I AM GOG TO PAY MY OWN LIFE AND PERSON BTS THEY MA? WHAT FOR?—FOR OUR EEDOM, SAID DAV—NO HONOURABLE AND SCERE MAN, SAID STEPHEN, HAS GIVEN UP TO YOU HIS LIFE AND HIS YOUTH AND HIS AFFECTNS OM THE DAYS OF TONE TO THOSE OF PARNELL, BUT YOU SOLD HIM TO THE ENEMY OR FAILED HIM NEED OR REVILED HIM AND LEFT HIM FOR ANOTHER. AND YOU VE ME TO BE ONE OF YOU. I'D SEE YOU DAMNED FIRST—THEY DIED FOR THEIR IALS, STEVIE, SAID DAV. OUR DAY WILL E YET, BELIEVE MESTEPHEN, FOLLOWG HIS OWN THOUGHT, WAS SILENT FOR AN STANT—THE SOUL IS BORN, HE SAID VAGUELY, FIRST THOSE MOMENTS I TOLD YOU OF. IT HAS A SLOW AND DARK BIRTH, MORE MYSTER THAN THE BIRTH OF THE BODY. WHEN THE SOUL OF A MAN IS BORN THIS UNTRY THERE ARE S FLUNG AT TO HOLD BACK OM FLIGHT. YOU TALK TO ME OF NATNALY, LANGUAGE, RELIGN. I SHALL TRY TO FLY BY THOSE SDAV KNOCKED THE ASH OM HIS PIPE—TOO EP FOR ME, STEVIE, HE SAID. BUT A MAN'S UNTRY FIRST. IRELAND FIRST, STEVIE. YOU N BE A POET OR A MYSTIC AFTER—DO YOU KNOW WHAT IRELAND IS? ASKED STEPHEN WH LD VLENCE. IRELAND IS THE OLD SOW THAT EATS HER FARROWDAV ROSE OM HIS BOX AND WENT TOWARDS THE PLAYERS, SHAKG HIS HEAD SADLY. BUT A MOMENT HIS SADNS LEFT HIM AND HE WAS HOTLY DISPUTG WH CRANLY AND THE TWO PLAYERS WHO HAD FISHED THEIR GAME. A MATCH OF FOUR WAS ARRANGED, CRANLY SISTG, HOWEVER, THAT HIS BALL SHOULD BE ED. HE LET REBOUND TWICE OR THRICE TO HIS HAND AND STCK STRONGLY AND SWIFTLY TOWARDS THE BASE OF THE ALLEY, EXCLAIMG ANSWER TO S THUD:—YOUR SOUL!STEPHEN STOOD WH LYNCH TILL THE SRE BEGAN TO RISE. THEN HE PLUCKED HIM BY THE SLEEVE TO E AWAY. LYNCH OBEYED, SAYG:—LET EKE GO, AS CRANLY HAS STEPHEN SED AT THIS SI-THSTTHEY PASSED BACK THROUGH THE GARN AND OUT THROUGH THE HALL WHERE THE DODRG PORTER WAS PNG UP A HALL NOTICE THE AME. AT THE FOOT OF THE STEPS THEY HALTED AND STEPHEN TOOK A PACKET OF CIGARETT OM HIS POCKET AND OFFERED TO HIS PANN—I KNOW YOU ARE POOR, HE SAID—DAMN YOUR YELLOW SOLENCE, ANSWERED LYNCHTHIS SEND PROOF OF LYNCH'S CULTURE MA STEPHEN SE AGA—IT WAS A GREAT DAY FOR EUROPEAN CULTURE, HE SAID, WHEN YOU MA UP YOUR MD TO SWEAR YELLOWTHEY L THEIR CIGARETT AND TURNED TO THE RIGHT. AFTER A PSE STEPHEN BEGAN:—ARISTOTLE HAS NOT FED PY AND TERROR. I HAVE. I SAY—LYNCH HALTED AND SAID BLUNTLY:—STOP! I WON'T LISTEN! I AM SICK. I WAS OUT LAST NIGHT ON A YELLOW DNK WH HORAN AND GOGGSSTEPHEN WENT ON:—PY IS THE FEELG WHICH ARRTS THE MD THE PRENCE OF WHATSOEVER IS GRAVE AND NSTANT HUMAN SUFFERGS AND UN WH THE HUMAN SUFFERER. TERROR IS THE FEELG WHICH ARRTS THE MD THE PRENCE OF WHATSOEVER IS GRAVE AND NSTANT HUMAN SUFFERGS AND UN WH THE SECRET E—REPEAT, SAID LYNCHSTEPHEN REPEATED THE FNS SLOWLY—A GIRL GOT TO A HANSOM A FEW DAYS AGO, HE WENT ON, LONDON. SHE WAS ON HER WAY TO MEET HER MOTHER WHOM SHE HAD NOT SEEN FOR MANY YEARS. AT THE RNER OF A STREET THE SHAFT OF A LORRY SHIVERED THE WDOW OF THE HANSOM THE SHAPE OF A STAR. A LONG FE NEEDLE OF THE SHIVERED GLASS PIERCED HER HEART. SHE DIED ON THE STANT. THE REPORTER LLED A TRAGIC ATH. IT IS NOT. IT IS REMOTE OM TERROR AND PY ACRDG TO THE TERMS OF MY FNS—THE TRAGIC EMOTN, FACT, IS A FACE LOOKG TWO WAYS, TOWARDS TERROR AND TOWARDS PY, BOTH OF WHICH ARE PHAS OF . YOU SEE I E THE WORD ARREST. I MEAN THAT THE TRAGIC EMOTN IS STATIC. OR RATHER THE DRAMATIC EMOTN IS. THE FEELGS EXCED BY IMPROPER ART ARE KETIC, SIRE OR LOATHG. DIRE URG TO POSSS, TO GO TO SOMETHG; LOATHG URG TO ABANDON, TO GO OM SOMETHG. THE ARTS WHICH EXCE THEM, PORNOGRAPHIL OR DIDACTIC, ARE THEREFORE IMPROPER ARTS. THE THETIC EMOTN (I ED THE GENERAL TERM) IS THEREFORE STATIC. THE MD IS ARRTED AND RAISED ABOVE SIRE AND LOATHG—YOU SAY THAT ART MT NOT EXCE SIRE, SAID LYNCH. I TOLD YOU THAT ONE DAY I WROTE MY NAME PENCIL ON THE BACKSI OF THE VEN OF PRAXEL THE MM. WAS THAT NOT SIRE?—I SPEAK OF NORMAL NATUR, SAID STEPHEN. YOU ALSO TOLD ME THAT WHEN YOU WERE A BOY THAT CHARMG RMELE SCHOOL YOU ATE PIEC OF DRIED WDUNGLYNCH BROKE AGA TO A WHNY OF LGHTER AND AGA BBED BOTH HIS HANDS OVER HIS GROS BUT WHOUT TAKG THEM OM HIS POCKETS—O, I DID! I DID! HE CRIEDSTEPHEN TURNED TOWARDS HIS PANN AND LOOKED AT HIM FOR A MOMENT BOLDLY THE EY. LYNCH, REVERG OM HIS LGHTER, ANSWERED HIS LOOK OM HIS HUMBLED EY. THE LONG SLENR FLATTENED SKULL BENEATH THE LONG POTED P BROUGHT BEFORE STEPHEN'S MD THE IMAGE OF A HOOD REPTILE. THE EY, TOO, WERE REPTILE-LIKE GLT AND GAZE. YET AT THAT STANT, HUMBLED AND ALERT THEIR LOOK, THEY WERE L BY ONE TY HUMAN POT, THE WDOW OF A SHRIVELLED SOUL, POIGNANT AND SELF-EMBTERED—AS FOR THAT, STEPHEN SAID POLE PARENTHIS, WE ARE ALL ANIMALS. I ALSO AM AN ANIMAL—YOU ARE, SAID LYNCH—BUT WE ARE JT NOW A MENTAL WORLD, STEPHEN NTUED. THE SIRE AND LOATHG EXCED BY IMPROPER THETIC MEANS ARE REALLY NOT THETIC EMOTNS NOT ONLY BEE THEY ARE KETIC CHARACTER BUT ALSO BEE THEY ARE NOT MORE THAN PHYSIL. OUR FLH SHRKS OM WHAT DREADS AND RPONDS TO THE STIMUL OF WHAT SIR BY A PURELY REFLEX ACTN OF THE NERVO SYSTEM. OUR EYELID CLOS BEFORE WE ARE AWARE THAT THE FLY IS ABOUT TO ENTER OUR EYE—NOT ALWAYS, SAID LYNCH CRILLY—IN THE SAME WAY, SAID STEPHEN, YOUR FLH RPOND TO THE STIMUL OF A NAKED STATUE, BUT WAS, I SAY, SIMPLY A REFLEX ACTN OF THE NERV. BETY EXPRSED BY THE ARTIST NNOT AWAKEN AN EMOTN WHICH IS KETIC OR A SENSATN WHICH IS PURELY PHYSIL. IT AWAKENS, OR OUGHT TO AWAKEN, OR DUC, OR OUGHT TO DUCE, AN THETIC STASIS, AN IAL PY OR AN IAL TERROR, A STASIS LLED FORTH, PROLONGED, AND AT LAST DISSOLVED BY WHAT I LL THE RHYTHM OF BETY—WHAT IS THAT EXACTLY? ASKED LYNCH—RHYTHM, SAID STEPHEN, IS THE FIRST FORMAL THETIC RELATN OF PART TO PART ANY THETIC WHOLE OR OF AN THETIC WHOLE TO S PART OR PARTS OR OF ANY PART TO THE THETIC WHOLE OF WHICH IS A PART—IF THAT IS RHYTHM, SAID LYNCH, LET ME HEAR WHAT YOU LL BETY; AND, PLEASE REMEMBER, THOUGH I DID EAT A KE OF WDUNG ONCE, THAT I ADMIRE ONLY BETYSTEPHEN RAISED HIS P AS IF GREETG. THEN, BLHG SLIGHTLY, HE LAID HIS HAND ON LYNCH'S THICK TWEED SLEEVE—WE ARE RIGHT, HE SAID, AND THE OTHERS ARE WRONG. TO SPEAK OF THE THGS AND TO TRY TO UNRSTAND THEIR NATURE AND, HAVG UNRSTOOD , TO TRY SLOWLY AND HUMBLY AND NSTANTLY TO EXPRS, TO PRS OUT AGA, OM THE GROSS EARTH OR WHAT BRGS FORTH, OM SOUND AND SHAPE AND LOUR WHICH ARE THE PRISON GAT OF OUR SOUL, AN IMAGE OF THE BETY WE HAVE E TO UNRSTAND—THAT IS ARTTHEY HAD REACHED THE NAL BRIDGE AND, TURNG OM THEIR URSE, WENT ON BY THE TRE. A C GREY LIGHT, MIRRORED THE SLUGGISH WATER AND A SMELL OF WET BRANCH OVER THEIR HEADS SEEMED TO WAR AGAST THE URSE OF STEPHEN'S THOUGHT—BUT YOU HAVE NOT ANSWERED MY QUTN, SAID LYNCH. WHAT IS ART? WHAT IS THE BETY EXPRS?—THAT WAS THE FIRST FN I GAVE YOU, YOU SLEEPY-HEAD WRETCH, SAID STEPHEN, WHEN I BEGAN TO TRY TO THK OUT THE MATTER FOR MYSELF. DO YOU REMEMBER THE NIGHT? CRANLY LOST HIS TEMPER AND BEGAN TO TALK ABOUT WICKLOW BAN—I REMEMBER, SAID LYNCH. HE TOLD ABOUT THEM FLAMG FAT VILS OF PIGS—ART, SAID STEPHEN, IS THE HUMAN DISPOSN OF SENSIBLE OR TELLIGIBLE MATTER FOR AN THETIC END. YOU REMEMBER THE PIGS AND FET THAT. YOU ARE A DISTRSG PAIR, YOU AND CRANLYLYNCH MA A GRIMACE AT THE RAW GREY SKY AND SAID:—IF I AM TO LISTEN TO YOUR THETIC PHILOSOPHY GIVE ME AT LEAST ANOTHER CIGARETTE. I DON'T RE ABOUT . I DON'T EVEN RE ABOUT WOMEN. DAMN YOU AND DAMN EVERYTHG. I WANT A JOB OF FIVE HUNDRED A YEAR. YOU N'T GET ME ONESTEPHEN HAND HIM THE PACKET OF CIGARETT. LYNCH TOOK THE LAST ONE THAT REMAED, SAYG SIMPLY:—PROCEED!—AQUAS, SAID STEPHEN, SAYS THAT IS BETIFUL THE APPREHENSN OF WHICH PLEASLYNCH NODD—I REMEMBER THAT, HE SAID, PULCRA SUNT QUAE VISA PLACENT—HE THE WORD VISA, SAID STEPHEN, TO VER THETIC APPREHENSNS OF ALL KDS, WHETHER THROUGH SIGHT OR HEARG OR THROUGH ANY OTHER AVENUE OF APPREHENSN. THIS WORD, THOUGH IS VAGUE, IS CLEAR ENOUGH TO KEEP AWAY GOOD AND EVIL WHICH EXCE SIRE AND LOATHG. IT MEANS CERTALY A STASIS AND NOT A KIS. HOW ABOUT THE TE? IT PRODUC ALSO A STASIS OF THE MD. YOU WOULD NOT WRE YOUR NAME PENCIL ACROSS THE HYPOTENE OF A RIGHT-ANGLED TRIANGLE—NO, SAID LYNCH, GIVE ME THE HYPOTENE OF THE VEN OF PRAXEL—STATIC THEREFORE, SAID STEPHEN. PLATO, I BELIEVE, SAID THAT BETY IS THE SPLENDOUR OF TTH. I DON'T THK THAT HAS A MEANG, BUT THE TE AND THE BETIFUL ARE AK. TTH IS BEHELD BY THE TELLECT WHICH IS APPEASED BY THE MOST SATISFYG RELATNS OF THE TELLIGIBLE; BETY IS BEHELD BY THE IMAGATN WHICH IS APPEASED BY THE MOST SATISFYG RELATNS OF THE SENSIBLE. THE FIRST STEP THE DIRECTN OF TTH IS TO UNRSTAND THE AME AND SPE OF THE TELLECT SELF, TO PREHEND THE ACT SELF OF TELLECTN. ARISTOTLE'S ENTIRE SYSTEM OF PHILOSOPHY RTS UPON HIS BOOK OF PSYCHOLOGY AND THAT, I THK, RTS ON HIS STATEMENT THAT THE SAME ATTRIBUTE NNOT AT THE SAME TIME AND THE SAME NNEXN BELONG TO AND NOT BELONG TO THE SAME SUBJECT. THE FIRST STEP THE DIRECTN OF BETY IS TO UNRSTAND THE AME AND SPE OF THE IMAGATN, TO PREHEND THE ACT SELF OF THETIC APPREHENSN. IS THAT CLEAR?—BUT WHAT IS BETY? ASKED LYNCH IMPATIENTLY. OUT WH ANOTHER FN. SOMETHG WE SEE AND LIKE! IS THAT THE BT YOU AND AQUAS N DO?—LET TAKE WOMAN, SAID STEPHEN—LET TAKE HER! SAID LYNCH FERVENTLY—THE GREEK, THE TURK, THE CHE, THE COPT, THE HOTTENTOT, SAID STEPHEN, ALL ADMIRE A DIFFERENT TYPE OF FEMALE BETY. THAT SEEMS TO BE A MAZE OUT OF WHICH WE NNOT PE. I SEE, HOWEVER, TWO WAYS OUT. ONE IS THIS HYPOTHIS: THAT EVERY PHYSIL QUALY ADMIRED BY MEN WOMEN IS DIRECT NNEXN WH THE MANIFOLD FUNCTNS OF WOMEN FOR THE PROPAGATN OF THE SPECI. IT MAY BE SO. THE WORLD, SEEMS, IS DREARIER THAN EVEN YOU, LYNCH, IMAGED. FOR MY PART I DISLIKE THAT WAY OUT. IT LEADS TO GENICS RATHER THAN TO THETIC. IT LEADS YOU OUT OF THE MAZE TO A NEW GDY LECTURE-ROOM WHERE MACCANN, WH ONE HAND ON THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES AND THE OTHER HAND ON THE NEW TTAMENT, TELLS YOU THAT YOU ADMIRED THE GREAT FLANKS OF VEN BEE YOU FELT THAT SHE WOULD BEAR YOU BURLY OFFSPRG AND ADMIRED HER GREAT BREASTS BEE YOU FELT THAT SHE WOULD GIVE GOOD K TO HER CHILDREN AND YOURS—THEN MACCANN IS A SULPHUR-YELLOW LIAR, SAID LYNCH ENERGETILLY—THERE REMAS ANOTHER WAY OUT, SAID STEPHEN, LGHG—TO W? SAID LYNCH—THIS HYPOTHIS, STEPHEN BEGANA LONG DRAY LAN WH OLD IRON ME ROUND THE RNER OF SIR PATRICK DUN'S HOSPAL VERG THE END OF STEPHEN'S SPEECH WH THE HARSH ROAR OF JANGLED AND RATTLG METAL. LYNCH CLOSED HIS EARS AND GAVE OUT OATH AFTER OATH TILL THE DRAY HAD PASSED. THEN HE TURNED ON HIS HEEL LY. STEPHEN TURNED ALSO AND WAED FOR A FEW MOMENTS TILL HIS PANN'S ILL-HUMOUR HAD HAD S VENT—THIS HYPOTHIS, STEPHEN REPEATED, IS THE OTHER WAY OUT: THAT, THOUGH THE SAME OBJECT MAY NOT SEEM BETIFUL TO ALL PEOPLE, ALL PEOPLE WHO ADMIRE A BETIFUL OBJECT FD CERTA RELATNS WHICH SATISFY AND CI WH THE STAG THEMSELV OF ALL THETIC APPREHENSN. THE RELATNS OF THE SENSIBLE, VISIBLE TO YOU THROUGH ONE FORM AND TO ME THROUGH ANOTHER, MT BE THEREFORE THE NECSARY QUALI OF BETY. NOW, WE N RETURN TO OUR OLD IEND SAT THOMAS FOR ANOTHER PENNYWORTH OF WISDOMLYNCH LGHED—IT AM ME VASTLY, HE SAID, TO HEAR YOU QUOTG HIM TIME AFTER TIME LIKE A JOLLY ROUND IAR. ARE YOU LGHG YOUR SLEEVE?—MACALISTER, ANSWERED STEPHEN, WOULD LL MY THETIC THEORY APPLIED AQUAS. SO FAR AS THIS SI OF THETIC PHILOSOPHY EXTENDS, AQUAS WILL RRY ME ALL ALONG THE LE. WHEN WE E TO THE PHENOMENA OF ARTISTIC NCEPTN, ARTISTIC GTATN, AND ARTISTIC REPRODUCTN I REQUIRE A NEW TERMOLOGY AND A NEW PERSONAL EXPERIENCE—OF URSE, SAID LYNCH. AFTER ALL AQUAS, SPE OF HIS TELLECT, WAS EXACTLY A GOOD ROUND IAR. BUT YOU WILL TELL ME ABOUT THE NEW PERSONAL EXPERIENCE AND NEW TERMOLOGY SOME OTHER DAY. HURRY UP AND FISH THE FIRST PART—WHO KNOWS? SAID STEPHEN, SG. PERHAPS AQUAS WOULD UNRSTAND ME BETTER THAN YOU. HE WAS A POET HIMSELF. HE WROTE A HYMN FOR MNDY THURSDAY. IT BEGS WH THE WORDS PANGE LINGUA GLORIOSI. THEY SAY IS THE HIGHT GLORY OF THE HYMNAL. IT IS AN TRITE AND SOOTHG HYMN. I LIKE ; BUT THERE IS NO HYMN THAT N BE PUT BI THAT MOURNFUL AND MAJTIC PROCSNAL SONG, THE VEXILLA REGIS OF VENANTI FORTUNATLYNCH BEGAN TO SG SOFTLY AND SOLEMNLY A EP BASS VOICE:IMPLETA SUNT QUAE CONCINITDAVID FIDELI CARMINEDICENDO NATIONIBUSREGNAVIT A LIGNO DEUS—THAT'S GREAT! HE SAID, WELL PLEASED. GREAT MIC!THEY TURNED TO LOWER MOUNT STREET. A FEW STEPS OM THE RNER A FAT YOUNG MAN, WEARG A SILK NECKCLOTH, SALUTED THEM AND STOPPED—DID YOU HEAR THE RULTS OF THE EXAMS? HE ASKED. GRIFF WAS PLUCKED. HALP AND O'FLYNN ARE THROUGH THE HOME CIVIL. MOONAN GOT FIFTH PLACE THE INDIAN. O'SHGHNSY GOT FOURTEENTH. THE IRISH FELLOWS CLARK'S GAVE THEM A FEED LAST NIGHT. THEY ALL ATE CURRYHIS PALLID BLOATED FACE EXPRSED BENEVOLENT MALICE AND, AS HE HAD ADVANCED THROUGH HIS TIDGS OF SUCCS, HIS SMALL FAT-ENCIRCLED EY VANISHED OUT OF SIGHT AND HIS WEAK WHEEZG VOICE OUT OF HEARGIN REPLY TO A QUTN OF STEPHEN'S HIS EY AND HIS VOICE ME FORTH AGA OM THEIR LURKG-PLAC—Y, MACCULLAGH AND I, HE SAID. HE'S TAKG PURE MATHEMATICS AND I'M TAKG NSTUTNAL HISTORY. THERE ARE TWENTY SUBJECTS. I'M TAKG BOTANY TOO. YOU KNOW I'M A MEMBER OF THE FIELD CLUBHE DREW BACK OM THE OTHER TWO A STATELY FASHN AND PLACED A PLUMP WOOLLEN-GLOVED HAND ON HIS BREAST OM WHICH MUTTERED WHEEZG LGHTER AT ONCE BROKE FORTH—BRG A FEW TURNIPS AND ONNS THE NEXT TIME YOU GO OUT, SAID STEPHEN DRILY, TO MAKE A STEWTHE FAT STUNT LGHED DULGENTLY AND SAID:—WE ARE ALL HIGHLY RPECTABLE PEOPLE THE FIELD CLUB. LAST SATURDAY WE WENT OUT TO GLENMALURE, SEVEN OF —WH WOMEN, DONOVAN? SAID LYNCHDONOVAN AGA LAID HIS HAND ON HIS CHT AND SAID:—OUR END IS THE ACQUISN OF KNOWLEDGE. THEN HE SAID QUICKLY:—I HEAR YOU ARE WRG SOME SAYS ABOUT THETICSSTEPHEN MA A VAGUE GTURE OF NIAL—GOETHE AND LSG, SAID DONOVAN, HAVE WRTEN A LOT ON THAT SUBJECT, THE CLASSIL SCHOOL AND THE ROMANTIC SCHOOL AND ALL THAT. THE LAOON TERTED ME VERY MUCH WHEN I READ . OF URSE IS IALISTIC, GERMAN, ULTRA-PROFOUNDNEHER OF THE OTHERS SPOKE. DONOVAN TOOK LEAVE OF THEM URBANELY—I MT GO, HE SAID SOFTLY AND BENEVOLENTLY, I HAVE A STRONG SPICN, AMOUNTG ALMOST TO A NVICTN, THAT MY SISTER TEND TO MAKE PANK TODAY FOR THE DNER OF THE DONOVAN FAY—GOODBYE, STEPHEN SAID HIS WAKE. DON'T FET THE TURNIPS FOR ME AND MY MATELYNCH GAZED AFTER HIM, HIS LIP CURLG SLOW SRN TILL HIS FACE REMBLED A VIL'S MASK:—TO THK THAT THAT YELLOW PANKE-EATG EXCREMENT N GET A GOOD JOB, HE SAID AT LENGTH, AND I HAVE TO SMOKE CHEAP CIGARETT!THEY TURNED THEIR FAC TOWARDS MERRN SQUARE AND WENT FOR A LTLE SILENCE—TO FISH WHAT I WAS SAYG ABOUT BETY, SAID STEPHEN, THE MOST SATISFYG RELATNS OF THE SENSIBLE MT THEREFORE RRPOND TO THE NECSARY PHAS OF ARTISTIC APPREHENSN. FD THE AND YOU FD THE QUALI OF UNIVERSAL BETY. AQUAS SAYS: AD PULCRITUDINEM TRIA REQUIRUNTUR INTEGRITAS, CONSONANTIA, CLARITAS. I TRANSLATE SO: THREE THINGS ARE NEEDED FOR BEAUTY, WHOLENESS, HARMONY, AND RADIANCE. DO THE RRPOND TO THE PHAS OF APPREHENSN? ARE YOU FOLLOWG?—OF URSE, I AM, SAID LYNCH. IF YOU THK I HAVE AN EXCREMENT TELLIGENCE N AFTER DONOVAN AND ASK HIM TO LISTEN TO YOUSTEPHEN POTED TO A BASKET WHICH A BUTCHER'S BOY HAD SLUNG VERTED ON HIS HEAD—LOOK AT THAT BASKET, HE SAID—I SEE , SAID LYNCH—IN ORR TO SEE THAT BASKET, SAID STEPHEN, YOUR MD FIRST OF ALL SEPARAT THE BASKET OM THE RT OF THE VISIBLE UNIVERSE WHICH IS NOT THE BASKET. THE FIRST PHASE OF APPREHENSN IS A BOUNDG LE DRAWN ABOUT THE OBJECT TO BE APPREHEND. AN THETIC IMAGE IS PRENTED TO EHER SPACE OR TIMEWHAT IS DIBLE IS PRENTED TIME, WHAT IS VISIBLE IS PRENTED SPACE. BUT, TEMPORAL OR SPATIAL, THE THETIC IMAGE IS FIRST LUMOLY APPREHEND AS SELFBOUND AND SELFNTAED UPON THE IMMEASURABLE BACKGROUND OF SPACE OR TIME WHICH IS NOT . YOU APPREHEND AS ONE THG. YOU SEE AS ONE WHOLE. YOU APPREHEND S WHOLENS. THAT IS INTEGRITAS—BULL'S EYE! SAID LYNCH, LGHG. GO ON—THEN, SAID STEPHEN, YOU PASS OM POT TO POT, LED BY S FORMAL L; YOU APPREHEND AS BALANCED PART AGAST PART WH S LIMS; YOU FEEL THE RHYTHM OF S STCTURE. IN OTHER WORDS, THE SYNTHIS OF IMMEDIATE PERCEPTN IS FOLLOWED BY THE ANALYSIS OF APPREHENSN. HAVG FIRST FELT THAT IS ONE THG YOU FEEL NOW THAT IS A THING. YOU APPREHEND AS PLEX, MULTIPLE, DIVISIBLE, SEPARABLE, MA UP OF S PARTS, THE RULT OF S PARTS AND THEIR SUM, HARMON. THAT IS CONSONANTIA—BULL'S EYE AGA! SAID LYNCH WTILY. TELL ME NOW WHAT IS CLARITAS AND YOU W THE CIGAR—THE NNOTATN OF THE WORD, STEPHEN SAID, IS RATHER VAGUE. AQUAS A TERM WHICH SEEMS TO BE EXACT. IT BAFFLED ME FOR A LONG TIME. IT WOULD LEAD YOU TO BELIEVE THAT HE HAD MD SYMBOLISM OR IALISM, THE SUPREME QUALY OF BETY BEG A LIGHT OM SOME OTHER WORLD, THE IA OF WHICH THE MATTER IS BUT THE SHADOW, THE REALY OF WHICH IS BUT THE SYMBOL. I THOUGHT HE MIGHT MEAN THAT CLARITAS IS THE ARTISTIC DISVERY AND REPRENTATN OF THE DIVE PURPOSE ANYTHG OR A FORCE OF GENERALIZATN WHICH WOULD MAKE THE THETIC IMAGE A UNIVERSAL ONE, MAKE OUTSHE S PROPER NDNS. BUT THAT IS LERARY TALK. I UNRSTAND SO. WHEN YOU HAVE APPREHEND THAT BASKET AS ONE THG AND HAVE THEN ANALYSED ACRDG TO S FORM AND APPREHEND AS A THG YOU MAKE THE ONLY SYNTHIS WHICH IS LOGILLY AND THETILLY PERMISSIBLE. YOU SEE THAT IS THAT THG WHICH IS AND NO OTHER THG. THE RADIANCE OF WHICH HE SPEAKS THE SCHOLASTIC QUIDDITAS, THE WHATNESS OF A THG. THIS SUPREME QUALY IS FELT BY THE ARTIST WHEN THE THETIC IMAGE IS FIRST NCEIVED HIS IMAGATN. THE MD THAT MYSTER STANT SHELLEY LIKENED BETIFULLY TO A FADG AL. THE STANT WHERE THAT SUPREME QUALY OF BETY, THE CLEAR RADIANCE OF THE THETIC IMAGE, IS APPREHEND LUMOLY BY THE MD WHICH HAS BEEN ARRTED BY S WHOLENS AND FASCATED BY S HARMONY IS THE LUMO SILENT STASIS OF THETIC PLEASURE, A SPIRUAL STATE VERY LIKE TO THAT RDIAC NDN WHICH THE ITALIAN PHYSLOGIST LUIGI GALVANI, G A PHRASE ALMOST AS BETIFUL AS SHELLEY'S, LLED THE ENCHANTMENT OF THE HEARTSTEPHEN PSED AND, THOUGH HIS PANN DID NOT SPEAK, FELT THAT HIS WORDS HAD LLED UP AROUND THEM A THOUGHT-ENCHANTED SILENCE—WHAT I HAVE SAID, HE BEGAN AGA, REFERS TO BETY THE WIR SENSE OF THE WORD, THE SENSE WHICH THE WORD HAS THE LERARY TRADN. IN THE MARKETPLACE HAS ANOTHER SENSE. WHEN WE SPEAK OF BETY THE SEND SENSE OF THE TERM OUR JUDGEMENT IS FLUENCED THE FIRST PLACE BY THE ART SELF AND BY THE FORM OF THAT ART. THE IMAGE, IS CLEAR, MT BE SET BETWEEN THE MD OR SENS OF THE ARTIST HIMSELF AND THE MD OR SENS OF OTHERS. IF YOU BEAR THIS MEMORY YOU WILL SEE THAT ART NECSARILY DIVIS SELF TO THREE FORMS PROGRSG OM ONE TO THE NEXT. THE FORMS ARE: THE LYRIL FORM, THE FORM WHERE THE ARTIST PRENTS HIS IMAGE IMMEDIATE RELATN TO HIMSELF; THE EPIL FORM, THE FORM WHERE HE PRENTS HIS IMAGE MEDIATE RELATN TO HIMSELF AND TO OTHERS; THE DRAMATIC FORM, THE FORM WHERE HE PRENTS HIS IMAGE IMMEDIATE RELATN TO OTHERS—THAT YOU TOLD ME A FEW NIGHTS AGO, SAID LYNCH, AND WE BEGAN THE FAMO DISCSN—I HAVE A BOOK AT HOME, SAID STEPHEN, WHICH I HAVE WRTEN DOWN QUTNS WHICH ARE MORE AMG THAN YOURS WERE. IN FDG THE ANSWERS TO THEM I FOUND THE THEORY OF THETIC WHICH I AM TRYG TO EXPLA. HERE ARE SOME QUTNS I SET MYSELF: IS A CHAIR FINELY MADE TRAGIC OR COMIC? IS THE PORTRAIT OF MONA LISA GOOD IF I DESIRE TO SEE IT? IF NOT, WHY NOT?—WHY NOT, ED? SAID LYNCH, LGHG—IF A MAN HACKING IN FURY AT A BLOCK OF WOOD, STEPHEN NTUED, MAKE THERE AN IMAGE OF A COW, IS THAT IMAGE A WORK OF ART? IF NOT, WHY NOT?—THAT'S A LOVELY ONE, SAID LYNCH, LGHG AGA. THAT HAS THE TE SCHOLASTIC STK—LSG, SAID STEPHEN, SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN A GROUP OF STATU TO WRE OF. THE ART, BEG FERR, DO NOT PRENT THE FORMS I SPOKE OF DISTGUISHED CLEARLY ONE OM ANOTHER. EVEN LERATURE, THE HIGHT AND MOST SPIRUAL ART, THE FORMS ARE OFTEN NFED. THE LYRIL FORM IS FACT THE SIMPLT VERBAL VTURE OF AN STANT OF EMOTN, A RHYTHMIL CRY SUCH AS AG AGO CHEERED ON THE MAN WHO PULLED AT THE OAR OR DRAGGED STON UP A SLOPE. HE WHO UTTERS IS MORE NSC OF THE STANT OF EMOTN THAN OF HIMSELF AS FEELG EMOTN. THE SIMPLT EPIL FORM IS SEEN EMERGG OUT OF LYRIL LERATURE WHEN THE ARTIST PROLONGS AND BROODS UPON HIMSELF AS THE CENTRE OF AN EPIL EVENT AND THIS FORM PROGRS TILL THE CENTRE OF EMOTNAL GRAVY IS EQUIDISTANT OM THE ARTIST HIMSELF AND OM OTHERS. THE NARRATIVE IS NO LONGER PURELY PERSONAL. THE PERSONALY OF THE ARTIST PASS TO THE NARRATN SELF, FLOWG ROUND AND ROUND THE PERSONS AND THE ACTN LIKE A VAL SEA. THIS PROGRS YOU WILL SEE EASILY THAT OLD ENGLISH BALLAD TURPIN HERO WHICH BEGS THE FIRST PERSON AND ENDS THE THIRD PERSON. THE DRAMATIC FORM IS REACHED WHEN THE VALY WHICH HAS FLOWED AND EDDIED ROUND EACH PERSON FILLS EVERY PERSON WH SUCH VAL FORCE THAT HE OR SHE ASSUM A PROPER AND TANGIBLE THETIC LIFE. THE PERSONALY OF THE ARTIST, AT FIRST A CRY OR A NCE OR A MOOD AND THEN A FLUID AND LAMBENT NARRATIVE, FALLY REF SELF OUT OF EXISTENCE, IMPERSONALIZ SELF, SO TO SPEAK. THE THETIC IMAGE THE DRAMATIC FORM IS LIFE PURIFIED AND REPROJECTED OM THE HUMAN IMAGATN. THE MYSTERY OF THETIC, LIKE THAT OF MATERIAL CREATN, IS ACPLISHED. THE ARTIST, LIKE THE GOD OF CREATN, REMAS WH OR BEHD OR BEYOND OR ABOVE HIS HANDIWORK, VISIBLE, REFED OUT OF EXISTENCE, DIFFERENT, PARG HIS FGERNAILS—TRYG TO REFE THEM ALSO OUT OF EXISTENCE, SAID LYNCHA FE RA BEGAN TO FALL OM THE HIGH VEILED SKY AND THEY TURNED TO THE DE'S LAWN TO REACH THE NATNAL LIBRARY BEFORE THE SHOWER ME—WHAT DO YOU MEAN, LYNCH ASKED SURLILY, BY PRATG ABOUT BETY AND THE IMAGATN THIS MISERABLE GODFORSAKEN ISLAND? NO WONR THE ARTIST RETIRED WH OR BEHD HIS HANDIWORK AFTER HAVG PERPETRATED THIS UNTRYTHE RA FELL FASTER. WHEN THEY PASSED THROUGH THE PASSAGE BI KILDARE HOE THEY FOUND MANY STUNTS SHELTERG UNR THE AR OF THE LIBRARY. CRANLY, LEANG AGAST A PILLAR, WAS PICKG HIS TEETH WH A SHARPENED MATCH, LISTENG TO SOME PANNS. SOME GIRLS STOOD NEAR THE ENTRANCE DOOR. LYNCH WHISPERED TO STEPHEN:—YOUR BELOVED IS HERESTEPHEN TOOK HIS PLACE SILENTLY ON THE STEP BELOW THE GROUP OF STUNTS, HEEDLS OF THE RA WHICH FELL FAST, TURNG HIS EY TOWARDS HER OM TIME TO TIME. SHE TOO STOOD SILENTLY AMONG HER PANNS. SHE HAS NO PRIT TO FLIRT WH, HE THOUGHT WH NSC BTERNS, REMEMBERG HOW HE HAD SEEN HER LAST. LYNCH WAS RIGHT. HIS MD EMPTIED OF THEORY AND URAGE, LAPSED BACK TO A LISTLS PEACEHE HEARD THE STUNTS TALKG AMONG THEMSELV. THEY SPOKE OF TWO IENDS WHO HAD PASSED THE FAL MEDIL EXAMATN, OF THE CHANC OF GETTG PLAC ON OCEAN LERS, OF POOR AND RICH PRACTIC—THAT'S ALL A BUBBLE. AN IRISH UNTRY PRACTICE IS BETTER—HYN WAS TWO YEARS LIVERPOOL AND HE SAYS THE SAME. A IGHTFUL HOLE HE SAID WAS. NOTHG BUT MIDWIFERY S—DO YOU MEAN TO SAY IS BETTER TO HAVE A JOB HERE THE UNTRY THAN A RICH CY LIKE THAT? I KNOW A FELLOW...—HYN HAS NO BRAS. HE GOT THROUGH BY STEWG, PURE STEWG—DON'T MD HIM. THERE'S PLENTY OF MONEY TO BE MA A BIG MERCIAL CY—DEPENDS ON THE PRACTICE—EGO CREDO UT VITA PAUPERUM EST SIMPLICITER ATROX, SIMPLICITER SANGUINARIUS ATROX, IN LIVERPOOLIOTHEIR VOIC REACHED HIS EARS AS IF OM A DISTANCE TERPTED PULSATN. SHE WAS PREPARG TO GO AWAY WH HER PANNSTHE QUICK LIGHT SHOWER HAD DRAWN OFF, TARRYG CLTERS OF DIAMONDS AMONG THE SHBS OF THE QUADRANGLE WHERE AN EXHALATN WAS BREATHED FORTH BY THE BLACKENED EARTH. THEIR TRIM BOOTS PRATTLED AS THEY STOOD ON THE STEPS OF THE LONNA, TALKG QUIETLY AND GAILY, GLANCG AT THE CLOUDS, HOLDG THEIR UMBRELLAS AT CUNNG ANGL AGAST THE FEW LAST RADROPS, CLOSG THEM AGA, HOLDG THEIR SKIRTS MURELYAND IF HE HAD JUDGED HER HARSHLY? IF HER LIFE WERE A SIMPLE ROSARY OF HOURS, HER LIFE SIMPLE AND STRANGE AS A BIRD'S LIFE, GAY THE MORNG, RTLS ALL DAY, TIRED AT SUNDOWN? HER HEART SIMPLE AND WILFUL AS A BIRD'S HEART?        ———TOWARDS DAWN HE AWOKE. O WHAT SWEET MIC! HIS SOUL WAS ALL WY WET. OVER HIS LIMBS SLEEP PALE OL WAV OF LIGHT HAD PASSED. HE LAY STILL, AS IF HIS SOUL LAY AMID OL WATERS, NSC OF FAT SWEET MIC. HIS MD WAS WAKG SLOWLY TO A TREMULO MORNG KNOWLEDGE, A MORNG SPIRATN. A SPIR FILLED HIM, PURE AS THE PURT WATER, SWEET AS W, MOVG AS MIC. BUT HOW FATLY WAS BREATHED, HOW PASSNLSLY, AS IF THE SERAPHIM THEMSELV WERE BREATHG UPON HIM! HIS SOUL WAS WAKG SLOWLY, FEARG TO AWAKE WHOLLY. IT WAS THAT WDLS HOUR OF DAWN WHEN MADNS WAK AND STRANGE PLANTS OPEN TO THE LIGHT AND THE MOTH FLI FORTH SILENTLYAN ENCHANTMENT OF THE HEART! THE NIGHT HAD BEEN ENCHANTED. IN A DREAM OR VISN HE HAD KNOWN THE ECSTASY OF SERAPHIC LIFE. WAS AN STANT OF ENCHANTMENT ONLY OR LONG HOURS AND YEARS AND AG?THE STANT OF SPIRATN SEEMED NOW TO BE REFLECTED OM ALL SIS AT ONCE OM A MULTU OF CLOUDY CIRCUMSTANC OF WHAT HAD HAPPENED OR OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED. THE STANT FLASHED FORTH LIKE A POT OF LIGHT AND NOW OM CLOUD ON CLOUD OF VAGUE CIRCUMSTANCE NFED FORM WAS VEILG SOFTLY S AFTERGLOW. O! IN THE VIRG WOMB OF THE IMAGATN THE WORD WAS MA FLH. GABRIEL THE SERAPH HAD E TO THE VIRG'S CHAMBER. AN AFTERGLOW EPENED WH HIS SPIR, WHENCE THE WHE FLAME HAD PASSED, EPENG TO A ROSE AND ARNT LIGHT. THAT ROSE AND ARNT LIGHT WAS HER STRANGE WILFUL HEART, STRANGE THAT NO MAN HAD KNOWN OR WOULD KNOW, WILFUL OM BEFORE THE BEGNG OF THE WORLD; AND LURED BY THAT ARNT ROSE-LIKE GLOW THE CHOIRS OF THE SERAPHIM WERE FALLG OM HEAVEN    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS    LURE OF THE FALLEN SERAPHIM?    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYSTHE VERS PASSED OM HIS MD TO HIS LIPS AND, MURMURG THEM OVER, HE FELT THE RHYTHMIC MOVEMENT OF A VILLANELLE PASS THROUGH THEM. THE ROSE-LIKE GLOW SENT FORTH S RAYS OF RHYME; WAYS, DAYS, BLAZE, PRAISE, RAISE. ITS RAYS BURNED UP THE WORLD, NSUMED THE HEARTS OF MEN AND ANGELS: THE RAYS OM THE ROSE THAT WAS HER WILFUL HEART    YOUR EY HAVE SET MAN'S HEART ABLAZE    AND YOU HAVE HAD YOUR WILL OF HIM    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?AND THEN? THE RHYTHM DIED AWAY, CEASED, BEGAN AGA TO MOVE AND BEAT. AND THEN? SMOKE, CENSE ASCENDG OM THE ALTAR OF THE WORLD    ABOVE THE FLAME THE SMOKE OF PRAISE    GO UP OM OCEAN RIM TO RIM    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYSSMOKE WENT UP OM THE WHOLE EARTH, OM THE VAPOURY OCEANS, SMOKE OF HER PRAISE. THE EARTH WAS LIKE A SWGG SWAYG CENSER, A BALL OF CENSE, AN ELLIPSOIDAL FALL. THE RHYTHM DIED OUT AT ONCE; THE CRY OF HIS HEART WAS BROKEN. HIS LIPS BEGAN TO MURMUR THE FIRST VERS OVER AND OVER; THEN WENT ON STUMBLG THROUGH HALF VERS, STAMMERG AND BAFFLED; THEN STOPPED. THE HEART'S CRY WAS BROKENTHE VEILED WDLS HOUR HAD PASSED AND BEHD THE PAN OF THE NAKED WDOW THE MORNG LIGHT WAS GATHERG. A BELL BEAT FATLY VERY FAR AWAY. A BIRD TWTERED; TWO BIRDS, THREE. THE BELL AND THE BIRD CEASED; AND THE DULL WHE LIGHT SPREAD SELF EAST AND WT, VERG THE WORLD, VERG THE ROSELIGHT HIS HEARTFEARG TO LOSE ALL, HE RAISED HIMSELF SUDNLY ON HIS ELBOW TO LOOK FOR PAPER AND PENCIL. THERE WAS NEHER ON THE TABLE; ONLY THE SOUP PLATE HE HAD EATEN THE RICE OM FOR SUPPER AND THE NDLTICK WH S TENDRILS OF TALLOW AND S PAPER SOCKET, SGED BY THE LAST FLAME. HE STRETCHED HIS ARM WEARILY TOWARDS THE FOOT OF THE BED, GROPG WH HIS HAND THE POCKETS OF THE AT THAT HUNG THERE. HIS FGERS FOUND A PENCIL AND THEN A CIGARETTE PACKET. HE LAY BACK AND, TEARG OPEN THE PACKET, PLACED THE LAST CIGARETTE ON THE WDOW LEDGE AND BEGAN TO WRE OUT THE STANZAS OF THE VILLANELLE SMALL NEAT LETTERS ON THE ROUGH RDBOARD SURFACEHAVG WRTEN THEM OUT HE LAY BACK ON THE LUMPY PILLOW, MURMURG THEM AGA. THE LUMPS OF KNOTTED FLOCK UNR HIS HEAD REMD HIM OF THE LUMPS OF KNOTTED HORSEHAIR THE SOFA OF HER PARLOUR ON WHICH HE ED TO S, SG OR SER, ASKG HIMSELF WHY HE HAD E, DISPLEASED WH HER AND WH HIMSELF, NFOUND BY THE PRT OF THE SACRED HEART ABOVE THE UNTENANTED SIBOARD. HE SAW HER APPROACH HIM A LULL OF THE TALK AND BEG HIM TO SG ONE OF HIS CUR SONGS. THEN HE SAW HIMSELF STG AT THE OLD PIANO, STRIKG CHORDS SOFTLY OM S SPECKLED KEYS AND SGG, AMID THE TALK WHICH HAD RISEN AGA THE ROOM, TO HER WHO LEANED BI THE MANTELPIECE A DATY SONG OF THE ELIZABETHANS, A SAD AND SWEET LOTH TO PART, THE VICTORY CHANT OF AGURT, THE HAPPY AIR OF GREENSLEEV. WHILE HE SANG AND SHE LISTENED, OR FEIGNED TO LISTEN, HIS HEART WAS AT RT BUT WHEN THE QUAT OLD SONGS HAD END AND HE HEARD AGA THE VOIC THE ROOM HE REMEMBERED HIS OWN SARSM: THE HOE WHERE YOUNG MEN ARE LLED BY THEIR CHRISTIAN NAM A LTLE TOO SOONAT CERTA STANTS HER EY SEEMED ABOUT TO TST HIM BUT HE HAD WAED VA. SHE PASSED NOW DANCG LIGHTLY ACROSS HIS MEMORY AS SHE HAD BEEN THAT NIGHT AT THE RNIVAL BALL, HER WHE DRS A LTLE LIFTED, A WHE SPRAY NODDG HER HAIR. SHE DANCED LIGHTLY THE ROUND. SHE WAS DANCG TOWARDS HIM AND, AS SHE ME, HER EY WERE A LTLE AVERTED AND A FAT GLOW WAS ON HER CHEEK. AT THE PSE THE CHA OF HANDS HER HAND HAD LA HIS AN STANT, A SOFT MERCHANDISE—YOU ARE A GREAT STRANGER NOW—Y. I WAS BORN TO BE A MONK—I AM AAID YOU ARE A HERETIC—ARE YOU MUCH AAID?FOR ANSWER SHE HAD DANCED AWAY OM HIM ALONG THE CHA OF HANDS, DANCG LIGHTLY AND DISCREETLY, GIVG HERSELF TO NONE. THE WHE SPRAY NODD TO HER DANCG AND WHEN SHE WAS SHADOW THE GLOW WAS EPER ON HER CHEEKA MONK! HIS OWN IMAGE STARTED FORTH A PROFANER OF THE CLOISTER, A HERETIC ANCISN, WILLG AND WILLG NOT TO SERVE, SPNG LIKE GHERARDO DA BO SAN DONNO, A LHE WEB OF SOPHISTRY AND WHISPERG HER EARNO, WAS NOT HIS IMAGE. IT WAS LIKE THE IMAGE OF THE YOUNG PRIT WHOSE PANY HE HAD SEEN HER LAST, LOOKG AT HIM OUT OF DOVE'S EY, TOYG WH THE PAG OF HER IRISH PHRASE-BOOK—Y, Y, THE LADI ARE G ROUND TO . I N SEE EVERY DAY. THE LADI ARE WH . THE BT HELPERS THE LANGUAGE HAS—AND THE CHURCH, FATHER MORAN?—THE CHURCH TOO. COMG ROUND TOO. THE WORK IS GOG AHEAD THERE TOO. DON'T ET ABOUT THE CHURCHBAH! HE HAD DONE WELL TO LEAVE THE ROOM DISDA. HE HAD DONE WELL NOT TO SALUTE HER ON THE STEPS OF THE LIBRARY! HE HAD DONE WELL TO LEAVE HER TO FLIRT WH HER PRIT, TO TOY WH A CHURCH WHICH WAS THE SCULLERY-MAID OF CHRISTENDOMRU BTAL ANGER ROUTED THE LAST LGERG STANT OF ECSTASY OM HIS SOUL. IT BROKE UP VLENTLY HER FAIR IMAGE AND FLUNG THE AGMENTS ON ALL SIS. ON ALL SIS DISTORTED REFLECTNS OF HER IMAGE STARTED OM HIS MEMORY: THE FLOWER GIRL THE RAGGED DRS WH DAMP ARSE HAIR AND A HOYN'S FACE WHO HAD LLED HERSELF HIS OWN GIRL AND BEGGED HIS HANDSEL, THE KCHEN-GIRL THE NEXT HOE WHO SANG OVER THE CLATTER OF HER PLAT, WH THE DRAWL OF A UNTRY SGER, THE FIRST BARS OF BY KILLARNEY'S LAKES AND FELLS, A GIRL WHO HAD LGHED GAILY TO SEE HIM STUMBLE WHEN THE IRON GRATG THE FOOTPATH NEAR CORK HILL HAD UGHT THE BROKEN SOLE OF HIS SHOE, A GIRL HE HAD GLANCED AT, ATTRACTED BY HER SMALL RIPE MOUTH, AS SHE PASSED OUT OF JAB'S BISCU FACTORY, WHO HAD CRIED TO HIM OVER HER SHOULR:—DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEEN OF ME, STRAIGHT HAIR AND CURLY EYEBROWS?AND YET HE FELT THAT, HOWEVER HE MIGHT REVILE AND MOCK HER IMAGE, HIS ANGER WAS ALSO A FORM OF HOMAGE. HE HAD LEFT THE CLASSROOM DISDA THAT WAS NOT WHOLLY SCERE, FEELG THAT PERHAPS THE SECRET OF HER RACE LAY BEHD THOSE DARK EY UPON WHICH HER LONG LASH FLUNG A QUICK SHADOW. HE HAD TOLD HIMSELF BTERLY AS HE WALKED THROUGH THE STREETS THAT SHE WAS A FIGURE OF THE WOMANHOOD OF HER UNTRY, A BAT-LIKE SOUL WAKG TO THE NSCNS OF SELF DARKNS AND SECRECY AND LONELS, TARRYG AWHILE, LOVELS AND SLS, WH HER D LOVER AND LEAVG HIM TO WHISPER OF NOCENT TRANSGRSNS THE LATTICED EAR OF A PRIT. HIS ANGER AGAST HER FOUND VENT ARSE RAILG AT HER PARAMOUR, WHOSE NAME AND VOICE AND FEATUR OFFEND HIS BAFFLED PRI: A PRITED PEASANT, WH A BROTHER A POLICEMAN DUBL AND A BROTHER A POTBOY MOYCULLEN. TO HIM SHE WOULD UNVEIL HER SOUL'S SHY NAKEDNS, TO ONE WHO WAS BUT SCHOOLED THE DISCHARGG OF A FORMAL RE RATHER THAN TO HIM, A PRIT OF THE ETERNAL IMAGATN, TRANSMUTG THE DAILY BREAD OF EXPERIENCE TO THE RADIANT BODY OF EVERLIVG LIFETHE RADIANT IMAGE OF THE CHARIST UNED AGA AN STANT HIS BTER AND SPAIRG THOUGHTS, THEIR CRI ARISG UNBROKEN A HYMN OF THANKSGIVG    OUR BROKEN CRI AND MOURNFUL LAYS      RISE ONE CHARISTIC HYMN    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?      WHILE SACRIFICG HANDS UPRAISE      THE CHALICE FLOWG TO THE BRIM    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYSHE SPOKE THE VERS ALOUD OM THE FIRST L TILL THE MIC AND RHYTHM SUFFED HIS MD, TURNG TO QUIET DULGENCE; THEN PIED THEM PAFULLY TO FEEL THEM THE BETTER BY SEEG THEM; THEN LAY BACK ON HIS BOLSTERTHE FULL MORNG LIGHT HAD E. NO SOUND WAS TO BE HEARD; BUT HE KNEW THAT ALL AROUND HIM LIFE WAS ABOUT TO AWAKEN MON NOIS, HOARSE VOIC, SLEEPY PRAYERS. SHRKG OM THAT LIFE HE TURNED TOWARDS THE WALL, MAKG A WL OF THE BLANKET AND STARG AT THE GREAT OVERBLOWN SRLET FLOWERS OF THE TATTERED WALLPAPER. HE TRIED TO WARM HIS PERISHG JOY THEIR SRLET GLOW, IMAGG A ROSEWAY OM WHERE HE LAY UPWARDS TO HEAVEN ALL STREWN WH SRLET FLOWERS. WEARY! WEARY! HE TOO WAS WEARY OF ARNT WAYSA GRADUAL WARMTH, A LANGUORO WEARS PASSED OVER HIM SCENDG ALONG HIS SPE OM HIS CLOSELY WLED HEAD. HE FELT SCEND AND, SEEG HIMSELF AS HE LAY, SED. SOON HE WOULD SLEEPHE HAD WRTEN VERS FOR HER AGA AFTER TEN YEARS. TEN YEARS BEFORE SHE HAD WORN HER SHAWL WLWISE ABOUT HER HEAD, SENDG SPRAYS OF HER WARM BREATH TO THE NIGHT AIR, TAPPG HER FOOT UPON THE GLASSY ROAD. IT WAS THE LAST TRAM; THE LANK BROWN HORS KNEW AND SHOOK THEIR BELLS TO THE CLEAR NIGHT ADMONN. THE NDUCTOR TALKED WH THE DRIVER, BOTH NODDG OFTEN THE GREEN LIGHT OF THE LAMP. THEY STOOD ON THE STEPS OF THE TRAM, HE ON THE UPPER, SHE ON THE LOWER. SHE ME UP TO HIS STEP MANY TIM BETWEEN THEIR PHRAS AND WENT DOWN AGA AND ONCE OR TWICE REMAED BI HIM FETTG TO GO DOWN AND THEN WENT DOWN. LET BE! LET BE!TEN YEARS OM THAT WISDOM OF CHILDREN TO HIS FOLLY. IF HE SENT HER THE VERS? THEY WOULD BE READ OUT AT BREAKFAST AMID THE TAPPG OF EGG-SHELLS. FOLLY ED! HER BROTHERS WOULD LGH AND TRY TO WRT THE PAGE OM EACH OTHER WH THEIR STRONG HARD FGERS. THE SUAVE PRIT, HER UNCLE, SEATED HIS ARM-CHAIR, WOULD HOLD THE PAGE AT ARM'S LENGTH, READ SG AND APPROVE OF THE LERARY FORMNO, NO; THAT WAS FOLLY. EVEN IF HE SENT HER THE VERS SHE WOULD NOT SHOW THEM TO OTHERS. NO, NO; SHE ULD NOTHE BEGAN TO FEEL THAT HE HAD WRONGED HER. A SENSE OF HER NOCENCE MOVED HIM ALMOST TO PY HER, AN NOCENCE HE HAD NEVER UNRSTOOD TILL HE HAD E TO THE KNOWLEDGE OF THROUGH S, AN NOCENCE WHICH SHE TOO HAD NOT UNRSTOOD WHILE SHE WAS NOCENT OR BEFORE THE STRANGE HUIATN OF HER NATURE HAD FIRST E UPON HER. THEN FIRST HER SOUL HAD BEGUN TO LIVE AS HIS SOUL HAD WHEN HE HAD FIRST SNED, AND A TENR PASSN FILLED HIS HEART AS HE REMEMBERED HER AIL PALLOR AND HER EY, HUMBLED AND SADNED BY THE DARK SHAME OF WOMANHOODWHILE HIS SOUL HAD PASSED OM ECSTASY TO LANGUOR WHERE HAD SHE BEEN? MIGHT BE, THE MYSTER WAYS OF SPIRUAL LIFE, THAT HER SOUL AT THOSE SAME MOMENTS HAD BEEN NSC OF HIS HOMAGE? IT MIGHT BEA GLOW OF SIRE KDLED AGA HIS SOUL AND FIRED AND FULFILLED ALL HIS BODY. CONSC OF HIS SIRE SHE WAS WAKG OM ODORO SLEEP, THE TEMPTRS OF HIS VILLANELLE. HER EY, DARK AND WH A LOOK OF LANGUOR, WERE OPENG TO HIS EY. HER NAKEDNS YIELD TO HIM, RADIANT, WARM, ODORO AND LAVISH-LIMBED, ENFOLD HIM LIKE A SHG CLOUD, ENFOLD HIM LIKE WATER WH A LIQUID LIFE; AND LIKE A CLOUD OF VAPOUR OR LIKE WATERS CIRCUMFLUENT SPACE THE LIQUID LETTERS OF SPEECH, SYMBOLS OF THE ELEMENT OF MYSTERY, FLOWED FORTH OVER HIS BRA    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS    LURE OF THE FALLEN SERAPHIM?    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYS    YOUR EY HAVE SET MAN'S HEART ABLAZE    AND YOU HAVE HAD YOUR WILL OF HIM    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?    ABOVE THE FLAME THE SMOKE OF PRAISE    GO UP OM OCEAN RIM TO RIM    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYS    OUR BROKEN CRI AND MOURNFUL LAYS    RISE ONE CHARISTIC HYMN    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?    WHILE SACRIFICG HANDS UPRAISE    THE CHALICE FLOWG TO THE BRIM    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYS    AND STILL YOU HOLD OUR LONGG GAZE    WH LANGUORO LOOK AND LAVISH LIMB!    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYSWHAT BIRDS WERE THEY? HE STOOD ON THE STEPS OF THE LIBRARY TO LOOK AT THEM, LEANG WEARILY ON HIS ASHPLANT. THEY FLEW ROUND AND ROUND THE JUTTG SHOULR OF A HOE MOLWORTH STREET. THE AIR OF THE LATE MARCH EVENG MA CLEAR THEIR FLIGHT, THEIR DARK QUIVERG BODI FLYG CLEARLY AGAST THE SKY AS AGAST A LIMP-HUNG CLOTH OF SMOKY TENUO BLUEHE WATCHED THEIR FLIGHT; BIRD AFTER BIRD: A DARK FLASH, A SWERVE, A FLUTTER OF WGS. HE TRIED TO UNT THEM BEFORE ALL THEIR DARTG QUIVERG BODI PASSED: SIX, TEN, ELEVEN: AND WONRED WERE THEY ODD OR EVEN NUMBER. TWELVE, THIRTEEN: FOR TWO ME WHEELG DOWN OM THE UPPER SKY. THEY WERE FLYG HIGH AND LOW BUT EVER ROUND AND ROUND STRAIGHT AND CURVG L AND EVER FLYG OM LEFT TO RIGHT, CIRCLG ABOUT A TEMPLE OF AIRHE LISTENED TO THE CRI: LIKE THE SQUEAK OF MICE BEHD THE WAST: A SHRILL TWOFOLD NOTE. BUT THE NOT WERE LONG AND SHRILL AND WHIRRG, UNLIKE THE CRY OF VERM, FALLG A THIRD OR A FOURTH AND TRILLED AS THE FLYG BEAKS CLOVE THE AIR. THEIR CRY WAS SHRILL AND CLEAR AND FE AND FALLG LIKE THREADS OF SILKEN LIGHT UNWOUND OM WHIRRG SPOOLSTHE HUMAN CLAMOUR SOOTHED HIS EARS WHICH HIS MOTHER'S SOBS AND REPROACH MURMURED SISTENTLY AND THE DARK AIL QUIVERG BODI WHEELG AND FLUTTERG AND SWERVG ROUND AN AIRY TEMPLE OF THE TENUO SKY SOOTHED HIS EY WHICH STILL SAW THE IMAGE OF HIS MOTHER'S FACEWHY WAS HE GAZG UPWARDS OM THE STEPS OF THE PORCH, HEARG THEIR SHRILL TWOFOLD CRY, WATCHG THEIR FLIGHT? FOR AN GURY OF GOOD OR EVIL? A PHRASE OF CORNELI AGRIPPA FLEW THROUGH HIS MD AND THEN THERE FLEW HHER AND THHER SHAPELS THOUGHTS OM SWENB ON THE RRPONNCE OF BIRDS TO THGS OF THE TELLECT AND OF HOW THE CREATUR OF THE AIR HAVE THEIR KNOWLEDGE AND KNOW THEIR TIM AND SEASONS BEE THEY, UNLIKE MAN, ARE THE ORR OF THEIR LIFE AND HAVE NOT PERVERTED THAT ORR BY REASONAND FOR AG MEN HAD GAZED UPWARD AS HE WAS GAZG AT BIRDS FLIGHT. THE LONNA ABOVE HIM MA HIM THK VAGUELY OF AN ANCIENT TEMPLE AND THE ASHPLANT ON WHICH HE LEANED WEARILY OF THE CURVED STICK OF AN GUR. A SENSE OF FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN MOVED THE HEART OF HIS WEARS, A FEAR OF SYMBOLS AND PORTENTS, OF THE HAWK-LIKE MAN WHOSE NAME HE BORE SOARG OUT OF HIS PTIVY ON OSIER-WOVEN WGS, OF THOTH, THE GOD OF WRERS, WRG WH A REED UPON A TABLET AND BEARG ON HIS NARROW IBIS HEAD THE CPED MOONHE SED AS HE THOUGHT OF THE GOD'S IMAGE FOR MA HIM THK OF A BOTTLE-NOSED JUDGE A WIG, PUTTG MAS TO A DOCUMENT WHICH HE HELD AT ARM'S LENGTH, AND HE KNEW THAT HE WOULD NOT HAVE REMEMBERED THE GOD'S NAME BUT THAT WAS LIKE AN IRISH OATH. IT WAS FOLLY. BUT WAS FOR THIS FOLLY THAT HE WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE FOR EVER THE HOE OF PRAYER AND PNCE TO WHICH HE HAD BEEN BORN AND THE ORR OF LIFE OUT OF WHICH HE HAD E?THEY ME BACK WH SHRILL CRI OVER THE JUTTG SHOULR OF THE HOE, FLYG DARKLY AGAST THE FADG AIR. WHAT BIRDS WERE THEY? HE THOUGHT THAT THEY MT BE SWALLOWS WHO HAD E BACK OM THE SOUTH. THEN HE WAS TO GO AWAY FOR THEY WERE BIRDS EVER GOG AND G, BUILDG EVER AN UNLASTG HOME UNR THE EAV OF MEN'S HO AND EVER LEAVG THE HOM THEY HAD BUILT TO WANRBEND DOWN YOUR FAC, OONA AND ALEELI GAZE UPON THEM AS THE SWALLOW GAZUPON THE NT UNR THE EAVE BEFOREHE WANR THE LOUD WATERSA SOFT LIQUID JOY LIKE THE NOISE OF MANY WATERS FLOWED OVER HIS MEMORY AND HE FELT HIS HEART THE SOFT PEACE OF SILENT SPAC OF FADG TENUO SKY ABOVE THE WATERS, OF OCEANIC SILENCE, OF SWALLOWS FLYG THROUGH THE SEA-DK OVER THE FLOWG WATERSA SOFT LIQUID JOY FLOWED THROUGH THE WORDS WHERE THE SOFT LONG VOWELS HURTLED NOISELSLY AND FELL AWAY, LAPPG AND FLOWG BACK AND EVER SHAKG THE WHE BELLS OF THEIR WAV MUTE CHIME AND MUTE PEAL, AND SOFT LOW SWOONG CRY; AND HE FELT THAT THE GURY HE HAD SOUGHT THE WHEELG DARTG BIRDS AND THE PALE SPACE OF SKY ABOVE HIM HAD E FORTH OM HIS HEART LIKE A BIRD OM A TURRET, QUIETLY AND SWIFTLYSYMBOL OF PARTURE OR OF LONELS? THE VERS CROONED THE EAR OF HIS MEMORY POSED SLOWLY BEFORE HIS REMEMBERG EY THE SCENE OF THE HALL ON THE NIGHT OF THE OPENG OF THE NATNAL THEATRE. HE WAS ALONE AT THE SI OF THE BALNY, LOOKG OUT OF JAD EY AT THE CULTURE OF DUBL THE STALLS AND AT THE TAWDRY SCENE-CLOTHS AND HUMAN DOLLS AMED BY THE GARISH LAMPS OF THE STAGE. A BURLY POLICEMAN SWEATED BEHD HIM AND SEEMED AT EVERY MOMENT ABOUT TO ACT. THE TLLS AND HISS AND MOCKG CRI RAN GTS ROUND THE HALL OM HIS STTERED FELLOW STUNTS—A LIBEL ON IRELAND!—MA GERMANY—BLASPHEMY!—WE NEVER SOLD OUR FAH!—NO IRISH WOMAN EVER DID !—WE WANT NO AMATR ATHEISTS—WE WANT NO BUDDG BUDDHISTSA SUDN SWIFT HISS FELL OM THE WDOWS ABOVE HIM AND HE KNEW THAT THE ELECTRIC LAMPS HAD BEEN SWCHED ON THE REAR'S ROOM. HE TURNED TO THE PILLARED HALL, NOW LMLY L, WENT UP THE STAIRSE AND PASSED THROUGH THE CLICKG TURNSTILECRANLY WAS STG OVER NEAR THE DICTNARI. A THICK BOOK, OPENED AT THE ONTISPIECE, LAY BEFORE HIM ON THE WOON RT. HE LEANED BACK HIS CHAIR, CLG HIS EAR LIKE THAT OF A NFSOR TO THE FACE OF THE MEDIL STUNT WHO WAS READG TO HIM A PROBLEM OM THE CHS PAGE OF A JOURNAL. STEPHEN SAT DOWN AT HIS RIGHT AND THE PRIT AT THE OTHER SI OF THE TABLE CLOSED HIS PY OF THE TABLET WH AN ANGRY SNAP AND STOOD UPCRANLY GAZED AFTER HIM BLANDLY AND VAGUELY. THE MEDIL STUNT WENT ON A SOFTER VOICE:—PAWN TO KG'S FOURTH—WE HAD BETTER GO, DIXON, SAID STEPHEN WARNG. HE HAS GONE TO PLADIXON FOLD THE JOURNAL AND ROSE WH DIGNY, SAYG:—OUR MEN RETIRED GOOD ORR—WH GUNS AND TTLE, ADD STEPHEN, POTG TO THE TLEPAGE OF CRANLY'S BOOK ON WHICH WAS PRTED DISEASES OF THE OXAS THEY PASSED THROUGH A LANE OF THE TABL STEPHEN SAID:—CRANLY, I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUCRANLY DID NOT ANSWER OR TURN. HE LAID HIS BOOK ON THE UNTER AND PASSED OUT, HIS WELL-SHOD FEET SOUNDG FLATLY ON THE FLOOR. ON THE STAIRSE HE PSED AND GAZG ABSENTLY AT DIXON REPEATED:—PAWN TO KG'S BLOODY FOURTH—PUT THAT WAY IF YOU LIKE, DIXON SAIDHE HAD A QUIET TONELS VOICE AND URBANE MANNERS AND ON A FGER OF HIS PLUMP CLEAN HAND HE DISPLAYED AT MOMENTS A SIG RGAS THEY CROSSED THE HALL A MAN OF DWARFISH STATURE ME TOWARDS THEM. UNR THE DOME OF HIS TY HAT HIS UNSHAVEN FACE BEGAN TO SE WH PLEASURE AND HE WAS HEARD TO MURMUR. THE EY WERE MELANCHOLY AS THOSE OF A MONKEY—GOOD EVENG, GENTLEMEN, SAID THE STUBBLE-GROWN MONKEYISH FACE—WARM WEATHER FOR MARCH, SAID CRANLY. THEY HAVE THE WDOWS OPEN UPSTAIRSDIXON SED AND TURNED HIS RG. THE BLACKISH, MONKEY-PUCKERED FACE PURSED S HUMAN MOUTH WH GENTLE PLEASURE AND S VOICE PURRED:—DELIGHTFUL WEATHER FOR MARCH. SIMPLY LIGHTFUL—THERE ARE TWO NICE YOUNG LADI UPSTAIRS, PTA, TIRED OF WAG, DIXON SAIDCRANLY SED AND SAID KDLY:—THE PTA HAS ONLY ONE LOVE: SIR WALTER STT. ISN'T THAT SO, PTA?—WHAT ARE YOU READG NOW, PTA? DIXON ASKED. THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR?—I LOVE OLD STT, THE FLEXIBLE LIPS SAID, I THK HE WR SOMETHG LOVELY. THERE IS NO WRER N TOUCH SIR WALTER STTHE MOVED A TH SHNKEN BROWN HAND GENTLY THE AIR TIME TO HIS PRAISE AND HIS TH QUICK EYELIDS BEAT OFTEN OVER HIS SAD EYSADR TO STEPHEN'S EAR WAS HIS SPEECH: A GENTEEL ACCENT, LOW AND MOIST, MARRED BY ERRORS, AND, LISTENG TO , HE WONRED WAS THE STORY TE AND WAS THE TH BLOOD THAT FLOWED HIS SHNKEN AME NOBLE AND E OF AN CTUO LOVE?THE PARK TRE WERE HEAVY WH RA; AND RA FELL STILL AND EVER THE LAKE, LYG GREY LIKE A SHIELD. A GAME OF SWANS FLEW THERE AND THE WATER AND THE SHORE BENEATH WERE FOULED WH THEIR GREEN-WHE SLIME. THEY EMBRACED SOFTLY, IMPELLED BY THE GREY RAY LIGHT, THE WET SILENT TRE, THE SHIELD-LIKE WNSG LAKE, THE SWANS. THEY EMBRACED WHOUT JOY OR PASSN, HIS ARM ABOUT HIS SISTER'S NECK. A GREY WOOLLEN CLOAK WAS WRAPPED ATHWART HER OM HER SHOULR TO HER WAIST AND HER FAIR HEAD WAS BENT WILLG SHAME. HE HAD LOOSE RED-BROWN HAIR AND TENR SHAPELY STRONG ECKLED HANDS. FACE? THERE WAS NO FACE SEEN. THE BROTHER'S FACE WAS BENT UPON HER FAIR RA-AGRANT HAIR. THE HAND ECKLED AND STRONG AND SHAPELY AND RSG WAS DAV'S HANDHE OWNED ANGRILY UPON HIS THOUGHT AND ON THE SHRIVELLED MANNIK WHO HAD LLED FORTH. HIS FATHER'S JIB AT THE BANTRY GANG LEAPED OUT OF HIS MEMORY. HE HELD THEM AT A DISTANCE AND BROOD UNEASILY ON HIS OWN THOUGHT AGA. WHY WERE THEY NOT CRANLY'S HANDS? HAD DAV'S SIMPLICY AND NOCENCE STUNG HIM MORE SECRETLY?HE WALKED ON ACROSS THE HALL WH DIXON, LEAVG CRANLY TO TAKE LEAVE ELABORATELY OF THE DWARFUNR THE LONNA TEMPLE WAS STANDG THE MIDST OF A LTLE GROUP OF STUNTS. ONE OF THEM CRIED:—DIXON, E OVER TILL YOU HEAR. TEMPLE IS GRAND FORMTEMPLE TURNED ON HIM HIS DARK GIPSY EY—YOU'RE A HYPOCRE, O'KEEFFE, HE SAID. AND DIXON IS A SER. BY HELL, I THK THAT'S A GOOD LERARY EXPRSNHE LGHED SLYLY, LOOKG STEPHEN'S FACE, REPEATG:—BY HELL, I'M LIGHTED WH THAT NAME. A SERA STOUT STUNT WHO STOOD BELOW THEM ON THE STEPS SAID:—COME BACK TO THE MISTRS, TEMPLE. WE WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT—HE HAD, FAH, TEMPLE SAID. AND HE WAS A MARRIED MAN TOO. AND ALL THE PRITS ED TO BE DG THERE. BY HELL, I THK THEY ALL HAD A TOUCH—WE SHALL LL RIDG A HACK TO SPARE THE HUNTER, SAID DIXON—TELL , TEMPLE, O'KEEFFE SAID, HOW MANY QUARTS OF PORTER HAVE YOU YOU?—ALL YOUR TELLECTUAL SOUL IS THAT PHRASE, O'KEEFFE, SAID TEMPLE WH OPEN SRNHE MOVED WH A SHAMBLG GA ROUND THE GROUP AND SPOKE TO STEPHEN—DID YOU KNOW THAT THE FORSTERS ARE THE KGS OF BELGIUM? HE ASKEDCRANLY ME OUT THROUGH THE DOOR OF THE ENTRANCE HALL, HIS HAT THST BACK ON THE NAPE OF HIS NECK AND PICKG HIS TEETH WH RE—AND HERE'S THE WISEACRE, SAID TEMPLE. DO YOU KNOW THAT ABOUT THE FORSTERS?HE PSED FOR AN ANSWER. CRANLY DISLODGED A FIGSEED OM HIS TEETH ON THE POT OF HIS TOOTHPICK AND GAZED AT TENTLY—THE FORSTER FAY, TEMPLE SAID, IS SCEND OM BALDW THE FIRST, KG OF FLANRS. HE WAS LLED THE FORTER. FORTER AND FORSTER ARE THE SAME NAME. A SCENDANT OF BALDW THE FIRST, PTA FRANCIS FORSTER, SETTLED IRELAND AND MARRIED THE DGHTER OF THE LAST CHIEFTA OF CLANBRASSIL. THEN THERE ARE THE BLAKE FORSTERS. THAT'S A DIFFERENT BRANCH—FROM BALDHEAD, KG OF FLANRS, CRANLY REPEATED, ROOTG AGA LIBERATELY AT HIS GLEAMG UNVERED TEETH—WHERE DID YOU PICK UP ALL THAT HISTORY? O'KEEFFE ASKED—I KNOW ALL THE HISTORY OF YOUR FAY, TOO, TEMPLE SAID, TURNG TO STEPHEN. DO YOU KNOW WHAT GIRALD CAMBRENSIS SAYS ABOUT YOUR FAY?—IS HE SCEND OM BALDW TOO? ASKED A TALL NSUMPTIVE STUNT WH DARK EY—BALDHEAD, CRANLY REPEATED, SUCKG AT A CREVICE HIS TEETH—PERNOBILIS ET PERVETUSTA FAMILIA, TEMPLE SAID TO STEPHENTHE STOUT STUNT WHO STOOD BELOW THEM ON THE STEPS FARTED BRIEFLY. DIXON TURNED TOWARDS HIM, SAYG A SOFT VOICE:—DID AN ANGEL SPEAK?CRANLY TURNED ALSO AND SAID VEHEMENTLY BUT WHOUT ANGER:—GOGGS, YOU'RE THE FLAMGT DIRTY VIL I EVER MET, DO YOU KNOW—I HAD ON MY MD TO SAY THAT, GOGGS ANSWERED FIRMLY. IT DID NO ONE ANY HARM, DID ?—WE HOPE, DIXON SAID SUAVELY, THAT WAS NOT OF THE KD KNOWN TO SCIENCE AS A PAULO POST FUTURUM—DIDN'T I TELL YOU HE WAS A SER? SAID TEMPLE, TURNG RIGHT AND LEFT. DIDN'T I GIVE HIM THAT NAME?—YOU DID. WE'RE NOT AF, SAID THE TALL NSUMPTIVECRANLY STILL OWNED AT THE STOUT STUNT BELOW HIM. THEN, WH A SNORT OF DISGT, HE SHOVED HIM VLENTLY DOWN THE STEPS—GO AWAY OM HERE, HE SAID LY. GO AWAY, YOU STKPOT. AND YOU ARE A STKPOTGOGGS SKIPPED DOWN ON TO THE GRAVEL AND AT ONCE RETURNED TO HIS PLACE WH GOOD HUMOUR. TEMPLE TURNED BACK TO STEPHEN AND ASKED:—DO YOU BELIEVE THE LAW OF HEREDY?—ARE YOU DNK OR WHAT ARE YOU OR WHAT ARE YOU TRYG TO SAY? ASKED CRANLY, FACG ROUND ON HIM WH AN EXPRSN OF WONR—THE MOST PROFOUND SENTENCE EVER WRTEN, TEMPLE SAID WH ENTHIASM, IS THE SENTENCE AT THE END OF THE ZOOLOGY. REPRODUCTN IS THE BEGNG OF ATHHE TOUCHED STEPHEN TIMIDLY AT THE ELBOW AND SAID EAGERLY:—DO YOU FEEL HOW PROFOUND THAT IS BEE YOU ARE A POET?CRANLY POTED HIS LONG FOREFGER—LOOK AT HIM! HE SAID WH SRN TO THE OTHERS. LOOK AT IRELAND'S HOPE!THEY LGHED AT HIS WORDS AND GTURE. TEMPLE TURNED ON HIM BRAVELY, SAYG:—CRANLY, YOU'RE ALWAYS SNEERG AT ME. I N SEE THAT. BUT I AM AS GOOD AS YOU ANY DAY. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I THK ABOUT YOU NOW AS PARED WH MYSELF?—MY AR MAN, SAID CRANLY URBANELY, YOU ARE PABLE, DO YOU KNOW, ABSOLUTELY PABLE OF THKG—BUT DO YOU KNOW, TEMPLE WENT ON, WHAT I THK OF YOU AND OF MYSELF PARED TOGETHER?—OUT WH , TEMPLE! THE STOUT STUNT CRIED OM THE STEPS. GET OUT BS!TEMPLE TURNED RIGHT AND LEFT, MAKG SUDN FEEBLE GTUR AS HE SPOKE—I'M A BALLOCKS, HE SAID, SHAKG HIS HEAD SPAIR. I AM AND I KNOW I AM. AND I ADM THAT I AMDIXON PATTED HIM LIGHTLY ON THE SHOULR AND SAID DLY:—AND DO YOU EVERY CRED, TEMPLE—BUT HE, TEMPLE SAID, POTG TO CRANLY, HE IS A BALLOCKS, TOO, LIKE ME. ONLY HE DON'T KNOW . AND THAT'S THE ONLY DIFFERENCE I SEEA BURST OF LGHTER VERED HIS WORDS. BUT HE TURNED AGA TO STEPHEN AND SAID WH A SUDN EAGERNS:—THAT WORD IS A MOST TERTG WORD. THAT'S THE ONLY ENGLISH DUAL NUMBER. DID YOU KNOW?—IS ? STEPHEN SAID VAGUELYHE WAS WATCHG CRANLY'S FIRM-FEATURED SUFFERG FACE, L UP NOW BY A SE OF FALSE PATIENCE. THE GROSS NAME HAD PASSED OVER LIKE FOUL WATER POURED OVER AN OLD STONE IMAGE, PATIENT OF JURI; AND, AS HE WATCHED HIM, HE SAW HIM RAISE HIS HAT SALUTE AND UNVER THE BLACK HAIR THAT STOOD STIFFLY OM HIS FOREHEAD LIKE AN IRON CROWNSHE PASSED OUT OM THE PORCH OF THE LIBRARY AND BOWED ACROSS STEPHEN REPLY TO CRANLY'S GREETG. HE ALSO? WAS THERE NOT A SLIGHT FLH ON CRANLY'S CHEEK? OR HAD E FORTH AT TEMPLE'S WORDS? THE LIGHT HAD WANED. HE ULD NOT SEEDID THAT EXPLA HIS IEND'S LISTLS SILENCE, HIS HARSH MENTS, THE SUDN TSNS OF SPEECH WH WHICH HE HAD SHATTERED SO OFTEN STEPHEN'S ARNT WAYWARD NFSNS? STEPHEN HAD FIVEN EELY FOR HE HAD FOUND THIS NS ALSO HIMSELF. AND HE REMEMBERED AN EVENG WHEN HE HAD DISMOUNTED OM A BORROWED CREAKG BICYCLE TO PRAY TO GOD A WOOD NEAR MALAHI. HE HAD LIFTED UP HIS ARMS AND SPOKEN ECSTASY TO THE SOMBRE NAVE OF THE TRE, KNOWG THAT HE STOOD ON HOLY GROUND AND A HOLY HOUR. AND WHEN TWO NSTABULARY MEN HAD E TO SIGHT ROUND A BEND THE GLOOMY ROAD HE HAD BROKEN OFF HIS PRAYER TO WHISTLE LOUDLY AN AIR OM THE LAST PANTOMIMEHE BEGAN TO BEAT THE AYED END OF HIS ASHPLANT AGAST THE BASE OF A PILLAR. HAD CRANLY NOT HEARD HIM? YET HE ULD WA. THE TALK ABOUT HIM CEASED FOR A MOMENT AND A SOFT HISS FELL AGA OM A WDOW ABOVE. BUT NO OTHER SOUND WAS THE AIR AND THE SWALLOWS WHOSE FLIGHT HE HAD FOLLOWED WH IDLE EY WERE SLEEPGSHE HAD PASSED THROUGH THE DK. AND THEREFORE THE AIR WAS SILENT SAVE FOR ONE SOFT HISS THAT FELL. AND THEREFORE THE TONGU ABOUT HIM HAD CEASED THEIR BABBLE. DARKNS WAS FALLGDARKNS FALLS OM THE AIRA TREMBLG JOY, LAMBENT AS A FAT LIGHT, PLAYED LIKE A FAIRY HOST AROUND HIM. BUT WHY? HER PASSAGE THROUGH THE DARKENG AIR OR THE VERSE WH S BLACK VOWELS AND S OPENG SOUND, RICH AND LUTELIKE?HE WALKED AWAY SLOWLY TOWARDS THE EPER SHADOWS AT THE END OF THE LONNA, BEATG THE STONE SOFTLY WH HIS STICK TO HI HIS REVERY OM THE STUNTS WHOM HE HAD LEFT: AND ALLOWED HIS MD TO SUMMON BACK TO SELF THE AGE OF DOWLAND AND BYRD AND NASHEY, OPENG OM THE DARKNS OF SIRE, EY THAT DIMMED THE BREAKG EAST. WHAT WAS THEIR LANGUID GRACE BUT THE SOFTNS OF CHAMBERG? AND WHAT WAS THEIR SHIMMER BUT THE SHIMMER OF THE SCUM THAT MANTLED THE CSPOOL OF THE URT OF A SLOBBERG STUART. AND HE TASTED THE LANGUAGE OF MEMORY AMBERED W, DYG FALLGS OF SWEET AIRS, THE PROUD PAVAN, AND SAW WH THE EY OF MEMORY KD GENTLEWOMEN COVENT GARN WOOG OM THEIR BALNI WH SUCKG MOUTHS AND THE POX-FOULED WENCH OF THE TAVERNS AND YOUNG WIV THAT, GAILY YIELDG TO THEIR RAVISHERS, CLIPPED AND CLIPPED AGATHE IMAG HE HAD SUMMONED GAVE HIM NO PLEASURE. THEY WERE SECRET AND FLAMG BUT HER IMAGE WAS NOT ENTANGLED BY THEM. THAT WAS NOT THE WAY TO THK OF HER. IT WAS NOT EVEN THE WAY WHICH HE THOUGHT OF HER. COULD HIS MD THEN NOT TST SELF? OLD PHRAS, SWEET ONLY WH A DISTERRED SWEETNS LIKE THE FIGSEEDS CRANLY ROOTED OUT OF HIS GLEAMG TEETHIT WAS NOT THOUGHT NOR VISN THOUGH HE KNEW VAGUELY THAT HER FIGURE WAS PASSG HOMEWARD THROUGH THE CY. VAGUELY FIRST AND THEN MORE SHARPLY HE SMELT HER BODY. A NSC UNRT SEETHED HIS BLOOD. Y, WAS HER BODY HE SMELT, A WILD AND LANGUID SMELL, THE TEPID LIMBS OVER WHICH HIS MIC HAD FLOWED SIROLY AND THE SECRET SOFT LEN UPON WHICH HER FLH DISTILLED ODOUR AND A WA LOE CRAWLED OVER THE NAPE OF HIS NECK AND, PUTTG HIS THUMB AND FOREFGER FTLY BENEATH HIS LOOSE LLAR, HE UGHT . HE ROLLED S BODY, TENR YET BRTLE AS A GRA OF RICE, BETWEEN THUMB AND FGER FOR AN STANT BEFORE HE LET FALL OM HIM AND WONRED WOULD LIVE OR DIE. THERE ME TO HIS MD A CUR PHRASE OM CORNELIUS A LAPIDE WHICH SAID THAT THE LICE BORN OF HUMAN SWEAT WERE NOT CREATED BY GOD WH THE OTHER ANIMALS ON THE SIXTH DAY. BUT THE TICKLG OF THE SK OF HIS NECK MA HIS MD RAW AND RED. THE LIFE OF HIS BODY, ILL CLAD, ILL FED, LOE-EATEN, MA HIM CLOSE HIS EYELIDS A SUDN SPASM OF SPAIR AND THE DARKNS HE SAW THE BRTLE BRIGHT BODI OF LICE FALLG OM THE AIR AND TURNG OFTEN AS THEY FELL. Y, AND WAS NOT DARKNS THAT FELL OM THE AIR. IT WAS BRIGHTNSBRIGHTNS FALLS OM THE AIRHE HAD NOT EVEN REMEMBERED RIGHTLY NASH'S LE. ALL THE IMAG HAD AWAKENED WERE FALSE. HIS MD BRED VERM. HIS THOUGHTS WERE LICE BORN OF THE SWEAT OF SLOTHHE ME BACK QUICKLY ALONG THE LONNA TOWARDS THE GROUP OF STUNTS. WELL THEN, LET HER GO AND BE DAMNED TO HER! SHE ULD LOVE SOME CLEAN ATHLETE WHO WASHED HIMSELF EVERY MORNG TO THE WAIST AND HAD BLACK HAIR ON HIS CHT. LET HERCRANLY HAD TAKEN ANOTHER DRIED FIG OM THE SUPPLY HIS POCKET AND WAS EATG SLOWLY AND NOISILY. TEMPLE SAT ON THE PEDIMENT OF A PILLAR, LEANG BACK, HIS P PULLED DOWN ON HIS SLEEPY EY. A SQUAT YOUNG MAN ME OUT OF THE PORCH, A LEATHER PORTFOL TUCKED UNR HIS ARMP. HE MARCHED TOWARDS THE GROUP, STRIKG THE FLAGS WH THE HEELS OF HIS BOOTS AND WH THE FERLE OF HIS HEAVY UMBRELLA. THEN, RAISG THE UMBRELLA SALUTE, HE SAID TO ALL:—GOOD EVENG, SIRSHE STCK THE FLAGS AGA AND TTERED WHILE HIS HEAD TREMBLED WH A SLIGHT NERVO MOVEMENT. THE TALL NSUMPTIVE STUNT AND DIXON AND O'KEEFFE WERE SPEAKG IRISH AND DID NOT ANSWER HIM. THEN, TURNG TO CRANLY, HE SAID:—GOOD EVENG, PARTICULARLY TO YOUHE MOVED THE UMBRELLA DITN AND TTERED AGA. CRANLY, WHO WAS STILL CHEWG THE FIG, ANSWERED WH LOUD MOVEMENTS OF HIS JAWS—GOOD? Y. IT IS A GOOD EVENGTHE SQUAT STUNT LOOKED AT HIM SERLY AND SHOOK HIS UMBRELLA GENTLY AND REPROVGLY—I N SEE, HE SAID, THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO MAKE OBV REMARKS—UM, CRANLY ANSWERED, HOLDG OUT WHAT REMAED OF THE HALF CHEWED FIG AND JERKG TOWARDS THE SQUAT STUNT'S MOUTH SIGN THAT HE SHOULD EATTHE SQUAT STUNT DID NOT EAT BUT, DULGG HIS SPECIAL HUMOUR, SAID GRAVELY, STILL TTERG AND PRODDG HIS PHRASE WH HIS UMBRELLA:—DO YOU TEND THAT...?HE BROKE OFF, POTED BLUNTLY TO THE MUNCHED PULP OF THE FIG, AND SAID LOUDLY:—I ALLU TO THAT—UM, CRANLY SAID AS BEFORE—DO YOU TEND THAT NOW, THE SQUAT STUNT SAID, AS IPSO FACTO OR, LET SAY, AS SO TO SPEAK?DIXON TURNED ASI OM HIS GROUP, SAYG:—GOGGS WAS WAG FOR YOU, GLYNN. HE HAS GONE ROUND TO THE ALPHI TO LOOK FOR YOU AND MOYNIHAN. WHAT HAVE YOU THERE? HE ASKED, TAPPG THE PORTFOL UNR GLYNN'S ARM—EXAMATN PAPERS, GLYNN ANSWERED. I GIVE THEM MONTHLY EXAMATNS TO SEE THAT THEY ARE PROFG BY MY TUNHE ALSO TAPPED THE PORTFOL AND UGHED GENTLY AND SED—TUN! SAID CRANLY LY. I SUPPOSE YOU MEAN THE BAREFOOTED CHILDREN THAT ARE TGHT BY A BLOODY APE LIKE YOU. GOD HELP THEM!HE B OFF THE RT OF THE FIG AND FLUNG AWAY THE BUTT—I SUFFER LTLE CHILDREN TO E UNTO ME, GLYNN SAID AMIABLY—A BLOODY APE, CRANLY REPEATED WH EMPHASIS, AND A BLASPHEMO BLOODY APE!TEMPLE STOOD UP AND, PHG PAST CRANLY, ADDRSED GLYNN:—THAT PHRASE YOU SAID NOW, HE SAID, IS OM THE NEW TTAMENT ABOUT SUFFER THE CHILDREN TO E TO ME—GO TO SLEEP AGA, TEMPLE, SAID O'KEEFFE—VERY WELL, THEN, TEMPLE NTUED, STILL ADDRSG GLYNN, AND IF J SUFFERED THE CHILDREN TO E WHY DO THE CHURCH SEND THEM ALL TO HELL IF THEY DIE UNBAPTIZED? WHY IS THAT?—WERE YOU BAPTIZED YOURSELF, TEMPLE? THE NSUMPTIVE STUNT ASKED—BUT WHY ARE THEY SENT TO HELL IF J SAID THEY WERE ALL TO E? TEMPLE SAID, HIS EY SEARCHG GLYNN'S EYGLYNN UGHED AND SAID GENTLY, HOLDG BACK WH DIFFICULTY THE NERVO TTER HIS VOICE AND MOVG HIS UMBRELLA AT EVERY WORD:—AND, AS YOU REMARK, IF IS TH, I ASK EMPHATILLY WHENCE THIS THNS—BEE THE CHURCH IS CEL LIKE ALL OLD SNERS, TEMPLE SAID—ARE YOU QUE ORTHODOX ON THAT POT, TEMPLE? DIXON SAID SUAVELY—SAT AUGTE SAYS THAT ABOUT UNBAPTIZED CHILDREN GOG TO HELL, TEMPLE ANSWERED, BEE HE WAS A CEL OLD SNER TOO—I BOW TO YOU, DIXON SAID, BUT I HAD THE IMPRSN THAT LIMBO EXISTED FOR SUCH S—DON'T ARGUE WH HIM, DIXON, CRANLY SAID BTALLY. DON'T TALK TO HIM OR LOOK AT HIM. LEAD HIM HOME WH A SUGAN THE WAY YOU'D LEAD A BLEATG GOAT—LIMBO! TEMPLE CRIED. THAT'S A FE VENTN TOO. LIKE HELL—BUT WH THE UNPLEASANTNS LEFT OUT, DIXON SAIDHE TURNED SG TO THE OTHERS AND SAID:—I THK I AM VOICG THE OPNS OF ALL PRENT SAYG SO MUCH—YOU ARE, GLYNN SAID A FIRM TONE. ON THAT POT IRELAND IS UNEDHE STCK THE FERLE OF HIS UMBRELLA ON THE STONE FLOOR OF THE LONNA—HELL, TEMPLE SAID. I N RPECT THAT VENTN OF THE GREY SPOE OF SATAN. HELL IS ROMAN, LIKE THE WALLS OF THE ROMANS, STRONG AND UGLY. BUT WHAT IS LIMBO?—PUT HIM BACK TO THE PERAMBULATOR, CRANLY, O'KEEFFE LLED OUTCRANLY MA A SWIFT STEP TOWARDS TEMPLE, HALTED, STAMPG HIS FOOT, CRYG AS IF TO A FOWL:—HOOSH!TEMPLE MOVED AWAY NIMBLY—DO YOU KNOW WHAT LIMBO IS? HE CRIED. DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE LL A NOTN LIKE THAT ROSMON?—HOOSH! BLAST YOU! CRANLY CRIED, CLAPPG HIS HANDS—NEHER MY ARSE NOR MY ELBOW! TEMPLE CRIED OUT SRNFULLY. AND THAT'S WHAT I LL LIMBO—GIVE THAT STICK HERE, CRANLY SAIDHE SNATCHED THE ASHPLANT ROUGHLY OM STEPHEN'S HAND AND SPRANG DOWN THE STEPS: BUT TEMPLE, HEARG HIM MOVE PURSU, FLED THROUGH THE DK LIKE A WILD CREATURE, NIMBLE AND FLEET-FOOTED. CRANLY'S HEAVY BOOTS WERE HEARD LOUDLY CHARGG ACROSS THE QUADRANGLE AND THEN RETURNG HEAVILY, FOILED AND SPURNG THE GRAVEL AT EACH STEPHIS STEP WAS ANGRY AND WH AN ANGRY ABPT GTURE HE THST THE STICK BACK TO STEPHEN'S HAND. STEPHEN FELT THAT HIS ANGER HAD ANOTHER E BUT, FEIGNG PATIENCE, TOUCHED HIS ARM SLIGHTLY AND SAID QUIETLY:—CRANLY, I TOLD YOU I WANTED TO SPEAK TO YOU. COME AWAYCRANLY LOOKED AT HIM FOR A FEW MOMENTS AND ASKED:—NOW?—Y, NOW, STEPHEN SAID. WE N'T SPEAK HERE. COME AWAYTHEY CROSSED THE QUADRANGLE TOGETHER WHOUT SPEAKG. THE BIRD LL OM SIEGFRIED WHISTLED SOFTLY FOLLOWED THEM OM THE STEPS OF THE PORCH. CRANLY TURNED, AND DIXON, WHO HAD WHISTLED, LLED OUT:—WHERE ARE YOU FELLOWS OFF TO? WHAT ABOUT THAT GAME, CRANLY?THEY PARLEYED SHOUTS ACROSS THE STILL AIR ABOUT A GAME OF BILLIARDS TO BE PLAYED THE ALPHI HOTEL. STEPHEN WALKED ON ALONE AND OUT TO THE QUIET OF KILDARE STREET OPPOSE MAPLE'S HOTEL HE STOOD TO WA, PATIENT AGA. THE NAME OF THE HOTEL, A LOURLS POLISHED WOOD, AND S LOURLS ONT STUNG HIM LIKE A GLANCE OF POLE DISDA. HE STARED ANGRILY BACK AT THE SOFTLY L DRAWG-ROOM OF THE HOTEL WHICH HE IMAGED THE SLEEK LIV OF THE PATRICIANS OF IRELAND HOED LM. THEY THOUGHT OF ARMY MISSNS AND LAND AGENTS: PEASANTS GREETED THEM ALONG THE ROADS THE UNTRY; THEY KNEW THE NAM OF CERTA FRENCH DISH AND GAVE ORRS TO JARVI HIGH-PCHED PROVCIAL VOIC WHICH PIERCED THROUGH THEIR SK-TIGHT ACCENTSHOW ULD HE H THEIR NSCIENCE OR HOW ST HIS SHADOW OVER THE IMAGATNS OF THEIR DGHTERS, BEFORE THEIR SQUIR BEGAT UPON THEM, THAT THEY MIGHT BREED A RACE LS IGNOBLE THAN THEIR OWN? AND UNR THE EPENED DK HE FELT THE THOUGHTS AND SIR OF THE RACE TO WHICH HE BELONGED FLTG LIKE BATS ACROSS THE DARK UNTRY LAN, UNR TRE BY THE EDG OF STREAMS AND NEAR THE POOL-MOTTLED BOGS. A WOMAN HAD WAED THE DOORWAY AS DAV HAD PASSED BY AT NIGHT AND, OFFERG HIM A CUP OF K, HAD ALL BUT WOOED HIM TO HER BED; FOR DAV HAD THE D EY OF ONE WHO ULD BE SECRET. BUT HIM NO WOMAN'S EY HAD WOOEDHIS ARM WAS TAKEN A STRONG GRIP AND CRANLY'S VOICE SAID:—LET EKE GOTHEY WALKED SOUTHWARD SILENCE. THEN CRANLY SAID:—THAT BLHERG IDT, TEMPLE! I SWEAR TO MOS, DO YOU KNOW, THAT I'LL BE THE ATH OF THAT FELLOW ONE TIMEBUT HIS VOICE WAS NO LONGER ANGRY AND STEPHEN WONRED WAS HE THKG OF HER GREETG TO HIM UNR THE PORCHTHEY TURNED TO THE LEFT AND WALKED ON AS BEFORE. WHEN THEY HAD GONE ON SO FOR SOME TIME STEPHEN SAID:—CRANLY, I HAD AN UNPLEASANT QUARREL THIS EVENG—WH YOUR PEOPLE? CRANLY ASKED—WH MY MOTHER—ABOUT RELIGN?—Y, STEPHEN ANSWEREDAFTER A PSE CRANLY ASKED:—WHAT AGE IS YOUR MOTHER?—NOT OLD, STEPHEN SAID. SHE WISH ME TO MAKE MY EASTER DUTY—AND WILL YOU?—I WILL NOT, STEPHEN SAID—WHY NOT? CRANLY SAID—I WILL NOT SERVE, ANSWERED STEPHEN—THAT REMARK WAS MA BEFORE, CRANLY SAID LMLY—IT IS MA BEHD NOW, SAID STEPHEN HOTLYCRANLY PRSED STEPHEN'S ARM, SAYG:—GO EASY, MY AR MAN. YOU'RE AN EXCABLE BLOODY MAN, DO YOU KNOWHE LGHED NERVOLY AS HE SPOKE AND, LOOKG UP TO STEPHEN'S FACE WH MOVED AND IENDLY EY, SAID:—DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE AN EXCABLE MAN?—I DARAY I AM, SAID STEPHEN, LGHG ALSOTHEIR MDS, LATELY TRANGED, SEEMED SUDNLY TO HAVE BEEN DRAWN CLOSER, ONE TO THE OTHER—DO YOU BELIEVE THE CHARIST? CRANLY ASKED—I DO NOT, STEPHEN SAID—DO YOU DISBELIEVE THEN?—I NEHER BELIEVE NOR DISBELIEVE , STEPHEN ANSWERED—MANY PERSONS HAVE DOUBTS, EVEN RELIG PERSONS, YET THEY OVERE THEM OR PUT THEM ASI, CRANLY SAID. ARE YOUR DOUBTS ON THAT POT TOO STRONG?—I DO NOT WISH TO OVERE THEM, STEPHEN ANSWEREDCRANLY, EMBARRASSED FOR A MOMENT, TOOK ANOTHER FIG OM HIS POCKET AND WAS ABOUT TO EAT WHEN STEPHEN SAID:—DON'T, PLEASE. YOU NNOT DISCS THIS QUTN WH YOUR MOUTH FULL OF CHEWED FIGCRANLY EXAMED THE FIG BY THE LIGHT OF A LAMP UNR WHICH HE HALTED. THEN HE SMELT WH BOTH NOSTRILS, B A TY PIECE, SPAT OUT AND THREW THE FIG LY TO THE GUTTERADDRSG AS LAY, HE SAID:—DEPART OM ME, YE CURSED, TO EVERLASTG FIRE!TAKG STEPHEN'S ARMS, HE WENT ON AGA AND SAID:—DO YOU NOT FEAR THAT THOSE WORDS MAY BE SPOKEN TO YOU ON THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT?—WHAT IS OFFERED ME ON THE OTHER HAND? STEPHEN ASKED. AN ETERNY OF BLISS THE PANY OF THE AN OF STUDI?—REMEMBER, CRANLY SAID, THAT HE WOULD BE GLORIFIED—AY, STEPHEN SAID SOMEWHAT BTERLY, BRIGHT, AGILE, IMPASSIBLE AND, ABOVE ALL, SUBTLE—IT IS A CUR THG, DO YOU KNOW, CRANLY SAID DISPASSNATELY, HOW YOUR MD IS SUPERSATURATED WH THE RELIGN WHICH YOU SAY YOU DISBELIEVE. DID YOU BELIEVE WHEN YOU WERE AT SCHOOL? I BET YOU DID—I DID, STEPHEN ANSWERED—AND WERE YOU HAPPIER THEN? CRANLY ASKED SOFTLY, HAPPIER THAN YOU ARE NOW, FOR STANCE?—OFTEN HAPPY, STEPHEN SAID, AND OFTEN UNHAPPY. I WAS SOMEONE ELSE THEN—HOW SOMEONE ELSE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT STATEMENT?—I MEAN, SAID STEPHEN, THAT I WAS NOT MYSELF AS I AM NOW, AS I HAD TO BEE—NOT AS YOU ARE NOW, NOT AS YOU HAD TO BEE, CRANLY REPEATED. LET ME ASK YOU A QUTN. DO YOU LOVE YOUR MOTHER?STEPHEN SHOOK HIS HEAD SLOWLY—I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR WORDS MEAN, HE SAID SIMPLY—HAVE YOU NEVER LOVED ANYONE? CRANLY ASKED—DO YOU MEAN WOMEN?—I AM NOT SPEAKG OF THAT, CRANLY SAID A LR TONE. I ASK YOU IF YOU EVER FELT LOVE TOWARDS ANYONE OR ANYTHG?STEPHEN WALKED ON BI HIS IEND, STARG GLOOY AT THE FOOTPATH—I TRIED TO LOVE GOD, HE SAID AT LENGTH. IT SEEMS NOW I FAILED. IT IS VERY DIFFICULT. I TRIED TO UNE MY WILL WH THE WILL OF GOD STANT BY STANT. IN THAT I DID NOT ALWAYS FAIL. I ULD PERHAPS DO THAT STILL—CRANLY CUT HIM SHORT BY ASKG:—HAS YOUR MOTHER HAD A HAPPY LIFE?—HOW DO I KNOW? STEPHEN SAID—HOW MANY CHILDREN HAD SHE?—NE OR TEN, STEPHEN ANSWERED. SOME DIED—WAS YOUR FATHER... CRANLY TERPTED HIMSELF FOR AN STANT, AND THEN SAID: I DON'T WANT TO PRY TO YOUR FAY AFFAIRS. BUT WAS YOUR FATHER WHAT IS LLED WELL-TO-DO? I MEAN, WHEN YOU WERE GROWG UP?—Y, STEPHEN SAID—WHAT WAS HE? CRANLY ASKED AFTER A PSESTEPHEN BEGAN TO ENUMERATE GLIBLY HIS FATHER'S ATTRIBUT—A MEDIL STUNT, AN OARSMAN, A TENOR, AN AMATR ACTOR, A SHOUTG POLICIAN, A SMALL LANDLORD, A SMALL VTOR, A DRKER, A GOOD FELLOW, A STORY-TELLER, SOMEBODY'S SECRETARY, SOMETHG A DISTILLERY, A TAX-GATHERER, A BANKPT AND AT PRENT A PRAISER OF HIS OWN PASTCRANLY LGHED, TIGHTENG HIS GRIP ON STEPHEN'S ARM, AND SAID:—THE DISTILLERY IS DAMN GOOD—IS THERE ANYTHG ELSE YOU WANT TO KNOW? STEPHEN ASKED—ARE YOU GOOD CIRCUMSTANC AT PRENT?—DO I LOOK ? STEPHEN ASKED BLUNTLY—SO THEN, CRANLY WENT ON MGLY, YOU WERE BORN THE LAP OF LUXURYHE ED THE PHRASE BROADLY AND LOUDLY AS HE OFTEN ED TECHNIL EXPRSNS, AS IF HE WISHED HIS HEARER TO UNRSTAND THAT THEY WERE ED BY HIM WHOUT NVICTN—YOUR MOTHER MT HAVE GONE THROUGH A GOOD AL OF SUFFERG, HE SAID THEN. WOULD YOU NOT TRY TO SAVE HER OM SUFFERG MORE EVEN IF... OR WOULD YOU?—IF I ULD, STEPHEN SAID, THAT WOULD ST ME VERY LTLE—THEN DO SO, CRANLY SAID. DO AS SHE WISH YOU TO DO. WHAT IS FOR YOU? YOU DISBELIEVE . IT IS A FORM: NOTHG ELSE. AND YOU WILL SET HER MD AT RTHE CEASED AND, AS STEPHEN DID NOT REPLY, REMAED SILENT. THEN, AS IF GIVG UTTERANCE TO THE PROCS OF HIS OWN THOUGHT, HE SAID:—WHATEVER ELSE IS UNSURE THIS STKG DUNGHILL OF A WORLD A MOTHER'S LOVE IS NOT. YOUR MOTHER BRGS YOU TO THE WORLD, RRI YOU FIRST HER BODY. WHAT DO WE KNOW ABOUT WHAT SHE FEELS? BUT WHATEVER SHE FEELS, , AT LEAST, MT BE REAL. IT MT BE. WHAT ARE OUR IAS OR AMBNS? PLAY. IAS! WHY, THAT BLOODY BLEATG GOAT TEMPLE HAS IAS. MACCANN HAS IAS TOO. EVERY JACKASS GOG THE ROADS THKS HE HAS IASSTEPHEN, WHO HAD BEEN LISTENG TO THE UNSPOKEN SPEECH BEHD THE WORDS, SAID WH ASSUMED RELSNS:—PASL, IF I REMEMBER RIGHTLY, WOULD NOT SUFFER HIS MOTHER TO KISS HIM AS HE FEARED THE NTACT OF HER SEX—PASL WAS A PIG, SAID CRANLY—ALOYSI GONZAGA, I THK, WAS OF THE SAME MD, STEPHEN SAID—AND HE WAS ANOTHER PIG THEN, SAID CRANLY—THE CHURCH LLS HIM A SAT, STEPHEN OBJECTED—I DON'T RE A FLAMG DAMN WHAT ANYONE LLS HIM, CRANLY SAID LY AND FLATLY. I LL HIM A PIGSTEPHEN, PREPARG THE WORDS NEATLY HIS MD, NTUED:—J, TOO, SEEMS TO HAVE TREATED HIS MOTHER WH SNT URTY PUBLIC BUT SUAREZ, A JU THEOLOGIAN AND SPANISH GENTLEMAN, HAS APOLOGIZED FOR HIM—DID THE IA EVER OCCUR TO YOU, CRANLY ASKED, THAT J WAS NOT WHAT HE PRETEND TO BE?—THE FIRST PERSON TO WHOM THAT IA OCCURRED, STEPHEN ANSWERED, WAS J HIMSELF—I MEAN, CRANLY SAID, HARNG HIS SPEECH, DID THE IA EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT HE WAS HIMSELF A NSC HYPOCRE, WHAT HE LLED THE JEWS OF HIS TIME, A WHED SEPULCHRE? OR, TO PUT MORE PLALY, THAT HE WAS A BLACKGUARD?—THAT IA NEVER OCCURRED TO ME, STEPHEN ANSWERED. BUT I AM CUR TO KNOW ARE YOU TRYG TO MAKE A NVERT OF ME OR A PERVERT OF YOURSELF?HE TURNED TOWARDS HIS IEND'S FACE AND SAW THERE A RAW SE WHICH SOME FORCE OF WILL STROVE TO MAKE FELY SIGNIFINTCRANLY ASKED SUDNLY A PLA SENSIBLE TONE:—TELL ME THE TTH. WERE YOU AT ALL SHOCKED BY WHAT I SAID?—SOMEWHAT, STEPHEN SAID—AND WHY WERE YOU SHOCKED, CRANLY PRSED ON THE SAME TONE, IF YOU FEEL SURE THAT OUR RELIGN IS FALSE AND THAT J WAS NOT THE SON OF GOD?—I AM NOT AT ALL SURE OF , STEPHEN SAID. HE IS MORE LIKE A SON OF GOD THAN A SON OF MARY—AND IS THAT WHY YOU WILL NOT MUNITE, CRANLY ASKED, BEE YOU ARE NOT SURE OF THAT TOO, BEE YOU FEEL THAT THE HOST, TOO, MAY BE THE BODY AND BLOOD OF THE SON OF GOD AND NOT A WAFER OF BREAD? AND BEE YOU FEAR THAT MAY BE?—Y, STEPHEN SAID QUIETLY, I FEEL THAT AND I ALSO FEAR —I SEE, CRANLY SAIDSTEPHEN, STCK BY HIS TONE OF CLOSURE, REOPENED THE DISCSN AT ONCE BY SAYG:—I FEAR MANY THGS: DOGS, HORS, FIRE-ARMS, THE SEA, THUNR-STORMS, MACHERY, THE UNTRY ROADS AT NIGHT—BUT WHY DO YOU FEAR A B OF BREAD?—I IMAGE, STEPHEN SAID, THAT THERE IS A MALEVOLENT REALY BEHD THOSE THGS I SAY I FEAR—DO YOU FEAR THEN, CRANLY ASKED, THAT THE GOD OF THE ROMAN THOLICS WOULD STRIKE YOU AD AND DAMN YOU IF YOU MA A SACRILEG MUNN?—THE GOD OF THE ROMAN THOLICS ULD DO THAT NOW, STEPHEN SAID. I FEAR MORE THAN THAT THE CHEMIL ACTN WHICH WOULD BE SET UP MY SOUL BY A FALSE HOMAGE TO A SYMBOL BEHD WHICH ARE MASSED TWENTY CENTURI OF THORY AND VENERATN—WOULD YOU, CRANLY ASKED, EXTREME DANGER, M THAT PARTICULAR SACRILEGE? FOR STANCE, IF YOU LIVED THE PENAL DAYS?—I NNOT ANSWER FOR THE PAST, STEPHEN REPLIED. POSSIBLY NOT—THEN, SAID CRANLY, YOU DO NOT TEND TO BEE A PROTTANT?—I SAID THAT I HAD LOST THE FAH, STEPHEN ANSWERED, BUT NOT THAT I HAD LOST SELF-RPECT. WHAT KD OF LIBERATN WOULD THAT BE TO FORSAKE AN ABSURDY WHICH IS LOGIL AND HERENT AND TO EMBRACE ONE WHICH IS ILLOGIL AND HERENT?THEY HAD WALKED ON TOWARDS THE TOWNSHIP OF PEMBROKE AND NOW, AS THEY WENT ON SLOWLY ALONG THE AVENU, THE TRE AND THE STTERED LIGHTS THE VILLAS SOOTHED THEIR MDS. THE AIR OF WEALTH AND REPOSE DIFFED ABOUT THEM SEEMED TO FORT THEIR NEEDS. BEHD A HEDGE OF LREL A LIGHT GLIMMERED THE WDOW OF A KCHEN AND THE VOICE OF A SERVANT WAS HEARD SGG AS SHE SHARPENED KNIV. SHE SANG, SHORT BROKEN BARS:ROSIE O'GRADYCRANLY STOPPED TO LISTEN, SAYG:—MULIER CANTATTHE SOFT BETY OF THE LAT WORD TOUCHED WH AN ENCHANTG TOUCH THE DARK OF THE EVENG, WH A TOUCH FATER AND MORE PERSUADG THAN THE TOUCH OF MIC OR OF A WOMAN'S HAND. THE STRIFE OF THEIR MDS WAS QUELLED. THE FIGURE OF A WOMAN AS SHE APPEARS THE LURGY OF THE CHURCH PASSED SILENTLY THROUGH THE DARKNS: A WHE-ROBED FIGURE, SMALL AND SLENR AS A BOY, AND WH A FALLG GIRDLE. HER VOICE, AIL AND HIGH AS A BOY'S, WAS HEARD TONG OM A DISTANT CHOIR THE FIRST WORDS OF A WOMAN WHICH PIERCE THE GLOOM AND CLAMOUR OF THE FIRST CHANTG OF THE PASSN:—ET TU CUM JESU GALILAEO ERASAND ALL HEARTS WERE TOUCHED AND TURNED TO HER VOICE, SHG LIKE A YOUNG STAR, SHG CLEARER AS THE VOICE TONED THE PROPAROXYTONE AND MORE FATLY AS THE NCE DIEDTHE SGG CEASED. THEY WENT ON TOGETHER, CRANLY REPEATG STRONGLY STRSED RHYTHM THE END OF THE REA:AND WHEN WE ARE MARRIEDO, HOW HAPPY WE'LL BEFOR I LOVE SWEET ROSIE O'GRADYAND ROSIE O'GRADY LOV ME—THERE'S REAL POETRY FOR YOU, HE SAID. THERE'S REAL LOVEHE GLANCED SIWAYS AT STEPHEN WH A STRANGE SE AND SAID:—DO YOU NSIR THAT POETRY? OR DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORDS MEAN?—I WANT TO SEE ROSIE FIRST, SAID STEPHEN—SHE'S EASY TO FD, CRANLY SAIDHIS HAT HAD E DOWN ON HIS FOREHEAD. HE SHOVED BACK AND THE SHADOW OF THE TRE STEPHEN SAW HIS PALE FACE, AMED BY THE DARK, AND HIS LARGE DARK EY. Y. HIS FACE WAS HANDSOME AND HIS BODY WAS STRONG AND HARD. HE HAD SPOKEN OF A MOTHER'S LOVE. HE FELT THEN THE SUFFERGS OF WOMEN, THE WEAKNS OF THEIR BODI AND SOULS; AND WOULD SHIELD THEM WH A STRONG AND ROLUTE ARM AND BOW HIS MD TO THEMAWAY THEN: IS TIME TO GO. A VOICE SPOKE SOFTLY TO STEPHEN'S LONELY HEART, BIDDG HIM GO AND TELLG HIM THAT HIS IENDSHIP WAS G TO AN END. Y; HE WOULD GO. HE ULD NOT STRIVE AGAST ANOTHER. HE KNEW HIS PART—PROBABLY I SHALL GO AWAY, HE SAID—WHERE? CRANLY ASKED—WHERE I N, STEPHEN SAID—Y, CRANLY SAID. IT MIGHT BE DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO LIVE HERE NOW. BUT IS THAT MAK YOU GO?—I HAVE TO GO, STEPHEN ANSWERED—BEE, CRANLY NTUED, YOU NEED NOT LOOK UPON YOURSELF AS DRIVEN AWAY IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO GO OR AS A HERETIC OR AN OUTLAW. THERE ARE MANY GOOD BELIEVERS WHO THK AS YOU DO. WOULD THAT SURPRISE YOU? THE CHURCH IS NOT THE STONE BUILDG NOR EVEN THE CLERGY AND THEIR DOGMAS. IT IS THE WHOLE MASS OF THOSE BORN TO . I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WISH TO DO LIFE. IS WHAT YOU TOLD ME THE NIGHT WE WERE STANDG OUTSI HARURT STREET STATN?—Y, STEPHEN SAID, SG SPE OF HIMSELF AT CRANLY'S WAY OF REMEMBERG THOUGHTS NNEXN WH PLAC. THE NIGHT YOU SPENT HALF AN HOUR WRANGLG WH DOHERTY ABOUT THE SHORTT WAY OM SALLYGAP TO LARRAS—POTHEAD! CRANLY SAID WH LM NTEMPT. WHAT DO HE KNOW ABOUT THE WAY OM SALLYGAP TO LARRAS? OR WHAT DO HE KNOW ABOUT ANYTHG FOR THAT MATTER? AND THE BIG SLOBBERG WASHG-POT HEAD OF HIM!HE BROKE TO A LOUD LONG LGH—WELL? STEPHEN SAID. DO YOU REMEMBER THE RT?—WHAT YOU SAID, IS ? CRANLY ASKED. Y, I REMEMBER . TO DISVER THE MO OF LIFE OR OF ART WHEREBY YOUR SPIR ULD EXPRS SELF UNFETTERED EEDOMSTEPHEN RAISED HIS HAT ACKNOWLEDGEMENT—FREEDOM! CRANLY REPEATED. BUT YOU ARE NOT EE ENOUGH YET TO M A SACRILEGE. TELL ME WOULD YOU ROB?—I WOULD BEG FIRST, STEPHEN SAID—AND IF YOU GOT NOTHG, WOULD YOU ROB?—YOU WISH ME TO SAY, STEPHEN ANSWERED, THAT THE RIGHTS OF PROPERTY ARE PROVISNAL, AND THAT CERTA CIRCUMSTANC IS NOT UNLAWFUL TO ROB. EVERYONE WOULD ACT THAT BELIEF. SO I WILL NOT MAKE YOU THAT ANSWER. APPLY TO THE JU THEOLOGIAN, JUAN MARIANA TALAVERA, WHO WILL ALSO EXPLA TO YOU WHAT CIRCUMSTANC YOU MAY LAWFULLY KILL YOUR KG AND WHETHER YOU HAD BETTER HAND HIM HIS POISON A GOBLET OR SMEAR FOR HIM UPON HIS ROBE OR HIS SADDLEBOW. ASK ME RATHER WOULD I SUFFER OTHERS TO ROB ME, OR IF THEY DID, WOULD I LL DOWN UPON THEM WHAT I BELIEVE IS LLED THE CHASTISEMENT OF THE SECULAR ARM?—AND WOULD YOU?—I THK, STEPHEN SAID, WOULD PA ME AS MUCH TO DO SO AS TO BE ROBBED—I SEE, CRANLY SAIDHE PRODUCED HIS MATCH AND BEGAN TO CLEAN THE CREVICE BETWEEN TWO TEETH. THEN HE SAID RELSLY:—TELL ME, FOR EXAMPLE, WOULD YOU FLOWER A VIRG?—EXCE ME, STEPHEN SAID POLELY, IS THAT NOT THE AMBN OF MOST YOUNG GENTLEMEN?—WHAT THEN IS YOUR POT OF VIEW? CRANLY ASKEDHIS LAST PHRASE, SOUR SMELLG AS THE SMOKE OF CHARAL AND DISHEARTENG, EXCED STEPHEN'S BRA, OVER WHICH S FUM SEEMED TO BROOD—LOOK HERE, CRANLY, HE SAID. YOU HAVE ASKED ME WHAT I WOULD DO AND WHAT I WOULD NOT DO. I WILL TELL YOU WHAT I WILL DO AND WHAT I WILL NOT DO. I WILL NOT SERVE THAT WHICH I NO LONGER BELIEVE, WHETHER LL SELF MY HOME, MY FATHERLAND, OR MY CHURCH: AND I WILL TRY TO EXPRS MYSELF SOME MO OF LIFE OR ART AS EELY AS I N AND AS WHOLLY AS I N, G FOR MY FENCE THE ONLY ARMS I ALLOW MYSELF TO E—SILENCE, EXILE, AND CUNNGCRANLY SEIZED HIS ARM AND STEERED HIM ROUND SO AS TO LEAD HIM BACK TOWARDS LEON PARK. HE LGHED ALMOST SLYLY AND PRSED STEPHEN'S ARM WH AN ELR'S AFFECTN—CUNNG ED! HE SAID. IS YOU? YOU POOR POET, YOU!—AND YOU MA ME NFS TO YOU, STEPHEN SAID, THRILLED BY HIS TOUCH, AS I HAVE NFSED TO YOU SO MANY OTHER THGS, HAVE I NOT?—Y, MY CHILD, CRANLY SAID, STILL GAILY—YOU MA ME NFS THE FEARS THAT I HAVE. BUT I WILL TELL YOU ALSO WHAT I DO NOT FEAR. I DO NOT FEAR TO BE ALONE OR TO BE SPURNED FOR ANOTHER OR TO LEAVE WHATEVER I HAVE TO LEAVE. AND I AM NOT AAID TO MAKE A MISTAKE, EVEN A GREAT MISTAKE, A LIFELONG MISTAKE, AND PERHAPS AS LONG AS ETERNY TOOCRANLY, NOW GRAVE AGA, SLOWED HIS PACE AND SAID:—ALONE, QUE ALONE. YOU HAVE NO FEAR OF THAT. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT WORD MEANS? NOT ONLY TO BE SEPARATE OM ALL OTHERS BUT TO HAVE NOT EVEN ONE IEND—I WILL TAKE THE RISK, SAID STEPHEN—AND NOT TO HAVE ANY ONE PERSON, CRANLY SAID, WHO WOULD BE MORE THAN A IEND, MORE EVEN THAN THE NOBLT AND TT IEND A MAN EVER HADHIS WORDS SEEMED TO HAVE STCK SOME EP CHORD HIS OWN NATURE. HAD HE SPOKEN OF HIMSELF, OF HIMSELF AS HE WAS OR WISHED TO BE? STEPHEN WATCHED HIS FACE FOR SOME MOMENTS SILENCE. A LD SADNS WAS THERE. HE HAD SPOKEN OF HIMSELF, OF HIS OWN LONELS WHICH HE FEARED—OF WHOM ARE YOU SPEAKG? STEPHEN ASKED AT LENGTHCRANLY DID NOT ANSWERMARCH 20. LONG TALK WH CRANLY ON THE SUBJECT OF MY REVOLTHE HAD HIS GRAND MANNER ON. I SUPPLE AND SUAVE. ATTACKED ME ON THE SRE OF LOVE FOR ONE'S MOTHER. TRIED TO IMAGE HIS MOTHER: NNOT. TOLD ME ONCE, A MOMENT OF THOUGHTLSNS, HIS FATHER WAS SIXTY-ONE WHEN HE WAS BORN. CAN SEE HIM. STRONG FARMER TYPE. PEPPER AND SALT SU. SQUARE FEET. UNKEMPT, GRIZZLED BEARD. PROBABLY ATTENDS URSG MATCH. PAYS HIS DU REGULARLY BUT NOT PLENTIFULLY TO FATHER DWYER OF LARRAS. SOMETIM TALKS TO GIRLS AFTER NIGHTFALL. BUT HIS MOTHER? VERY YOUNG OR VERY OLD? HARDLY THE FIRST. IF SO, CRANLY WOULD NOT HAVE SPOKEN AS HE DID. OLD THEN. PROBABLY, AND NEGLECTED. HENCE CRANLY'S SPAIR OF SOUL: THE CHILD OF EXHSTED LOSMARCH 21, MORNING. THOUGHT THIS BED LAST NIGHT BUT WAS TOO LAZY AND EE TO ADD TO . FREE, Y. THE EXHSTED LOS ARE THOSE OF ELIZABETH AND ZACCHARY. THEN HE IS THE PRECURSOR. ITEM: HE EATS CHIEFLY BELLY BAN AND DRIED FIGS. READ LOCTS AND WILD HONEY. ALSO, WHEN THKG OF HIM, SAW ALWAYS A STERN SEVERED HEAD OR ATH MASK AS IF OUTLED ON A GREY CURTA OR VERONI. DELLATN THEY LL THE GOLD. PUZZLED FOR THE MOMENT BY SAT JOHN AT THE LAT GATE. WHAT DO I SEE? A LLATED PERCURSOR TRYG TO PICK THE LOCKMARCH 21, NIGHT. FREE. SOUL EE AND FANCY EE. LET THE AD BURY THE AD. AY. AND LET THE AD MARRY THE ADMARCH 22. IN PANY WH LYNCH FOLLOWED A SIZEABLE HOSPAL NURSE. LYNCH'S IA. DISLIKE . TWO LEAN HUNGRY GREYHOUNDS WALKG AFTER A HEIFERMARCH 23. HAVE NOT SEEN HER SCE THAT NIGHT. UNWELL? SS AT THE FIRE PERHAPS WH MAMMA'S SHAWL ON HER SHOULRS. BUT NOT PEEVISH. A NICE BOWL OF GEL? WON'T YOU NOW?MARCH 24. BEGAN WH A DISCSN WH MY MOTHER. SUBJECT: B.V.M. HANDIPPED BY MY SEX AND YOUTH. TO PE HELD UP RELATNS BETWEEN J AND PAPA AGAST THOSE BETWEEN MARY AND HER SON. SAID RELIGN WAS NOT A LYG- HOSPAL. MOTHER DULGENT. SAID I HAVE A QUEER MD AND HAVE READ TOO MUCH. NOT TE. HAVE READ LTLE AND UNRSTOOD LS. THEN SHE SAID I WOULD E BACK TO FAH BEE I HAD A RTLS MD. THIS MEANS TO LEAVE CHURCH BY BACK DOOR OF S AND RE-ENTER THROUGH THE SKYLIGHT OF REPENTANCE. CANNOT REPENT. TOLD HER SO AND ASKED FOR SIXPENCE. GOT THREEPENCETHEN WENT TO LLEGE. OTHER WRANGLE WH LTLE ROUND HEAD ROGUE'S EYE GHEZZI. THIS TIME ABOUT BNO THE NOLAN. BEGAN ITALIAN AND END PIDG ENGLISH. HE SAID BNO WAS A TERRIBLE HERETIC. I SAID HE WAS TERRIBLY BURNED. HE AGREED TO THIS WH SOME SORROW. THEN GAVE ME RECIPE FOR WHAT HE LLS RISOTTO ALLA BERGAMASCA. WHEN HE PRONOUNC A SOFT O HE PROTS HIS FULL RNAL LIPS AS IF HE KISSED THE VOWEL. HAS HE? AND ULD HE REPENT? Y, HE ULD: AND CRY TWO ROUND ROGUE'S TEARS, ONE OM EACH EYECROSSG STEPHEN'S, THAT IS, MY GREEN, REMEMBERED THAT HIS UNTRYMEN AND NOT ME HAD VENTED WHAT CRANLY THE OTHER NIGHT LLED OUR RELIGN. A QUARTET OF THEM, SOLDIERS OF THE NETY-SEVENTH FANTRY REGIMENT, SAT AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS AND TOSSED UP DICE FOR THE OVERAT OF THE CCIFIEDWENT TO LIBRARY. TRIED TO READ THREE REVIEWS. USELS. SHE IS NOT OUT YET. AM I ALARMED? ABOUT WHAT? THAT SHE WILL NEVER BE OUT AGABLAKE WROTE:I WONR IF WILLIAM BOND WILL DIEFOR ASSUREDLY HE IS VERY ILLALAS, POOR WILLIAM!I WAS ONCE AT A DRAMA ROTUNDA. AT THE END WERE PICTUR OF BIG NOBS. AMONG THEM WILLIAM EWART GLADSTONE, JT THEN AD. ORCHTRA PLAYED O WILLIE, WE HAVE MISSED YOUA RACE OF CLODHOPPERS!MARCH 25, MORNING. A TROUBLED NIGHT OF DREAMS. WANT TO GET THEM OFF MY CHTA LONG CURVG GALLERY. FROM THE FLOOR ASCEND PILLARS OF DARK VAPOURS. IT IS PEOPLED BY THE IMAG OF FABULO KGS, SET STONE. THEIR HANDS ARE FOLD UPON THEIR KNE TOKEN OF WEARS AND THEIR EY ARE DARKENED FOR THE ERRORS OF MEN GO UP BEFORE THEM FOR EVER AS DARK VAPOURSSTRANGE FIGUR ADVANCE AS OM A VE. THEY ARE NOT AS TALL AS MEN. ONE DO NOT SEEM TO STAND QUE APART OM ANOTHER. THEIR FAC ARE PHOSPHORCENT, WH DARKER STREAKS. THEY PEER AT ME AND THEIR EY SEEM TO ASK ME SOMETHG. THEY DO NOT SPEAKMARCH 30. THIS EVENG CRANLY WAS THE PORCH OF THE LIBRARY, PROPOSG A PROBLEM TO DIXON AND HER BROTHER. A MOTHER LET HER CHILD FALL TO THE NILE. STILL HARPG ON THE MOTHER. A CRODILE SEIZED THE CHILD. MOTHER ASKED BACK. CRODILE SAID ALL RIGHT IF SHE TOLD HIM WHAT HE WAS GOG TO DO WH THE CHILD, EAT OR NOT EAT ITTHIS MENTALY, LEPID WOULD SAY, IS ED BRED OUT OF YOUR MUD BY THE OPERATN OF YOUR SUNAND ME? IS NOT TOO? THEN TO NILE MUD WH !APRIL 1. DISAPPROVE OF THIS LAST PHRASEAPRIL 2. SAW HER DRKG TEA AND EATG K JOHNSTON'S, MOONEY AND O'BRIEN'S. RATHER, LYNX-EYED LYNCH SAW HER AS WE PASSED. HE TELLS ME CRANLY WAS VED THERE BY BROTHER. DID HE BRG HIS CRODILE? IS HE THE SHG LIGHT NOW? WELL, I DISVERED HIM. I PROTT I DID. SHG QUIETLY BEHD A BHEL OF WICKLOW BRANAPRIL 3. MET DAV AT THE CIGAR SHOP OPPOSE FDLATER'S CHURCH. HE WAS A BLACK SWEATER AND HAD A HURLEY STICK. ASKED ME WAS TE I WAS GOG AWAY AND WHY. TOLD HIM THE SHORTT WAY TO TARA WAS VIA HOLYHEAD. JT THEN MY FATHER ME UP. INTRODUCTN. FATHER POLE AND OBSERVANT. ASKED DAV IF HE MIGHT OFFER HIM SOME REHMENT. DAV ULD NOT, WAS GOG TO A MEETG. WHEN WE ME AWAY FATHER TOLD ME HE HAD A GOOD HONT EYE. ASKED ME WHY I DID NOT JO A ROWG CLUB. I PRETEND TO THK OVER. TOLD ME THEN HOW HE BROKE PENNYFEATHER'S HEART. WANTS ME TO READ LAW. SAYS I WAS CUT OUT FOR THAT. MORE MUD, MORE CRODILAPRIL 5. WILD SPRG. SCUDDG CLOUDS. O LIFE! DARK STREAM OF SWIRLG BOGWATER ON WHICH APPLE-TRE HAVE ST DOWN THEIR LITE FLOWERS. EY OF GIRLS AMONG THE LEAV. GIRLS MURE AND ROMPG. ALL FAIR OR BURN: NO DARK ON. THEY BLH BETTER. HOUPLA!APRIL 6. CERTALY SHE REMEMBERS THE PAST. LYNCH SAYS ALL WOMEN DO. THEN SHE REMEMBERS THE TIME OF HER CHILDHOOD—AND ME, IF I WAS EVER A CHILD. THE PAST IS NSUMED THE PRENT AND THE PRENT IS LIVG ONLY BEE BRGS FORTH THE FUTURE. STATU OF WOMEN, IF LYNCH BE RIGHT, SHOULD ALWAYS BE FULLY DRAPED, ONE HAND OF THE WOMAN FEELG REGRETFULLY HER OWN HR PARTSAPRIL 6, LATER. MICHAEL ROBART REMEMBERS FOTTEN BETY AND, WHEN HIS ARMS WRAP HER ROUND, HE PRS HIS ARMS THE LOVELS WHICH HAS LONG FAD OM THE WORLD. NOT THIS. NOT AT ALL. I SIRE TO PRS MY ARMS THE LOVELS WHICH HAS NOT YET E TO THE WORLDAPRIL 10. FATLY, UNR THE HEAVY NIGHT, THROUGH THE SILENCE OF THE CY WHICH HAS TURNED OM DREAMS TO DREAMLS SLEEP AS A WEARY LOVER WHOM NO RS MOVE, THE SOUND OF HOOFS UPON THE ROAD. NOT SO FATLY NOW AS THEY E NEAR THE BRIDGE; AND A MOMENT, AS THEY PASS THE DARKENED WDOWS, THE SILENCE IS CLOVEN BY ALARM AS BY AN ARROW. THEY ARE HEARD NOW FAR AWAY, HOOFS THAT SHE AMID THE HEAVY NIGHT AS GEMS, HURRYG BEYOND THE SLEEPG FIELDS TO WHAT JOURNEY'S END—WHAT HEART? —BEARG WHAT TIDGS?APRIL 11. READ WHAT I WROTE LAST NIGHT. VAGUE WORDS FOR A VAGUE EMOTN. WOULD SHE LIKE ? I THK SO. THEN I SHOULD HAVE TO LIKE ALSOAPRIL 13. THAT TUNDISH HAS BEEN ON MY MD FOR A LONG TIME. I LOOKED UP AND FD ENGLISH AND GOOD OLD BLUNT ENGLISH TOO. DAMN THE AN OF STUDI AND HIS FUNNEL! WHAT DID HE E HERE FOR TO TEACH HIS OWN LANGUAGE OR TO LEARN OM . DAMN HIM ONE WAY OR THE OTHER!APRIL 14. JOHN ALPHONS MULRENNAN HAS JT RETURNED OM THE WT OF IRELAND. EUROPEAN AND ASIATIC PAPERS PLEASE PY. HE TOLD HE MET AN OLD MAN THERE A MOUNTA B. OLD MAN HAD RED EY AND SHORT PIPE. OLD MAN SPOKE IRISH. MULRENNAN SPOKE IRISH. THEN OLD MAN AND MULRENNAN SPOKE ENGLISH. MULRENNAN SPOKE TO HIM ABOUT UNIVERSE AND STARS. OLD MAN SAT, LISTENED, SMOKED, SPAT. THEN SAID:—AH, THERE MT BE TERRIBLE QUEER CREATUR AT THE LATTER END OF THE WORLDI FEAR HIM. I FEAR HIS RED-RIMMED HORNY EY. IT IS WH HIM I MT STGGLE ALL THROUGH THIS NIGHT TILL DAY E, TILL HE OR I LIE AD, GRIPPG HIM BY THE SEWY THROAT TILL... TILL WHAT? TILL HE YIELD TO ME? NO. I MEAN NO HARMAPRIL 15. MET HER TODAY POT BLANK GRAFTON STREET. THE CROWD BROUGHT TOGETHER. WE BOTH STOPPED. SHE ASKED ME WHY I NEVER ME, SAID SHE HAD HEARD ALL SORTS OF STORI ABOUT ME. THIS WAS ONLY TO GA TIME. ASKED ME WAS I WRG POEMS? ABOUT WHOM? I ASKED HER. THIS NFED HER MORE AND I FELT SORRY AND MEAN. TURNED OFF THAT VALVE AT ONCE AND OPENED THE SPIRUAL-HEROIC REIGERATG APPARAT, VENTED AND PATENTED ALL UNTRI BY DANTE ALIGHIERI. TALKED RAPIDLY OF MYSELF AND MY PLANS. IN THE MIDST OF UNLUCKILY I MA A SUDN GTURE OF A REVOLUTNARY NATURE. I MT HAVE LOOKED LIKE A FELLOW THROWG A HANDFUL OF PEAS TO THE AIR. PEOPLE BEGAN TO LOOK AT . SHE SHOOK HANDS A MOMENT AFTER AND, GOG AWAY, SAID SHE HOPED I WOULD DO WHAT I SAIDNOW I LL THAT IENDLY, DON'T YOU?Y, I LIKED HER TODAY. A LTLE OR MUCH? DON'T KNOW. I LIKED HER AND SEEMS A NEW FEELG TO ME. THEN, THAT SE, ALL THE RT, ALL THAT I THOUGHT I THOUGHT AND ALL THAT I FELT I FELT, ALL THE RT BEFORE NOW, FACT... O, GIVE UP, OLD CHAP! SLEEP OFF!APRIL 16. AWAY! AWAY!THE SPELL OF ARMS AND VOIC: THE WHE ARMS OF ROADS, THEIR PROMISE OF CLOSE EMBRAC AND THE BLACK ARMS OF TALL SHIPS THAT STAND AGAST THE MOON, THEIR TALE OF DISTANT NATNS. THEY ARE HELD OUT TO SAY: WE ARE ALONE—E. AND THE VOIC SAY WH THEM: WE ARE YOUR KSMEN. AND THE AIR IS THICK WH THEIR PANY AS THEY LL TO ME, THEIR KSMAN, MAKG READY TO GO, SHAKG THE WGS OF THEIR EXULTANT AND TERRIBLE YOUTHAPRIL 26. MOTHER IS PUTTG MY NEW SENDHAND CLOTH ORR. SHE PRAYS NOW, SHE SAYS, THAT I MAY LEARN MY OWN LIFE AND AWAY OM HOME AND IENDS WHAT THE HEART IS AND WHAT FEELS. AMEN. SO BE . WELE, O LIFE, I GO TO ENUNTER FOR THE LNTH TIME THE REALY OF EXPERIENCE AND TO FE THE SMHY OF MY SOUL THE UNCREATED NSCIENCE OF MY RACEAPRIL 27. OLD FATHER, OLD ARTIFICER, STAND ME NOW AND EVER GOOD STEAD2EMBEDCANCELHOW TO FORMAT LYRICS:TYPE OUT ALL LYRICS, EVEN REPEATG SONG PARTS LIKE THE CHOSLYRICS SHOULD BE BROKEN DOWN TO DIVIDUAL LUSE SECTN HEARS ABOVE DIFFERENT SONG PARTS LIKE [VERSE], [CHOS], ETC.USE ALICS (<I>LYRIC</I>) AND BOLD (<B>LYRIC</B>) TO DISTGUISH BETWEEN DIFFERENT VOLISTS THE SAME SONG PARTIF YOU DON’T UNRSTAND A LYRIC, E [?]TO LEARN MORE, CHECK OUT OUR TRANSCRIPTN GUI OR VIS OUR TRANSCRIBERS FOMABOUT

DWIGHT HOWARD SUED BY MAN CLAIMG NBA STAR FORCED HIM TO HAVE GAY THREOME

“Two Lov” and the “love that dare not speak s name” were ed as evince to nmn Wil of homosexualy. I don’t thk that Mulligan or Stephen is necsarily secretly gay, but I do thk that their iendship was once closer and more timate than we see “Telemach.

A PORTRA OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN (CHAP. 5)JAM JOYCETRACK 5 ON A PORTRA OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN 1 VIEWER19K VIEWS27 CONTRIBUTORSA PORTRA OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN (CHAP. 5) LYRICSHE DRAED HIS THIRD CUP OF WATERY TEA TO THE DREGS AND SET TO CHEWG THE CSTS OF IED BREAD THAT WERE STTERED NEAR HIM, STARG TO THE DARK POOL OF THE JAR. THE YELLOW DRIPPG HAD BEEN SOPED OUT LIKE A BOGHOLE AND THE POOL UNR BROUGHT BACK TO HIS MEMORY THE DARK TURF-LOURED WATER OF THE BATH CLONGOW. THE BOX OF PAWN TICKETS AT HIS ELBOW HAD JT BEEN RIFLED AND HE TOOK UP IDLY ONE AFTER ANOTHER HIS GREASY FGERS THE BLUE AND WHE DOCKETS, SCRAWLED AND SAND AND CREASED AND BEARG THE NAME OF THE PLEDGER AS DALY OR MACEVOY.1 PAIR BKS1 D. COAT3 ARTICL AND WHE1 MAN'S PANTSTHEN HE PUT THEM ASI AND GAZED THOUGHTFULLY AT THE LID OF THE BOX, SPECKLED WH LOE MARKS, AND ASKED VAGUELY:—HOW MUCH IS THE CLOCK FAST NOW?HIS MOTHER STRAIGHTENED THE BATTERED ALARM CLOCK THAT WAS LYG ON S SI THE MIDDLE OF THE MANTELPIECE UNTIL S DIAL SHOWED A QUARTER TO TWELVE AND THEN LAID ONCE MORE ON S SI.—AN HOUR AND TWENTY-FIVE MUT, SHE SAID. THE RIGHT TIME NOW IS TWENTY PAST TEN. THE AR KNOWS YOU MIGHT TRY TO BE TIME FOR YOUR LECTUR.—FILL OUT THE PLACE FOR ME TO WASH, SAID STEPHEN.—KATEY, FILL OUT THE PLACE FOR STEPHEN TO WASH.—BOODY, FILL OUT THE PLACE FOR STEPHEN TO WASH.—I N'T, I'M GOG FOR BLUE. FILL OUT, YOU, MAGGY.WHEN THE ENAMELLED BAS HAD BEEN FTED TO THE WELL OF THE SK AND THE OLD WASHG GLOVE FLUNG ON THE SI OF HE ALLOWED HIS MOTHER TO SCB HIS NECK AND ROOT TO THE FOLDS OF HIS EARS AND TO THE TERSTIC AT THE WGS OF HIS NOSE.—WELL, 'S A POOR SE, SHE SAID, WHEN A UNIVERSY STUNT IS SO DIRTY THAT HIS MOTHER HAS TO WASH HIM.—BUT GIV YOU PLEASURE, SAID STEPHEN LMLY.AN EAR-SPLTG WHISTLE WAS HEARD OM UPSTAIRS AND HIS MOTHER THST A DAMP OVERALL TO HIS HANDS, SAYG:—DRY YOURSELF AND HURRY OUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOODNS.A SEND SHRILL WHISTLE, PROLONGED ANGRILY, BROUGHT ONE OF THE GIRLS TO THE FOOT OF THE STAIRSE.—Y, FATHER?—IS YOUR LAZY BCH OF A BROTHER GONE OUT YET?—Y, FATHER.—SURE?—Y, FATHER.—HM!THE GIRL ME BACK, MAKG SIGNS TO HIM TO BE QUICK AND GO OUT QUIETLY BY THE BACK. STEPHEN LGHED AND SAID:—HE HAS A CUR IA OF GENRS IF HE THKS A BCH IS MASCULE.—AH, 'S A SNDALO SHAME FOR YOU, STEPHEN, SAID HIS MOTHER, AND YOU'LL LIVE TO E THE DAY YOU SET YOUR FOOT THAT PLACE. I KNOW HOW HAS CHANGED YOU.—GOOD MORNG, EVERYBODY, SAID STEPHEN, SG AND KISSG THE TIPS OF HIS FGERS ADI.THE LANE BEHD THE TERRACE WAS WATERLOGGED AND AS HE WENT DOWN SLOWLY, CHOOSG HIS STEPS AMID HEAPS OF WET BBISH, HE HEARD A MAD NUN SCREECHG THE NUNS' MADHOE BEYOND THE WALL.—J! O J! J!HE SHOOK THE SOUND OUT OF HIS EARS BY AN ANGRY TOSS OF HIS HEAD AND HURRIED ON, STUMBLG THROUGH THE MOULRG OFFAL, HIS HEART ALREADY BTEN BY AN ACHE OF LOATHG AND BTERNS. HIS FATHER'S WHISTLE, HIS MOTHER'S MUTTERGS, THE SCREECH OF AN UNSEEN MANIAC WERE TO HIM NOW SO MANY VOIC OFFENDG AND THREATENG TO HUMBLE THE PRI OF HIS YOUTH. HE DROVE THEIR ECHO EVEN OUT OF HIS HEART WH AN EXECRATN; BUT, AS HE WALKED DOWN THE AVENUE AND FELT THE GREY MORNG LIGHT FALLG ABOUT HIM THROUGH THE DRIPPG TRE AND SMELT THE STRANGE WILD SMELL OF THE WET LEAV AND BARK, HIS SOUL WAS LOOSED OF HER MISERI.THE RA-LAN TRE OF THE AVENUE EVOKED HIM, AS ALWAYS, MEMORI OF THE GIRLS AND WOMEN THE PLAYS OF GERHART HPTMANN; AND THE MEMORY OF THEIR PALE SORROWS AND THE AGRANCE FALLG OM THE WET BRANCH MGLED A MOOD OF QUIET JOY. HIS MORNG WALK ACROSS THE CY HAD BEGUN, AND HE FOREKNEW THAT AS HE PASSED THE SLOBLANDS OF FAIRVIEW HE WOULD THK OF THE CLOISTRAL SILVER-VEED PROSE OF NEWMAN; THAT AS HE WALKED ALONG THE NORTH STRAND ROAD, GLANCG IDLY AT THE WDOWS OF THE PROVISN SHOPS, HE WOULD RELL THE DARK HUMOUR OF GUIDO CAVALNTI AND SE; THAT AS HE WENT BY BAIRD'S STONECUTTG WORKS TALBOT PLACE THE SPIR OF IBSEN WOULD BLOW THROUGH HIM LIKE A KEEN WD, A SPIR OF WAYWARD BOYISH BETY; AND THAT PASSG A GRIMY MARE ALER'S SHOP BEYOND THE LIFFEY HE WOULD REPEAT THE SONG BY BEN JONSON WHICH BEGS:I WAS NOT WEARIER WHERE I LAYHIS MD WHEN WEARIED OF S SEARCH FOR THE SENCE OF BETY AMID THE SPECTRAL WORDS OF ARISTOTLE OR AQUAS TURNED OFTEN FOR S PLEASURE TO THE DATY SONGS OF THE ELIZABETHANS. HIS MD, THE VTURE OF A DOUBTG MONK, STOOD OFTEN SHADOW UNR THE WDOWS OF THAT AGE, TO HEAR THE GRAVE AND MOCKG MIC OF THE LUTENISTS OR THE ANK LGHTER OF WAIST-ATEERS UNTIL A LGH TOO LOW, A PHRASE, TARNISHED BY TIME, OF CHAMBERG AND FALSE HONOUR STUNG HIS MONKISH PRI AND DROVE HIM ON OM HIS LURKG-PLACETHE LORE WHICH HE WAS BELIEVED TO PASS HIS DAYS BROODG UPON SO THAT HAD RAPT HIM OM THE PANNSHIP OF YOUTH WAS ONLY A GARNER OF SLENR SENTENC OM ARISTOTLE'S POETICS AND PSYCHOLOGY AND A SYNOPSIS PHILOSOPHIAE SCHOLASTICAE AD MENTEM DIVI THOMAE. HIS THKG WAS A DK OF DOUBT AND SELF-MISTST, L UP AT MOMENTS BY THE LIGHTNGS OF TUN, BUT LIGHTNGS OF SO CLEAR A SPLENDOUR THAT THOSE MOMENTS THE WORLD PERISHED ABOUT HIS FEET AS IF HAD BEEN FIRE-NSUMED; AND THEREAFTER HIS TONGUE GREW HEAVY AND HE MET THE EY OF OTHERS WH UNANSWERG EY, FOR HE FELT THAT THE SPIR OF BETY HAD FOLD HIM ROUND LIKE A MANTLE AND THAT REVERY AT LEAST HE HAD BEEN ACQUATED WH NOBILY. BUT WHEN THIS BRIEF PRI OF SILENCE UPHELD HIM NO LONGER HE WAS GLAD TO FD HIMSELF STILL THE MIDST OF MON LIV, PASSG ON HIS WAY AMID THE SQUALOR AND NOISE AND SLOTH OF THE CY FEARLSLY AND WH A LIGHT HEARTNEAR THE HOARDGS ON THE NAL HE MET THE NSUMPTIVE MAN WH THE DOLL'S FACE AND THE BRIMLS HAT G TOWARDS HIM DOWN THE SLOPE OF THE BRIDGE WH LTLE STEPS, TIGHTLY BUTTONED TO HIS CHOLATE OVERAT, AND HOLDG HIS FURLED UMBRELLA A SPAN OR TWO OM HIM LIKE A DIVG ROD. IT MT BE ELEVEN, HE THOUGHT, AND PEERED TO A DAIRY TO SEE THE TIME. THE CLOCK THE DAIRY TOLD HIM THAT WAS FIVE MUT TO FIVE BUT, AS HE TURNED AWAY, HE HEARD A CLOCK SOMEWHERE NEAR HIM, BUT UNSEEN, BEATG ELEVEN STROK SWIFT PRECISN. HE LGHED AS HE HEARD FOR MA HIM THK OF MCCANN, AND HE SAW HIM A SQUAT FIGURE A SHOOTG JACKET AND BREECH AND WH A FAIR GOATEE, STANDG THE WD AT HOPKS' RNER, AND HEARD HIM SAY:—DEDAL, YOU'RE AN ANTISOCIAL BEG, WRAPPED UP YOURSELF. I'M NOT. I'M A MOCRAT AND I'LL WORK AND ACT FOR SOCIAL LIBERTY AND EQUALY AMONG ALL CLASS AND SEX THE UNED STAT OF THE EUROPE OF THE FUTUREELEVEN! THEN HE WAS LATE FOR THAT LECTURE TOO. WHAT DAY OF THE WEEK WAS ? HE STOPPED AT A NEWSAGENT'S TO READ THE HEADLE OF A PLARD. THURSDAY. TEN TO ELEVEN, ENGLISH; ELEVEN TO TWELVE, FRENCH; TWELVE TO ONE, PHYSICS. HE FANCIED TO HIMSELF THE ENGLISH LECTURE AND FELT, EVEN AT THAT DISTANCE, RTLS AND HELPLS. HE SAW THE HEADS OF HIS CLASSMAT MEEKLY BENT AS THEY WROTE THEIR NOTEBOOKS THE POTS THEY WERE BIDN TO NOTE, NOMAL FNS, SENTIAL FNS AND EXAMPL OR DAT OF BIRTH OR ATH, CHIEF WORKS, A FAVOURABLE AND AN UNFAVOURABLE CRICISM SI BY SI. HIS OWN HEAD WAS UNBENT FOR HIS THOUGHTS WANRED ABROAD AND WHETHER HE LOOKED AROUND THE LTLE CLASS OF STUNTS OR OUT OF THE WDOW ACROSS THE SOLATE GARNS OF THE GREEN AN ODOUR ASSAILED HIM OF CHEERLS CELLAR-DAMP AND Y. ANOTHER HEAD THAN HIS, RIGHT BEFORE HIM THE FIRST BENCH, WAS POISED SQUARELY ABOVE S BENDG FELLOWS LIKE THE HEAD OF A PRIT APPEALG WHOUT HUY TO THE TABERNACLE FOR THE HUMBLE WORSHIPPERS ABOUT HIM. WHY WAS THAT WHEN HE THOUGHT OF CRANLY HE ULD NEVER RAISE BEFORE HIS MD THE ENTIRE IMAGE OF HIS BODY BUT ONLY THE IMAGE OF THE HEAD AND FACE? EVEN NOW AGAST THE GREY CURTA OF THE MORNG HE SAW BEFORE HIM LIKE THE PHANTOM OF A DREAM, THE FACE OF A SEVERED HEAD OR ATH-MASK, CROWNED ON THE BROWS BY S STIFF BLACK UPRIGHT HAIR AS BY AN IRON CROWN. IT WAS A PRIT-LIKE FACE, PRIT-LIKE S PALOR, THE WI WGED NOSE, THE SHADOWGS BELOW THE EY AND ALONG THE JAWS, PRIT-LIKE THE LIPS THAT WERE LONG AND BLOODLS AND FATLY SG; AND STEPHEN, REMEMBERG SWIFTLY HOW HE HAD TOLD CRANLY OF ALL THE TUMULTS AND UNRT AND LONGGS HIS SOUL, DAY AFTER DAY AND NIGHT BY NIGHT, ONLY TO BE ANSWERED BY HIS IEND'S LISTENG SILENCE, WOULD HAVE TOLD HIMSELF THAT WAS THE FACE OF A GUILTY PRIT WHO HEARD NFSNS OF THOSE WHOM HE HAD NOT POWER TO ABSOLVE BUT THAT HE FELT AGA MEMORY THE GAZE OF S DARK WOMANISH EYTHROUGH THIS IMAGE HE HAD A GLIMPSE OF A STRANGE DARK VERN OF SPECULATN BUT AT ONCE TURNED AWAY OM , FEELG THAT WAS NOT YET THE HOUR TO ENTER . BUT THE NIGHTSHA OF HIS IEND'S LISTLSNS SEEMED TO BE DIFFG THE AIR AROUND HIM A TENUO AND ADLY EXHALATN AND HE FOUND HIMSELF GLANCG OM ONE SUAL WORD TO ANOTHER ON HIS RIGHT OR LEFT STOLID WONR THAT THEY HAD BEEN SO SILENTLY EMPTIED OF STANTANEO SENSE UNTIL EVERY MEAN SHOP LEGEND BOUND HIS MD LIKE THE WORDS OF A SPELL AND HIS SOUL SHRIVELLED UP SIGHG WH AGE AS HE WALKED ON A LANE AMONG HEAPS OF AD LANGUAGE. HIS OWN NSCNS OF LANGUAGE WAS EBBG OM HIS BRA AND TRICKLG TO THE VERY WORDS THEMSELV WHICH SET TO BAND AND DISBAND THEMSELV WAYWARD RHYTHMS:THE IVY WH UPON THE WALLAND WH AND TW UPON THE WALLTHE YELLOW IVY UPON THE WALLIVY, IVY UP THE WALLDID ANYONE EVER HEAR SUCH DRIVEL? LORD ALMIGHTY! WHO EVER HEARD OF IVY WHG ON A WALL? YELLOW IVY; THAT WAS ALL RIGHT. YELLOW IVORY ALSO. AND WHAT ABOUT IVORY IVY?THE WORD NOW SHONE HIS BRA, CLEARER AND BRIGHTER THAN ANY IVORY SAWN OM THE MOTTLED TKS OF ELEPHANTS. IVORY, IVOIRE, AVORIO, EBUR. ONE OF THE FIRST EXAMPL THAT HE HAD LEARNT LAT HAD N: INDIA MITTIT EBUR; AND HE RELLED THE SHREWD NORTHERN FACE OF THE RECTOR WHO HAD TGHT HIM TO NSTE THE METAMORPHOS OF OVID A URTLY ENGLISH, MA WHIMSIL BY THE MENTN OF PORKERS AND POTSHERDS AND CH OF BAN. HE HAD LEARNT WHAT LTLE HE KNEW OF THE LAWS OF LAT VERSE OM A RAGGED BOOK WRTEN BY A PORTUGUE PRITCONTRAH ORATOR, VARIANT RME VATTHE CRIS AND VICTORI AND SECSNS ROMAN HISTORY WERE HAND ON TO HIM THE TRE WORDS IN TANTO DISCRIMINE AND HE HAD TRIED TO PEER TO THE SOCIAL LIFE OF THE CY OF CI THROUGH THE WORDS IMPLERE OLLAM DENARIORUM WHICH THE RECTOR HAD RENRED SONOROLY AS THE FILLG OF A POT WH NARI. THE PAG OF HIS TIME-WORN HORACE NEVER FELT LD TO THE TOUCH EVEN WHEN HIS OWN FGERS WERE LD; THEY WERE HUMAN PAG AND FIFTY YEARS BEFORE THEY HAD BEEN TURNED BY THE HUMAN FGERS OF JOHN DUNN INVERARY AND BY HIS BROTHER, WILLIAM MALLM INVERARY. Y, THOSE WERE NOBLE NAM ON THE DKY FLYLEAF AND, EVEN FOR SO POOR A LATIST AS HE, THE DKY VERS WERE AS AGRANT AS THOUGH THEY HAD LA ALL THOSE YEARS MYRTLE AND LAVENR AND VERVA; BUT YET WOUND HIM TO THK THAT HE WOULD NEVER BE BUT A SHY GUT AT THE FEAST OF THE WORLD'S CULTURE AND THAT THE MONKISH LEARNG, TERMS OF WHICH HE WAS STRIVG TO FE OUT AN THETIC PHILOSOPHY, WAS HELD NO HIGHER BY THE AGE HE LIVED THAN THE SUBTLE AND CUR JARGONS OF HERALDRY AND FALNRYTHE GREY BLOCK OF TRY ON HIS LEFT, SET HEAVILY THE CY'S IGNORANCE LIKE A DULL STONE SET A CUMBRO RG, PULLED HIS MD DOWNWARD AND WHILE HE WAS STRIVG THIS WAY AND THAT TO EE HIS FEET OM THE FETTERS OF THE REFORMED NSCIENCE HE ME UPON THE DROLL STATUE OF THE NATNAL POET OF IRELANDHE LOOKED AT WHOUT ANGER; FOR, THOUGH SLOTH OF THE BODY AND OF THE SOUL CREPT OVER LIKE UNSEEN VERM, OVER THE SHUFFLG FEET AND UP THE FOLDS OF THE CLOAK AND AROUND THE SERVILE HEAD, SEEMED HUMBLY NSC OF S DIGNY. IT WAS A FIRBOLG THE BORROWED CLOAK OF A MILIAN; AND HE THOUGHT OF HIS IEND DAV, THE PEASANT STUNT. IT WAS A JTG NAME BETWEEN THEM, BUT THE YOUNG PEASANT BORE WH LIGHTLY:—GO ON, STEVIE, I HAVE A HARD HEAD, YOU TELL ME. CALL ME WHAT YOU WILLTHE HOMELY VERSN OF HIS CHRISTIAN NAME ON THE LIPS OF HIS IEND HAD TOUCHED STEPHEN PLEASANTLY WHEN FIRST HEARD FOR HE WAS AS FORMAL SPEECH WH OTHERS AS THEY WERE WH HIM. OFTEN, AS HE SAT DAV'S ROOMS GRANTHAM STREET, WONRG AT HIS IEND'S WELL-MA BOOTS THAT FLANKED THE WALL PAIR BY PAIR AND REPEATG FOR HIS IEND'S SIMPLE EAR THE VERS AND NC OF OTHERS WHICH WERE THE VEILS OF HIS OWN LONGG AND JECTN, THE FIRBOLG MD OF HIS LISTENER HAD DRAWN HIS MD TOWARDS AND FLUNG BACK AGA, DRAWG BY A QUIET BRED URTY OF ATTENTN OR BY A QUAT TURN OF OLD ENGLISH SPEECH OR BY THE FORCE OF S LIGHT BODILY SKILL—FOR DAV HAD SAT AT THE FEET OF MICHAEL CACK, THE GAEL—REPELLG SWIFTLY AND SUDNLY BY A GROSSNS OF TELLIGENCE OR BY A BLUNTNS OF FEELG OR BY A DULL STARE OF TERROR THE EY, THE TERROR OF SOUL OF A STARVG IRISH VILLAGE WHICH THE CURFEW WAS STILL A NIGHTLY FEARSI BY SI WH HIS MEMORY OF THE EDS OF PROWS OF HIS UNCLE MAT DAV, THE ATHLETE, THE YOUNG PEASANT WORSHIPPED THE SORROWFUL LEGEND OF IRELAND. THE GOSSIP OF HIS FELLOW-STUNTS WHICH STROVE TO RENR THE FLAT LIFE OF THE LLEGE SIGNIFINT AT ANY ST LOVED TO THK OF HIM AS A YOUNG FENIAN. HIS NURSE HAD TGHT HIM IRISH AND SHAPED HIS IMAGATN BY THE BROKEN LIGHTS OF IRISH MYTH. HE STOOD TOWARDS THE MYTH UPON WHICH NO DIVIDUAL MD HAD EVER DRAWN OUT A LE OF BETY AND TO S UNWIELDY TAL THAT DIVID AGAST THEMSELV AS THEY MOVED DOWN THE CYCL THE SAME ATTU AS TOWARDS THE ROMAN THOLIC RELIGN, THE ATTU OF A DULL-WTED LOYAL SERF. WHATSOEVER OF THOUGHT OR OF FEELG ME TO HIM OM ENGLAND OR BY WAY OF ENGLISH CULTURE HIS MD STOOD ARMED AGAST OBEDIENCE TO A PASSWORD; AND OF THE WORLD THAT LAY BEYOND ENGLAND HE KNEW ONLY THE FOREIGN LEGN OF FRANCE WHICH HE SPOKE OF SERVGCOUPLG THIS AMBN WH THE YOUNG MAN'S HUMOUR STEPHEN HAD OFTEN LLED HIM ONE OF THE TAME GEE AND THERE WAS EVEN A POT OF IRRATN THE NAME POTED AGAST THAT VERY RELUCTANCE OF SPEECH AND ED HIS IEND WHICH SEEMED SO OFTEN TO STAND BETWEEN STEPHEN'S MD, EAGER OF SPECULATN, AND THE HIDN WAYS OF IRISH LIFEONE NIGHT THE YOUNG PEASANT, HIS SPIR STUNG BY THE VLENT OR LUXUR LANGUAGE WHICH STEPHEN PED OM THE LD SILENCE OF TELLECTUAL REVOLT, HAD LLED UP BEFORE STEPHEN'S MD A STRANGE VISN. THE TWO WERE WALKG SLOWLY TOWARDS DAV'S ROOMS THROUGH THE DARK NARROW STREETS OF THE POORER JEWS—A THG HAPPENED TO MYSELF, STEVIE, LAST TUMN, G ON WTER, AND I NEVER TOLD TO A LIVG SOUL AND YOU ARE THE FIRST PERSON NOW I EVER TOLD TO. I DISREMEMBER IF WAS OCTOBER OR NOVEMBER. IT WAS OCTOBER BEE WAS BEFORE I ME UP HERE TO JO THE MATRICULATN CLASSSTEPHEN HAD TURNED HIS SG EY TOWARDS HIS IEND'S FACE, FLATTERED BY HIS NFINCE AND WON OVER TO SYMPATHY BY THE SPEAKER'S SIMPLE ACCENT—I WAS AWAY ALL THAT DAY OM MY OWN PLACE OVER BUTTEVANT—I DON'T KNOW IF YOU KNOW WHERE THAT IS—AT A HURLG MATCH BETWEEN THE CROKE'S OWN BOYS AND THE FEARLS THURL AND BY GOD, STEVIE, THAT WAS THE HARD FIGHT. MY FIRST , FONSY DAV, WAS STRIPPED TO HIS BUFF THAT DAY MDG OL FOR THE LIMERICKS BUT HE WAS UP WH THE FORWARDS HALF THE TIME AND SHOUTG LIKE MAD. I NEVER WILL FET THAT DAY. ONE OF THE CROK MA A WOEFUL WIPE AT HIM ONE TIME WH HIS MAN AND I CLARE TO GOD HE WAS WH AN AIM'S ACE OF GETTG AT THE SI OF HIS TEMPLE. OH, HONT TO GOD, IF THE CROOK OF UGHT HIM THAT TIME HE WAS DONE FOR—I AM GLAD HE PED, STEPHEN HAD SAID WH A LGH, BUT SURELY THAT'S NOT THE STRANGE THG THAT HAPPENED YOU?—WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT DON'T TERT YOU, BUT LEASTWAYS THERE WAS SUCH NOISE AFTER THE MATCH THAT I MISSED THE TRA HOME AND I ULDN'T GET ANY KD OF A YOKE TO GIVE ME A LIFT FOR, AS LUCK WOULD HAVE , THERE WAS A MASS MEETG THAT SAME DAY OVER CASTLETOWNROCHE AND ALL THE RS THE UNTRY WERE THERE. SO THERE WAS NOTHG FOR ONLY TO STAY THE NIGHT OR TO FOOT OUT. WELL, I STARTED TO WALK AND ON I WENT AND WAS G ON NIGHT WHEN I GOT TO THE BALLYHOURA HILLS, THAT'S BETTER THAN TEN OM KILMALLOCK AND THERE'S A LONG LONELY ROAD AFTER THAT. YOU WOULDN'T SEE THE SIGN OF A CHRISTIAN HOE ALONG THE ROAD OR HEAR A SOUND. IT WAS PCH DARK ALMOST. ONCE OR TWICE I STOPPED BY THE WAY UNR A BH TO REDN MY PIPE AND ONLY FOR THE W WAS THICK I'D HAVE STRETCHED OUT THERE AND SLEPT. AT LAST, AFTER A BEND OF THE ROAD, I SPIED A LTLE TTAGE WH A LIGHT THE WDOW. I WENT UP AND KNOCKED AT THE DOOR. A VOICE ASKED WHO WAS THERE AND I ANSWERED I WAS OVER AT THE MATCH BUTTEVANT AND WAS WALKG BACK AND THAT I'D BE THANKFUL FOR A GLASS OF WATER. AFTER A WHILE A YOUNG WOMAN OPENED THE DOOR AND BROUGHT ME OUT A BIG MUG OF K. SHE WAS HALF UNDRSED AS IF SHE WAS GOG TO BED WHEN I KNOCKED AND SHE HAD HER HAIR HANGG AND I THOUGHT BY HER FIGURE AND BY SOMETHG THE LOOK OF HER EY THAT SHE MT BE RRYG A CHILD. SHE KEPT ME TALK A LONG WHILE AT THE DOOR, AND I THOUGHT STRANGE BEE HER BREAST AND HER SHOULRS WERE BARE. SHE ASKED ME WAS I TIRED AND WOULD I LIKE TO STOP THE NIGHT THERE. SHE SAID SHE WAS ALL ALONE THE HOE AND THAT HER HBAND HAD GONE THAT MORNG TO QUEENSTOWN WH HIS SISTER TO SEE HER OFF. AND ALL THE TIME SHE WAS TALKG, STEVIE, SHE HAD HER EY FIXED ON MY FACE AND SHE STOOD SO CLOSE TO ME I ULD HEAR HER BREATHG. WHEN I HAND HER BACK THE MUG AT LAST SHE TOOK MY HAND TO DRAW ME OVER THE THRHOLD AND SAID: 'COME IN AND STAY THE NIGHT HERE. YOU'VE NO CALL TO BE FRIGHTENED. THERE'S NO ONE IN IT BUT OURSELVES...' I DIDN'T GO , STEVIE. I THANKED HER AND WENT ON MY WAY AGA, ALL A FEVER. AT THE FIRST BEND OF THE ROAD I LOOKED BACK AND SHE WAS STANDG AT THE DOORTHE LAST WORDS OF DAV'S STORY SANG HIS MEMORY AND THE FIGURE OF THE WOMAN THE STORY STOOD FORTH REFLECTED OTHER FIGUR OF THE PEASANT WOMEN WHOM HE HAD SEEN STANDG THE DOORWAYS AT CLANE AS THE LLEGE RS DROVE BY, AS A TYPE OF HER RACE AND OF HIS OWN, A BAT-LIKE SOUL WAKG TO THE NSCNS OF SELF DARKNS AND SECRECY AND LONELS AND, THROUGH THE EY AND VOICE AND GTURE OF A WOMAN WHOUT GUILE, LLG THE STRANGER TO HER BEDA HAND WAS LAID ON HIS ARM AND A YOUNG VOICE CRIED:—AH, GENTLEMAN, YOUR OWN GIRL, SIR! THE FIRST HANDSEL TODAY, GENTLEMAN. BUY THAT LOVELY BUNCH. WILL YOU, GENTLEMAN?THE BLUE FLOWERS WHICH SHE LIFTED TOWARDS HIM AND HER YOUNG BLUE EY SEEMED TO HIM AT THAT STANT IMAG OF GUILELSNS, AND HE HALTED TILL THE IMAGE HAD VANISHED AND HE SAW ONLY HER RAGGED DRS AND DAMP ARSE HAIR AND HOYNISH FACE—DO, GENTLEMAN! DON'T FET YOUR OWN GIRL, SIR!—I HAVE NO MONEY, SAID STEPHEN—BUY THEM LOVELY ON, WILL YOU, SIR? ONLY A PENNY—DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID? ASKED STEPHEN, BENDG TOWARDS HER. I TOLD YOU I HAD NO MONEY. I TELL YOU AGA NOW—WELL, SURE, YOU WILL SOME DAY, SIR, PLEASE GOD, THE GIRL ANSWERED AFTER AN STANT—POSSIBLY, SAID STEPHEN, BUT I DON'T THK LIKELYHE LEFT HER QUICKLY, FEARG THAT HER TIMACY MIGHT TURN TO JIBG AND WISHG TO BE OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE SHE OFFERED HER WARE TO ANOTHER, A TOURIST OM ENGLAND OR A STUNT OF TRY. GRAFTON STREET, ALONG WHICH HE WALKED, PROLONGED THAT MOMENT OF DISURAGED POVERTY. IN THE ROADWAY AT THE HEAD OF THE STREET A SLAB WAS SET TO THE MEMORY OF WOLFE TONE AND HE REMEMBERED HAVG BEEN PRENT WH HIS FATHER AT S LAYG. HE REMEMBERED WH BTERNS THAT SCENE OF TAWDRY TRIBUTE. THERE WERE FOUR FRENCH LEGAT A BRAKE AND ONE, A PLUMP SG YOUNG MAN, HELD, WEDGED ON A STICK, A RD ON WHICH WERE PRTED THE WORDS: VIVE L'IRLANDE!BUT THE TRE STEPHEN'S GREEN WERE AGRANT OF RA AND THE RA-SODN EARTH GAVE FORTH S MORTAL ODOUR, A FAT CENSE RISG UPWARD THROUGH THE MOULD OM MANY HEARTS. THE SOUL OF THE GALLANT VENAL CY WHICH HIS ELRS HAD TOLD HIM OF HAD SHNK WH TIME TO A FAT MORTAL ODOUR RISG OM THE EARTH AND HE KNEW THAT A MOMENT WHEN HE ENTERED THE SOMBRE LLEGE HE WOULD BE NSC OF A RPTN OTHER THAN THAT OF BUCK EGAN AND BURNCHAPEL WHALEYIT WAS TOO LATE TO GO UPSTAIRS TO THE FRENCH CLASS. HE CROSSED THE HALL AND TOOK THE RRIDOR TO THE LEFT WHICH LED TO THE PHYSICS THEATRE. THE RRIDOR WAS DARK AND SILENT BUT NOT UNWATCHFUL. WHY DID HE FEEL THAT WAS NOT UNWATCHFUL? WAS BEE HE HAD HEARD THAT BUCK WHALEY'S TIME THERE WAS A SECRET STAIRSE THERE? OR WAS THE JU HOE EXTRA-TERRORIAL AND WAS HE WALKG AMONG ALIENS? THE IRELAND OF TONE AND OF PARNELL SEEMED TO HAVE RECED SPACEHE OPENED THE DOOR OF THE THEATRE AND HALTED THE CHILLY GREY LIGHT THAT STGGLED THROUGH THE DTY WDOWS. A FIGURE WAS CROUCHG BEFORE THE LARGE GRATE AND BY S LEANNS AND GREYNS HE KNEW THAT WAS THE AN OF STUDI LIGHTG THE FIRE. STEPHEN CLOSED THE DOOR QUIETLY AND APPROACHED THE FIREPLACE—GOOD MORNG, SIR! CAN I HELP YOU?THE PRIT LOOKED UP QUICKLY AND SAID:—ONE MOMENT NOW, MR DEDAL, AND YOU WILL SEE. THERE IS AN ART LIGHTG A FIRE. WE HAVE THE LIBERAL ARTS AND WE HAVE THE EFUL ARTS. THIS IS ONE OF THE EFUL ARTS—I WILL TRY TO LEARN , SAID STEPHEN—NOT TOO MUCH AL, SAID THE AN, WORKG BRISKLY AT HIS TASK, THAT IS ONE OF THE SECRETSHE PRODUCED FOUR NDLE-BUTTS OM THE SI-POCKETS OF HIS SOUTANE AND PLACED THEM FTLY AMONG THE ALS AND TWISTED PAPERS. STEPHEN WATCHED HIM SILENCE. KNEELG TH ON THE FLAGSTONE TO KDLE THE FIRE AND BIED WH THE DISPOSN OF HIS WISPS OF PAPER AND NDLE-BUTTS HE SEEMED MORE THAN EVER A HUMBLE SERVER MAKG READY THE PLACE OF SACRIFICE AN EMPTY TEMPLE, A LEVE OF THE LORD. LIKE A LEVE'S ROBE OF PLA LEN THE FAD WORN SOUTANE DRAPED THE KNEELG FIGURE OF ONE WHOM THE NONILS OR THE BELL-BORRED EPHOD WOULD IRK AND TROUBLE. HIS VERY BODY HAD WAXED OLD LOWLY SERVICE OF THE LORD— TENDG THE FIRE UPON THE ALTAR, BEARG TIDGS SECRETLY, WAG UPON WORLDLGS, STRIKG SWIFTLY WHEN BIDN—AND YET HAD REMAED UNGRACED BY GHT OF SATLY OR OF PRELATIC BETY. NAY, HIS VERY SOUL HAD WAXED OLD THAT SERVICE WHOUT GROWG TOWARDS LIGHT AND BETY OR SPREADG ABROAD A SWEET ODOUR OF HER SANCTY—A MORTIFIED WILL NO MORE RPONSIVE TO THE THRILL OF S OBEDIENCE THAN WAS TO THE THRILL OF LOVE OR BAT HIS AGEG BODY, SPARE AND SEWY, GREYED WH A SILVER-POTED DOWNTHE AN RTED BACK ON HIS HUNKERS AND WATCHED THE STICKS TCH. STEPHEN, TO FILL THE SILENCE, SAID:—I AM SURE I ULD NOT LIGHT A FIRE—YOU ARE AN ARTIST, ARE YOU NOT, MR DEDAL? SAID THE AN, GLANCG UP AND BLKG HIS PALE EY. THE OBJECT OF THE ARTIST IS THE CREATN OF THE BETIFUL. WHAT THE BETIFUL IS IS ANOTHER QUTNHE BBED HIS HANDS SLOWLY AND DRILY OVER THE DIFFICULTY—CAN YOU SOLVE THAT QUTN NOW? HE ASKED—AQUAS, ANSWERED STEPHEN, SAYS PULCRA SUNT QUAE VISA PLACENT—THIS FIRE BEFORE , SAID THE AN, WILL BE PLEASG TO THE EYE. WILL THEREFORE BE BETIFUL?—IN SO FAR AS IS APPREHEND BY THE SIGHT, WHICH I SUPPOSE MEANS HERE THETIC TELLECTN, WILL BE BETIFUL. BUT AQUAS ALSO SAYS BONUM EST IN QUOD TENDIT APPETITUS. IN SO FAR AS SATISFI THE ANIMAL CRAVG FOR WARMTH FIRE IS A GOOD. IN HELL, HOWEVER, IS AN EVIL—QUE SO, SAID THE AN, YOU HAVE CERTALY H THE NAIL ON THE HEADHE ROSE NIMBLY AND WENT TOWARDS THE DOOR, SET AJAR AND SAID:—A DRGHT IS SAID TO BE A HELP THE MATTERSAS HE ME BACK TO THE HEARTH, LIMPG SLIGHTLY BUT WH A BRISK STEP, STEPHEN SAW THE SILENT SOUL OF A JU LOOK OUT AT HIM OM THE PALE LOVELS EY. LIKE IGNATI HE WAS LAME BUT HIS EY BURNED NO SPARK OF IGNATI'S ENTHIASM. EVEN THE LEGENDARY CRAFT OF THE PANY, A CRAFT SUBTLER AND MORE SECRET THAN S FABLED BOOKS OF SECRET SUBTLE WISDOM, HAD NOT FIRED HIS SOUL WH THE ENERGY OF APOSTLHIP. IT SEEMED AS IF HE ED THE SHIFTS AND LORE AND CUNNG OF THE WORLD, AS BIDN TO DO, FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF GOD, WHOUT JOY THEIR HANDLG OR HATRED OF THAT THEM WHICH WAS EVIL BUT TURNG THEM, WH A FIRM GTURE OF OBEDIENCE BACK UPON THEMSELV AND FOR ALL THIS SILENT SERVICE SEEMED AS IF HE LOVED NOT AT ALL THE MASTER AND LTLE, IF AT ALL, THE ENDS HE SERVED. SIMILITER ATQUE SENIS BACULUS, HE WAS, AS THE FOUNR WOULD HAVE HAD HIM, LIKE A STAFF AN OLD MAN'S HAND, TO BE LEANED ON THE ROAD AT NIGHTFALL OR STRS OF WEATHER, TO LIE WH A LADY'S NOSEGAY ON A GARN SEAT, TO BE RAISED MENACETHE AN RETURNED TO THE HEARTH AND BEGAN TO STROKE HIS CH—WHEN MAY WE EXPECT TO HAVE SOMETHG OM YOU ON THE THETIC QUTN? HE ASKED—FROM ME! SAID STEPHEN ASTONISHMENT. I STUMBLE ON AN IA ONCE A FORTNIGHT IF I AM LUCKY—THE QUTNS ARE VERY PROFOUND, MR DEDAL, SAID THE AN. IT IS LIKE LOOKG DOWN OM THE CLIFFS OF MOHER TO THE PTHS. MANY GO DOWN TO THE PTHS AND NEVER E UP. ONLY THE TRAED DIVER N GO DOWN TO THOSE PTHS AND EXPLORE THEM AND E TO THE SURFACE AGA—IF YOU MEAN SPECULATN, SIR, SAID STEPHEN, I ALSO AM SURE THAT THERE IS NO SUCH THG AS EE THKG ASMUCH AS ALL THKG MT BE BOUND BY S OWN LAWS—HA!—FOR MY PURPOSE I N WORK ON AT PRENT BY THE LIGHT OF ONE OR TWO IAS OF ARISTOTLE AND AQUAS—I SEE. I QUE SEE YOUR POT—I NEED THEM ONLY FOR MY OWN E AND GUIDANCE UNTIL I HAVE DONE SOMETHG FOR MYSELF BY THEIR LIGHT. IF THE LAMP SMOK OR SMELLS I SHALL TRY TO TRIM . IF DO NOT GIVE LIGHT ENOUGH I SHALL SELL AND BUY ANOTHER—EPICTET ALSO HAD A LAMP, SAID THE AN, WHICH WAS SOLD FOR A FANCY PRICE AFTER HIS ATH. IT WAS THE LAMP HE WROTE HIS PHILOSOPHIL DISSERTATNS BY. YOU KNOW EPICTET?—AN OLD GENTLEMAN, SAID STEPHEN ARSELY, WHO SAID THAT THE SOUL IS VERY LIKE A BUCKETFUL OF WATER—HE TELLS HIS HOMELY WAY, THE AN WENT ON, THAT HE PUT AN IRON LAMP BEFORE A STATUE OF ONE OF THE GODS AND THAT A THIEF STOLE THE LAMP. WHAT DID THE PHILOSOPHER DO? HE REFLECTED THAT WAS THE CHARACTER OF A THIEF TO STEAL AND TERMED TO BUY AN EARTHEN LAMP NEXT DAY STEAD OF THE IRON LAMPA SMELL OF MOLTEN TALLOW ME UP OM THE AN'S NDLE BUTTS AND FED SELF STEPHEN'S NSCNS WH THE JGLE OF THE WORDS, BUCKET AND LAMP AND LAMP AND BUCKET. THE PRIT'S VOICE, TOO, HAD A HARD JGLG TONE. STEPHEN'S MD HALTED BY STCT, CHECKED BY THE STRANGE TONE AND THE IMAGERY AND BY THE PRIT'S FACE WHICH SEEMED LIKE AN UNL LAMP OR A REFLECTOR HUNG A FALSE FOC. WHAT LAY BEHD OR WH ? A DULL TORPOR OF THE SOUL OR THE DULLNS OF THE THUNRCLOUD, CHARGED WH TELLECTN AND PABLE OF THE GLOOM OF GOD?—I MEANT A DIFFERENT KD OF LAMP, SIR, SAID STEPHEN—UNDOUBTEDLY, SAID THE AN—ONE DIFFICULTY, SAID STEPHEN, THETIC DISCSN IS TO KNOW WHETHER WORDS ARE BEG ED ACRDG TO THE LERARY TRADN OR ACRDG TO THE TRADN OF THE MARKETPLACE. I REMEMBER A SENTENCE OF NEWMAN'S WHICH HE SAYS OF THE BLSED VIRG THAT SHE WAS TAED THE FULL PANY OF THE SATS. THE E OF THE WORD THE MARKETPLACE IS QUE DIFFERENT. I HOPE I AM NOT DETAINING YOU—NOT THE LEAST, SAID THE AN POLELY—NO, NO, SAID STEPHEN, SG, I MEAN——Y, Y; I SEE, SAID THE AN QUICKLY, I QUE TCH THE POT: DETAINHE THST FORWARD HIS UNR JAW AND UTTERED A DRY SHORT UGH—TO RETURN TO THE LAMP, HE SAID, THE FEEDG OF IS ALSO A NICE PROBLEM. YOU MT CHOOSE THE PURE OIL AND YOU MT BE REFUL WHEN YOU POUR NOT TO OVERFLOW , NOT TO POUR MORE THAN THE FUNNEL N HOLD—WHAT FUNNEL? ASKED STEPHEN—THE FUNNEL THROUGH WHICH YOU POUR THE OIL TO YOUR LAMP—THAT? SAID STEPHEN. IS THAT LLED A FUNNEL? IS NOT A TUNDISH?—WHAT IS A TUNDISH?—THAT. THE... FUNNEL—IS THAT LLED A TUNDISH IRELAND? ASKED THE AN. I NEVER HEARD THE WORD MY LIFE—IT IS LLED A TUNDISH LOWER DMNDRA, SAID STEPHEN, LGHG, WHERE THEY SPEAK THE BT ENGLISH—A TUNDISH, SAID THE AN REFLECTIVELY. THAT IS A MOST TERTG WORD. I MT LOOK THAT WORD UP. UPON MY WORD I MTHIS URTY OF MANNER RANG A LTLE FALSE AND STEPHEN LOOKED AT THE ENGLISH NVERT WH THE SAME EY AS THE ELR BROTHER THE PARABLE MAY HAVE TURNED ON THE PRODIGAL. A HUMBLE FOLLOWER THE WAKE OF CLAMORO NVERSNS, A POOR ENGLISHMAN IRELAND, HE SEEMED TO HAVE ENTERED ON THE STAGE OF JU HISTORY WHEN THAT STRANGE PLAY OF TRIGUE AND SUFFERG AND ENVY AND STGGLE AND DIGNY HAD BEEN ALL BUT GIVEN THROUGH—A LATE-ER, A TARDY SPIR. FROM WHAT HAD HE SET OUT? PERHAPS HE HAD BEEN BORN AND BRED AMONG SER DISSENTERS, SEEG SALVATN J ONLY AND ABHORRG THE VA POMPS OF THE TABLISHMENT. HAD HE FELT THE NEED OF AN IMPLIC FAH AMID THE WELTER OF SECTARIANISM AND THE JARGON OF S TURBULENT SCHISMS, SIX PRCIPLE MEN, PECULIAR PEOPLE, SEED AND SNAKE BAPTISTS, SUPRALAPSARIAN DOGMATISTS? HAD HE FOUND THE TE CHURCH ALL OF A SUDN WDG UP TO THE END LIKE A REEL OF TTON SOME FE-SPUN LE OF REASONG UPON SUFFLATN ON THE IMPOSN OF HANDS OR THE PROCSN OF THE HOLY GHOST? OR HAD LORD CHRIST TOUCHED HIM AND BIDN HIM FOLLOW, LIKE THAT DISCIPLE WHO HAD SAT AT THE RECEIPT OF CTOM, AS HE SAT BY THE DOOR OF SOME ZC-ROOFED CHAPEL, YAWNG AND TELLG OVER HIS CHURCH PENCE?THE AN REPEATED THE WORD YET AGA—TUNDISH! WELL NOW, THAT IS TERTG!—THE QUTN YOU ASKED ME A MOMENT AGO SEEMS TO ME MORE TERTG. WHAT IS THAT BETY WHICH THE ARTIST STGGL TO EXPRS OM LUMPS OF EARTH, SAID STEPHEN LDLYTHE LTLE WORD SEEMED TO HAVE TURNED A RAPIER POT OF HIS SENSIVENS AGAST THIS URTEO AND VIGILANT FOE. HE FELT WH A SMART OF JECTN THAT THE MAN TO WHOM HE WAS SPEAKG WAS A UNTRYMAN OF BEN JONSON. HE THOUGHT:—THE LANGUAGE WHICH WE ARE SPEAKG IS HIS BEFORE IS ME. HOW DIFFERENT ARE THE WORDS HOME, CHRIST, ALE, MASTER, ON HIS LIPS AND ON ME! I NNOT SPEAK OR WRE THE WORDS WHOUT UNRT OF SPIR. HIS LANGUAGE, SO FAIAR AND SO FOREIGN, WILL ALWAYS BE FOR ME AN ACQUIRED SPEECH. I HAVE NOT MA OR ACCEPTED S WORDS. MY VOICE HOLDS THEM AT BAY. MY SOUL ETS THE SHADOW OF HIS LANGUAGE—AND TO DISTGUISH BETWEEN THE BETIFUL AND THE SUBLIME, THE AN ADD, TO DISTGUISH BETWEEN MORAL BETY AND MATERIAL BETY. AND TO QUIRE WHAT KD OF BETY IS PROPER TO EACH OF THE VAR ARTS. THE ARE SOME TERTG POTS WE MIGHT TAKE UPSTEPHEN, DISHEARTENED SUDNLY BY THE AN'S FIRM, DRY TONE, WAS SILENT; AND THROUGH THE SILENCE A DISTANT NOISE OF MANY BOOTS AND NFED VOIC ME UP THE STAIRSE—IN PURSUG THE SPECULATNS, SAID THE AN NCLIVELY, THERE IS, HOWEVER, THE DANGER OF PERISHG OF ANN. FIRST YOU MT TAKE YOUR GREE. SET THAT BEFORE YOU AS YOUR FIRST AIM. THEN, LTLE BY LTLE, YOU WILL SEE YOUR WAY. I MEAN EVERY SENSE, YOUR WAY LIFE AND THKG. IT MAY BE UPHILL PEDALLG AT FIRST. TAKE MR MOONAN. HE WAS A LONG TIME BEFORE HE GOT TO THE TOP. BUT HE GOT THERE—I MAY NOT HAVE HIS TALENT, SAID STEPHEN QUIETLY—YOU NEVER KNOW, SAID THE AN BRIGHTLY. WE NEVER N SAY WHAT IS . I MOST CERTALY SHOULD NOT BE SPONNT. PER ASPERA AD ASTRAHE LEFT THE HEARTH QUICKLY AND WENT TOWARDS THE LANDG TO OVERSEE THE ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST ARTS' CLASSLEANG AGAST THE FIREPLACE STEPHEN HEARD HIM GREET BRISKLY AND IMPARTIALLY EVERY STUNT OF THE CLASS AND ULD ALMOST SEE THE ANK S OF THE ARSER STUNTS. A SOLATG PY BEGAN TO FALL LIKE W UPON HIS EASILY EMBTERED HEART FOR THIS FAHFUL SERVG-MAN OF THE KNIGHTLY LOYOLA, FOR THIS HALF-BROTHER OF THE CLERGY, MORE VENAL THAN THEY SPEECH, MORE STEADFAST OF SOUL THAN THEY, ONE WHOM HE WOULD NEVER LL HIS GHOSTLY FATHER; AND HE THOUGHT HOW THIS MAN AND HIS PANNS HAD EARNED THE NAME OF WORLDLGS AT THE HANDS NOT OF THE UNWORLDLY ONLY BUT OF THE WORLDLY ALSO FOR HAVG PLEAD, DURG ALL THEIR HISTORY, AT THE BAR OF GOD'S JTICE FOR THE SOULS OF THE LAX AND THE LEWARM AND THE PNTTHE ENTRY OF THE PROFSOR WAS SIGNALLED BY A FEW ROUNDS OF KENTISH FIRE OM THE HEAVY BOOTS OF THOSE STUNTS WHO SAT ON THE HIGHT TIER OF THE GLOOMY THEATRE UNR THE GREY BWEBBED WDOWS. THE LLG OF THE ROLL BEGAN AND THE RPONS TO THE NAM WERE GIVEN OUT ALL TON UNTIL THE NAME OF PETER BYRNE WAS REACHED—HERE!A EP BASS NOTE RPONSE ME OM THE UPPER TIER, FOLLOWED BY UGHS OF PROTT ALONG THE OTHER BENCHTHE PROFSOR PSED HIS READG AND LLED THE NEXT NAME:—CRANLY!NO ANSWER—MR CRANLY!A SE FLEW ACROSS STEPHEN'S FACE AS HE THOUGHT OF HIS IEND'S STUDI—TRY LEOPARDSTOWN! SAID A VOICE OM THE BENCH BEHDSTEPHEN GLANCED UP QUICKLY BUT MOYNIHAN'S SNOUTISH FACE, OUTLED ON THE GREY LIGHT, WAS IMPASSIVE. A FORMULA WAS GIVEN OUT. AMID THE STLG OF THE NOTEBOOKS STEPHEN TURNED BACK AGA AND SAID:—GIVE ME SOME PAPER FOR GOD'S SAKE—ARE YOU AS BAD AS THAT? ASKED MOYNIHAN WH A BROAD GRHE TORE A SHEET OM HIS SCRIBBLER AND PASSED DOWN, WHISPERG:—IN SE OF NECSY ANY LAYMAN OR WOMAN N DO THE FORMULA WHICH HE WROTE OBEDIENTLY ON THE SHEET OF PAPER, THE ILG AND UNILG LCULATNS OF THE PROFSOR, THE SPECTRE-LIKE SYMBOLS OF FORCE AND VELOCY FASCATED AND JAD STEPHEN'S MD. HE HAD HEARD SOME SAY THAT THE OLD PROFSOR WAS AN ATHEIST EEMASON. O THE GREY DULL DAY! IT SEEMED A LIMBO OF PALS PATIENT NSCNS THROUGH WHICH SOULS OF MATHEMATICIANS MIGHT WANR, PROJECTG LONG SLENR FABRICS OM PLANE TO PLANE OF EVER RARER AND PALER TWILIGHT, RADIATG SWIFT EDDI TO THE LAST VERG OF A UNIVERSE EVER VASTER, FARTHER AND MORE IMPALPABLE—SO WE MT DISTGUISH BETWEEN ELLIPTIL AND ELLIPSOIDAL. PERHAPS SOME OF YOU GENTLEMEN MAY BE FAIAR WH THE WORKS OF MR W. S. GILBERT. IN ONE OF HIS SONGS HE SPEAKS OF THE BILLIARD SHARP WHO IS NMNED TO PLAY:ON A CLOTH UNTEWH A TWISTED CUEAND ELLIPTIL BILLIARD BALLS—HE MEANS A BALL HAVG THE FORM OF THE ELLIPSOID OF THE PRCIPAL AX OF WHICH I SPOKE A MOMENT AGOMOYNIHAN LEANED DOWN TOWARDS STEPHEN'S EAR AND MURMURED:—WHAT PRICE ELLIPSOIDAL BALLS! CHASE ME, LADI, I'M THE VALRY!HIS FELLOW STUNT'S HUMOUR RAN LIKE A GT THROUGH THE CLOISTER OF STEPHEN'S MD, SHAKG TO GAY LIFE LIMP PRITLY VTMENTS THAT HUNG UPON THE WALLS, SETTG THEM TO SWAY AND PER A SABBATH OF MISLE. THE FORMS OF THE MUNY EMERGED OM THE GT-BLOWN VTMENTS, THE AN OF STUDI, THE PORTLY FLORID BURSAR WH HIS P OF GREY HAIR, THE PRINT, THE LTLE PRIT WH FEATHERY HAIR WHO WROTE VOUT VERS, THE SQUAT PEASANT FORM OF THE PROFSOR OF ENOMICS, THE TALL FORM OF THE YOUNG PROFSOR OF MENTAL SCIENCE DISCSG ON THE LANDG A SE OF NSCIENCE WH HIS CLASS LIKE A GIRAFFE CROPPG HIGH LEAFAGE AMONG A HERD OF ANTELOP, THE GRAVE TROUBLED PREFECT OF THE SODALY, THE PLUMP ROUND-HEAD PROFSOR OF ITALIAN WH HIS ROGUE'S EY. THEY ME AMBLG AND STUMBLG, TUMBLG AND PERG, KILTG THEIR GOWNS FOR LEAP OG, HOLDG ONE ANOTHER BACK, SHAKEN WH EP FALSE LGHTER, SMACKG ONE ANOTHER BEHD AND LGHG AT THEIR MALICE, LLG TO ONE ANOTHER BY FAIAR NICKNAM, PROTTG WH SUDN DIGNY AT SOME ROUGH AGE, WHISPERG TWO AND TWO BEHD THEIR HANDSTHE PROFSOR HAD GONE TO THE GLASS S ON THE SI WALL, OM A SHELF OF WHICH HE TOOK DOWN A SET OF ILS, BLEW AWAY THE DT OM MANY POTS AND, BEARG REFULLY TO THE TABLE, HELD A FGER ON WHILE HE PROCEED WH HIS LECTURE. HE EXPLAED THAT THE WIR MORN ILS WERE OF A POUND LLED PLATOID LATELY DISVERED BY F. W. MARTOHE SPOKE CLEARLY THE IALS AND SURNAME OF THE DISVERER. MOYNIHAN WHISPERED OM BEHD:—GOOD OLD FRH WATER MART!—ASK HIM, STEPHEN WHISPERED BACK WH WEARY HUMOUR, IF HE WANTS A SUBJECT FOR ELECTROCUTN. HE N HAVE MEMOYNIHAN, SEEG THE PROFSOR BEND OVER THE ILS, ROSE HIS BENCH AND, CLACKG NOISELSLY THE FGERS OF HIS RIGHT HAND, BEGAN TO LL WH THE VOICE OF A SLOBBERG URCH—PLEASE TEACHER! THIS BOY IS AFTER SAYG A BAD WORD, TEACHER—PLATOID, THE PROFSOR SAID SOLEMNLY, IS PREFERRED TO GERMAN SILVER BEE HAS A LOWER EFFICIENT OF RISTANCE BY CHANG OF TEMPERATURE. THE PLATOID WIRE IS SULATED AND THE VERG OF SILK THAT SULAT IS WOUND ON THE EBONE BOBBS JT WHERE MY FGER IS. IF WERE WOUND SGLE AN EXTRA CURRENT WOULD BE DUCED THE ILS. THE BOBBS ARE SATURATED HOT PARAFF WAX...A SHARP ULSTER VOICE SAID OM THE BENCH BELOW STEPHEN:—ARE WE LIKELY TO BE ASKED QUTNS ON APPLIED SCIENCE?THE PROFSOR BEGAN TO JUGGLE GRAVELY WH THE TERMS PURE SCIENCE AND APPLIED SCIENCE. A HEAVY-BUILT STUNT, WEARG GOLD SPECTACL, STARED WH SOME WONR AT THE QUTNER. MOYNIHAN MURMURED OM BEHD HIS NATURAL VOICE:—ISN'T MACALISTER A VIL FOR HIS POUND OF FLH?STEPHEN LOOKED LDLY ON THE OBLONG SKULL BENEATH HIM OVERGROWN WH TANGLED TWE-LOURED HAIR. THE VOICE, THE ACCENT, THE MD OF THE QUTNER OFFEND HIM AND HE ALLOWED THE OFFENCE TO RRY HIM TOWARDS WILFUL UNKDNS, BIDDG HIS MD THK THAT THE STUNT'S FATHER WOULD HAVE DONE BETTER HAD HE SENT HIS SON TO BELFAST TO STUDY AND HAVE SAVED SOMETHG ON THE TRA FARE BY SO DOGTHE OBLONG SKULL BENEATH DID NOT TURN TO MEET THIS SHAFT OF THOUGHT AND YET THE SHAFT ME BACK TO S BOWSTRG; FOR HE SAW A MOMENT THE STUNT'S WHEY-PALE FACE—THAT THOUGHT IS NOT ME, HE SAID TO HIMSELF QUICKLY. IT ME OM THE IC IRISHMAN THE BENCH BEHD. PATIENCE. CAN YOU SAY WH CERTU BY WHOM THE SOUL OF YOUR RACE WAS BARTERED AND S ELECT BETRAYED—BY THE QUTNER OR BY THE MOCKER? PATIENCE. REMEMBER EPICTET. IT IS PROBABLY HIS CHARACTER TO ASK SUCH A QUTN AT SUCH A MOMENT SUCH A TONE AND TO PRONOUNCE THE WORD SCIENCE AS A MONOSYLLABLETHE DRONG VOICE OF THE PROFSOR NTUED TO WD SELF SLOWLY ROUND AND ROUND THE ILS SPOKE OF, DOUBLG, TREBLG, QUADPLG S SOMNOLENT ENERGY AS THE IL MULTIPLIED S OHMS OF RISTANCEMOYNIHAN'S VOICE LLED OM BEHD ECHO TO A DISTANT BELL:—CLOSG TIME, GENTS!THE ENTRANCE HALL WAS CROWD AND LOUD WH TALK. ON A TABLE NEAR THE DOOR WERE TWO PHOTOGRAPHS AM AND BETWEEN THEM A LONG ROLL OF PAPER BEARG AN IRREGULAR TAIL OF SIGNATUR. MACCANN WENT BRISKLY TO AND O AMONG THE STUNTS, TALKG RAPIDLY, ANSWERG REBUFFS AND LEADG ONE AFTER ANOTHER TO THE TABLE. IN THE NER HALL THE AN OF STUDI STOOD TALKG TO A YOUNG PROFSOR, STROKG HIS CH GRAVELY AND NODDG HIS HEADSTEPHEN, CHECKED BY THE CROWD AT THE DOOR, HALTED IRROLUTELY. FROM UNR THE WI FALLG LEAF OF A SOFT HAT CRANLY'S DARK EY WERE WATCHG HIM—HAVE YOU SIGNED? STEPHEN ASKEDCRANLY CLOSED HIS LONG TH-LIPPED MOUTH, MUNED WH HIMSELF AN STANT AND ANSWERED:—EGO HABEO—WHAT IS FOR?—QUOD?—WHAT IS FOR?CRANLY TURNED HIS PALE FACE TO STEPHEN AND SAID BLANDLY AND BTERLY:—PER PAX UNIVERSALISSTEPHEN POTED TO THE TSAR'S PHOTOGRAPH AND SAID:—HE HAS THE FACE OF A BOTTED CHRISTTHE SRN AND ANGER HIS VOICE BROUGHT CRANLY'S EY BACK OM A LM SURVEY OF THE WALLS OF THE HALL—ARE YOU ANNOYED? HE ASKED—NO, ANSWERED STEPHEN—ARE YOU BAD HUMOUR?—NO—CREDO UT VOS SANGUINARIUS MENDAX ESTIS, SAID CRANLY, QUIA FACIES VOSTRA MONSTRAT UT VOS IN DAMNO MALO HUMORE ESTISMOYNIHAN, ON HIS WAY TO THE TABLE, SAID STEPHEN'S EAR:—MACCANN IS TIPTOP FORM. READY TO SHED THE LAST DROP. BRAND NEW WORLD. NO STIMULANTS AND VOT FOR THE BCHSTEPHEN SED AT THE MANNER OF THIS NFINCE AND, WHEN MOYNIHAN HAD PASSED, TURNED AGA TO MEET CRANLY'S EY—PERHAPS YOU N TELL ME, HE SAID, WHY HE POURS HIS SOUL SO EELY TO MY EAR. CAN YOU?A DULL SWL APPEARED ON CRANLY'S FOREHEAD. HE STARED AT THE TABLE WHERE MOYNIHAN HAD BENT TO WRE HIS NAME ON THE ROLL, AND THEN SAID FLATLY:—A SUGAR!—QUIS EST IN MALO HUMORE, SAID STEPHEN, EGO AUT VOS?CRANLY DID NOT TAKE UP THE TNT. HE BROOD SOURLY ON HIS JUDGEMENT AND REPEATED WH THE SAME FLAT FORCE:—A FLAMG BLOODY SUGAR, THAT'S WHAT HE IS!IT WAS HIS EPAPH FOR ALL AD IENDSHIPS AND STEPHEN WONRED WHETHER WOULD EVER BE SPOKEN THE SAME TONE OVER HIS MEMORY. THE HEAVY LUMPISH PHRASE SANK SLOWLY OUT OF HEARG LIKE A STONE THROUGH A QUAGMIRE. STEPHEN SAW SK AS HE HAD SEEN MANY ANOTHER, FEELG S HEAVS PRS HIS HEART. CRANLY'S SPEECH, UNLIKE THAT OF DAV, HAD NEHER RARE PHRAS OF ELIZABETHAN ENGLISH NOR QUATLY TURNED VERSNS OF IRISH IDMS. ITS DRAWL WAS AN ECHO OF THE QUAYS OF DUBL GIVEN BACK BY A BLEAK YG SEAPORT, S ENERGY AN ECHO OF THE SACRED ELOQUENCE OF DUBL GIVEN BACK FLATLY BY A WICKLOW PULPTHE HEAVY SWL FAD OM CRANLY'S FACE AS MACCANN MARCHED BRISKLY TOWARDS THEM OM THE OTHER SI OF THE HALL—HERE YOU ARE! SAID MACCANN CHEERILY—HERE I AM! SAID STEPHEN—LATE AS UAL. CAN YOU NOT BE THE PROGRSIVE TENNCY WH A RPECT FOR PUNCTUALY?—THAT QUTN IS OUT OF ORR, SAID STEPHEN. NEXT BSHIS SG EY WERE FIXED ON A SILVER-WRAPPED TABLET OF K CHOLATE WHICH PEEPED OUT OF THE PROPAGANDIST'S BREAST-POCKET. A LTLE RG OF LISTENERS CLOSED ROUND TO HEAR THE WAR OF WS. A LEAN STUNT WH OLIVE SK AND LANK BLACK HAIR THST HIS FACE BETWEEN THE TWO, GLANCG OM ONE TO THE OTHER AT EACH PHRASE AND SEEMG TO TRY TO TCH EACH FLYG PHRASE HIS OPEN MOIST MOUTH. CRANLY TOOK A SMALL GREY HANDBALL OM HIS POCKET AND BEGAN TO EXAME CLOSELY, TURNG OVER AND OVER—NEXT BS? SAID MACCANN. HOM!HE GAVE A LOUD UGH OF LGHTER, SED BROADLY AND TUGGED TWICE AT THE STRAW-LOURED GOATEE WHICH HUNG OM HIS BLUNT CH—THE NEXT BS IS TO SIGN THE TTIMONIAL—WILL YOU PAY ME ANYTHG IF I SIGN? ASKED STEPHEN—I THOUGHT YOU WERE AN IALIST, SAID MACCANNTHE GIPSY-LIKE STUNT LOOKED ABOUT HIM AND ADDRSED THE ONLOOKERS AN DISTCT BLEATG VOICE—BY HELL, THAT'S A QUEER NOTN. I NSIR THAT NOTN TO BE A MERCENARY NOTNHIS VOICE FAD TO SILENCE. NO HEED WAS PAID TO HIS WORDS. HE TURNED HIS OLIVE FACE, EQUE EXPRSN, TOWARDS STEPHEN, VG HIM TO SPEAK AGAMACCANN BEGAN TO SPEAK WH FLUENT ENERGY OF THE TSAR'S RCRIPT, OF STEAD, OF GENERAL DISARMAMENT ARBRATN S OF TERNATNAL DISPUT, OF THE SIGNS OF THE TIM, OF THE NEW HUMANY AND THE NEW GOSPEL OF LIFE WHICH WOULD MAKE THE BS OF THE MUNY TO SECURE AS CHEAPLY AS POSSIBLE THE GREATT POSSIBLE HAPPS OF THE GREATT POSSIBLE NUMBERTHE GIPSY STUNT RPOND TO THE CLOSE OF THE PERD BY CRYG:—THREE CHEERS FOR UNIVERSAL BROTHERHOOD!—GO ON, TEMPLE, SAID A STOUT DDY STUNT NEAR HIM. I'LL STAND YOU A PT AFTER—I'M A BELIEVER UNIVERSAL BROTHERHOOD, SAID TEMPLE, GLANCG ABOUT HIM OUT OF HIS DARK OVAL EY. MARX IS ONLY A BLOODY DCRANLY GRIPPED HIS ARM TIGHTLY TO CHECK HIS TONGUE, SG UNEASILY, AND REPEATED:—EASY, EASY, EASY!TEMPLE STGGLED TO EE HIS ARM BUT NTUED, HIS MOUTH FLECKED BY A TH FOAM:—SOCIALISM WAS FOUND BY AN IRISHMAN AND THE FIRST MAN EUROPE WHO PREACHED THE EEDOM OF THOUGHT WAS COLLS. TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO. HE NOUNCED PRITCRAFT, THE PHILOSOPHER OF MIDDLEX. THREE CHEERS FOR JOHN ANTHONY COLLS!A TH VOICE OM THE VERGE OF THE RG REPLIED:—PIP! PIP!MOYNIHAN MURMURED BI STEPHEN'S EAR:—AND WHAT ABOUT JOHN ANTHONY'S POOR LTLE SISTER:LOTTIE COLLS LOST HER DRAWERS;WON'T YOU KDLY LEND HER YOURS?STEPHEN LGHED AND MOYNIHAN, PLEASED WH THE RULT, MURMURED AGA:—WE'LL HAVE FIVE BOB EACH WAY ON JOHN ANTHONY COLLS—I AM WAG FOR YOUR ANSWER, SAID MACCANN BRIEFLY—THE AFFAIR DON'T TERT ME THE LEAST, SAID STEPHEN WEARILY. YOU KNOW THAT WELL. WHY DO YOU MAKE A SCENE ABOUT ?—GOOD! SAID MACCANN, SMACKG HIS LIPS. YOU ARE A REACTNARY, THEN?—DO YOU THK YOU IMPRS ME, STEPHEN ASKED, WHEN YOU FLOURISH YOUR WOON SWORD?—METAPHORS! SAID MACCANN BLUNTLY. COME TO FACTSSTEPHEN BLHED AND TURNED ASI. MACCANN STOOD HIS GROUND AND SAID WH HOSTILE HUMOUR:—MOR POETS, I SUPPOSE, ARE ABOVE SUCH TRIVIAL QUTNS AS THE QUTN OF UNIVERSAL PEACECRANLY RAISED HIS HEAD AND HELD THE HANDBALL BETWEEN THE TWO STUNTS BY WAY OF A PEACE-OFFERG, SAYG:—PAX SUPER TOTUM SANGUINARIUM GLOBUMSTEPHEN, MOVG AWAY THE BYSTANRS, JERKED HIS SHOULR ANGRILY THE DIRECTN OF THE TSAR'S IMAGE, SAYG:—KEEP YOUR IN. IF WE MT HAVE A J LET HAVE A LEGIMATE J—BY HELL, THAT'S A GOOD ONE! SAID THE GIPSY STUNT TO THOSE ABOUT HIM, THAT'S A FE EXPRSN. I LIKE THAT EXPRSN IMMENSELYHE GULPED DOWN THE SPTLE HIS THROAT AS IF HE WERE GULPG DOWN THE PHRASE AND, FUMBLG AT THE PEAK OF HIS TWEED P, TURNED TO STEPHEN, SAYG:—EXCE ME, SIR, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT EXPRSN YOU UTTERED JT NOW?FEELG HIMSELF JOSTLED BY THE STUNTS NEAR HIM, HE SAID TO THEM:—I AM CUR TO KNOW NOW WHAT HE MEANT BY THAT EXPRSNHE TURNED AGA TO STEPHEN AND SAID A WHISPER:—DO YOU BELIEVE J? I BELIEVE MAN. OF URSE, I DON'T KNOW IF YOU BELIEVE MAN. I ADMIRE YOU, SIR. I ADMIRE THE MD OF MAN PENNT OF ALL RELIGNS. IS THAT YOUR OPN ABOUT THE MD OF J?—GO ON, TEMPLE, SAID THE STOUT DDY STUNT, RETURNG, AS WAS HIS WON'T, TO HIS FIRST IA, THAT PT IS WAG FOR YOU—HE THKS I'M AN IMBECILE, TEMPLE EXPLAED TO STEPHEN, BEE I'M A BELIEVER THE POWER OF MDCRANLY LKED HIS ARMS TO THOSE OF STEPHEN AND HIS ADMIRER AND SAID:—NOS AD MANUM BALLUM JOCABIMUSSTEPHEN, THE ACT OF BEG LED AWAY, UGHT SIGHT OF MACCANN'S FLHED BLUNT-FEATURED FACE—MY SIGNATURE IS OF NO ACUNT, HE SAID POLELY. YOU ARE RIGHT TO GO YOUR WAY. LEAVE ME TO GO ME—DEDAL, SAID MACCANN CRISPLY, I BELIEVE YOU'RE A GOOD FELLOW BUT YOU HAVE YET TO LEARN THE DIGNY OF ALTISM AND THE RPONSIBILY OF THE HUMAN DIVIDUALA VOICE SAID:—INTELLECTUAL CRANKERY IS BETTER OUT OF THIS MOVEMENT THAN STEPHEN, REGNIZG THE HARSH TONE OF MACALISTER'S VOICE DID NOT TURN THE DIRECTN OF THE VOICE. CRANLY PHED SOLEMNLY THROUGH THE THRONG OF STUNTS, LKG STEPHEN AND TEMPLE LIKE A CELEBRANT ATTEND BY HIS MISTERS ON HIS WAY TO THE ALTARTEMPLE BENT EAGERLY ACROSS CRANLY'S BREAST AND SAID:—DID YOU HEAR MACALISTER WHAT HE SAID? THAT YOUTH IS JEALO OF YOU. DID YOU SEE THAT? I BET CRANLY DIDN'T SEE THAT. BY HELL, I SAW THAT AT ONCEAS THEY CROSSED THE NER HALL, THE AN OF STUDI WAS THE ACT OF PG OM THE STUNT WH WHOM HE HAD BEEN NVERSG. HE STOOD AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRSE, A FOOT ON THE LOWT STEP, HIS THREADBARE SOUTANE GATHERED ABOUT HIM FOR THE ASCENT WH WOMANISH RE, NODDG HIS HEAD OFTEN AND REPEATG:—NOT A DOUBT OF , MR HACKETT! VERY FE! NOT A DOUBT OF !IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL THE PREFECT OF THE LLEGE SODALY WAS SPEAKG EARNTLY, A SOFT QUELO VOICE, WH A BOARR. AS HE SPOKE HE WRKLED A LTLE HIS ECKLED BROW AND B, BETWEEN HIS PHRAS, AT A TY BONE PENCIL—I HOPE THE MATRIC MEN WILL ALL E. THE FIRST ARTS' MEN ARE PRETTY SURE. SEND ARTS, TOO. WE MT MAKE SURE OF THE NEWERSTEMPLE BENT AGA ACROSS CRANLY, AS THEY WERE PASSG THROUGH THE DOORWAY, AND SAID A SWIFT WHISPER:—DO YOU KNOW THAT HE IS A MARRIED MAN? HE WAS A MARRIED MAN BEFORE THEY NVERTED HIM. HE HAS A WIFE AND CHILDREN SOMEWHERE. BY HELL, I THK THAT'S THE QUEERT NOTN I EVER HEARD! EH?HIS WHISPER TRAILED OFF TO SLY CKLG LGHTER. THE MOMENT THEY WERE THROUGH THE DOORWAY CRANLY SEIZED HIM LY BY THE NECK AND SHOOK HIM, SAYG:—YOU FLAMG FLOUNRG FOOL! I'LL TAKE MY DYG BIBLE THERE ISN'T A BIGGER BLOODY APE, DO YOU KNOW, THAN YOU THE WHOLE FLAMG BLOODY WORLD!TEMPLE WRIGGLED HIS GRIP, LGHG STILL WH SLY NTENT, WHILE CRANLY REPEATED FLATLY AT EVERY SHAKE:—A FLAMG FLARG BLOODY IDT!THEY CROSSED THE WEEDY GARN TOGETHER. THE PRINT, WRAPPED A HEAVY LOOSE CLOAK, WAS G TOWARDS THEM ALONG ONE OF THE WALKS, READG HIS OFFICE. AT THE END OF THE WALK HE HALTED BEFORE TURNG AND RAISED HIS EY. THE STUNTS SALUTED, TEMPLE FUMBLG AS BEFORE AT THE PEAK OF HIS P. THEY WALKED FORWARD SILENCE. AS THEY NEARED THE ALLEY STEPHEN ULD HEAR THE THUDS OF THE PLAYERS' HANDS AND THE WET SMACKS OF THE BALL AND DAV'S VOICE CRYG OUT EXCEDLY AT EACH STROKETHE THREE STUNTS HALTED ROUND THE BOX ON WHICH DAV SAT TO FOLLOW THE GAME. TEMPLE, AFTER A FEW MOMENTS, SIDLED ACROSS TO STEPHEN AND SAID:—EXCE ME, I WANTED TO ASK YOU, DO YOU BELIEVE THAT JEAN-JACQU ROSE WAS A SCERE MAN?STEPHEN LGHED OUTRIGHT. CRANLY, PICKG UP THE BROKEN STAVE OF A SK OM THE GRASS AT HIS FEET, TURNED SWIFTLY AND SAID STERNLY:—TEMPLE, I CLARE TO THE LIVG GOD IF YOU SAY ANOTHER WORD, DO YOU KNOW, TO ANYBODY ON ANY SUBJECT, I'LL KILL YOU SUPER SPOTTUM—HE WAS LIKE YOU, I FANCY, SAID STEPHEN, AN EMOTNAL MAN—BLAST HIM, CURSE HIM! SAID CRANLY BROADLY. DON'T TALK TO HIM AT ALL. SURE, YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE TALKG, DO YOU KNOW, TO A FLAMG CHAMBER-POT AS TALKG TO TEMPLE. GO HOME, TEMPLE. FOR GOD'S SAKE, GO HOME—I DON'T RE A DAMN ABOUT YOU, CRANLY, ANSWERED TEMPLE, MOVG OUT OF REACH OF THE UPLIFTED STAVE AND POTG AT STEPHEN. HE'S THE ONLY MAN I SEE THIS STUTN THAT HAS AN DIVIDUAL MD—INSTUTN! INDIVIDUAL! CRIED CRANLY. GO HOME, BLAST YOU, FOR YOU'RE A HOPELS BLOODY MAN—I'M AN EMOTNAL MAN, SAID TEMPLE. THAT'S QUE RIGHTLY EXPRSED. AND I'M PROUD THAT I'M AN EMOTNALISTHE SIDLED OUT OF THE ALLEY, SG SLYLY. CRANLY WATCHED HIM WH A BLANK EXPRSNLS FACE—LOOK AT HIM! HE SAID. DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A GO-BY-THE-WALL?HIS PHRASE WAS GREETED BY A STRANGE LGH OM A STUNT WHO LOUNGED AGAST THE WALL, HIS PEAKED P DOWN ON HIS EY. THE LGH, PCHED A HIGH KEY AND G OM A SO MCULAR AME, SEEMED LIKE THE WHNY OF AN ELEPHANT. THE STUNT'S BODY SHOOK ALL OVER AND, TO EASE HIS MIRTH, HE BBED BOTH HIS HANDS LIGHTEDLY OVER HIS GROS—LYNCH IS AWAKE, SAID CRANLYLYNCH, FOR ANSWER, STRAIGHTENED HIMSELF AND THST FORWARD HIS CHT—LYNCH PUTS OUT HIS CHT, SAID STEPHEN, AS A CRICISM OF LIFELYNCH SMOTE HIMSELF SONOROLY ON THE CHT AND SAID:—WHO HAS ANYTHG TO SAY ABOUT MY GIRTH?CRANLY TOOK HIM AT THE WORD AND THE TWO BEGAN TO TSLE. WHEN THEIR FAC HAD FLHED WH THE STGGLE THEY DREW APART, PANTG. STEPHEN BENT DOWN TOWARDS DAV WHO, TENT ON THE GAME, HAD PAID NO HEED TO THE TALK OF THE OTHERS—AND HOW IS MY LTLE TAME GOOSE? HE ASKED. DID HE SIGN, TOO?DAVID NODD AND SAID:—AND YOU, STEVIE?STEPHEN SHOOK HIS HEAD—YOU'RE A TERRIBLE MAN, STEVIE, SAID DAV, TAKG THE SHORT PIPE OM HIS MOUTH, ALWAYS ALONE—NOW THAT YOU HAVE SIGNED THE PETN FOR UNIVERSAL PEACE, SAID STEPHEN, I SUPPOSE YOU WILL BURN THAT LTLE PYBOOK I SAW YOUR ROOMAS DAV DID NOT ANSWER, STEPHEN BEGAN TO QUOTE:—LONG PACE, FIANNA! RIGHT CLE, FIANNA! FIANNA, BY NUMBERS, SALUTE, ONE, TWO!—THAT'S A DIFFERENT QUTN, SAID DAV. I'M AN IRISH NATNALIST, FIRST AND FOREMOST. BUT THAT'S YOU ALL OUT. YOU'RE A BORN SNEERER, STEVIE—WHEN YOU MAKE THE NEXT REBELLN WH HURLEYSTICKS, SAID STEPHEN, AND WANT THE DISPENSABLE RMER, TELL ME. I N FD YOU A FEW THIS LLEGE—I N'T UNRSTAND YOU, SAID DAV. ONE TIME I HEAR YOU TALK AGAST ENGLISH LERATURE. NOW YOU TALK AGAST THE IRISH RMERS. WHAT WH YOUR NAME AND YOUR IAS—ARE YOU IRISH AT ALL?—COME WH ME NOW TO THE OFFICE OF ARMS AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE TREE OF MY FAY, SAID STEPHEN—THEN BE ONE OF , SAID DAV. WHY DON'T YOU LEARN IRISH? WHY DID YOU DROP OUT OF THE LEAGUE CLASS AFTER THE FIRST LSON?—YOU KNOW ONE REASON WHY, ANSWERED STEPHENDAV TOSSED HIS HEAD AND LGHED—OH, E NOW, HE SAID. IS ON ACUNT OF THAT CERTA YOUNG LADY AND FATHER MORAN? BUT THAT'S ALL YOUR OWN MD, STEVIE. THEY WERE ONLY TALKG AND LGHGSTEPHEN PSED AND LAID A IENDLY HAND UPON DAV'S SHOULR—DO YOU REMEMBER, HE SAID, WHEN WE KNEW EACH OTHER FIRST? THE FIRST MORNG WE MET YOU ASKED ME TO SHOW YOU THE WAY TO THE MATRICULATN CLASS, PUTTG A VERY STRONG STRS ON THE FIRST SYLLABLE. YOU REMEMBER? THEN YOU ED TO ADDRS THE JUS AS FATHER, YOU REMEMBER? I ASK MYSELF ABOUT YOU: IS HE AS INNOCENT AS HIS SPEECH?—I'M A SIMPLE PERSON, SAID DAV. YOU KNOW THAT. WHEN YOU TOLD ME THAT NIGHT HARURT STREET THOSE THGS ABOUT YOUR PRIVATE LIFE, HONT TO GOD, STEVIE, I WAS NOT ABLE TO EAT MY DNER. I WAS QUE BAD. I WAS AWAKE A LONG TIME THAT NIGHT. WHY DID YOU TELL ME THOSE THGS?—THANKS, SAID STEPHEN. YOU MEAN I AM A MONSTER—NO, SAID DAV. BUT I WISH YOU HAD NOT TOLD MEA TI BEGAN TO SURGE BENEATH THE LM SURFACE OF STEPHEN'S IENDLS—THIS RACE AND THIS UNTRY AND THIS LIFE PRODUCED ME, HE SAID I SHALL EXPRS MYSELF AS I AM—TRY TO BE ONE OF , REPEATED DAV. IN HEART YOU ARE AN IRISH MAN BUT YOUR PRI IS TOO POWERFUL—MY ANCTORS THREW OFF THEIR LANGUAGE AND TOOK ANOTHER STEPHEN SAID. THEY ALLOWED A HANDFUL OF FOREIGNERS TO SUBJECT THEM. DO YOU FANCY I AM GOG TO PAY MY OWN LIFE AND PERSON BTS THEY MA? WHAT FOR?—FOR OUR EEDOM, SAID DAV—NO HONOURABLE AND SCERE MAN, SAID STEPHEN, HAS GIVEN UP TO YOU HIS LIFE AND HIS YOUTH AND HIS AFFECTNS OM THE DAYS OF TONE TO THOSE OF PARNELL, BUT YOU SOLD HIM TO THE ENEMY OR FAILED HIM NEED OR REVILED HIM AND LEFT HIM FOR ANOTHER. AND YOU VE ME TO BE ONE OF YOU. I'D SEE YOU DAMNED FIRST—THEY DIED FOR THEIR IALS, STEVIE, SAID DAV. OUR DAY WILL E YET, BELIEVE MESTEPHEN, FOLLOWG HIS OWN THOUGHT, WAS SILENT FOR AN STANT—THE SOUL IS BORN, HE SAID VAGUELY, FIRST THOSE MOMENTS I TOLD YOU OF. IT HAS A SLOW AND DARK BIRTH, MORE MYSTER THAN THE BIRTH OF THE BODY. WHEN THE SOUL OF A MAN IS BORN THIS UNTRY THERE ARE S FLUNG AT TO HOLD BACK OM FLIGHT. YOU TALK TO ME OF NATNALY, LANGUAGE, RELIGN. I SHALL TRY TO FLY BY THOSE SDAV KNOCKED THE ASH OM HIS PIPE—TOO EP FOR ME, STEVIE, HE SAID. BUT A MAN'S UNTRY FIRST. IRELAND FIRST, STEVIE. YOU N BE A POET OR A MYSTIC AFTER—DO YOU KNOW WHAT IRELAND IS? ASKED STEPHEN WH LD VLENCE. IRELAND IS THE OLD SOW THAT EATS HER FARROWDAV ROSE OM HIS BOX AND WENT TOWARDS THE PLAYERS, SHAKG HIS HEAD SADLY. BUT A MOMENT HIS SADNS LEFT HIM AND HE WAS HOTLY DISPUTG WH CRANLY AND THE TWO PLAYERS WHO HAD FISHED THEIR GAME. A MATCH OF FOUR WAS ARRANGED, CRANLY SISTG, HOWEVER, THAT HIS BALL SHOULD BE ED. HE LET REBOUND TWICE OR THRICE TO HIS HAND AND STCK STRONGLY AND SWIFTLY TOWARDS THE BASE OF THE ALLEY, EXCLAIMG ANSWER TO S THUD:—YOUR SOUL!STEPHEN STOOD WH LYNCH TILL THE SRE BEGAN TO RISE. THEN HE PLUCKED HIM BY THE SLEEVE TO E AWAY. LYNCH OBEYED, SAYG:—LET EKE GO, AS CRANLY HAS STEPHEN SED AT THIS SI-THSTTHEY PASSED BACK THROUGH THE GARN AND OUT THROUGH THE HALL WHERE THE DODRG PORTER WAS PNG UP A HALL NOTICE THE AME. AT THE FOOT OF THE STEPS THEY HALTED AND STEPHEN TOOK A PACKET OF CIGARETT OM HIS POCKET AND OFFERED TO HIS PANN—I KNOW YOU ARE POOR, HE SAID—DAMN YOUR YELLOW SOLENCE, ANSWERED LYNCHTHIS SEND PROOF OF LYNCH'S CULTURE MA STEPHEN SE AGA—IT WAS A GREAT DAY FOR EUROPEAN CULTURE, HE SAID, WHEN YOU MA UP YOUR MD TO SWEAR YELLOWTHEY L THEIR CIGARETT AND TURNED TO THE RIGHT. AFTER A PSE STEPHEN BEGAN:—ARISTOTLE HAS NOT FED PY AND TERROR. I HAVE. I SAY—LYNCH HALTED AND SAID BLUNTLY:—STOP! I WON'T LISTEN! I AM SICK. I WAS OUT LAST NIGHT ON A YELLOW DNK WH HORAN AND GOGGSSTEPHEN WENT ON:—PY IS THE FEELG WHICH ARRTS THE MD THE PRENCE OF WHATSOEVER IS GRAVE AND NSTANT HUMAN SUFFERGS AND UN WH THE HUMAN SUFFERER. TERROR IS THE FEELG WHICH ARRTS THE MD THE PRENCE OF WHATSOEVER IS GRAVE AND NSTANT HUMAN SUFFERGS AND UN WH THE SECRET E—REPEAT, SAID LYNCHSTEPHEN REPEATED THE FNS SLOWLY—A GIRL GOT TO A HANSOM A FEW DAYS AGO, HE WENT ON, LONDON. SHE WAS ON HER WAY TO MEET HER MOTHER WHOM SHE HAD NOT SEEN FOR MANY YEARS. AT THE RNER OF A STREET THE SHAFT OF A LORRY SHIVERED THE WDOW OF THE HANSOM THE SHAPE OF A STAR. A LONG FE NEEDLE OF THE SHIVERED GLASS PIERCED HER HEART. SHE DIED ON THE STANT. THE REPORTER LLED A TRAGIC ATH. IT IS NOT. IT IS REMOTE OM TERROR AND PY ACRDG TO THE TERMS OF MY FNS—THE TRAGIC EMOTN, FACT, IS A FACE LOOKG TWO WAYS, TOWARDS TERROR AND TOWARDS PY, BOTH OF WHICH ARE PHAS OF . YOU SEE I E THE WORD ARREST. I MEAN THAT THE TRAGIC EMOTN IS STATIC. OR RATHER THE DRAMATIC EMOTN IS. THE FEELGS EXCED BY IMPROPER ART ARE KETIC, SIRE OR LOATHG. DIRE URG TO POSSS, TO GO TO SOMETHG; LOATHG URG TO ABANDON, TO GO OM SOMETHG. THE ARTS WHICH EXCE THEM, PORNOGRAPHIL OR DIDACTIC, ARE THEREFORE IMPROPER ARTS. THE THETIC EMOTN (I ED THE GENERAL TERM) IS THEREFORE STATIC. THE MD IS ARRTED AND RAISED ABOVE SIRE AND LOATHG—YOU SAY THAT ART MT NOT EXCE SIRE, SAID LYNCH. I TOLD YOU THAT ONE DAY I WROTE MY NAME PENCIL ON THE BACKSI OF THE VEN OF PRAXEL THE MM. WAS THAT NOT SIRE?—I SPEAK OF NORMAL NATUR, SAID STEPHEN. YOU ALSO TOLD ME THAT WHEN YOU WERE A BOY THAT CHARMG RMELE SCHOOL YOU ATE PIEC OF DRIED WDUNGLYNCH BROKE AGA TO A WHNY OF LGHTER AND AGA BBED BOTH HIS HANDS OVER HIS GROS BUT WHOUT TAKG THEM OM HIS POCKETS—O, I DID! I DID! HE CRIEDSTEPHEN TURNED TOWARDS HIS PANN AND LOOKED AT HIM FOR A MOMENT BOLDLY THE EY. LYNCH, REVERG OM HIS LGHTER, ANSWERED HIS LOOK OM HIS HUMBLED EY. THE LONG SLENR FLATTENED SKULL BENEATH THE LONG POTED P BROUGHT BEFORE STEPHEN'S MD THE IMAGE OF A HOOD REPTILE. THE EY, TOO, WERE REPTILE-LIKE GLT AND GAZE. YET AT THAT STANT, HUMBLED AND ALERT THEIR LOOK, THEY WERE L BY ONE TY HUMAN POT, THE WDOW OF A SHRIVELLED SOUL, POIGNANT AND SELF-EMBTERED—AS FOR THAT, STEPHEN SAID POLE PARENTHIS, WE ARE ALL ANIMALS. I ALSO AM AN ANIMAL—YOU ARE, SAID LYNCH—BUT WE ARE JT NOW A MENTAL WORLD, STEPHEN NTUED. THE SIRE AND LOATHG EXCED BY IMPROPER THETIC MEANS ARE REALLY NOT THETIC EMOTNS NOT ONLY BEE THEY ARE KETIC CHARACTER BUT ALSO BEE THEY ARE NOT MORE THAN PHYSIL. OUR FLH SHRKS OM WHAT DREADS AND RPONDS TO THE STIMUL OF WHAT SIR BY A PURELY REFLEX ACTN OF THE NERVO SYSTEM. OUR EYELID CLOS BEFORE WE ARE AWARE THAT THE FLY IS ABOUT TO ENTER OUR EYE—NOT ALWAYS, SAID LYNCH CRILLY—IN THE SAME WAY, SAID STEPHEN, YOUR FLH RPOND TO THE STIMUL OF A NAKED STATUE, BUT WAS, I SAY, SIMPLY A REFLEX ACTN OF THE NERV. BETY EXPRSED BY THE ARTIST NNOT AWAKEN AN EMOTN WHICH IS KETIC OR A SENSATN WHICH IS PURELY PHYSIL. IT AWAKENS, OR OUGHT TO AWAKEN, OR DUC, OR OUGHT TO DUCE, AN THETIC STASIS, AN IAL PY OR AN IAL TERROR, A STASIS LLED FORTH, PROLONGED, AND AT LAST DISSOLVED BY WHAT I LL THE RHYTHM OF BETY—WHAT IS THAT EXACTLY? ASKED LYNCH—RHYTHM, SAID STEPHEN, IS THE FIRST FORMAL THETIC RELATN OF PART TO PART ANY THETIC WHOLE OR OF AN THETIC WHOLE TO S PART OR PARTS OR OF ANY PART TO THE THETIC WHOLE OF WHICH IS A PART—IF THAT IS RHYTHM, SAID LYNCH, LET ME HEAR WHAT YOU LL BETY; AND, PLEASE REMEMBER, THOUGH I DID EAT A KE OF WDUNG ONCE, THAT I ADMIRE ONLY BETYSTEPHEN RAISED HIS P AS IF GREETG. THEN, BLHG SLIGHTLY, HE LAID HIS HAND ON LYNCH'S THICK TWEED SLEEVE—WE ARE RIGHT, HE SAID, AND THE OTHERS ARE WRONG. TO SPEAK OF THE THGS AND TO TRY TO UNRSTAND THEIR NATURE AND, HAVG UNRSTOOD , TO TRY SLOWLY AND HUMBLY AND NSTANTLY TO EXPRS, TO PRS OUT AGA, OM THE GROSS EARTH OR WHAT BRGS FORTH, OM SOUND AND SHAPE AND LOUR WHICH ARE THE PRISON GAT OF OUR SOUL, AN IMAGE OF THE BETY WE HAVE E TO UNRSTAND—THAT IS ARTTHEY HAD REACHED THE NAL BRIDGE AND, TURNG OM THEIR URSE, WENT ON BY THE TRE. A C GREY LIGHT, MIRRORED THE SLUGGISH WATER AND A SMELL OF WET BRANCH OVER THEIR HEADS SEEMED TO WAR AGAST THE URSE OF STEPHEN'S THOUGHT—BUT YOU HAVE NOT ANSWERED MY QUTN, SAID LYNCH. WHAT IS ART? WHAT IS THE BETY EXPRS?—THAT WAS THE FIRST FN I GAVE YOU, YOU SLEEPY-HEAD WRETCH, SAID STEPHEN, WHEN I BEGAN TO TRY TO THK OUT THE MATTER FOR MYSELF. DO YOU REMEMBER THE NIGHT? CRANLY LOST HIS TEMPER AND BEGAN TO TALK ABOUT WICKLOW BAN—I REMEMBER, SAID LYNCH. HE TOLD ABOUT THEM FLAMG FAT VILS OF PIGS—ART, SAID STEPHEN, IS THE HUMAN DISPOSN OF SENSIBLE OR TELLIGIBLE MATTER FOR AN THETIC END. YOU REMEMBER THE PIGS AND FET THAT. YOU ARE A DISTRSG PAIR, YOU AND CRANLYLYNCH MA A GRIMACE AT THE RAW GREY SKY AND SAID:—IF I AM TO LISTEN TO YOUR THETIC PHILOSOPHY GIVE ME AT LEAST ANOTHER CIGARETTE. I DON'T RE ABOUT . I DON'T EVEN RE ABOUT WOMEN. DAMN YOU AND DAMN EVERYTHG. I WANT A JOB OF FIVE HUNDRED A YEAR. YOU N'T GET ME ONESTEPHEN HAND HIM THE PACKET OF CIGARETT. LYNCH TOOK THE LAST ONE THAT REMAED, SAYG SIMPLY:—PROCEED!—AQUAS, SAID STEPHEN, SAYS THAT IS BETIFUL THE APPREHENSN OF WHICH PLEASLYNCH NODD—I REMEMBER THAT, HE SAID, PULCRA SUNT QUAE VISA PLACENT—HE THE WORD VISA, SAID STEPHEN, TO VER THETIC APPREHENSNS OF ALL KDS, WHETHER THROUGH SIGHT OR HEARG OR THROUGH ANY OTHER AVENUE OF APPREHENSN. THIS WORD, THOUGH IS VAGUE, IS CLEAR ENOUGH TO KEEP AWAY GOOD AND EVIL WHICH EXCE SIRE AND LOATHG. IT MEANS CERTALY A STASIS AND NOT A KIS. HOW ABOUT THE TE? IT PRODUC ALSO A STASIS OF THE MD. YOU WOULD NOT WRE YOUR NAME PENCIL ACROSS THE HYPOTENE OF A RIGHT-ANGLED TRIANGLE—NO, SAID LYNCH, GIVE ME THE HYPOTENE OF THE VEN OF PRAXEL—STATIC THEREFORE, SAID STEPHEN. PLATO, I BELIEVE, SAID THAT BETY IS THE SPLENDOUR OF TTH. I DON'T THK THAT HAS A MEANG, BUT THE TE AND THE BETIFUL ARE AK. TTH IS BEHELD BY THE TELLECT WHICH IS APPEASED BY THE MOST SATISFYG RELATNS OF THE TELLIGIBLE; BETY IS BEHELD BY THE IMAGATN WHICH IS APPEASED BY THE MOST SATISFYG RELATNS OF THE SENSIBLE. THE FIRST STEP THE DIRECTN OF TTH IS TO UNRSTAND THE AME AND SPE OF THE TELLECT SELF, TO PREHEND THE ACT SELF OF TELLECTN. ARISTOTLE'S ENTIRE SYSTEM OF PHILOSOPHY RTS UPON HIS BOOK OF PSYCHOLOGY AND THAT, I THK, RTS ON HIS STATEMENT THAT THE SAME ATTRIBUTE NNOT AT THE SAME TIME AND THE SAME NNEXN BELONG TO AND NOT BELONG TO THE SAME SUBJECT. THE FIRST STEP THE DIRECTN OF BETY IS TO UNRSTAND THE AME AND SPE OF THE IMAGATN, TO PREHEND THE ACT SELF OF THETIC APPREHENSN. IS THAT CLEAR?—BUT WHAT IS BETY? ASKED LYNCH IMPATIENTLY. OUT WH ANOTHER FN. SOMETHG WE SEE AND LIKE! IS THAT THE BT YOU AND AQUAS N DO?—LET TAKE WOMAN, SAID STEPHEN—LET TAKE HER! SAID LYNCH FERVENTLY—THE GREEK, THE TURK, THE CHE, THE COPT, THE HOTTENTOT, SAID STEPHEN, ALL ADMIRE A DIFFERENT TYPE OF FEMALE BETY. THAT SEEMS TO BE A MAZE OUT OF WHICH WE NNOT PE. I SEE, HOWEVER, TWO WAYS OUT. ONE IS THIS HYPOTHIS: THAT EVERY PHYSIL QUALY ADMIRED BY MEN WOMEN IS DIRECT NNEXN WH THE MANIFOLD FUNCTNS OF WOMEN FOR THE PROPAGATN OF THE SPECI. IT MAY BE SO. THE WORLD, SEEMS, IS DREARIER THAN EVEN YOU, LYNCH, IMAGED. FOR MY PART I DISLIKE THAT WAY OUT. IT LEADS TO GENICS RATHER THAN TO THETIC. IT LEADS YOU OUT OF THE MAZE TO A NEW GDY LECTURE-ROOM WHERE MACCANN, WH ONE HAND ON THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES AND THE OTHER HAND ON THE NEW TTAMENT, TELLS YOU THAT YOU ADMIRED THE GREAT FLANKS OF VEN BEE YOU FELT THAT SHE WOULD BEAR YOU BURLY OFFSPRG AND ADMIRED HER GREAT BREASTS BEE YOU FELT THAT SHE WOULD GIVE GOOD K TO HER CHILDREN AND YOURS—THEN MACCANN IS A SULPHUR-YELLOW LIAR, SAID LYNCH ENERGETILLY—THERE REMAS ANOTHER WAY OUT, SAID STEPHEN, LGHG—TO W? SAID LYNCH—THIS HYPOTHIS, STEPHEN BEGANA LONG DRAY LAN WH OLD IRON ME ROUND THE RNER OF SIR PATRICK DUN'S HOSPAL VERG THE END OF STEPHEN'S SPEECH WH THE HARSH ROAR OF JANGLED AND RATTLG METAL. LYNCH CLOSED HIS EARS AND GAVE OUT OATH AFTER OATH TILL THE DRAY HAD PASSED. THEN HE TURNED ON HIS HEEL LY. STEPHEN TURNED ALSO AND WAED FOR A FEW MOMENTS TILL HIS PANN'S ILL-HUMOUR HAD HAD S VENT—THIS HYPOTHIS, STEPHEN REPEATED, IS THE OTHER WAY OUT: THAT, THOUGH THE SAME OBJECT MAY NOT SEEM BETIFUL TO ALL PEOPLE, ALL PEOPLE WHO ADMIRE A BETIFUL OBJECT FD CERTA RELATNS WHICH SATISFY AND CI WH THE STAG THEMSELV OF ALL THETIC APPREHENSN. THE RELATNS OF THE SENSIBLE, VISIBLE TO YOU THROUGH ONE FORM AND TO ME THROUGH ANOTHER, MT BE THEREFORE THE NECSARY QUALI OF BETY. NOW, WE N RETURN TO OUR OLD IEND SAT THOMAS FOR ANOTHER PENNYWORTH OF WISDOMLYNCH LGHED—IT AM ME VASTLY, HE SAID, TO HEAR YOU QUOTG HIM TIME AFTER TIME LIKE A JOLLY ROUND IAR. ARE YOU LGHG YOUR SLEEVE?—MACALISTER, ANSWERED STEPHEN, WOULD LL MY THETIC THEORY APPLIED AQUAS. SO FAR AS THIS SI OF THETIC PHILOSOPHY EXTENDS, AQUAS WILL RRY ME ALL ALONG THE LE. WHEN WE E TO THE PHENOMENA OF ARTISTIC NCEPTN, ARTISTIC GTATN, AND ARTISTIC REPRODUCTN I REQUIRE A NEW TERMOLOGY AND A NEW PERSONAL EXPERIENCE—OF URSE, SAID LYNCH. AFTER ALL AQUAS, SPE OF HIS TELLECT, WAS EXACTLY A GOOD ROUND IAR. BUT YOU WILL TELL ME ABOUT THE NEW PERSONAL EXPERIENCE AND NEW TERMOLOGY SOME OTHER DAY. HURRY UP AND FISH THE FIRST PART—WHO KNOWS? SAID STEPHEN, SG. PERHAPS AQUAS WOULD UNRSTAND ME BETTER THAN YOU. HE WAS A POET HIMSELF. HE WROTE A HYMN FOR MNDY THURSDAY. IT BEGS WH THE WORDS PANGE LINGUA GLORIOSI. THEY SAY IS THE HIGHT GLORY OF THE HYMNAL. IT IS AN TRITE AND SOOTHG HYMN. I LIKE ; BUT THERE IS NO HYMN THAT N BE PUT BI THAT MOURNFUL AND MAJTIC PROCSNAL SONG, THE VEXILLA REGIS OF VENANTI FORTUNATLYNCH BEGAN TO SG SOFTLY AND SOLEMNLY A EP BASS VOICE:IMPLETA SUNT QUAE CONCINITDAVID FIDELI CARMINEDICENDO NATIONIBUSREGNAVIT A LIGNO DEUS—THAT'S GREAT! HE SAID, WELL PLEASED. GREAT MIC!THEY TURNED TO LOWER MOUNT STREET. A FEW STEPS OM THE RNER A FAT YOUNG MAN, WEARG A SILK NECKCLOTH, SALUTED THEM AND STOPPED—DID YOU HEAR THE RULTS OF THE EXAMS? HE ASKED. GRIFF WAS PLUCKED. HALP AND O'FLYNN ARE THROUGH THE HOME CIVIL. MOONAN GOT FIFTH PLACE THE INDIAN. O'SHGHNSY GOT FOURTEENTH. THE IRISH FELLOWS CLARK'S GAVE THEM A FEED LAST NIGHT. THEY ALL ATE CURRYHIS PALLID BLOATED FACE EXPRSED BENEVOLENT MALICE AND, AS HE HAD ADVANCED THROUGH HIS TIDGS OF SUCCS, HIS SMALL FAT-ENCIRCLED EY VANISHED OUT OF SIGHT AND HIS WEAK WHEEZG VOICE OUT OF HEARGIN REPLY TO A QUTN OF STEPHEN'S HIS EY AND HIS VOICE ME FORTH AGA OM THEIR LURKG-PLAC—Y, MACCULLAGH AND I, HE SAID. HE'S TAKG PURE MATHEMATICS AND I'M TAKG NSTUTNAL HISTORY. THERE ARE TWENTY SUBJECTS. I'M TAKG BOTANY TOO. YOU KNOW I'M A MEMBER OF THE FIELD CLUBHE DREW BACK OM THE OTHER TWO A STATELY FASHN AND PLACED A PLUMP WOOLLEN-GLOVED HAND ON HIS BREAST OM WHICH MUTTERED WHEEZG LGHTER AT ONCE BROKE FORTH—BRG A FEW TURNIPS AND ONNS THE NEXT TIME YOU GO OUT, SAID STEPHEN DRILY, TO MAKE A STEWTHE FAT STUNT LGHED DULGENTLY AND SAID:—WE ARE ALL HIGHLY RPECTABLE PEOPLE THE FIELD CLUB. LAST SATURDAY WE WENT OUT TO GLENMALURE, SEVEN OF —WH WOMEN, DONOVAN? SAID LYNCHDONOVAN AGA LAID HIS HAND ON HIS CHT AND SAID:—OUR END IS THE ACQUISN OF KNOWLEDGE. THEN HE SAID QUICKLY:—I HEAR YOU ARE WRG SOME SAYS ABOUT THETICSSTEPHEN MA A VAGUE GTURE OF NIAL—GOETHE AND LSG, SAID DONOVAN, HAVE WRTEN A LOT ON THAT SUBJECT, THE CLASSIL SCHOOL AND THE ROMANTIC SCHOOL AND ALL THAT. THE LAOON TERTED ME VERY MUCH WHEN I READ . OF URSE IS IALISTIC, GERMAN, ULTRA-PROFOUNDNEHER OF THE OTHERS SPOKE. DONOVAN TOOK LEAVE OF THEM URBANELY—I MT GO, HE SAID SOFTLY AND BENEVOLENTLY, I HAVE A STRONG SPICN, AMOUNTG ALMOST TO A NVICTN, THAT MY SISTER TEND TO MAKE PANK TODAY FOR THE DNER OF THE DONOVAN FAY—GOODBYE, STEPHEN SAID HIS WAKE. DON'T FET THE TURNIPS FOR ME AND MY MATELYNCH GAZED AFTER HIM, HIS LIP CURLG SLOW SRN TILL HIS FACE REMBLED A VIL'S MASK:—TO THK THAT THAT YELLOW PANKE-EATG EXCREMENT N GET A GOOD JOB, HE SAID AT LENGTH, AND I HAVE TO SMOKE CHEAP CIGARETT!THEY TURNED THEIR FAC TOWARDS MERRN SQUARE AND WENT FOR A LTLE SILENCE—TO FISH WHAT I WAS SAYG ABOUT BETY, SAID STEPHEN, THE MOST SATISFYG RELATNS OF THE SENSIBLE MT THEREFORE RRPOND TO THE NECSARY PHAS OF ARTISTIC APPREHENSN. FD THE AND YOU FD THE QUALI OF UNIVERSAL BETY. AQUAS SAYS: AD PULCRITUDINEM TRIA REQUIRUNTUR INTEGRITAS, CONSONANTIA, CLARITAS. I TRANSLATE SO: THREE THINGS ARE NEEDED FOR BEAUTY, WHOLENESS, HARMONY, AND RADIANCE. DO THE RRPOND TO THE PHAS OF APPREHENSN? ARE YOU FOLLOWG?—OF URSE, I AM, SAID LYNCH. IF YOU THK I HAVE AN EXCREMENT TELLIGENCE N AFTER DONOVAN AND ASK HIM TO LISTEN TO YOUSTEPHEN POTED TO A BASKET WHICH A BUTCHER'S BOY HAD SLUNG VERTED ON HIS HEAD—LOOK AT THAT BASKET, HE SAID—I SEE , SAID LYNCH—IN ORR TO SEE THAT BASKET, SAID STEPHEN, YOUR MD FIRST OF ALL SEPARAT THE BASKET OM THE RT OF THE VISIBLE UNIVERSE WHICH IS NOT THE BASKET. THE FIRST PHASE OF APPREHENSN IS A BOUNDG LE DRAWN ABOUT THE OBJECT TO BE APPREHEND. AN THETIC IMAGE IS PRENTED TO EHER SPACE OR TIMEWHAT IS DIBLE IS PRENTED TIME, WHAT IS VISIBLE IS PRENTED SPACE. BUT, TEMPORAL OR SPATIAL, THE THETIC IMAGE IS FIRST LUMOLY APPREHEND AS SELFBOUND AND SELFNTAED UPON THE IMMEASURABLE BACKGROUND OF SPACE OR TIME WHICH IS NOT . YOU APPREHEND AS ONE THG. YOU SEE AS ONE WHOLE. YOU APPREHEND S WHOLENS. THAT IS INTEGRITAS—BULL'S EYE! SAID LYNCH, LGHG. GO ON—THEN, SAID STEPHEN, YOU PASS OM POT TO POT, LED BY S FORMAL L; YOU APPREHEND AS BALANCED PART AGAST PART WH S LIMS; YOU FEEL THE RHYTHM OF S STCTURE. IN OTHER WORDS, THE SYNTHIS OF IMMEDIATE PERCEPTN IS FOLLOWED BY THE ANALYSIS OF APPREHENSN. HAVG FIRST FELT THAT IS ONE THG YOU FEEL NOW THAT IS A THING. YOU APPREHEND AS PLEX, MULTIPLE, DIVISIBLE, SEPARABLE, MA UP OF S PARTS, THE RULT OF S PARTS AND THEIR SUM, HARMON. THAT IS CONSONANTIA—BULL'S EYE AGA! SAID LYNCH WTILY. TELL ME NOW WHAT IS CLARITAS AND YOU W THE CIGAR—THE NNOTATN OF THE WORD, STEPHEN SAID, IS RATHER VAGUE. AQUAS A TERM WHICH SEEMS TO BE EXACT. IT BAFFLED ME FOR A LONG TIME. IT WOULD LEAD YOU TO BELIEVE THAT HE HAD MD SYMBOLISM OR IALISM, THE SUPREME QUALY OF BETY BEG A LIGHT OM SOME OTHER WORLD, THE IA OF WHICH THE MATTER IS BUT THE SHADOW, THE REALY OF WHICH IS BUT THE SYMBOL. I THOUGHT HE MIGHT MEAN THAT CLARITAS IS THE ARTISTIC DISVERY AND REPRENTATN OF THE DIVE PURPOSE ANYTHG OR A FORCE OF GENERALIZATN WHICH WOULD MAKE THE THETIC IMAGE A UNIVERSAL ONE, MAKE OUTSHE S PROPER NDNS. BUT THAT IS LERARY TALK. I UNRSTAND SO. WHEN YOU HAVE APPREHEND THAT BASKET AS ONE THG AND HAVE THEN ANALYSED ACRDG TO S FORM AND APPREHEND AS A THG YOU MAKE THE ONLY SYNTHIS WHICH IS LOGILLY AND THETILLY PERMISSIBLE. YOU SEE THAT IS THAT THG WHICH IS AND NO OTHER THG. THE RADIANCE OF WHICH HE SPEAKS THE SCHOLASTIC QUIDDITAS, THE WHATNESS OF A THG. THIS SUPREME QUALY IS FELT BY THE ARTIST WHEN THE THETIC IMAGE IS FIRST NCEIVED HIS IMAGATN. THE MD THAT MYSTER STANT SHELLEY LIKENED BETIFULLY TO A FADG AL. THE STANT WHERE THAT SUPREME QUALY OF BETY, THE CLEAR RADIANCE OF THE THETIC IMAGE, IS APPREHEND LUMOLY BY THE MD WHICH HAS BEEN ARRTED BY S WHOLENS AND FASCATED BY S HARMONY IS THE LUMO SILENT STASIS OF THETIC PLEASURE, A SPIRUAL STATE VERY LIKE TO THAT RDIAC NDN WHICH THE ITALIAN PHYSLOGIST LUIGI GALVANI, G A PHRASE ALMOST AS BETIFUL AS SHELLEY'S, LLED THE ENCHANTMENT OF THE HEARTSTEPHEN PSED AND, THOUGH HIS PANN DID NOT SPEAK, FELT THAT HIS WORDS HAD LLED UP AROUND THEM A THOUGHT-ENCHANTED SILENCE—WHAT I HAVE SAID, HE BEGAN AGA, REFERS TO BETY THE WIR SENSE OF THE WORD, THE SENSE WHICH THE WORD HAS THE LERARY TRADN. IN THE MARKETPLACE HAS ANOTHER SENSE. WHEN WE SPEAK OF BETY THE SEND SENSE OF THE TERM OUR JUDGEMENT IS FLUENCED THE FIRST PLACE BY THE ART SELF AND BY THE FORM OF THAT ART. THE IMAGE, IS CLEAR, MT BE SET BETWEEN THE MD OR SENS OF THE ARTIST HIMSELF AND THE MD OR SENS OF OTHERS. IF YOU BEAR THIS MEMORY YOU WILL SEE THAT ART NECSARILY DIVIS SELF TO THREE FORMS PROGRSG OM ONE TO THE NEXT. THE FORMS ARE: THE LYRIL FORM, THE FORM WHERE THE ARTIST PRENTS HIS IMAGE IMMEDIATE RELATN TO HIMSELF; THE EPIL FORM, THE FORM WHERE HE PRENTS HIS IMAGE MEDIATE RELATN TO HIMSELF AND TO OTHERS; THE DRAMATIC FORM, THE FORM WHERE HE PRENTS HIS IMAGE IMMEDIATE RELATN TO OTHERS—THAT YOU TOLD ME A FEW NIGHTS AGO, SAID LYNCH, AND WE BEGAN THE FAMO DISCSN—I HAVE A BOOK AT HOME, SAID STEPHEN, WHICH I HAVE WRTEN DOWN QUTNS WHICH ARE MORE AMG THAN YOURS WERE. IN FDG THE ANSWERS TO THEM I FOUND THE THEORY OF THETIC WHICH I AM TRYG TO EXPLA. HERE ARE SOME QUTNS I SET MYSELF: IS A CHAIR FINELY MADE TRAGIC OR COMIC? IS THE PORTRAIT OF MONA LISA GOOD IF I DESIRE TO SEE IT? IF NOT, WHY NOT?—WHY NOT, ED? SAID LYNCH, LGHG—IF A MAN HACKING IN FURY AT A BLOCK OF WOOD, STEPHEN NTUED, MAKE THERE AN IMAGE OF A COW, IS THAT IMAGE A WORK OF ART? IF NOT, WHY NOT?—THAT'S A LOVELY ONE, SAID LYNCH, LGHG AGA. THAT HAS THE TE SCHOLASTIC STK—LSG, SAID STEPHEN, SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN A GROUP OF STATU TO WRE OF. THE ART, BEG FERR, DO NOT PRENT THE FORMS I SPOKE OF DISTGUISHED CLEARLY ONE OM ANOTHER. EVEN LERATURE, THE HIGHT AND MOST SPIRUAL ART, THE FORMS ARE OFTEN NFED. THE LYRIL FORM IS FACT THE SIMPLT VERBAL VTURE OF AN STANT OF EMOTN, A RHYTHMIL CRY SUCH AS AG AGO CHEERED ON THE MAN WHO PULLED AT THE OAR OR DRAGGED STON UP A SLOPE. HE WHO UTTERS IS MORE NSC OF THE STANT OF EMOTN THAN OF HIMSELF AS FEELG EMOTN. THE SIMPLT EPIL FORM IS SEEN EMERGG OUT OF LYRIL LERATURE WHEN THE ARTIST PROLONGS AND BROODS UPON HIMSELF AS THE CENTRE OF AN EPIL EVENT AND THIS FORM PROGRS TILL THE CENTRE OF EMOTNAL GRAVY IS EQUIDISTANT OM THE ARTIST HIMSELF AND OM OTHERS. THE NARRATIVE IS NO LONGER PURELY PERSONAL. THE PERSONALY OF THE ARTIST PASS TO THE NARRATN SELF, FLOWG ROUND AND ROUND THE PERSONS AND THE ACTN LIKE A VAL SEA. THIS PROGRS YOU WILL SEE EASILY THAT OLD ENGLISH BALLAD TURPIN HERO WHICH BEGS THE FIRST PERSON AND ENDS THE THIRD PERSON. THE DRAMATIC FORM IS REACHED WHEN THE VALY WHICH HAS FLOWED AND EDDIED ROUND EACH PERSON FILLS EVERY PERSON WH SUCH VAL FORCE THAT HE OR SHE ASSUM A PROPER AND TANGIBLE THETIC LIFE. THE PERSONALY OF THE ARTIST, AT FIRST A CRY OR A NCE OR A MOOD AND THEN A FLUID AND LAMBENT NARRATIVE, FALLY REF SELF OUT OF EXISTENCE, IMPERSONALIZ SELF, SO TO SPEAK. THE THETIC IMAGE THE DRAMATIC FORM IS LIFE PURIFIED AND REPROJECTED OM THE HUMAN IMAGATN. THE MYSTERY OF THETIC, LIKE THAT OF MATERIAL CREATN, IS ACPLISHED. THE ARTIST, LIKE THE GOD OF CREATN, REMAS WH OR BEHD OR BEYOND OR ABOVE HIS HANDIWORK, VISIBLE, REFED OUT OF EXISTENCE, DIFFERENT, PARG HIS FGERNAILS—TRYG TO REFE THEM ALSO OUT OF EXISTENCE, SAID LYNCHA FE RA BEGAN TO FALL OM THE HIGH VEILED SKY AND THEY TURNED TO THE DE'S LAWN TO REACH THE NATNAL LIBRARY BEFORE THE SHOWER ME—WHAT DO YOU MEAN, LYNCH ASKED SURLILY, BY PRATG ABOUT BETY AND THE IMAGATN THIS MISERABLE GODFORSAKEN ISLAND? NO WONR THE ARTIST RETIRED WH OR BEHD HIS HANDIWORK AFTER HAVG PERPETRATED THIS UNTRYTHE RA FELL FASTER. WHEN THEY PASSED THROUGH THE PASSAGE BI KILDARE HOE THEY FOUND MANY STUNTS SHELTERG UNR THE AR OF THE LIBRARY. CRANLY, LEANG AGAST A PILLAR, WAS PICKG HIS TEETH WH A SHARPENED MATCH, LISTENG TO SOME PANNS. SOME GIRLS STOOD NEAR THE ENTRANCE DOOR. LYNCH WHISPERED TO STEPHEN:—YOUR BELOVED IS HERESTEPHEN TOOK HIS PLACE SILENTLY ON THE STEP BELOW THE GROUP OF STUNTS, HEEDLS OF THE RA WHICH FELL FAST, TURNG HIS EY TOWARDS HER OM TIME TO TIME. SHE TOO STOOD SILENTLY AMONG HER PANNS. SHE HAS NO PRIT TO FLIRT WH, HE THOUGHT WH NSC BTERNS, REMEMBERG HOW HE HAD SEEN HER LAST. LYNCH WAS RIGHT. HIS MD EMPTIED OF THEORY AND URAGE, LAPSED BACK TO A LISTLS PEACEHE HEARD THE STUNTS TALKG AMONG THEMSELV. THEY SPOKE OF TWO IENDS WHO HAD PASSED THE FAL MEDIL EXAMATN, OF THE CHANC OF GETTG PLAC ON OCEAN LERS, OF POOR AND RICH PRACTIC—THAT'S ALL A BUBBLE. AN IRISH UNTRY PRACTICE IS BETTER—HYN WAS TWO YEARS LIVERPOOL AND HE SAYS THE SAME. A IGHTFUL HOLE HE SAID WAS. NOTHG BUT MIDWIFERY S—DO YOU MEAN TO SAY IS BETTER TO HAVE A JOB HERE THE UNTRY THAN A RICH CY LIKE THAT? I KNOW A FELLOW...—HYN HAS NO BRAS. HE GOT THROUGH BY STEWG, PURE STEWG—DON'T MD HIM. THERE'S PLENTY OF MONEY TO BE MA A BIG MERCIAL CY—DEPENDS ON THE PRACTICE—EGO CREDO UT VITA PAUPERUM EST SIMPLICITER ATROX, SIMPLICITER SANGUINARIUS ATROX, IN LIVERPOOLIOTHEIR VOIC REACHED HIS EARS AS IF OM A DISTANCE TERPTED PULSATN. SHE WAS PREPARG TO GO AWAY WH HER PANNSTHE QUICK LIGHT SHOWER HAD DRAWN OFF, TARRYG CLTERS OF DIAMONDS AMONG THE SHBS OF THE QUADRANGLE WHERE AN EXHALATN WAS BREATHED FORTH BY THE BLACKENED EARTH. THEIR TRIM BOOTS PRATTLED AS THEY STOOD ON THE STEPS OF THE LONNA, TALKG QUIETLY AND GAILY, GLANCG AT THE CLOUDS, HOLDG THEIR UMBRELLAS AT CUNNG ANGL AGAST THE FEW LAST RADROPS, CLOSG THEM AGA, HOLDG THEIR SKIRTS MURELYAND IF HE HAD JUDGED HER HARSHLY? IF HER LIFE WERE A SIMPLE ROSARY OF HOURS, HER LIFE SIMPLE AND STRANGE AS A BIRD'S LIFE, GAY THE MORNG, RTLS ALL DAY, TIRED AT SUNDOWN? HER HEART SIMPLE AND WILFUL AS A BIRD'S HEART?        ———TOWARDS DAWN HE AWOKE. O WHAT SWEET MIC! HIS SOUL WAS ALL WY WET. OVER HIS LIMBS SLEEP PALE OL WAV OF LIGHT HAD PASSED. HE LAY STILL, AS IF HIS SOUL LAY AMID OL WATERS, NSC OF FAT SWEET MIC. HIS MD WAS WAKG SLOWLY TO A TREMULO MORNG KNOWLEDGE, A MORNG SPIRATN. A SPIR FILLED HIM, PURE AS THE PURT WATER, SWEET AS W, MOVG AS MIC. BUT HOW FATLY WAS BREATHED, HOW PASSNLSLY, AS IF THE SERAPHIM THEMSELV WERE BREATHG UPON HIM! HIS SOUL WAS WAKG SLOWLY, FEARG TO AWAKE WHOLLY. IT WAS THAT WDLS HOUR OF DAWN WHEN MADNS WAK AND STRANGE PLANTS OPEN TO THE LIGHT AND THE MOTH FLI FORTH SILENTLYAN ENCHANTMENT OF THE HEART! THE NIGHT HAD BEEN ENCHANTED. IN A DREAM OR VISN HE HAD KNOWN THE ECSTASY OF SERAPHIC LIFE. WAS AN STANT OF ENCHANTMENT ONLY OR LONG HOURS AND YEARS AND AG?THE STANT OF SPIRATN SEEMED NOW TO BE REFLECTED OM ALL SIS AT ONCE OM A MULTU OF CLOUDY CIRCUMSTANC OF WHAT HAD HAPPENED OR OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED. THE STANT FLASHED FORTH LIKE A POT OF LIGHT AND NOW OM CLOUD ON CLOUD OF VAGUE CIRCUMSTANCE NFED FORM WAS VEILG SOFTLY S AFTERGLOW. O! IN THE VIRG WOMB OF THE IMAGATN THE WORD WAS MA FLH. GABRIEL THE SERAPH HAD E TO THE VIRG'S CHAMBER. AN AFTERGLOW EPENED WH HIS SPIR, WHENCE THE WHE FLAME HAD PASSED, EPENG TO A ROSE AND ARNT LIGHT. THAT ROSE AND ARNT LIGHT WAS HER STRANGE WILFUL HEART, STRANGE THAT NO MAN HAD KNOWN OR WOULD KNOW, WILFUL OM BEFORE THE BEGNG OF THE WORLD; AND LURED BY THAT ARNT ROSE-LIKE GLOW THE CHOIRS OF THE SERAPHIM WERE FALLG OM HEAVEN    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS    LURE OF THE FALLEN SERAPHIM?    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYSTHE VERS PASSED OM HIS MD TO HIS LIPS AND, MURMURG THEM OVER, HE FELT THE RHYTHMIC MOVEMENT OF A VILLANELLE PASS THROUGH THEM. THE ROSE-LIKE GLOW SENT FORTH S RAYS OF RHYME; WAYS, DAYS, BLAZE, PRAISE, RAISE. ITS RAYS BURNED UP THE WORLD, NSUMED THE HEARTS OF MEN AND ANGELS: THE RAYS OM THE ROSE THAT WAS HER WILFUL HEART    YOUR EY HAVE SET MAN'S HEART ABLAZE    AND YOU HAVE HAD YOUR WILL OF HIM    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?AND THEN? THE RHYTHM DIED AWAY, CEASED, BEGAN AGA TO MOVE AND BEAT. AND THEN? SMOKE, CENSE ASCENDG OM THE ALTAR OF THE WORLD    ABOVE THE FLAME THE SMOKE OF PRAISE    GO UP OM OCEAN RIM TO RIM    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYSSMOKE WENT UP OM THE WHOLE EARTH, OM THE VAPOURY OCEANS, SMOKE OF HER PRAISE. THE EARTH WAS LIKE A SWGG SWAYG CENSER, A BALL OF CENSE, AN ELLIPSOIDAL FALL. THE RHYTHM DIED OUT AT ONCE; THE CRY OF HIS HEART WAS BROKEN. HIS LIPS BEGAN TO MURMUR THE FIRST VERS OVER AND OVER; THEN WENT ON STUMBLG THROUGH HALF VERS, STAMMERG AND BAFFLED; THEN STOPPED. THE HEART'S CRY WAS BROKENTHE VEILED WDLS HOUR HAD PASSED AND BEHD THE PAN OF THE NAKED WDOW THE MORNG LIGHT WAS GATHERG. A BELL BEAT FATLY VERY FAR AWAY. A BIRD TWTERED; TWO BIRDS, THREE. THE BELL AND THE BIRD CEASED; AND THE DULL WHE LIGHT SPREAD SELF EAST AND WT, VERG THE WORLD, VERG THE ROSELIGHT HIS HEARTFEARG TO LOSE ALL, HE RAISED HIMSELF SUDNLY ON HIS ELBOW TO LOOK FOR PAPER AND PENCIL. THERE WAS NEHER ON THE TABLE; ONLY THE SOUP PLATE HE HAD EATEN THE RICE OM FOR SUPPER AND THE NDLTICK WH S TENDRILS OF TALLOW AND S PAPER SOCKET, SGED BY THE LAST FLAME. HE STRETCHED HIS ARM WEARILY TOWARDS THE FOOT OF THE BED, GROPG WH HIS HAND THE POCKETS OF THE AT THAT HUNG THERE. HIS FGERS FOUND A PENCIL AND THEN A CIGARETTE PACKET. HE LAY BACK AND, TEARG OPEN THE PACKET, PLACED THE LAST CIGARETTE ON THE WDOW LEDGE AND BEGAN TO WRE OUT THE STANZAS OF THE VILLANELLE SMALL NEAT LETTERS ON THE ROUGH RDBOARD SURFACEHAVG WRTEN THEM OUT HE LAY BACK ON THE LUMPY PILLOW, MURMURG THEM AGA. THE LUMPS OF KNOTTED FLOCK UNR HIS HEAD REMD HIM OF THE LUMPS OF KNOTTED HORSEHAIR THE SOFA OF HER PARLOUR ON WHICH HE ED TO S, SG OR SER, ASKG HIMSELF WHY HE HAD E, DISPLEASED WH HER AND WH HIMSELF, NFOUND BY THE PRT OF THE SACRED HEART ABOVE THE UNTENANTED SIBOARD. HE SAW HER APPROACH HIM A LULL OF THE TALK AND BEG HIM TO SG ONE OF HIS CUR SONGS. THEN HE SAW HIMSELF STG AT THE OLD PIANO, STRIKG CHORDS SOFTLY OM S SPECKLED KEYS AND SGG, AMID THE TALK WHICH HAD RISEN AGA THE ROOM, TO HER WHO LEANED BI THE MANTELPIECE A DATY SONG OF THE ELIZABETHANS, A SAD AND SWEET LOTH TO PART, THE VICTORY CHANT OF AGURT, THE HAPPY AIR OF GREENSLEEV. WHILE HE SANG AND SHE LISTENED, OR FEIGNED TO LISTEN, HIS HEART WAS AT RT BUT WHEN THE QUAT OLD SONGS HAD END AND HE HEARD AGA THE VOIC THE ROOM HE REMEMBERED HIS OWN SARSM: THE HOE WHERE YOUNG MEN ARE LLED BY THEIR CHRISTIAN NAM A LTLE TOO SOONAT CERTA STANTS HER EY SEEMED ABOUT TO TST HIM BUT HE HAD WAED VA. SHE PASSED NOW DANCG LIGHTLY ACROSS HIS MEMORY AS SHE HAD BEEN THAT NIGHT AT THE RNIVAL BALL, HER WHE DRS A LTLE LIFTED, A WHE SPRAY NODDG HER HAIR. SHE DANCED LIGHTLY THE ROUND. SHE WAS DANCG TOWARDS HIM AND, AS SHE ME, HER EY WERE A LTLE AVERTED AND A FAT GLOW WAS ON HER CHEEK. AT THE PSE THE CHA OF HANDS HER HAND HAD LA HIS AN STANT, A SOFT MERCHANDISE—YOU ARE A GREAT STRANGER NOW—Y. I WAS BORN TO BE A MONK—I AM AAID YOU ARE A HERETIC—ARE YOU MUCH AAID?FOR ANSWER SHE HAD DANCED AWAY OM HIM ALONG THE CHA OF HANDS, DANCG LIGHTLY AND DISCREETLY, GIVG HERSELF TO NONE. THE WHE SPRAY NODD TO HER DANCG AND WHEN SHE WAS SHADOW THE GLOW WAS EPER ON HER CHEEKA MONK! HIS OWN IMAGE STARTED FORTH A PROFANER OF THE CLOISTER, A HERETIC ANCISN, WILLG AND WILLG NOT TO SERVE, SPNG LIKE GHERARDO DA BO SAN DONNO, A LHE WEB OF SOPHISTRY AND WHISPERG HER EARNO, WAS NOT HIS IMAGE. IT WAS LIKE THE IMAGE OF THE YOUNG PRIT WHOSE PANY HE HAD SEEN HER LAST, LOOKG AT HIM OUT OF DOVE'S EY, TOYG WH THE PAG OF HER IRISH PHRASE-BOOK—Y, Y, THE LADI ARE G ROUND TO . I N SEE EVERY DAY. THE LADI ARE WH . THE BT HELPERS THE LANGUAGE HAS—AND THE CHURCH, FATHER MORAN?—THE CHURCH TOO. COMG ROUND TOO. THE WORK IS GOG AHEAD THERE TOO. DON'T ET ABOUT THE CHURCHBAH! HE HAD DONE WELL TO LEAVE THE ROOM DISDA. HE HAD DONE WELL NOT TO SALUTE HER ON THE STEPS OF THE LIBRARY! HE HAD DONE WELL TO LEAVE HER TO FLIRT WH HER PRIT, TO TOY WH A CHURCH WHICH WAS THE SCULLERY-MAID OF CHRISTENDOMRU BTAL ANGER ROUTED THE LAST LGERG STANT OF ECSTASY OM HIS SOUL. IT BROKE UP VLENTLY HER FAIR IMAGE AND FLUNG THE AGMENTS ON ALL SIS. ON ALL SIS DISTORTED REFLECTNS OF HER IMAGE STARTED OM HIS MEMORY: THE FLOWER GIRL THE RAGGED DRS WH DAMP ARSE HAIR AND A HOYN'S FACE WHO HAD LLED HERSELF HIS OWN GIRL AND BEGGED HIS HANDSEL, THE KCHEN-GIRL THE NEXT HOE WHO SANG OVER THE CLATTER OF HER PLAT, WH THE DRAWL OF A UNTRY SGER, THE FIRST BARS OF BY KILLARNEY'S LAKES AND FELLS, A GIRL WHO HAD LGHED GAILY TO SEE HIM STUMBLE WHEN THE IRON GRATG THE FOOTPATH NEAR CORK HILL HAD UGHT THE BROKEN SOLE OF HIS SHOE, A GIRL HE HAD GLANCED AT, ATTRACTED BY HER SMALL RIPE MOUTH, AS SHE PASSED OUT OF JAB'S BISCU FACTORY, WHO HAD CRIED TO HIM OVER HER SHOULR:—DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEEN OF ME, STRAIGHT HAIR AND CURLY EYEBROWS?AND YET HE FELT THAT, HOWEVER HE MIGHT REVILE AND MOCK HER IMAGE, HIS ANGER WAS ALSO A FORM OF HOMAGE. HE HAD LEFT THE CLASSROOM DISDA THAT WAS NOT WHOLLY SCERE, FEELG THAT PERHAPS THE SECRET OF HER RACE LAY BEHD THOSE DARK EY UPON WHICH HER LONG LASH FLUNG A QUICK SHADOW. HE HAD TOLD HIMSELF BTERLY AS HE WALKED THROUGH THE STREETS THAT SHE WAS A FIGURE OF THE WOMANHOOD OF HER UNTRY, A BAT-LIKE SOUL WAKG TO THE NSCNS OF SELF DARKNS AND SECRECY AND LONELS, TARRYG AWHILE, LOVELS AND SLS, WH HER D LOVER AND LEAVG HIM TO WHISPER OF NOCENT TRANSGRSNS THE LATTICED EAR OF A PRIT. HIS ANGER AGAST HER FOUND VENT ARSE RAILG AT HER PARAMOUR, WHOSE NAME AND VOICE AND FEATUR OFFEND HIS BAFFLED PRI: A PRITED PEASANT, WH A BROTHER A POLICEMAN DUBL AND A BROTHER A POTBOY MOYCULLEN. TO HIM SHE WOULD UNVEIL HER SOUL'S SHY NAKEDNS, TO ONE WHO WAS BUT SCHOOLED THE DISCHARGG OF A FORMAL RE RATHER THAN TO HIM, A PRIT OF THE ETERNAL IMAGATN, TRANSMUTG THE DAILY BREAD OF EXPERIENCE TO THE RADIANT BODY OF EVERLIVG LIFETHE RADIANT IMAGE OF THE CHARIST UNED AGA AN STANT HIS BTER AND SPAIRG THOUGHTS, THEIR CRI ARISG UNBROKEN A HYMN OF THANKSGIVG    OUR BROKEN CRI AND MOURNFUL LAYS      RISE ONE CHARISTIC HYMN    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?      WHILE SACRIFICG HANDS UPRAISE      THE CHALICE FLOWG TO THE BRIM    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYSHE SPOKE THE VERS ALOUD OM THE FIRST L TILL THE MIC AND RHYTHM SUFFED HIS MD, TURNG TO QUIET DULGENCE; THEN PIED THEM PAFULLY TO FEEL THEM THE BETTER BY SEEG THEM; THEN LAY BACK ON HIS BOLSTERTHE FULL MORNG LIGHT HAD E. NO SOUND WAS TO BE HEARD; BUT HE KNEW THAT ALL AROUND HIM LIFE WAS ABOUT TO AWAKEN MON NOIS, HOARSE VOIC, SLEEPY PRAYERS. SHRKG OM THAT LIFE HE TURNED TOWARDS THE WALL, MAKG A WL OF THE BLANKET AND STARG AT THE GREAT OVERBLOWN SRLET FLOWERS OF THE TATTERED WALLPAPER. HE TRIED TO WARM HIS PERISHG JOY THEIR SRLET GLOW, IMAGG A ROSEWAY OM WHERE HE LAY UPWARDS TO HEAVEN ALL STREWN WH SRLET FLOWERS. WEARY! WEARY! HE TOO WAS WEARY OF ARNT WAYSA GRADUAL WARMTH, A LANGUORO WEARS PASSED OVER HIM SCENDG ALONG HIS SPE OM HIS CLOSELY WLED HEAD. HE FELT SCEND AND, SEEG HIMSELF AS HE LAY, SED. SOON HE WOULD SLEEPHE HAD WRTEN VERS FOR HER AGA AFTER TEN YEARS. TEN YEARS BEFORE SHE HAD WORN HER SHAWL WLWISE ABOUT HER HEAD, SENDG SPRAYS OF HER WARM BREATH TO THE NIGHT AIR, TAPPG HER FOOT UPON THE GLASSY ROAD. IT WAS THE LAST TRAM; THE LANK BROWN HORS KNEW AND SHOOK THEIR BELLS TO THE CLEAR NIGHT ADMONN. THE NDUCTOR TALKED WH THE DRIVER, BOTH NODDG OFTEN THE GREEN LIGHT OF THE LAMP. THEY STOOD ON THE STEPS OF THE TRAM, HE ON THE UPPER, SHE ON THE LOWER. SHE ME UP TO HIS STEP MANY TIM BETWEEN THEIR PHRAS AND WENT DOWN AGA AND ONCE OR TWICE REMAED BI HIM FETTG TO GO DOWN AND THEN WENT DOWN. LET BE! LET BE!TEN YEARS OM THAT WISDOM OF CHILDREN TO HIS FOLLY. IF HE SENT HER THE VERS? THEY WOULD BE READ OUT AT BREAKFAST AMID THE TAPPG OF EGG-SHELLS. FOLLY ED! HER BROTHERS WOULD LGH AND TRY TO WRT THE PAGE OM EACH OTHER WH THEIR STRONG HARD FGERS. THE SUAVE PRIT, HER UNCLE, SEATED HIS ARM-CHAIR, WOULD HOLD THE PAGE AT ARM'S LENGTH, READ SG AND APPROVE OF THE LERARY FORMNO, NO; THAT WAS FOLLY. EVEN IF HE SENT HER THE VERS SHE WOULD NOT SHOW THEM TO OTHERS. NO, NO; SHE ULD NOTHE BEGAN TO FEEL THAT HE HAD WRONGED HER. A SENSE OF HER NOCENCE MOVED HIM ALMOST TO PY HER, AN NOCENCE HE HAD NEVER UNRSTOOD TILL HE HAD E TO THE KNOWLEDGE OF THROUGH S, AN NOCENCE WHICH SHE TOO HAD NOT UNRSTOOD WHILE SHE WAS NOCENT OR BEFORE THE STRANGE HUIATN OF HER NATURE HAD FIRST E UPON HER. THEN FIRST HER SOUL HAD BEGUN TO LIVE AS HIS SOUL HAD WHEN HE HAD FIRST SNED, AND A TENR PASSN FILLED HIS HEART AS HE REMEMBERED HER AIL PALLOR AND HER EY, HUMBLED AND SADNED BY THE DARK SHAME OF WOMANHOODWHILE HIS SOUL HAD PASSED OM ECSTASY TO LANGUOR WHERE HAD SHE BEEN? MIGHT BE, THE MYSTER WAYS OF SPIRUAL LIFE, THAT HER SOUL AT THOSE SAME MOMENTS HAD BEEN NSC OF HIS HOMAGE? IT MIGHT BEA GLOW OF SIRE KDLED AGA HIS SOUL AND FIRED AND FULFILLED ALL HIS BODY. CONSC OF HIS SIRE SHE WAS WAKG OM ODORO SLEEP, THE TEMPTRS OF HIS VILLANELLE. HER EY, DARK AND WH A LOOK OF LANGUOR, WERE OPENG TO HIS EY. HER NAKEDNS YIELD TO HIM, RADIANT, WARM, ODORO AND LAVISH-LIMBED, ENFOLD HIM LIKE A SHG CLOUD, ENFOLD HIM LIKE WATER WH A LIQUID LIFE; AND LIKE A CLOUD OF VAPOUR OR LIKE WATERS CIRCUMFLUENT SPACE THE LIQUID LETTERS OF SPEECH, SYMBOLS OF THE ELEMENT OF MYSTERY, FLOWED FORTH OVER HIS BRA    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS    LURE OF THE FALLEN SERAPHIM?    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYS    YOUR EY HAVE SET MAN'S HEART ABLAZE    AND YOU HAVE HAD YOUR WILL OF HIM    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?    ABOVE THE FLAME THE SMOKE OF PRAISE    GO UP OM OCEAN RIM TO RIM    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYS    OUR BROKEN CRI AND MOURNFUL LAYS    RISE ONE CHARISTIC HYMN    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?    WHILE SACRIFICG HANDS UPRAISE    THE CHALICE FLOWG TO THE BRIM    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYS    AND STILL YOU HOLD OUR LONGG GAZE    WH LANGUORO LOOK AND LAVISH LIMB!    ARE YOU NOT WEARY OF ARNT WAYS?    TELL NO MORE OF ENCHANTED DAYSWHAT BIRDS WERE THEY? HE STOOD ON THE STEPS OF THE LIBRARY TO LOOK AT THEM, LEANG WEARILY ON HIS ASHPLANT. THEY FLEW ROUND AND ROUND THE JUTTG SHOULR OF A HOE MOLWORTH STREET. THE AIR OF THE LATE MARCH EVENG MA CLEAR THEIR FLIGHT, THEIR DARK QUIVERG BODI FLYG CLEARLY AGAST THE SKY AS AGAST A LIMP-HUNG CLOTH OF SMOKY TENUO BLUEHE WATCHED THEIR FLIGHT; BIRD AFTER BIRD: A DARK FLASH, A SWERVE, A FLUTTER OF WGS. HE TRIED TO UNT THEM BEFORE ALL THEIR DARTG QUIVERG BODI PASSED: SIX, TEN, ELEVEN: AND WONRED WERE THEY ODD OR EVEN NUMBER. TWELVE, THIRTEEN: FOR TWO ME WHEELG DOWN OM THE UPPER SKY. THEY WERE FLYG HIGH AND LOW BUT EVER ROUND AND ROUND STRAIGHT AND CURVG L AND EVER FLYG OM LEFT TO RIGHT, CIRCLG ABOUT A TEMPLE OF AIRHE LISTENED TO THE CRI: LIKE THE SQUEAK OF MICE BEHD THE WAST: A SHRILL TWOFOLD NOTE. BUT THE NOT WERE LONG AND SHRILL AND WHIRRG, UNLIKE THE CRY OF VERM, FALLG A THIRD OR A FOURTH AND TRILLED AS THE FLYG BEAKS CLOVE THE AIR. THEIR CRY WAS SHRILL AND CLEAR AND FE AND FALLG LIKE THREADS OF SILKEN LIGHT UNWOUND OM WHIRRG SPOOLSTHE HUMAN CLAMOUR SOOTHED HIS EARS WHICH HIS MOTHER'S SOBS AND REPROACH MURMURED SISTENTLY AND THE DARK AIL QUIVERG BODI WHEELG AND FLUTTERG AND SWERVG ROUND AN AIRY TEMPLE OF THE TENUO SKY SOOTHED HIS EY WHICH STILL SAW THE IMAGE OF HIS MOTHER'S FACEWHY WAS HE GAZG UPWARDS OM THE STEPS OF THE PORCH, HEARG THEIR SHRILL TWOFOLD CRY, WATCHG THEIR FLIGHT? FOR AN GURY OF GOOD OR EVIL? A PHRASE OF CORNELI AGRIPPA FLEW THROUGH HIS MD AND THEN THERE FLEW HHER AND THHER SHAPELS THOUGHTS OM SWENB ON THE RRPONNCE OF BIRDS TO THGS OF THE TELLECT AND OF HOW THE CREATUR OF THE AIR HAVE THEIR KNOWLEDGE AND KNOW THEIR TIM AND SEASONS BEE THEY, UNLIKE MAN, ARE THE ORR OF THEIR LIFE AND HAVE NOT PERVERTED THAT ORR BY REASONAND FOR AG MEN HAD GAZED UPWARD AS HE WAS GAZG AT BIRDS FLIGHT. THE LONNA ABOVE HIM MA HIM THK VAGUELY OF AN ANCIENT TEMPLE AND THE ASHPLANT ON WHICH HE LEANED WEARILY OF THE CURVED STICK OF AN GUR. A SENSE OF FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN MOVED THE HEART OF HIS WEARS, A FEAR OF SYMBOLS AND PORTENTS, OF THE HAWK-LIKE MAN WHOSE NAME HE BORE SOARG OUT OF HIS PTIVY ON OSIER-WOVEN WGS, OF THOTH, THE GOD OF WRERS, WRG WH A REED UPON A TABLET AND BEARG ON HIS NARROW IBIS HEAD THE CPED MOONHE SED AS HE THOUGHT OF THE GOD'S IMAGE FOR MA HIM THK OF A BOTTLE-NOSED JUDGE A WIG, PUTTG MAS TO A DOCUMENT WHICH HE HELD AT ARM'S LENGTH, AND HE KNEW THAT HE WOULD NOT HAVE REMEMBERED THE GOD'S NAME BUT THAT WAS LIKE AN IRISH OATH. IT WAS FOLLY. BUT WAS FOR THIS FOLLY THAT HE WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE FOR EVER THE HOE OF PRAYER AND PNCE TO WHICH HE HAD BEEN BORN AND THE ORR OF LIFE OUT OF WHICH HE HAD E?THEY ME BACK WH SHRILL CRI OVER THE JUTTG SHOULR OF THE HOE, FLYG DARKLY AGAST THE FADG AIR. WHAT BIRDS WERE THEY? HE THOUGHT THAT THEY MT BE SWALLOWS WHO HAD E BACK OM THE SOUTH. THEN HE WAS TO GO AWAY FOR THEY WERE BIRDS EVER GOG AND G, BUILDG EVER AN UNLASTG HOME UNR THE EAV OF MEN'S HO AND EVER LEAVG THE HOM THEY HAD BUILT TO WANRBEND DOWN YOUR FAC, OONA AND ALEELI GAZE UPON THEM AS THE SWALLOW GAZUPON THE NT UNR THE EAVE BEFOREHE WANR THE LOUD WATERSA SOFT LIQUID JOY LIKE THE NOISE OF MANY WATERS FLOWED OVER HIS MEMORY AND HE FELT HIS HEART THE SOFT PEACE OF SILENT SPAC OF FADG TENUO SKY ABOVE THE WATERS, OF OCEANIC SILENCE, OF SWALLOWS FLYG THROUGH THE SEA-DK OVER THE FLOWG WATERSA SOFT LIQUID JOY FLOWED THROUGH THE WORDS WHERE THE SOFT LONG VOWELS HURTLED NOISELSLY AND FELL AWAY, LAPPG AND FLOWG BACK AND EVER SHAKG THE WHE BELLS OF THEIR WAV MUTE CHIME AND MUTE PEAL, AND SOFT LOW SWOONG CRY; AND HE FELT THAT THE GURY HE HAD SOUGHT THE WHEELG DARTG BIRDS AND THE PALE SPACE OF SKY ABOVE HIM HAD E FORTH OM HIS HEART LIKE A BIRD OM A TURRET, QUIETLY AND SWIFTLYSYMBOL OF PARTURE OR OF LONELS? THE VERS CROONED THE EAR OF HIS MEMORY POSED SLOWLY BEFORE HIS REMEMBERG EY THE SCENE OF THE HALL ON THE NIGHT OF THE OPENG OF THE NATNAL THEATRE. HE WAS ALONE AT THE SI OF THE BALNY, LOOKG OUT OF JAD EY AT THE CULTURE OF DUBL THE STALLS AND AT THE TAWDRY SCENE-CLOTHS AND HUMAN DOLLS AMED BY THE GARISH LAMPS OF THE STAGE. A BURLY POLICEMAN SWEATED BEHD HIM AND SEEMED AT EVERY MOMENT ABOUT TO ACT. THE TLLS AND HISS AND MOCKG CRI RAN GTS ROUND THE HALL OM HIS STTERED FELLOW STUNTS—A LIBEL ON IRELAND!—MA GERMANY—BLASPHEMY!—WE NEVER SOLD OUR FAH!—NO IRISH WOMAN EVER DID !—WE WANT NO AMATR ATHEISTS—WE WANT NO BUDDG BUDDHISTSA SUDN SWIFT HISS FELL OM THE WDOWS ABOVE HIM AND HE KNEW THAT THE ELECTRIC LAMPS HAD BEEN SWCHED ON THE REAR'S ROOM. HE TURNED TO THE PILLARED HALL, NOW LMLY L, WENT UP THE STAIRSE AND PASSED THROUGH THE CLICKG TURNSTILECRANLY WAS STG OVER NEAR THE DICTNARI. A THICK BOOK, OPENED AT THE ONTISPIECE, LAY BEFORE HIM ON THE WOON RT. HE LEANED BACK HIS CHAIR, CLG HIS EAR LIKE THAT OF A NFSOR TO THE FACE OF THE MEDIL STUNT WHO WAS READG TO HIM A PROBLEM OM THE CHS PAGE OF A JOURNAL. STEPHEN SAT DOWN AT HIS RIGHT AND THE PRIT AT THE OTHER SI OF THE TABLE CLOSED HIS PY OF THE TABLET WH AN ANGRY SNAP AND STOOD UPCRANLY GAZED AFTER HIM BLANDLY AND VAGUELY. THE MEDIL STUNT WENT ON A SOFTER VOICE:—PAWN TO KG'S FOURTH—WE HAD BETTER GO, DIXON, SAID STEPHEN WARNG. HE HAS GONE TO PLADIXON FOLD THE JOURNAL AND ROSE WH DIGNY, SAYG:—OUR MEN RETIRED GOOD ORR—WH GUNS AND TTLE, ADD STEPHEN, POTG TO THE TLEPAGE OF CRANLY'S BOOK ON WHICH WAS PRTED DISEASES OF THE OXAS THEY PASSED THROUGH A LANE OF THE TABL STEPHEN SAID:—CRANLY, I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUCRANLY DID NOT ANSWER OR TURN. HE LAID HIS BOOK ON THE UNTER AND PASSED OUT, HIS WELL-SHOD FEET SOUNDG FLATLY ON THE FLOOR. ON THE STAIRSE HE PSED AND GAZG ABSENTLY AT DIXON REPEATED:—PAWN TO KG'S BLOODY FOURTH—PUT THAT WAY IF YOU LIKE, DIXON SAIDHE HAD A QUIET TONELS VOICE AND URBANE MANNERS AND ON A FGER OF HIS PLUMP CLEAN HAND HE DISPLAYED AT MOMENTS A SIG RGAS THEY CROSSED THE HALL A MAN OF DWARFISH STATURE ME TOWARDS THEM. UNR THE DOME OF HIS TY HAT HIS UNSHAVEN FACE BEGAN TO SE WH PLEASURE AND HE WAS HEARD TO MURMUR. THE EY WERE MELANCHOLY AS THOSE OF A MONKEY—GOOD EVENG, GENTLEMEN, SAID THE STUBBLE-GROWN MONKEYISH FACE—WARM WEATHER FOR MARCH, SAID CRANLY. THEY HAVE THE WDOWS OPEN UPSTAIRSDIXON SED AND TURNED HIS RG. THE BLACKISH, MONKEY-PUCKERED FACE PURSED S HUMAN MOUTH WH GENTLE PLEASURE AND S VOICE PURRED:—DELIGHTFUL WEATHER FOR MARCH. SIMPLY LIGHTFUL—THERE ARE TWO NICE YOUNG LADI UPSTAIRS, PTA, TIRED OF WAG, DIXON SAIDCRANLY SED AND SAID KDLY:—THE PTA HAS ONLY ONE LOVE: SIR WALTER STT. ISN'T THAT SO, PTA?—WHAT ARE YOU READG NOW, PTA? DIXON ASKED. THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR?—I LOVE OLD STT, THE FLEXIBLE LIPS SAID, I THK HE WR SOMETHG LOVELY. THERE IS NO WRER N TOUCH SIR WALTER STTHE MOVED A TH SHNKEN BROWN HAND GENTLY THE AIR TIME TO HIS PRAISE AND HIS TH QUICK EYELIDS BEAT OFTEN OVER HIS SAD EYSADR TO STEPHEN'S EAR WAS HIS SPEECH: A GENTEEL ACCENT, LOW AND MOIST, MARRED BY ERRORS, AND, LISTENG TO , HE WONRED WAS THE STORY TE AND WAS THE TH BLOOD THAT FLOWED HIS SHNKEN AME NOBLE AND E OF AN CTUO LOVE?THE PARK TRE WERE HEAVY WH RA; AND RA FELL STILL AND EVER THE LAKE, LYG GREY LIKE A SHIELD. A GAME OF SWANS FLEW THERE AND THE WATER AND THE SHORE BENEATH WERE FOULED WH THEIR GREEN-WHE SLIME. THEY EMBRACED SOFTLY, IMPELLED BY THE GREY RAY LIGHT, THE WET SILENT TRE, THE SHIELD-LIKE WNSG LAKE, THE SWANS. THEY EMBRACED WHOUT JOY OR PASSN, HIS ARM ABOUT HIS SISTER'S NECK. A GREY WOOLLEN CLOAK WAS WRAPPED ATHWART HER OM HER SHOULR TO HER WAIST AND HER FAIR HEAD WAS BENT WILLG SHAME. HE HAD LOOSE RED-BROWN HAIR AND TENR SHAPELY STRONG ECKLED HANDS. FACE? THERE WAS NO FACE SEEN. THE BROTHER'S FACE WAS BENT UPON HER FAIR RA-AGRANT HAIR. THE HAND ECKLED AND STRONG AND SHAPELY AND RSG WAS DAV'S HANDHE OWNED ANGRILY UPON HIS THOUGHT AND ON THE SHRIVELLED MANNIK WHO HAD LLED FORTH. HIS FATHER'S JIB AT THE BANTRY GANG LEAPED OUT OF HIS MEMORY. HE HELD THEM AT A DISTANCE AND BROOD UNEASILY ON HIS OWN THOUGHT AGA. WHY WERE THEY NOT CRANLY'S HANDS? HAD DAV'S SIMPLICY AND NOCENCE STUNG HIM MORE SECRETLY?HE WALKED ON ACROSS THE HALL WH DIXON, LEAVG CRANLY TO TAKE LEAVE ELABORATELY OF THE DWARFUNR THE LONNA TEMPLE WAS STANDG THE MIDST OF A LTLE GROUP OF STUNTS. ONE OF THEM CRIED:—DIXON, E OVER TILL YOU HEAR. TEMPLE IS GRAND FORMTEMPLE TURNED ON HIM HIS DARK GIPSY EY—YOU'RE A HYPOCRE, O'KEEFFE, HE SAID. AND DIXON IS A SER. BY HELL, I THK THAT'S A GOOD LERARY EXPRSNHE LGHED SLYLY, LOOKG STEPHEN'S FACE, REPEATG:—BY HELL, I'M LIGHTED WH THAT NAME. A SERA STOUT STUNT WHO STOOD BELOW THEM ON THE STEPS SAID:—COME BACK TO THE MISTRS, TEMPLE. WE WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT—HE HAD, FAH, TEMPLE SAID. AND HE WAS A MARRIED MAN TOO. AND ALL THE PRITS ED TO BE DG THERE. BY HELL, I THK THEY ALL HAD A TOUCH—WE SHALL LL RIDG A HACK TO SPARE THE HUNTER, SAID DIXON—TELL , TEMPLE, O'KEEFFE SAID, HOW MANY QUARTS OF PORTER HAVE YOU YOU?—ALL YOUR TELLECTUAL SOUL IS THAT PHRASE, O'KEEFFE, SAID TEMPLE WH OPEN SRNHE MOVED WH A SHAMBLG GA ROUND THE GROUP AND SPOKE TO STEPHEN—DID YOU KNOW THAT THE FORSTERS ARE THE KGS OF BELGIUM? HE ASKEDCRANLY ME OUT THROUGH THE DOOR OF THE ENTRANCE HALL, HIS HAT THST BACK ON THE NAPE OF HIS NECK AND PICKG HIS TEETH WH RE—AND HERE'S THE WISEACRE, SAID TEMPLE. DO YOU KNOW THAT ABOUT THE FORSTERS?HE PSED FOR AN ANSWER. CRANLY DISLODGED A FIGSEED OM HIS TEETH ON THE POT OF HIS TOOTHPICK AND GAZED AT TENTLY—THE FORSTER FAY, TEMPLE SAID, IS SCEND OM BALDW THE FIRST, KG OF FLANRS. HE WAS LLED THE FORTER. FORTER AND FORSTER ARE THE SAME NAME. A SCENDANT OF BALDW THE FIRST, PTA FRANCIS FORSTER, SETTLED IRELAND AND MARRIED THE DGHTER OF THE LAST CHIEFTA OF CLANBRASSIL. THEN THERE ARE THE BLAKE FORSTERS. THAT'S A DIFFERENT BRANCH—FROM BALDHEAD, KG OF FLANRS, CRANLY REPEATED, ROOTG AGA LIBERATELY AT HIS GLEAMG UNVERED TEETH—WHERE DID YOU PICK UP ALL THAT HISTORY? O'KEEFFE ASKED—I KNOW ALL THE HISTORY OF YOUR FAY, TOO, TEMPLE SAID, TURNG TO STEPHEN. DO YOU KNOW WHAT GIRALD CAMBRENSIS SAYS ABOUT YOUR FAY?—IS HE SCEND OM BALDW TOO? ASKED A TALL NSUMPTIVE STUNT WH DARK EY—BALDHEAD, CRANLY REPEATED, SUCKG AT A CREVICE HIS TEETH—PERNOBILIS ET PERVETUSTA FAMILIA, TEMPLE SAID TO STEPHENTHE STOUT STUNT WHO STOOD BELOW THEM ON THE STEPS FARTED BRIEFLY. DIXON TURNED TOWARDS HIM, SAYG A SOFT VOICE:—DID AN ANGEL SPEAK?CRANLY TURNED ALSO AND SAID VEHEMENTLY BUT WHOUT ANGER:—GOGGS, YOU'RE THE FLAMGT DIRTY VIL I EVER MET, DO YOU KNOW—I HAD ON MY MD TO SAY THAT, GOGGS ANSWERED FIRMLY. IT DID NO ONE ANY HARM, DID ?—WE HOPE, DIXON SAID SUAVELY, THAT WAS NOT OF THE KD KNOWN TO SCIENCE AS A PAULO POST FUTURUM—DIDN'T I TELL YOU HE WAS A SER? SAID TEMPLE, TURNG RIGHT AND LEFT. DIDN'T I GIVE HIM THAT NAME?—YOU DID. WE'RE NOT AF, SAID THE TALL NSUMPTIVECRANLY STILL OWNED AT THE STOUT STUNT BELOW HIM. THEN, WH A SNORT OF DISGT, HE SHOVED HIM VLENTLY DOWN THE STEPS—GO AWAY OM HERE, HE SAID LY. GO AWAY, YOU STKPOT. AND YOU ARE A STKPOTGOGGS SKIPPED DOWN ON TO THE GRAVEL AND AT ONCE RETURNED TO HIS PLACE WH GOOD HUMOUR. TEMPLE TURNED BACK TO STEPHEN AND ASKED:—DO YOU BELIEVE THE LAW OF HEREDY?—ARE YOU DNK OR WHAT ARE YOU OR WHAT ARE YOU TRYG TO SAY? ASKED CRANLY, FACG ROUND ON HIM WH AN EXPRSN OF WONR—THE MOST PROFOUND SENTENCE EVER WRTEN, TEMPLE SAID WH ENTHIASM, IS THE SENTENCE AT THE END OF THE ZOOLOGY. REPRODUCTN IS THE BEGNG OF ATHHE TOUCHED STEPHEN TIMIDLY AT THE ELBOW AND SAID EAGERLY:—DO YOU FEEL HOW PROFOUND THAT IS BEE YOU ARE A POET?CRANLY POTED HIS LONG FOREFGER—LOOK AT HIM! HE SAID WH SRN TO THE OTHERS. LOOK AT IRELAND'S HOPE!THEY LGHED AT HIS WORDS AND GTURE. TEMPLE TURNED ON HIM BRAVELY, SAYG:—CRANLY, YOU'RE ALWAYS SNEERG AT ME. I N SEE THAT. BUT I AM AS GOOD AS YOU ANY DAY. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I THK ABOUT YOU NOW AS PARED WH MYSELF?—MY AR MAN, SAID CRANLY URBANELY, YOU ARE PABLE, DO YOU KNOW, ABSOLUTELY PABLE OF THKG—BUT DO YOU KNOW, TEMPLE WENT ON, WHAT I THK OF YOU AND OF MYSELF PARED TOGETHER?—OUT WH , TEMPLE! THE STOUT STUNT CRIED OM THE STEPS. GET OUT BS!TEMPLE TURNED RIGHT AND LEFT, MAKG SUDN FEEBLE GTUR AS HE SPOKE—I'M A BALLOCKS, HE SAID, SHAKG HIS HEAD SPAIR. I AM AND I KNOW I AM. AND I ADM THAT I AMDIXON PATTED HIM LIGHTLY ON THE SHOULR AND SAID DLY:—AND DO YOU EVERY CRED, TEMPLE—BUT HE, TEMPLE SAID, POTG TO CRANLY, HE IS A BALLOCKS, TOO, LIKE ME. ONLY HE DON'T KNOW . AND THAT'S THE ONLY DIFFERENCE I SEEA BURST OF LGHTER VERED HIS WORDS. BUT HE TURNED AGA TO STEPHEN AND SAID WH A SUDN EAGERNS:—THAT WORD IS A MOST TERTG WORD. THAT'S THE ONLY ENGLISH DUAL NUMBER. DID YOU KNOW?—IS ? STEPHEN SAID VAGUELYHE WAS WATCHG CRANLY'S FIRM-FEATURED SUFFERG FACE, L UP NOW BY A SE OF FALSE PATIENCE. THE GROSS NAME HAD PASSED OVER LIKE FOUL WATER POURED OVER AN OLD STONE IMAGE, PATIENT OF JURI; AND, AS HE WATCHED HIM, HE SAW HIM RAISE HIS HAT SALUTE AND UNVER THE BLACK HAIR THAT STOOD STIFFLY OM HIS FOREHEAD LIKE AN IRON CROWNSHE PASSED OUT OM THE PORCH OF THE LIBRARY AND BOWED ACROSS STEPHEN REPLY TO CRANLY'S GREETG. HE ALSO? WAS THERE NOT A SLIGHT FLH ON CRANLY'S CHEEK? OR HAD E FORTH AT TEMPLE'S WORDS? THE LIGHT HAD WANED. HE ULD NOT SEEDID THAT EXPLA HIS IEND'S LISTLS SILENCE, HIS HARSH MENTS, THE SUDN TSNS OF SPEECH WH WHICH HE HAD SHATTERED SO OFTEN STEPHEN'S ARNT WAYWARD NFSNS? STEPHEN HAD FIVEN EELY FOR HE HAD FOUND THIS NS ALSO HIMSELF. AND HE REMEMBERED AN EVENG WHEN HE HAD DISMOUNTED OM A BORROWED CREAKG BICYCLE TO PRAY TO GOD A WOOD NEAR MALAHI. HE HAD LIFTED UP HIS ARMS AND SPOKEN ECSTASY TO THE SOMBRE NAVE OF THE TRE, KNOWG THAT HE STOOD ON HOLY GROUND AND A HOLY HOUR. AND WHEN TWO NSTABULARY MEN HAD E TO SIGHT ROUND A BEND THE GLOOMY ROAD HE HAD BROKEN OFF HIS PRAYER TO WHISTLE LOUDLY AN AIR OM THE LAST PANTOMIMEHE BEGAN TO BEAT THE AYED END OF HIS ASHPLANT AGAST THE BASE OF A PILLAR. HAD CRANLY NOT HEARD HIM? YET HE ULD WA. THE TALK ABOUT HIM CEASED FOR A MOMENT AND A SOFT HISS FELL AGA OM A WDOW ABOVE. BUT NO OTHER SOUND WAS THE AIR AND THE SWALLOWS WHOSE FLIGHT HE HAD FOLLOWED WH IDLE EY WERE SLEEPGSHE HAD PASSED THROUGH THE DK. AND THEREFORE THE AIR WAS SILENT SAVE FOR ONE SOFT HISS THAT FELL. AND THEREFORE THE TONGU ABOUT HIM HAD CEASED THEIR BABBLE. DARKNS WAS FALLGDARKNS FALLS OM THE AIRA TREMBLG JOY, LAMBENT AS A FAT LIGHT, PLAYED LIKE A FAIRY HOST AROUND HIM. BUT WHY? HER PASSAGE THROUGH THE DARKENG AIR OR THE VERSE WH S BLACK VOWELS AND S OPENG SOUND, RICH AND LUTELIKE?HE WALKED AWAY SLOWLY TOWARDS THE EPER SHADOWS AT THE END OF THE LONNA, BEATG THE STONE SOFTLY WH HIS STICK TO HI HIS REVERY OM THE STUNTS WHOM HE HAD LEFT: AND ALLOWED HIS MD TO SUMMON BACK TO SELF THE AGE OF DOWLAND AND BYRD AND NASHEY, OPENG OM THE DARKNS OF SIRE, EY THAT DIMMED THE BREAKG EAST. WHAT WAS THEIR LANGUID GRACE BUT THE SOFTNS OF CHAMBERG? AND WHAT WAS THEIR SHIMMER BUT THE SHIMMER OF THE SCUM THAT MANTLED THE CSPOOL OF THE URT OF A SLOBBERG STUART. AND HE TASTED THE LANGUAGE OF MEMORY AMBERED W, DYG FALLGS OF SWEET AIRS, THE PROUD PAVAN, AND SAW WH THE EY OF MEMORY KD GENTLEWOMEN COVENT GARN WOOG OM THEIR BALNI WH SUCKG MOUTHS AND THE POX-FOULED WENCH OF THE TAVERNS AND YOUNG WIV THAT, GAILY YIELDG TO THEIR RAVISHERS, CLIPPED AND CLIPPED AGATHE IMAG HE HAD SUMMONED GAVE HIM NO PLEASURE. THEY WERE SECRET AND FLAMG BUT HER IMAGE WAS NOT ENTANGLED BY THEM. THAT WAS NOT THE WAY TO THK OF HER. IT WAS NOT EVEN THE WAY WHICH HE THOUGHT OF HER. COULD HIS MD THEN NOT TST SELF? OLD PHRAS, SWEET ONLY WH A DISTERRED SWEETNS LIKE THE FIGSEEDS CRANLY ROOTED OUT OF HIS GLEAMG TEETHIT WAS NOT THOUGHT NOR VISN THOUGH HE KNEW VAGUELY THAT HER FIGURE WAS PASSG HOMEWARD THROUGH THE CY. VAGUELY FIRST AND THEN MORE SHARPLY HE SMELT HER BODY. A NSC UNRT SEETHED HIS BLOOD. Y, WAS HER BODY HE SMELT, A WILD AND LANGUID SMELL, THE TEPID LIMBS OVER WHICH HIS MIC HAD FLOWED SIROLY AND THE SECRET SOFT LEN UPON WHICH HER FLH DISTILLED ODOUR AND A WA LOE CRAWLED OVER THE NAPE OF HIS NECK AND, PUTTG HIS THUMB AND FOREFGER FTLY BENEATH HIS LOOSE LLAR, HE UGHT . HE ROLLED S BODY, TENR YET BRTLE AS A GRA OF RICE, BETWEEN THUMB AND FGER FOR AN STANT BEFORE HE LET FALL OM HIM AND WONRED WOULD LIVE OR DIE. THERE ME TO HIS MD A CUR PHRASE OM CORNELIUS A LAPIDE WHICH SAID THAT THE LICE BORN OF HUMAN SWEAT WERE NOT CREATED BY GOD WH THE OTHER ANIMALS ON THE SIXTH DAY. BUT THE TICKLG OF THE SK OF HIS NECK MA HIS MD RAW AND RED. THE LIFE OF HIS BODY, ILL CLAD, ILL FED, LOE-EATEN, MA HIM CLOSE HIS EYELIDS A SUDN SPASM OF SPAIR AND THE DARKNS HE SAW THE BRTLE BRIGHT BODI OF LICE FALLG OM THE AIR AND TURNG OFTEN AS THEY FELL. Y, AND WAS NOT DARKNS THAT FELL OM THE AIR. IT WAS BRIGHTNSBRIGHTNS FALLS OM THE AIRHE HAD NOT EVEN REMEMBERED RIGHTLY NASH'S LE. ALL THE IMAG HAD AWAKENED WERE FALSE. HIS MD BRED VERM. HIS THOUGHTS WERE LICE BORN OF THE SWEAT OF SLOTHHE ME BACK QUICKLY ALONG THE LONNA TOWARDS THE GROUP OF STUNTS. WELL THEN, LET HER GO AND BE DAMNED TO HER! SHE ULD LOVE SOME CLEAN ATHLETE WHO WASHED HIMSELF EVERY MORNG TO THE WAIST AND HAD BLACK HAIR ON HIS CHT. LET HERCRANLY HAD TAKEN ANOTHER DRIED FIG OM THE SUPPLY HIS POCKET AND WAS EATG SLOWLY AND NOISILY. TEMPLE SAT ON THE PEDIMENT OF A PILLAR, LEANG BACK, HIS P PULLED DOWN ON HIS SLEEPY EY. A SQUAT YOUNG MAN ME OUT OF THE PORCH, A LEATHER PORTFOL TUCKED UNR HIS ARMP. HE MARCHED TOWARDS THE GROUP, STRIKG THE FLAGS WH THE HEELS OF HIS BOOTS AND WH THE FERLE OF HIS HEAVY UMBRELLA. THEN, RAISG THE UMBRELLA SALUTE, HE SAID TO ALL:—GOOD EVENG, SIRSHE STCK THE FLAGS AGA AND TTERED WHILE HIS HEAD TREMBLED WH A SLIGHT NERVO MOVEMENT. THE TALL NSUMPTIVE STUNT AND DIXON AND O'KEEFFE WERE SPEAKG IRISH AND DID NOT ANSWER HIM. THEN, TURNG TO CRANLY, HE SAID:—GOOD EVENG, PARTICULARLY TO YOUHE MOVED THE UMBRELLA DITN AND TTERED AGA. CRANLY, WHO WAS STILL CHEWG THE FIG, ANSWERED WH LOUD MOVEMENTS OF HIS JAWS—GOOD? Y. IT IS A GOOD EVENGTHE SQUAT STUNT LOOKED AT HIM SERLY AND SHOOK HIS UMBRELLA GENTLY AND REPROVGLY—I N SEE, HE SAID, THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO MAKE OBV REMARKS—UM, CRANLY ANSWERED, HOLDG OUT WHAT REMAED OF THE HALF CHEWED FIG AND JERKG TOWARDS THE SQUAT STUNT'S MOUTH SIGN THAT HE SHOULD EATTHE SQUAT STUNT DID NOT EAT BUT, DULGG HIS SPECIAL HUMOUR, SAID GRAVELY, STILL TTERG AND PRODDG HIS PHRASE WH HIS UMBRELLA:—DO YOU TEND THAT...?HE BROKE OFF, POTED BLUNTLY TO THE MUNCHED PULP OF THE FIG, AND SAID LOUDLY:—I ALLU TO THAT—UM, CRANLY SAID AS BEFORE—DO YOU TEND THAT NOW, THE SQUAT STUNT SAID, AS IPSO FACTO OR, LET SAY, AS SO TO SPEAK?DIXON TURNED ASI OM HIS GROUP, SAYG:—GOGGS WAS WAG FOR YOU, GLYNN. HE HAS GONE ROUND TO THE ALPHI TO LOOK FOR YOU AND MOYNIHAN. WHAT HAVE YOU THERE? HE ASKED, TAPPG THE PORTFOL UNR GLYNN'S ARM—EXAMATN PAPERS, GLYNN ANSWERED. I GIVE THEM MONTHLY EXAMATNS TO SEE THAT THEY ARE PROFG BY MY TUNHE ALSO TAPPED THE PORTFOL AND UGHED GENTLY AND SED—TUN! SAID CRANLY LY. I SUPPOSE YOU MEAN THE BAREFOOTED CHILDREN THAT ARE TGHT BY A BLOODY APE LIKE YOU. GOD HELP THEM!HE B OFF THE RT OF THE FIG AND FLUNG AWAY THE BUTT—I SUFFER LTLE CHILDREN TO E UNTO ME, GLYNN SAID AMIABLY—A BLOODY APE, CRANLY REPEATED WH EMPHASIS, AND A BLASPHEMO BLOODY APE!TEMPLE STOOD UP AND, PHG PAST CRANLY, ADDRSED GLYNN:—THAT PHRASE YOU SAID NOW, HE SAID, IS OM THE NEW TTAMENT ABOUT SUFFER THE CHILDREN TO E TO ME—GO TO SLEEP AGA, TEMPLE, SAID O'KEEFFE—VERY WELL, THEN, TEMPLE NTUED, STILL ADDRSG GLYNN, AND IF J SUFFERED THE CHILDREN TO E WHY DO THE CHURCH SEND THEM ALL TO HELL IF THEY DIE UNBAPTIZED? WHY IS THAT?—WERE YOU BAPTIZED YOURSELF, TEMPLE? THE NSUMPTIVE STUNT ASKED—BUT WHY ARE THEY SENT TO HELL IF J SAID THEY WERE ALL TO E? TEMPLE SAID, HIS EY SEARCHG GLYNN'S EYGLYNN UGHED AND SAID GENTLY, HOLDG BACK WH DIFFICULTY THE NERVO TTER HIS VOICE AND MOVG HIS UMBRELLA AT EVERY WORD:—AND, AS YOU REMARK, IF IS TH, I ASK EMPHATILLY WHENCE THIS THNS—BEE THE CHURCH IS CEL LIKE ALL OLD SNERS, TEMPLE SAID—ARE YOU QUE ORTHODOX ON THAT POT, TEMPLE? DIXON SAID SUAVELY—SAT AUGTE SAYS THAT ABOUT UNBAPTIZED CHILDREN GOG TO HELL, TEMPLE ANSWERED, BEE HE WAS A CEL OLD SNER TOO—I BOW TO YOU, DIXON SAID, BUT I HAD THE IMPRSN THAT LIMBO EXISTED FOR SUCH S—DON'T ARGUE WH HIM, DIXON, CRANLY SAID BTALLY. DON'T TALK TO HIM OR LOOK AT HIM. LEAD HIM HOME WH A SUGAN THE WAY YOU'D LEAD A BLEATG GOAT—LIMBO! TEMPLE CRIED. THAT'S A FE VENTN TOO. LIKE HELL—BUT WH THE UNPLEASANTNS LEFT OUT, DIXON SAIDHE TURNED SG TO THE OTHERS AND SAID:—I THK I AM VOICG THE OPNS OF ALL PRENT SAYG SO MUCH—YOU ARE, GLYNN SAID A FIRM TONE. ON THAT POT IRELAND IS UNEDHE STCK THE FERLE OF HIS UMBRELLA ON THE STONE FLOOR OF THE LONNA—HELL, TEMPLE SAID. I N RPECT THAT VENTN OF THE GREY SPOE OF SATAN. HELL IS ROMAN, LIKE THE WALLS OF THE ROMANS, STRONG AND UGLY. BUT WHAT IS LIMBO?—PUT HIM BACK TO THE PERAMBULATOR, CRANLY, O'KEEFFE LLED OUTCRANLY MA A SWIFT STEP TOWARDS TEMPLE, HALTED, STAMPG HIS FOOT, CRYG AS IF TO A FOWL:—HOOSH!TEMPLE MOVED AWAY NIMBLY—DO YOU KNOW WHAT LIMBO IS? HE CRIED. DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE LL A NOTN LIKE THAT ROSMON?—HOOSH! BLAST YOU! CRANLY CRIED, CLAPPG HIS HANDS—NEHER MY ARSE NOR MY ELBOW! TEMPLE CRIED OUT SRNFULLY. AND THAT'S WHAT I LL LIMBO—GIVE THAT STICK HERE, CRANLY SAIDHE SNATCHED THE ASHPLANT ROUGHLY OM STEPHEN'S HAND AND SPRANG DOWN THE STEPS: BUT TEMPLE, HEARG HIM MOVE PURSU, FLED THROUGH THE DK LIKE A WILD CREATURE, NIMBLE AND FLEET-FOOTED. CRANLY'S HEAVY BOOTS WERE HEARD LOUDLY CHARGG ACROSS THE QUADRANGLE AND THEN RETURNG HEAVILY, FOILED AND SPURNG THE GRAVEL AT EACH STEPHIS STEP WAS ANGRY AND WH AN ANGRY ABPT GTURE HE THST THE STICK BACK TO STEPHEN'S HAND. STEPHEN FELT THAT HIS ANGER HAD ANOTHER E BUT, FEIGNG PATIENCE, TOUCHED HIS ARM SLIGHTLY AND SAID QUIETLY:—CRANLY, I TOLD YOU I WANTED TO SPEAK TO YOU. COME AWAYCRANLY LOOKED AT HIM FOR A FEW MOMENTS AND ASKED:—NOW?—Y, NOW, STEPHEN SAID. WE N'T SPEAK HERE. COME AWAYTHEY CROSSED THE QUADRANGLE TOGETHER WHOUT SPEAKG. THE BIRD LL OM SIEGFRIED WHISTLED SOFTLY FOLLOWED THEM OM THE STEPS OF THE PORCH. CRANLY TURNED, AND DIXON, WHO HAD WHISTLED, LLED OUT:—WHERE ARE YOU FELLOWS OFF TO? WHAT ABOUT THAT GAME, CRANLY?THEY PARLEYED SHOUTS ACROSS THE STILL AIR ABOUT A GAME OF BILLIARDS TO BE PLAYED THE ALPHI HOTEL. STEPHEN WALKED ON ALONE AND OUT TO THE QUIET OF KILDARE STREET OPPOSE MAPLE'S HOTEL HE STOOD TO WA, PATIENT AGA. THE NAME OF THE HOTEL, A LOURLS POLISHED WOOD, AND S LOURLS ONT STUNG HIM LIKE A GLANCE OF POLE DISDA. HE STARED ANGRILY BACK AT THE SOFTLY L DRAWG-ROOM OF THE HOTEL WHICH HE IMAGED THE SLEEK LIV OF THE PATRICIANS OF IRELAND HOED LM. THEY THOUGHT OF ARMY MISSNS AND LAND AGENTS: PEASANTS GREETED THEM ALONG THE ROADS THE UNTRY; THEY KNEW THE NAM OF CERTA FRENCH DISH AND GAVE ORRS TO JARVI HIGH-PCHED PROVCIAL VOIC WHICH PIERCED THROUGH THEIR SK-TIGHT ACCENTSHOW ULD HE H THEIR NSCIENCE OR HOW ST HIS SHADOW OVER THE IMAGATNS OF THEIR DGHTERS, BEFORE THEIR SQUIR BEGAT UPON THEM, THAT THEY MIGHT BREED A RACE LS IGNOBLE THAN THEIR OWN? AND UNR THE EPENED DK HE FELT THE THOUGHTS AND SIR OF THE RACE TO WHICH HE BELONGED FLTG LIKE BATS ACROSS THE DARK UNTRY LAN, UNR TRE BY THE EDG OF STREAMS AND NEAR THE POOL-MOTTLED BOGS. A WOMAN HAD WAED THE DOORWAY AS DAV HAD PASSED BY AT NIGHT AND, OFFERG HIM A CUP OF K, HAD ALL BUT WOOED HIM TO HER BED; FOR DAV HAD THE D EY OF ONE WHO ULD BE SECRET. BUT HIM NO WOMAN'S EY HAD WOOEDHIS ARM WAS TAKEN A STRONG GRIP AND CRANLY'S VOICE SAID:—LET EKE GOTHEY WALKED SOUTHWARD SILENCE. THEN CRANLY SAID:—THAT BLHERG IDT, TEMPLE! I SWEAR TO MOS, DO YOU KNOW, THAT I'LL BE THE ATH OF THAT FELLOW ONE TIMEBUT HIS VOICE WAS NO LONGER ANGRY AND STEPHEN WONRED WAS HE THKG OF HER GREETG TO HIM UNR THE PORCHTHEY TURNED TO THE LEFT AND WALKED ON AS BEFORE. WHEN THEY HAD GONE ON SO FOR SOME TIME STEPHEN SAID:—CRANLY, I HAD AN UNPLEASANT QUARREL THIS EVENG—WH YOUR PEOPLE? CRANLY ASKED—WH MY MOTHER—ABOUT RELIGN?—Y, STEPHEN ANSWEREDAFTER A PSE CRANLY ASKED:—WHAT AGE IS YOUR MOTHER?—NOT OLD, STEPHEN SAID. SHE WISH ME TO MAKE MY EASTER DUTY—AND WILL YOU?—I WILL NOT, STEPHEN SAID—WHY NOT? CRANLY SAID—I WILL NOT SERVE, ANSWERED STEPHEN—THAT REMARK WAS MA BEFORE, CRANLY SAID LMLY—IT IS MA BEHD NOW, SAID STEPHEN HOTLYCRANLY PRSED STEPHEN'S ARM, SAYG:—GO EASY, MY AR MAN. YOU'RE AN EXCABLE BLOODY MAN, DO YOU KNOWHE LGHED NERVOLY AS HE SPOKE AND, LOOKG UP TO STEPHEN'S FACE WH MOVED AND IENDLY EY, SAID:—DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE AN EXCABLE MAN?—I DARAY I AM, SAID STEPHEN, LGHG ALSOTHEIR MDS, LATELY TRANGED, SEEMED SUDNLY TO HAVE BEEN DRAWN CLOSER, ONE TO THE OTHER—DO YOU BELIEVE THE CHARIST? CRANLY ASKED—I DO NOT, STEPHEN SAID—DO YOU DISBELIEVE THEN?—I NEHER BELIEVE NOR DISBELIEVE , STEPHEN ANSWERED—MANY PERSONS HAVE DOUBTS, EVEN RELIG PERSONS, YET THEY OVERE THEM OR PUT THEM ASI, CRANLY SAID. ARE YOUR DOUBTS ON THAT POT TOO STRONG?—I DO NOT WISH TO OVERE THEM, STEPHEN ANSWEREDCRANLY, EMBARRASSED FOR A MOMENT, TOOK ANOTHER FIG OM HIS POCKET AND WAS ABOUT TO EAT WHEN STEPHEN SAID:—DON'T, PLEASE. YOU NNOT DISCS THIS QUTN WH YOUR MOUTH FULL OF CHEWED FIGCRANLY EXAMED THE FIG BY THE LIGHT OF A LAMP UNR WHICH HE HALTED. THEN HE SMELT WH BOTH NOSTRILS, B A TY PIECE, SPAT OUT AND THREW THE FIG LY TO THE GUTTERADDRSG AS LAY, HE SAID:—DEPART OM ME, YE CURSED, TO EVERLASTG FIRE!TAKG STEPHEN'S ARMS, HE WENT ON AGA AND SAID:—DO YOU NOT FEAR THAT THOSE WORDS MAY BE SPOKEN TO YOU ON THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT?—WHAT IS OFFERED ME ON THE OTHER HAND? STEPHEN ASKED. AN ETERNY OF BLISS THE PANY OF THE AN OF STUDI?—REMEMBER, CRANLY SAID, THAT HE WOULD BE GLORIFIED—AY, STEPHEN SAID SOMEWHAT BTERLY, BRIGHT, AGILE, IMPASSIBLE AND, ABOVE ALL, SUBTLE—IT IS A CUR THG, DO YOU KNOW, CRANLY SAID DISPASSNATELY, HOW YOUR MD IS SUPERSATURATED WH THE RELIGN WHICH YOU SAY YOU DISBELIEVE. DID YOU BELIEVE WHEN YOU WERE AT SCHOOL? I BET YOU DID—I DID, STEPHEN ANSWERED—AND WERE YOU HAPPIER THEN? CRANLY ASKED SOFTLY, HAPPIER THAN YOU ARE NOW, FOR STANCE?—OFTEN HAPPY, STEPHEN SAID, AND OFTEN UNHAPPY. I WAS SOMEONE ELSE THEN—HOW SOMEONE ELSE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT STATEMENT?—I MEAN, SAID STEPHEN, THAT I WAS NOT MYSELF AS I AM NOW, AS I HAD TO BEE—NOT AS YOU ARE NOW, NOT AS YOU HAD TO BEE, CRANLY REPEATED. LET ME ASK YOU A QUTN. DO YOU LOVE YOUR MOTHER?STEPHEN SHOOK HIS HEAD SLOWLY—I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR WORDS MEAN, HE SAID SIMPLY—HAVE YOU NEVER LOVED ANYONE? CRANLY ASKED—DO YOU MEAN WOMEN?—I AM NOT SPEAKG OF THAT, CRANLY SAID A LR TONE. I ASK YOU IF YOU EVER FELT LOVE TOWARDS ANYONE OR ANYTHG?STEPHEN WALKED ON BI HIS IEND, STARG GLOOY AT THE FOOTPATH—I TRIED TO LOVE GOD, HE SAID AT LENGTH. IT SEEMS NOW I FAILED. IT IS VERY DIFFICULT. I TRIED TO UNE MY WILL WH THE WILL OF GOD STANT BY STANT. IN THAT I DID NOT ALWAYS FAIL. I ULD PERHAPS DO THAT STILL—CRANLY CUT HIM SHORT BY ASKG:—HAS YOUR MOTHER HAD A HAPPY LIFE?—HOW DO I KNOW? STEPHEN SAID—HOW MANY CHILDREN HAD SHE?—NE OR TEN, STEPHEN ANSWERED. SOME DIED—WAS YOUR FATHER... CRANLY TERPTED HIMSELF FOR AN STANT, AND THEN SAID: I DON'T WANT TO PRY TO YOUR FAY AFFAIRS. BUT WAS YOUR FATHER WHAT IS LLED WELL-TO-DO? I MEAN, WHEN YOU WERE GROWG UP?—Y, STEPHEN SAID—WHAT WAS HE? CRANLY ASKED AFTER A PSESTEPHEN BEGAN TO ENUMERATE GLIBLY HIS FATHER'S ATTRIBUT—A MEDIL STUNT, AN OARSMAN, A TENOR, AN AMATR ACTOR, A SHOUTG POLICIAN, A SMALL LANDLORD, A SMALL VTOR, A DRKER, A GOOD FELLOW, A STORY-TELLER, SOMEBODY'S SECRETARY, SOMETHG A DISTILLERY, A TAX-GATHERER, A BANKPT AND AT PRENT A PRAISER OF HIS OWN PASTCRANLY LGHED, TIGHTENG HIS GRIP ON STEPHEN'S ARM, AND SAID:—THE DISTILLERY IS DAMN GOOD—IS THERE ANYTHG ELSE YOU WANT TO KNOW? STEPHEN ASKED—ARE YOU GOOD CIRCUMSTANC AT PRENT?—DO I LOOK ? STEPHEN ASKED BLUNTLY—SO THEN, CRANLY WENT ON MGLY, YOU WERE BORN THE LAP OF LUXURYHE ED THE PHRASE BROADLY AND LOUDLY AS HE OFTEN ED TECHNIL EXPRSNS, AS IF HE WISHED HIS HEARER TO UNRSTAND THAT THEY WERE ED BY HIM WHOUT NVICTN—YOUR MOTHER MT HAVE GONE THROUGH A GOOD AL OF SUFFERG, HE SAID THEN. WOULD YOU NOT TRY TO SAVE HER OM SUFFERG MORE EVEN IF... OR WOULD YOU?—IF I ULD, STEPHEN SAID, THAT WOULD ST ME VERY LTLE—THEN DO SO, CRANLY SAID. DO AS SHE WISH YOU TO DO. WHAT IS FOR YOU? YOU DISBELIEVE . IT IS A FORM: NOTHG ELSE. AND YOU WILL SET HER MD AT RTHE CEASED AND, AS STEPHEN DID NOT REPLY, REMAED SILENT. THEN, AS IF GIVG UTTERANCE TO THE PROCS OF HIS OWN THOUGHT, HE SAID:—WHATEVER ELSE IS UNSURE THIS STKG DUNGHILL OF A WORLD A MOTHER'S LOVE IS NOT. YOUR MOTHER BRGS YOU TO THE WORLD, RRI YOU FIRST HER BODY. WHAT DO WE KNOW ABOUT WHAT SHE FEELS? BUT WHATEVER SHE FEELS, , AT LEAST, MT BE REAL. IT MT BE. WHAT ARE OUR IAS OR AMBNS? PLAY. IAS! WHY, THAT BLOODY BLEATG GOAT TEMPLE HAS IAS. MACCANN HAS IAS TOO. EVERY JACKASS GOG THE ROADS THKS HE HAS IASSTEPHEN, WHO HAD BEEN LISTENG TO THE UNSPOKEN SPEECH BEHD THE WORDS, SAID WH ASSUMED RELSNS:—PASL, IF I REMEMBER RIGHTLY, WOULD NOT SUFFER HIS MOTHER TO KISS HIM AS HE FEARED THE NTACT OF HER SEX—PASL WAS A PIG, SAID CRANLY—ALOYSI GONZAGA, I THK, WAS OF THE SAME MD, STEPHEN SAID—AND HE WAS ANOTHER PIG THEN, SAID CRANLY—THE CHURCH LLS HIM A SAT, STEPHEN OBJECTED—I DON'T RE A FLAMG DAMN WHAT ANYONE LLS HIM, CRANLY SAID LY AND FLATLY. I LL HIM A PIGSTEPHEN, PREPARG THE WORDS NEATLY HIS MD, NTUED:—J, TOO, SEEMS TO HAVE TREATED HIS MOTHER WH SNT URTY PUBLIC BUT SUAREZ, A JU THEOLOGIAN AND SPANISH GENTLEMAN, HAS APOLOGIZED FOR HIM—DID THE IA EVER OCCUR TO YOU, CRANLY ASKED, THAT J WAS NOT WHAT HE PRETEND TO BE?—THE FIRST PERSON TO WHOM THAT IA OCCURRED, STEPHEN ANSWERED, WAS J HIMSELF—I MEAN, CRANLY SAID, HARNG HIS SPEECH, DID THE IA EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT HE WAS HIMSELF A NSC HYPOCRE, WHAT HE LLED THE JEWS OF HIS TIME, A WHED SEPULCHRE? OR, TO PUT MORE PLALY, THAT HE WAS A BLACKGUARD?—THAT IA NEVER OCCURRED TO ME, STEPHEN ANSWERED. BUT I AM CUR TO KNOW ARE YOU TRYG TO MAKE A NVERT OF ME OR A PERVERT OF YOURSELF?HE TURNED TOWARDS HIS IEND'S FACE AND SAW THERE A RAW SE WHICH SOME FORCE OF WILL STROVE TO MAKE FELY SIGNIFINTCRANLY ASKED SUDNLY A PLA SENSIBLE TONE:—TELL ME THE TTH. WERE YOU AT ALL SHOCKED BY WHAT I SAID?—SOMEWHAT, STEPHEN SAID—AND WHY WERE YOU SHOCKED, CRANLY PRSED ON THE SAME TONE, IF YOU FEEL SURE THAT OUR RELIGN IS FALSE AND THAT J WAS NOT THE SON OF GOD?—I AM NOT AT ALL SURE OF , STEPHEN SAID. HE IS MORE LIKE A SON OF GOD THAN A SON OF MARY—AND IS THAT WHY YOU WILL NOT MUNITE, CRANLY ASKED, BEE YOU ARE NOT SURE OF THAT TOO, BEE YOU FEEL THAT THE HOST, TOO, MAY BE THE BODY AND BLOOD OF THE SON OF GOD AND NOT A WAFER OF BREAD? AND BEE YOU FEAR THAT MAY BE?—Y, STEPHEN SAID QUIETLY, I FEEL THAT AND I ALSO FEAR —I SEE, CRANLY SAIDSTEPHEN, STCK BY HIS TONE OF CLOSURE, REOPENED THE DISCSN AT ONCE BY SAYG:—I FEAR MANY THGS: DOGS, HORS, FIRE-ARMS, THE SEA, THUNR-STORMS, MACHERY, THE UNTRY ROADS AT NIGHT—BUT WHY DO YOU FEAR A B OF BREAD?—I IMAGE, STEPHEN SAID, THAT THERE IS A MALEVOLENT REALY BEHD THOSE THGS I SAY I FEAR—DO YOU FEAR THEN, CRANLY ASKED, THAT THE GOD OF THE ROMAN THOLICS WOULD STRIKE YOU AD AND DAMN YOU IF YOU MA A SACRILEG MUNN?—THE GOD OF THE ROMAN THOLICS ULD DO THAT NOW, STEPHEN SAID. I FEAR MORE THAN THAT THE CHEMIL ACTN WHICH WOULD BE SET UP MY SOUL BY A FALSE HOMAGE TO A SYMBOL BEHD WHICH ARE MASSED TWENTY CENTURI OF THORY AND VENERATN—WOULD YOU, CRANLY ASKED, EXTREME DANGER, M THAT PARTICULAR SACRILEGE? FOR STANCE, IF YOU LIVED THE PENAL DAYS?—I NNOT ANSWER FOR THE PAST, STEPHEN REPLIED. POSSIBLY NOT—THEN, SAID CRANLY, YOU DO NOT TEND TO BEE A PROTTANT?—I SAID THAT I HAD LOST THE FAH, STEPHEN ANSWERED, BUT NOT THAT I HAD LOST SELF-RPECT. WHAT KD OF LIBERATN WOULD THAT BE TO FORSAKE AN ABSURDY WHICH IS LOGIL AND HERENT AND TO EMBRACE ONE WHICH IS ILLOGIL AND HERENT?THEY HAD WALKED ON TOWARDS THE TOWNSHIP OF PEMBROKE AND NOW, AS THEY WENT ON SLOWLY ALONG THE AVENU, THE TRE AND THE STTERED LIGHTS THE VILLAS SOOTHED THEIR MDS. THE AIR OF WEALTH AND REPOSE DIFFED ABOUT THEM SEEMED TO FORT THEIR NEEDS. BEHD A HEDGE OF LREL A LIGHT GLIMMERED THE WDOW OF A KCHEN AND THE VOICE OF A SERVANT WAS HEARD SGG AS SHE SHARPENED KNIV. SHE SANG, SHORT BROKEN BARS:ROSIE O'GRADYCRANLY STOPPED TO LISTEN, SAYG:—MULIER CANTATTHE SOFT BETY OF THE LAT WORD TOUCHED WH AN ENCHANTG TOUCH THE DARK OF THE EVENG, WH A TOUCH FATER AND MORE PERSUADG THAN THE TOUCH OF MIC OR OF A WOMAN'S HAND. THE STRIFE OF THEIR MDS WAS QUELLED. THE FIGURE OF A WOMAN AS SHE APPEARS THE LURGY OF THE CHURCH PASSED SILENTLY THROUGH THE DARKNS: A WHE-ROBED FIGURE, SMALL AND SLENR AS A BOY, AND WH A FALLG GIRDLE. HER VOICE, AIL AND HIGH AS A BOY'S, WAS HEARD TONG OM A DISTANT CHOIR THE FIRST WORDS OF A WOMAN WHICH PIERCE THE GLOOM AND CLAMOUR OF THE FIRST CHANTG OF THE PASSN:—ET TU CUM JESU GALILAEO ERASAND ALL HEARTS WERE TOUCHED AND TURNED TO HER VOICE, SHG LIKE A YOUNG STAR, SHG CLEARER AS THE VOICE TONED THE PROPAROXYTONE AND MORE FATLY AS THE NCE DIEDTHE SGG CEASED. THEY WENT ON TOGETHER, CRANLY REPEATG STRONGLY STRSED RHYTHM THE END OF THE REA:AND WHEN WE ARE MARRIEDO, HOW HAPPY WE'LL BEFOR I LOVE SWEET ROSIE O'GRADYAND ROSIE O'GRADY LOV ME—THERE'S REAL POETRY FOR YOU, HE SAID. THERE'S REAL LOVEHE GLANCED SIWAYS AT STEPHEN WH A STRANGE SE AND SAID:—DO YOU NSIR THAT POETRY? OR DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORDS MEAN?—I WANT TO SEE ROSIE FIRST, SAID STEPHEN—SHE'S EASY TO FD, CRANLY SAIDHIS HAT HAD E DOWN ON HIS FOREHEAD. HE SHOVED BACK AND THE SHADOW OF THE TRE STEPHEN SAW HIS PALE FACE, AMED BY THE DARK, AND HIS LARGE DARK EY. Y. HIS FACE WAS HANDSOME AND HIS BODY WAS STRONG AND HARD. HE HAD SPOKEN OF A MOTHER'S LOVE. HE FELT THEN THE SUFFERGS OF WOMEN, THE WEAKNS OF THEIR BODI AND SOULS; AND WOULD SHIELD THEM WH A STRONG AND ROLUTE ARM AND BOW HIS MD TO THEMAWAY THEN: IS TIME TO GO. A VOICE SPOKE SOFTLY TO STEPHEN'S LONELY HEART, BIDDG HIM GO AND TELLG HIM THAT HIS IENDSHIP WAS G TO AN END. Y; HE WOULD GO. HE ULD NOT STRIVE AGAST ANOTHER. HE KNEW HIS PART—PROBABLY I SHALL GO AWAY, HE SAID—WHERE? CRANLY ASKED—WHERE I N, STEPHEN SAID—Y, CRANLY SAID. IT MIGHT BE DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO LIVE HERE NOW. BUT IS THAT MAK YOU GO?—I HAVE TO GO, STEPHEN ANSWERED—BEE, CRANLY NTUED, YOU NEED NOT LOOK UPON YOURSELF AS DRIVEN AWAY IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO GO OR AS A HERETIC OR AN OUTLAW. THERE ARE MANY GOOD BELIEVERS WHO THK AS YOU DO. WOULD THAT SURPRISE YOU? THE CHURCH IS NOT THE STONE BUILDG NOR EVEN THE CLERGY AND THEIR DOGMAS. IT IS THE WHOLE MASS OF THOSE BORN TO . I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WISH TO DO LIFE. IS WHAT YOU TOLD ME THE NIGHT WE WERE STANDG OUTSI HARURT STREET STATN?—Y, STEPHEN SAID, SG SPE OF HIMSELF AT CRANLY'S WAY OF REMEMBERG THOUGHTS NNEXN WH PLAC. THE NIGHT YOU SPENT HALF AN HOUR WRANGLG WH DOHERTY ABOUT THE SHORTT WAY OM SALLYGAP TO LARRAS—POTHEAD! CRANLY SAID WH LM NTEMPT. WHAT DO HE KNOW ABOUT THE WAY OM SALLYGAP TO LARRAS? OR WHAT DO HE KNOW ABOUT ANYTHG FOR THAT MATTER? AND THE BIG SLOBBERG WASHG-POT HEAD OF HIM!HE BROKE TO A LOUD LONG LGH—WELL? STEPHEN SAID. DO YOU REMEMBER THE RT?—WHAT YOU SAID, IS ? CRANLY ASKED. Y, I REMEMBER . TO DISVER THE MO OF LIFE OR OF ART WHEREBY YOUR SPIR ULD EXPRS SELF UNFETTERED EEDOMSTEPHEN RAISED HIS HAT ACKNOWLEDGEMENT—FREEDOM! CRANLY REPEATED. BUT YOU ARE NOT EE ENOUGH YET TO M A SACRILEGE. TELL ME WOULD YOU ROB?—I WOULD BEG FIRST, STEPHEN SAID—AND IF YOU GOT NOTHG, WOULD YOU ROB?—YOU WISH ME TO SAY, STEPHEN ANSWERED, THAT THE RIGHTS OF PROPERTY ARE PROVISNAL, AND THAT CERTA CIRCUMSTANC IS NOT UNLAWFUL TO ROB. EVERYONE WOULD ACT THAT BELIEF. SO I WILL NOT MAKE YOU THAT ANSWER. APPLY TO THE JU THEOLOGIAN, JUAN MARIANA TALAVERA, WHO WILL ALSO EXPLA TO YOU WHAT CIRCUMSTANC YOU MAY LAWFULLY KILL YOUR KG AND WHETHER YOU HAD BETTER HAND HIM HIS POISON A GOBLET OR SMEAR FOR HIM UPON HIS ROBE OR HIS SADDLEBOW. ASK ME RATHER WOULD I SUFFER OTHERS TO ROB ME, OR IF THEY DID, WOULD I LL DOWN UPON THEM WHAT I BELIEVE IS LLED THE CHASTISEMENT OF THE SECULAR ARM?—AND WOULD YOU?—I THK, STEPHEN SAID, WOULD PA ME AS MUCH TO DO SO AS TO BE ROBBED—I SEE, CRANLY SAIDHE PRODUCED HIS MATCH AND BEGAN TO CLEAN THE CREVICE BETWEEN TWO TEETH. THEN HE SAID RELSLY:—TELL ME, FOR EXAMPLE, WOULD YOU FLOWER A VIRG?—EXCE ME, STEPHEN SAID POLELY, IS THAT NOT THE AMBN OF MOST YOUNG GENTLEMEN?—WHAT THEN IS YOUR POT OF VIEW? CRANLY ASKEDHIS LAST PHRASE, SOUR SMELLG AS THE SMOKE OF CHARAL AND DISHEARTENG, EXCED STEPHEN'S BRA, OVER WHICH S FUM SEEMED TO BROOD—LOOK HERE, CRANLY, HE SAID. YOU HAVE ASKED ME WHAT I WOULD DO AND WHAT I WOULD NOT DO. I WILL TELL YOU WHAT I WILL DO AND WHAT I WILL NOT DO. I WILL NOT SERVE THAT WHICH I NO LONGER BELIEVE, WHETHER LL SELF MY HOME, MY FATHERLAND, OR MY CHURCH: AND I WILL TRY TO EXPRS MYSELF SOME MO OF LIFE OR ART AS EELY AS I N AND AS WHOLLY AS I N, G FOR MY FENCE THE ONLY ARMS I ALLOW MYSELF TO E—SILENCE, EXILE, AND CUNNGCRANLY SEIZED HIS ARM AND STEERED HIM ROUND SO AS TO LEAD HIM BACK TOWARDS LEON PARK. HE LGHED ALMOST SLYLY AND PRSED STEPHEN'S ARM WH AN ELR'S AFFECTN—CUNNG ED! HE SAID. IS YOU? YOU POOR POET, YOU!—AND YOU MA ME NFS TO YOU, STEPHEN SAID, THRILLED BY HIS TOUCH, AS I HAVE NFSED TO YOU SO MANY OTHER THGS, HAVE I NOT?—Y, MY CHILD, CRANLY SAID, STILL GAILY—YOU MA ME NFS THE FEARS THAT I HAVE. BUT I WILL TELL YOU ALSO WHAT I DO NOT FEAR. I DO NOT FEAR TO BE ALONE OR TO BE SPURNED FOR ANOTHER OR TO LEAVE WHATEVER I HAVE TO LEAVE. AND I AM NOT AAID TO MAKE A MISTAKE, EVEN A GREAT MISTAKE, A LIFELONG MISTAKE, AND PERHAPS AS LONG AS ETERNY TOOCRANLY, NOW GRAVE AGA, SLOWED HIS PACE AND SAID:—ALONE, QUE ALONE. YOU HAVE NO FEAR OF THAT. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT WORD MEANS? NOT ONLY TO BE SEPARATE OM ALL OTHERS BUT TO HAVE NOT EVEN ONE IEND—I WILL TAKE THE RISK, SAID STEPHEN—AND NOT TO HAVE ANY ONE PERSON, CRANLY SAID, WHO WOULD BE MORE THAN A IEND, MORE EVEN THAN THE NOBLT AND TT IEND A MAN EVER HADHIS WORDS SEEMED TO HAVE STCK SOME EP CHORD HIS OWN NATURE. HAD HE SPOKEN OF HIMSELF, OF HIMSELF AS HE WAS OR WISHED TO BE? STEPHEN WATCHED HIS FACE FOR SOME MOMENTS SILENCE. A LD SADNS WAS THERE. HE HAD SPOKEN OF HIMSELF, OF HIS OWN LONELS WHICH HE FEARED—OF WHOM ARE YOU SPEAKG? STEPHEN ASKED AT LENGTHCRANLY DID NOT ANSWERMARCH 20. LONG TALK WH CRANLY ON THE SUBJECT OF MY REVOLTHE HAD HIS GRAND MANNER ON. I SUPPLE AND SUAVE. ATTACKED ME ON THE SRE OF LOVE FOR ONE'S MOTHER. TRIED TO IMAGE HIS MOTHER: NNOT. TOLD ME ONCE, A MOMENT OF THOUGHTLSNS, HIS FATHER WAS SIXTY-ONE WHEN HE WAS BORN. CAN SEE HIM. STRONG FARMER TYPE. PEPPER AND SALT SU. SQUARE FEET. UNKEMPT, GRIZZLED BEARD. PROBABLY ATTENDS URSG MATCH. PAYS HIS DU REGULARLY BUT NOT PLENTIFULLY TO FATHER DWYER OF LARRAS. SOMETIM TALKS TO GIRLS AFTER NIGHTFALL. BUT HIS MOTHER? VERY YOUNG OR VERY OLD? HARDLY THE FIRST. IF SO, CRANLY WOULD NOT HAVE SPOKEN AS HE DID. OLD THEN. PROBABLY, AND NEGLECTED. HENCE CRANLY'S SPAIR OF SOUL: THE CHILD OF EXHSTED LOSMARCH 21, MORNING. THOUGHT THIS BED LAST NIGHT BUT WAS TOO LAZY AND EE TO ADD TO . FREE, Y. THE EXHSTED LOS ARE THOSE OF ELIZABETH AND ZACCHARY. THEN HE IS THE PRECURSOR. ITEM: HE EATS CHIEFLY BELLY BAN AND DRIED FIGS. READ LOCTS AND WILD HONEY. ALSO, WHEN THKG OF HIM, SAW ALWAYS A STERN SEVERED HEAD OR ATH MASK AS IF OUTLED ON A GREY CURTA OR VERONI. DELLATN THEY LL THE GOLD. PUZZLED FOR THE MOMENT BY SAT JOHN AT THE LAT GATE. WHAT DO I SEE? A LLATED PERCURSOR TRYG TO PICK THE LOCKMARCH 21, NIGHT. FREE. SOUL EE AND FANCY EE. LET THE AD BURY THE AD. AY. AND LET THE AD MARRY THE ADMARCH 22. IN PANY WH LYNCH FOLLOWED A SIZEABLE HOSPAL NURSE. LYNCH'S IA. DISLIKE . TWO LEAN HUNGRY GREYHOUNDS WALKG AFTER A HEIFERMARCH 23. HAVE NOT SEEN HER SCE THAT NIGHT. UNWELL? SS AT THE FIRE PERHAPS WH MAMMA'S SHAWL ON HER SHOULRS. BUT NOT PEEVISH. A NICE BOWL OF GEL? WON'T YOU NOW?MARCH 24. BEGAN WH A DISCSN WH MY MOTHER. SUBJECT: B.V.M. HANDIPPED BY MY SEX AND YOUTH. TO PE HELD UP RELATNS BETWEEN J AND PAPA AGAST THOSE BETWEEN MARY AND HER SON. SAID RELIGN WAS NOT A LYG- HOSPAL. MOTHER DULGENT. SAID I HAVE A QUEER MD AND HAVE READ TOO MUCH. NOT TE. HAVE READ LTLE AND UNRSTOOD LS. THEN SHE SAID I WOULD E BACK TO FAH BEE I HAD A RTLS MD. THIS MEANS TO LEAVE CHURCH BY BACK DOOR OF S AND RE-ENTER THROUGH THE SKYLIGHT OF REPENTANCE. CANNOT REPENT. TOLD HER SO AND ASKED FOR SIXPENCE. GOT THREEPENCETHEN WENT TO LLEGE. OTHER WRANGLE WH LTLE ROUND HEAD ROGUE'S EYE GHEZZI. THIS TIME ABOUT BNO THE NOLAN. BEGAN ITALIAN AND END PIDG ENGLISH. HE SAID BNO WAS A TERRIBLE HERETIC. I SAID HE WAS TERRIBLY BURNED. HE AGREED TO THIS WH SOME SORROW. THEN GAVE ME RECIPE FOR WHAT HE LLS RISOTTO ALLA BERGAMASCA. WHEN HE PRONOUNC A SOFT O HE PROTS HIS FULL RNAL LIPS AS IF HE KISSED THE VOWEL. HAS HE? AND ULD HE REPENT? Y, HE ULD: AND CRY TWO ROUND ROGUE'S TEARS, ONE OM EACH EYECROSSG STEPHEN'S, THAT IS, MY GREEN, REMEMBERED THAT HIS UNTRYMEN AND NOT ME HAD VENTED WHAT CRANLY THE OTHER NIGHT LLED OUR RELIGN. A QUARTET OF THEM, SOLDIERS OF THE NETY-SEVENTH FANTRY REGIMENT, SAT AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS AND TOSSED UP DICE FOR THE OVERAT OF THE CCIFIEDWENT TO LIBRARY. TRIED TO READ THREE REVIEWS. USELS. SHE IS NOT OUT YET. AM I ALARMED? ABOUT WHAT? THAT SHE WILL NEVER BE OUT AGABLAKE WROTE:I WONR IF WILLIAM BOND WILL DIEFOR ASSUREDLY HE IS VERY ILLALAS, POOR WILLIAM!I WAS ONCE AT A DRAMA ROTUNDA. AT THE END WERE PICTUR OF BIG NOBS. AMONG THEM WILLIAM EWART GLADSTONE, JT THEN AD. ORCHTRA PLAYED O WILLIE, WE HAVE MISSED YOUA RACE OF CLODHOPPERS!MARCH 25, MORNING. A TROUBLED NIGHT OF DREAMS. WANT TO GET THEM OFF MY CHTA LONG CURVG GALLERY. FROM THE FLOOR ASCEND PILLARS OF DARK VAPOURS. IT IS PEOPLED BY THE IMAG OF FABULO KGS, SET STONE. THEIR HANDS ARE FOLD UPON THEIR KNE TOKEN OF WEARS AND THEIR EY ARE DARKENED FOR THE ERRORS OF MEN GO UP BEFORE THEM FOR EVER AS DARK VAPOURSSTRANGE FIGUR ADVANCE AS OM A VE. THEY ARE NOT AS TALL AS MEN. ONE DO NOT SEEM TO STAND QUE APART OM ANOTHER. THEIR FAC ARE PHOSPHORCENT, WH DARKER STREAKS. THEY PEER AT ME AND THEIR EY SEEM TO ASK ME SOMETHG. THEY DO NOT SPEAKMARCH 30. THIS EVENG CRANLY WAS THE PORCH OF THE LIBRARY, PROPOSG A PROBLEM TO DIXON AND HER BROTHER. A MOTHER LET HER CHILD FALL TO THE NILE. STILL HARPG ON THE MOTHER. A CRODILE SEIZED THE CHILD. MOTHER ASKED BACK. CRODILE SAID ALL RIGHT IF SHE TOLD HIM WHAT HE WAS GOG TO DO WH THE CHILD, EAT OR NOT EAT ITTHIS MENTALY, LEPID WOULD SAY, IS ED BRED OUT OF YOUR MUD BY THE OPERATN OF YOUR SUNAND ME? IS NOT TOO? THEN TO NILE MUD WH !APRIL 1. DISAPPROVE OF THIS LAST PHRASEAPRIL 2. SAW HER DRKG TEA AND EATG K JOHNSTON'S, MOONEY AND O'BRIEN'S. RATHER, LYNX-EYED LYNCH SAW HER AS WE PASSED. HE TELLS ME CRANLY WAS VED THERE BY BROTHER. DID HE BRG HIS CRODILE? IS HE THE SHG LIGHT NOW? WELL, I DISVERED HIM. I PROTT I DID. SHG QUIETLY BEHD A BHEL OF WICKLOW BRANAPRIL 3. MET DAV AT THE CIGAR SHOP OPPOSE FDLATER'S CHURCH. HE WAS A BLACK SWEATER AND HAD A HURLEY STICK. ASKED ME WAS TE I WAS GOG AWAY AND WHY. TOLD HIM THE SHORTT WAY TO TARA WAS VIA HOLYHEAD. JT THEN MY FATHER ME UP. INTRODUCTN. FATHER POLE AND OBSERVANT. ASKED DAV IF HE MIGHT OFFER HIM SOME REHMENT. DAV ULD NOT, WAS GOG TO A MEETG. WHEN WE ME AWAY FATHER TOLD ME HE HAD A GOOD HONT EYE. ASKED ME WHY I DID NOT JO A ROWG CLUB. I PRETEND TO THK OVER. TOLD ME THEN HOW HE BROKE PENNYFEATHER'S HEART. WANTS ME TO READ LAW. SAYS I WAS CUT OUT FOR THAT. MORE MUD, MORE CRODILAPRIL 5. WILD SPRG. SCUDDG CLOUDS. O LIFE! DARK STREAM OF SWIRLG BOGWATER ON WHICH APPLE-TRE HAVE ST DOWN THEIR LITE FLOWERS. EY OF GIRLS AMONG THE LEAV. GIRLS MURE AND ROMPG. ALL FAIR OR BURN: NO DARK ON. THEY BLH BETTER. HOUPLA!APRIL 6. CERTALY SHE REMEMBERS THE PAST. LYNCH SAYS ALL WOMEN DO. THEN SHE REMEMBERS THE TIME OF HER CHILDHOOD—AND ME, IF I WAS EVER A CHILD. THE PAST IS NSUMED THE PRENT AND THE PRENT IS LIVG ONLY BEE BRGS FORTH THE FUTURE. STATU OF WOMEN, IF LYNCH BE RIGHT, SHOULD ALWAYS BE FULLY DRAPED, ONE HAND OF THE WOMAN FEELG REGRETFULLY HER OWN HR PARTSAPRIL 6, LATER. MICHAEL ROBART REMEMBERS FOTTEN BETY AND, WHEN HIS ARMS WRAP HER ROUND, HE PRS HIS ARMS THE LOVELS WHICH HAS LONG FAD OM THE WORLD. NOT THIS. NOT AT ALL. I SIRE TO PRS MY ARMS THE LOVELS WHICH HAS NOT YET E TO THE WORLDAPRIL 10. FATLY, UNR THE HEAVY NIGHT, THROUGH THE SILENCE OF THE CY WHICH HAS TURNED OM DREAMS TO DREAMLS SLEEP AS A WEARY LOVER WHOM NO RS MOVE, THE SOUND OF HOOFS UPON THE ROAD. NOT SO FATLY NOW AS THEY E NEAR THE BRIDGE; AND A MOMENT, AS THEY PASS THE DARKENED WDOWS, THE SILENCE IS CLOVEN BY ALARM AS BY AN ARROW. THEY ARE HEARD NOW FAR AWAY, HOOFS THAT SHE AMID THE HEAVY NIGHT AS GEMS, HURRYG BEYOND THE SLEEPG FIELDS TO WHAT JOURNEY'S END—WHAT HEART? —BEARG WHAT TIDGS?APRIL 11. READ WHAT I WROTE LAST NIGHT. VAGUE WORDS FOR A VAGUE EMOTN. WOULD SHE LIKE ? I THK SO. THEN I SHOULD HAVE TO LIKE ALSOAPRIL 13. THAT TUNDISH HAS BEEN ON MY MD FOR A LONG TIME. I LOOKED UP AND FD ENGLISH AND GOOD OLD BLUNT ENGLISH TOO. DAMN THE AN OF STUDI AND HIS FUNNEL! WHAT DID HE E HERE FOR TO TEACH HIS OWN LANGUAGE OR TO LEARN OM . DAMN HIM ONE WAY OR THE OTHER!APRIL 14. JOHN ALPHONS MULRENNAN HAS JT RETURNED OM THE WT OF IRELAND. EUROPEAN AND ASIATIC PAPERS PLEASE PY. HE TOLD HE MET AN OLD MAN THERE A MOUNTA B. OLD MAN HAD RED EY AND SHORT PIPE. OLD MAN SPOKE IRISH. MULRENNAN SPOKE IRISH. THEN OLD MAN AND MULRENNAN SPOKE ENGLISH. MULRENNAN SPOKE TO HIM ABOUT UNIVERSE AND STARS. OLD MAN SAT, LISTENED, SMOKED, SPAT. THEN SAID:—AH, THERE MT BE TERRIBLE QUEER CREATUR AT THE LATTER END OF THE WORLDI FEAR HIM. I FEAR HIS RED-RIMMED HORNY EY. IT IS WH HIM I MT STGGLE ALL THROUGH THIS NIGHT TILL DAY E, TILL HE OR I LIE AD, GRIPPG HIM BY THE SEWY THROAT TILL... TILL WHAT? TILL HE YIELD TO ME? NO. I MEAN NO HARMAPRIL 15. MET HER TODAY POT BLANK GRAFTON STREET. THE CROWD BROUGHT TOGETHER. WE BOTH STOPPED. SHE ASKED ME WHY I NEVER ME, SAID SHE HAD HEARD ALL SORTS OF STORI ABOUT ME. THIS WAS ONLY TO GA TIME. ASKED ME WAS I WRG POEMS? ABOUT WHOM? I ASKED HER. THIS NFED HER MORE AND I FELT SORRY AND MEAN. TURNED OFF THAT VALVE AT ONCE AND OPENED THE SPIRUAL-HEROIC REIGERATG APPARAT, VENTED AND PATENTED ALL UNTRI BY DANTE ALIGHIERI. TALKED RAPIDLY OF MYSELF AND MY PLANS. IN THE MIDST OF UNLUCKILY I MA A SUDN GTURE OF A REVOLUTNARY NATURE. I MT HAVE LOOKED LIKE A FELLOW THROWG A HANDFUL OF PEAS TO THE AIR. PEOPLE BEGAN TO LOOK AT . SHE SHOOK HANDS A MOMENT AFTER AND, GOG AWAY, SAID SHE HOPED I WOULD DO WHAT I SAIDNOW I LL THAT IENDLY, DON'T YOU?Y, I LIKED HER TODAY. A LTLE OR MUCH? DON'T KNOW. I LIKED HER AND SEEMS A NEW FEELG TO ME. THEN, THAT SE, ALL THE RT, ALL THAT I THOUGHT I THOUGHT AND ALL THAT I FELT I FELT, ALL THE RT BEFORE NOW, FACT... O, GIVE UP, OLD CHAP! SLEEP OFF!APRIL 16. AWAY! AWAY!THE SPELL OF ARMS AND VOIC: THE WHE ARMS OF ROADS, THEIR PROMISE OF CLOSE EMBRAC AND THE BLACK ARMS OF TALL SHIPS THAT STAND AGAST THE MOON, THEIR TALE OF DISTANT NATNS. THEY ARE HELD OUT TO SAY: WE ARE ALONE—E. AND THE VOIC SAY WH THEM: WE ARE YOUR KSMEN. AND THE AIR IS THICK WH THEIR PANY AS THEY LL TO ME, THEIR KSMAN, MAKG READY TO GO, SHAKG THE WGS OF THEIR EXULTANT AND TERRIBLE YOUTHAPRIL 26. MOTHER IS PUTTG MY NEW SENDHAND CLOTH ORR. SHE PRAYS NOW, SHE SAYS, THAT I MAY LEARN MY OWN LIFE AND AWAY OM HOME AND IENDS WHAT THE HEART IS AND WHAT FEELS. AMEN. SO BE . WELE, O LIFE, I GO TO ENUNTER FOR THE LNTH TIME THE REALY OF EXPERIENCE AND TO FE THE SMHY OF MY SOUL THE UNCREATED NSCIENCE OF MY RACEAPRIL 27. 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