Chapter12 Cyclops

I WAS JUST PASSING THE TIME OF DAY WITH OLD TROY O THE D.M.P. at the corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye. I turned around to let him have the weight of my tongue when who should I see dodging along Stony Batter only Joe Hynes.

-- Lo, Joe, says I. How are you blowing? Did you see that bloody chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush?

-- Soot's luck, says Joe. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?

-- Old Troy, says I, was in the force. I'm on two minds not to give that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders.

-- What are you doing round those parts? says Joe.

-- Devil a much, says I. There is a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the garrison church at the corner of Chicken Lane - old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him - lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a hop of my thumb by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury street.

-- Circumcised! says Joe.

-- Ay, says I. A bit off the top. An old plumber named Geraghty. I'm hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him.

-- That the lay you're on now? says Joe.

-- Ay, says I . How are the mighty fallen! Collector of bad and doubtful debts. But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's walk and the face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. Tell him, says he, I dare him, says he, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so will I, for trading without a licence. And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst! Jesus, I had to laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out. He drink me my teas. He eat me my sugars. Because he no pay me my moneys?

For nonperishable goods bought of Moses Herzog, of 13 Saint Kevin's parade, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E. Geraghty, Esquire, of 29 Arbour Hill in the city of Dublin, Arran quay ward, gentleman, hereinafter called the purchaser, videlicet, five pounds avoirdupois of first choice tea at three shillings per pound avoirdupois and three stone avoirdupois of sugar, crushed crystal, at three pence per pound avoirdupois, the said purchaser debtor to the said vendor of one pound five shillings and six pence sterling for value received which amount shall be paid by said purchaser to said vendor in weekly instalments every seven calendar days of three shillings and no pence sterling: and the said nonperishable goods shall not be pawned or pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser but shall be and remain and be held to be the sole and exclusive property of the said vendor to be disposed of at his good will and pleasure until the said amount shall have been duly paid by the said purchaser to the said vendor in the manner herein set forth as this day hereby agreed between the said vendor his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one part and the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the other part.

-- Are you a strict t. t.? says Joe.

-- Not taking anything between drinks, says I.

-- What about paying our respects to our friend? says foe.

-- Who? says I. Sure, he's in John of God's off his head, poor man.

-- Drinking his own stuff? says Joe.

-- Ay, says I. Whisky and water on the brain.

-- Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe. I want to see the citizen.

-- Barney mavourneen's be it, says I. Anything strange or wonderful, Joe?

-- Not a word, says Joe. I was up at that meeting in the City Arms.

-- What was that, Joe? says I.

-- Cattle traders, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease. I want to give the citizen the hard word about it.

So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another. Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. Jesus, I couldn't get over that bloody foxy Geraghty, the daylight robber. For trading without a licence, says he.

In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown. A pleasant land it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gunnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated. In the mild breezes of the west and of the east the lofty trees wave in different directions their first class foliage, the wafty sycamore, the Lebanonian cedar, the exalted planetree, the eugenic eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which that region is thoroughly well supplied. Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects. And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Elbana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruachan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of kings.

And there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen by mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for that purpose and thither come all herds and fatlings and first fruits of that land for O'Connell Fitzsimon takes toll of them, a chieftain descended from chieftains. Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach, pineapple chunks, Rangoon beans, strikes of tomatoes, drums of figs, drills of Swedes, spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale, York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes.

-- I dare him, says he, and I doubledare him. Come out here, Geraghty, you notorious bloody hill and dale robber!

And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwools and storesheep and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus heifers and polly bullocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is ever heard a trampling, cackling, roaring, lowing, bleating, bellowing, rumbling, grunting, champing, chewing, of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from pasturelands of Lush and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from the gentle declivities of the place of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs, in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with the dun.

So we turned into Barney Kiernan's and there sure enough was the citizen up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink.

There he is, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause.

The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him would give you the creeps. Be a corporal work of mercy if someone would take the life of that bloody dog. I'm told for a fact he ate a good part of the breeches off a constabulary man in Santry that came round one time with a blue paper about a licence.

-- Stand and deliver, says he.

-- That's all right, citizen, says Joe. Friends here.

-- Pass, friends, says he.

Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he:

-- What's your opinion of the times?

Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. But, begob, Joe was equal to the occasion.

-- I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his fork.

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:

-- Foreign wars is the cause of it.

And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:

-- It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

-- Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I, I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown.

-- Give it a name, citizen, says Joe.

-- Wine of the country, says he.

-- What's yours? says Joe.

-- Ditto MacAnaspey, says I...

-- Three pints, Terry, says Joe. And how's the old heart, citizen? says he.

-- Never better, a chara, says he. What Garry? Are we going to win? Eh?

And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by Jesus, he near throttled him.

The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired freely freckled shaggybearded wide-mouthed largenosed longheaded deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed hero. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse (Ulex Europeus). The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same tawny hue projected, were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the field-lark might easily have lodged her nest. The eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower. A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble.

He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of plaited straw and rushes. Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. His nether extremities were encased in high Balbriggan buskins dyed in lichen purple, the feet being shod with brogues of salted cowhide laced with the windpipe of the same beast. From his girdle hung a row of seastones which dangled at every movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of antiquity, Cuchulin, Conn of hundred battles, Niall of nine hostages, Brian of Kincora, the Ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O'Neill, Father John Murphy, Owen Roe, Patrick Sarsfield, Red Hugh O'Donnell, Red Jim MacDermott, Soggarth Eoghan O'Growney, Michael Dwyer, Francy Higgins, Henry Joy M'Cracken, Goliath, Horace Wheatley, Thomas Conneff, Peg Woffington, the Village Blacksmith, Captain Moonlight, Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan, Marshal Mac-Mahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castille, the Man for Galway, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo, Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquillising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone.

So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him land out a quid. O, as true as I'm telling you. A goodlooking sovereign.

-- And there's more where that came from, says he.

-- Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe? says I.

-- Sweat of my brow, says Joe. 'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze.

-- I saw him before I met you, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish.

Who comes through Michan's land, bedight in sable armour? O'Bloom, the son of Rory: it is he. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the prudent soul.

-- For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen, the subsidised organ. The pledgebound party on the floor of the house. And look at this blasted rag, says he. Look at this, says he. The Irish Independent, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the workingman's friend. Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland Independent and I'll thank you and the marriages.

And he starts reading them out:

-- Gordon, Barnfield Crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea, the wife of William T. Redmayne, of a son. How's that, eh? Wright and Flint, Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham Road, Stockwell, Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude's Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest, Dean of Worcester, eh? Deaths. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow.

-- I know that fellow, says Joe, from bitter experience.

-- Cockburn. Dimsey, wife of Davie Dimsey, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning Street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen. How's that for a national press, eh, my brown son? How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber?

-- Ah, well, says Joe, handing round the boose. Thanks be to God they had the start of us. Drink that, citizen.

-- I will, says he, honourable person.

-- Health, Joe, says I. And all down the form.

Ah! Owl! Don't be talking! I was blue mouldy for the want of that pint. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click.

And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely youth, and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law, and with him his lady wife, a dame of peerless lineage, fairest of her race.

Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing, and who was sitting up there in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk, blind to the world, only Bob Doran. I didn't know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the door. And begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bath slippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman trotting like a poodle. I thought Alf would split.

-- Look at him, says he. Breen. He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with u. p.: up on it to take a li...

And he doubled up.

-- Take a what? says I.

-- Libel action, says he, for ten thousand pounds.

-- O hell! says I.

The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.

-- Bi i dho husht, says he.

-- Who? says Joe.

-- Breen, says Alf. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the subsheriff's for a lark. O God, I've a pain laughing. U. p.: up. The long fellow gave him an eye as good as a process and now the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green Street to look for a G. man.

-- When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? says Joe.

Bergan, says Bob Doran, waking up. Is that Alf Bergan?

-- Yes, says Alf. Hanging? Wait till I show you. Here, Terry, give us a pony. That bloody old fool! Ten thousand pounds. You should have seen long John's eye. U. p...

And he started laughing.

-- Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran. Is that Bergan?

-- Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf.

Terence O'Ryan heard him and straightway brought him a crystal cup full of the foaming ebon ale which the noble twin brothers Bungiveagh and Bungardilaun brew ever in their divine alevats, cunning as the sons of deathless Leda. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat.

Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to the manner born, that nectarous beverage and you offered the crystal cup to him that thirsted, the soul of chivalry, in beauty akin to the immortals.

But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be outdone in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a testoon of costliest bronze. Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the British dominions beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the well-beloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop.

-- What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, prowling up and down outside?

-- What's that? says Joe.

-- Here you are, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Talking about hanging. I'll show you something you never saw. Hangmen's letters. Look at here.

So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his pocket.

-- Are you codding? says I.

-- Honest injun, says Alf. Read them.

So Joe took up the letters.

-- Who are you laughing at? says Bob Doran.

So I saw there was going to be bit of a dust. Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk:

-- How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?

-- I don't know, says Alf. I saw him just now in Capel Street with Paddy Dignam. Only I was running after that.

-- You what? says Joe, throwing down the letters. With who?

-- With Dignam, says Alf.

-- Is it Paddy? says Joe.

-- Yes, says Alf. Why?

-- Don't you know he's dead? says Joe.

-- Paddy Dignam dead? says Alf.

-- Ay, says Joe.

-- Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff.

-- Who's dead? says Bob Doran.

-- You saw his ghost then, says Joe, God between us and harm.

-- What? says Alf. Good Christ, only five... What?... and Willie Murray with him, the two of them there near what-doyoucallhim's... What? Dignam dead?

-- What about Dignam? says Bob Doran. Who's talking about... ?

-- Dead! says Alf. He is no more dead than you are.

-- Maybe so, says Joe. They took the liberty of burying him this morning anyhow.

-- Paddy? says Alf.

-- Ay, says Joe. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him.

-- Good Christ! says Alf.

Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.

In the darkness spirit hands were felt to flutter and when prayer by tantras had been directed to the proper quarter a faint but increasing luminosity of ruby light became gradually visible, the apparition of the etheric double being particularly lifelike owing to the discharge of jivic rays from the crown of the head and face. Communication was effected through the pituitary body and also by means of the orangefiery and scarlet rays emanating from the sacral region and solar plexus. Questioned by his earthname as to his whereabouts in the heaven-world he stated that he was now on the path of pralaya or return but was still submitted to trial at the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the lower astral levels. In reply to a question as to his first sensations in the great divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he had heard from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were equipped with every modern home comfort such as talafana, alavatar, hatakalda, wataklasat and that the highest adepts were steeped in waves of volupcy of the very purest nature. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. Asked if he had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the wrong side of Maya to acknowledge the true path for it was reported in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the eastern angle where the ram has power. It was then queried whether there were any special desires on the part of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. Mind C.K. doesn't pile it on. It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H.J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct, who had been responsible for the carrying out of the interment arrangements. Before departing he requested that it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good. He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made known.

Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction.

He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. Wail, Banba, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.

-- There he is again, says the citizen, staring out.

-- Who? says I.

-- Bloom, says he. He's on point duty up and down there for the last ten minutes.

And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.

Little Alf was knocked bawways. Faith, he was.

-- Good Christ! says he. I could have sworn it was him.

And says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence:

-- Who said Christ is good?

-- I beg your parsnips, says Alf.

-- Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy Dignam?

-- Ah, well, says Alf, trying to pass it off. He's over all his troubles.

But Bob Doran shouts out of him.

-- He's a bloody ruffian I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam.

Terry came down and tipped him the wink to keep quiet, that they didn't want that kind of talk in a respectable licensed premises. And Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there.

-- The finest man, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character.

The tear is bloody near your eye. Talking through his bloody hat. Fitter for him to go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney, the bumbailiff's daughter. Mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street that used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour.

-- The noblest, the truest, says he. And he's gone, poor little Willy, poor little Paddy Dignam.

And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven.

Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door.

-- Come in, come on, he won't eat you, says the citizen.

So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there.

-- O, Christ M'Keown, says Joe, reading one of the letters. Listen to this, will you?

And he starts reading out one.

7, Hunter Street, Liverpool. To the High Sheriff of Dublin, Dublin.

Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the above-mentioned painful case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of February 1900 and i hanged...

-- Show us, Joe, says I.

-- ... private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in Pentonville prison and i was assistant when...

-- Jesus, says I.

-- ... Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith...

The citizen made a grab at the letter.

-- Hold hard, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir' my teas is five ginnese.

H. Rumbold, Master Barber.

-- And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says the citizen.

-- And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Here, says he, take them to hell out of my sight, Alf. Hello, Bloom, says he, what will you have?

So they started arguing about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said well he'd just take a cigar. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake.

-- Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.

And Alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a black border round it.

-- They're all barbers, says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses.

And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob a skull.

In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. Their deadly coil they grasp: yea, and therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever wight hath done a deed of blood for I will on nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord.

So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the codology of the business and the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those Jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on.

-- There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf.

-- What's that? says Joe.

-- The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf.

-- That so? says Joe.

-- God's truth, says Alf. I heard that from the head warder that was in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker.

-- Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe, as someone said.

-- That can be explained by science, says Bloom. It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you see, because on account of the...

And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other phenomenon.

The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, according to the best approved traditions of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres, causing the pores of the cobra cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been dominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis.

So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word and he starts gassing out of him about the invincibles and the old guard and the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with him about all the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the other. Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so he ought. Mangy ravenous brute sniffling and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs and round he goes to Bob Doran that was standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get. So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him:

-- Give us the paw! Give the paw, doggy! Good old doggy. Give us the paw here! Give us the paw!

Arrah! bloody end to the paw he'd paw and Alf trying to keep him from tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old dog and he talking all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog: give you the bloody pip. Then he starts scraping a few bits of old biscuit out of the bottom of a Jacob's tin he told Terry to bring. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him a yard long for more. Near ate the tin and all, hungry bloody mongrel.

And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land. And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Phenomenon! The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley. Time they were stopping up in the City Arms Pisser Burke told me there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing bézique to come in for a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk. And one time he led him the rounds of Dublin and, by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings if the three women didn't near roast him it's a queer story, the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel. Jesus, I had to laugh at Pisser Burke taking them off chewing the fat and Bloom with his but don't you see? and but on the other hand. And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody establishment. Phenomenon!

-- The memory of the dead, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom.

-- Ay, ay, says Joe.

-- You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. What I mean is...

-- Sinn Fein! says the citizen. Sinn fein amhain! The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us.

The last farewell was affecting in the extreme. From the belfries far and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance. The deafening claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. A torrential rain poured down from the floodgates of the angry heavens upon the bared heads of the assembled multitude which numbered at the lowest computation five hundred thousand persons. A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York Street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their black draped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided for the comfort of our country cousins of whom there were large contingents. Considerable amusement was caused by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned pennies. The children of the Male and Female Foundling Hospital who thronged the windows overlooking the scene were delighted with this unexpected addition to the day's entertainment and a word of praise is due to the Little Sisters of the Poor for their excellent idea of affording the poor fatherless and motherless children a genuinely instructive treat. The viceregal houseparty which included many wellknown ladies was chaperoned by Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grand stand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone (the semi-paralysed doyen of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane), Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grandjoker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virdga Kisászony Putrápesthi, Hiram Y. Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos. Ali Baba Backsheesh Rahat Lokum Effendi, Se?or Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Herr Hurhausdirektorprasident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanato riumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocentgeneralhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein. All the delegates without exception expressed themselves in the strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless barbarity which they had been called upon to witness. An animated altercation (in which all took part) ensued among F.O.T.E.I. as to whether the eighth or the ninth of March was the correct date of the birth of Ireland's patron saint. In the course of the argument cannonballs, scimitars, boomerangs, blunderbusses, stinkpots, meatchoppers, umbrellas, catapults, knuckledusters, sandbags, lumps of pig iron were resorted to and blows were freely exchanged. The baby policeman, Constable MacFadden, summoned by special courier from Booterstown, quickly restored order and with lightning promptitude proposed the seventeenth of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending parties. The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. Constable MacFadden was heartily congratulated by all the F.O.T.E.I., several of whom were bleeding profusely. Commendatore Beninobenone having been extricated from underneath the presidential armchair, It was explained by his legal adviser Avvocato Pagamimi that the various articles secreted in his thirtytwo pockets had been abstracted by him during the affray from the pockets of his Junior colleagues in the hope of bringing them to their senses. The objects (which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver watches) were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme.

Quietly, unassumingly, Rumbold stepped on to the scaffold in faultless morning dress and wearing his favourite flower the Gladiolus Cruentus. He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so many have tried (unsuccessfully) to imitate - short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. The arrival of the world-renowned headsman was greeted by a roar of acclamation from the huge concourse, the viceregal ladies waving their handkerchiefs in their excitement while the even more excitable foreign delegates cheered vociferously in a medley of cries, hoch, banzai, eljen, zivio, chinchin, polla kronia, hiphip, vive, Allah, amid which the ringing evviva of the delegate of the land of song (a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers) was easily distinguishable. It was exactly seventeen o'clock. The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi. The learned prelate who administered the last comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the throne of grace fervent prayers of supplication. Hard by the block stood the grim figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously. As he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his horrible weapon by honing it upon his brawny forearm or decapitated in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been provided by the admirers of his fell but necessary office. On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various finely tempered disembowelling appliances (specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlers, Messrs John Round and Sons, Sheffield), a terracotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon, blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the most precious victim. The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution. Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish (immediately acceded to) that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the sick and indigent roomkeeper's association as a token of his regard and esteem. The nec and non plus ultra of emotion were reached when the blushing bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be launched into eternity for her sake. The hero folded her willowy form in a loving embrace murmuring fondly Sheila, my own. Encouraged by this use of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb permitted her ardour to reach. She swore to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would cherish his memory, that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. That monster audience simply rocked with delight. But anon they were overcome with grief and clasped their hands for the last time. A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself. Big strong men, officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex, stepped forward and, presenting his visiting card, bankbook and genealogical tree, solicited the hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to name the day, and was accepted on the spot. Every lady in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch, a timely and generous act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion: and when the gallant young Oxonian (the bearer, by the way, of one of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history) placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock excitement knew no bounds. Nay, even the stern provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his natural emotion. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard by those privileged burghers who happened to be in his immediate entourage to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone:

-- God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.

So then the citizens begin talking about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. Antitreating is about the size of it. Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint. And one night I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay, and there was a fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him in Irish and a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking. Ireland sober is Ireland free. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt.

So howandever, as I was saying, the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. I'd train him by kindness, so I would, if he was my dog. Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him.

-- Afraid he'll bite you? says the citizen, sneering.

-- No, says 1. But he might take my leg for a lampost.

So he calls the old dog over.

-- What's on you, Garry? says he.

Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him in Irish and the old towser growling, letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pm bono publico to the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that. Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws.

All those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the lower animals (and their name is legion) should make a point of not missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the famous old Irish red wolfdog setter formerly known by the sobriquet of Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and acquaintances Owen Garry. The exhibition, which is the result of years of training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse. Our greatest living phonetic expert (wild horses shall not drag it from us!) has left no stone unturned in his efforts to delucidate and compare the verse recited and has found it bears a striking resemblance (the italics are ours) to the ranns of ancient Celtic bards. We are not speaking so much of those delightful lovesongs with which the writer who conceals his identity under the graceful pseudonym of the Little Sweet Branch has familiarised the bookloving world but rather (as a contributor D. O. C. points out in an interesting communication published by an evening contemporary) of the harsher and more personal note which is found in the satirical effusions of the famous Raftery and of Donald MacConsidine to say nothing of a more modern lyrist at present very much in the public eye. We subjoin a specimen which has been rendered into English by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not at liberty to disclose though we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. The metrical system of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught. Perhaps it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour.

So he told Terry to bring some water for the dog and, gob, you could hear him lapping it up a mile off. And Joe asked him would he have another.

-- I will, says he, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling.

Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. Arsing around from one pub to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. Entertainment for man and beast. And says Joe:

-- Could you make a hole in another pint?

-- Could a swim duck? says I.

-- Same again, Terry, says Joe. Are you sure you won't have anything in the way of liquid refreshment? says he.

-- Thank you, no, says Bloom. As a matter of fact I just wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Martin asked me to go to the house. You see, he, Dignam, I mean, didn't serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time and nominally under the act the mortgagee can't recover on the policy.

-- Holy Wars, says Joe laughing, that's a good one if old Shylock is landed. So the wife comes out top dog, what?

-- Well, that's a point, says Bloom, for the wife's admirers.

-- Whose admirers? says Joe.

-- The wife's advisers, I mean, says Bloom.

Then he starts all confused mucking it up about the mortgagor under the act like the lord chancellor giving it out on the bench and for the benefit of the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand that Dignam owed Bridgeman the money and if now the wife or the widow contested the mortgagee's right till he near had the head of me addled with his mortgagor under the act. He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a friend in court. Selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. True as you re there. O, commend me to an israelite! Royal and privileged Hungarian robbery.

So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the funeral and to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that's dead to tell her. Choking with bloody foolery. And shaking Bloom's hand doing the tragic to tell her that. Shake hands, brother. You're a rogue and I'm another.

-- Let me, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem, as to request of you this favour. But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness.

-- No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup.

-- Then suffer me to take your hand, said he. The goodness of your heart, I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech.

And off with him and out trying to walk straight. Boosed at five o'clock. Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the bobby, 14 A. Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking against the catholic religion and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut who wrote the new testament and the old testament and hugging and snugging. And the two shawls killed with the laughing, picking his pockets the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls screeching laughing at one another. How is your testament? Have you got an old testament? Only Paddy was passing there, I tell you what. Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel, with her patent boots on her, no less, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the little lady. Jack Mooney's sister. And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to street couples. Gob, Jack made him toe the line. Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him.

So Terry brought the three pints.

-- Here, says Joe, doing the honours. Here, citizen.

-- Slan leat, says he.

-- Fortune, Joe, says I. Good health, citizen.

Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Want a small fortune to keep him in drinks.

-- Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? says Joe.

-- Friend of yours, says Alf.

-- Nannan? says Joe. The mimber?

-- I won't mention any names, says Alf.

-- I thought so, says Joe. I saw him up at that meeting now with William Field, M. P., the cattle traders.

-- Hairy Iopas, says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own.

So Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard. Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier. Mister Knowall. Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks. Pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be in rivers of tears sometimes with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it. What's your programme today? Ay. Humane methods. Because the poor animals suffer and experts say and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently. Gob, he'd have a soft hand under a hen.

Ga Ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Black Liz is our hen. She lays eggs for us. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Then comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg. Ga ga ga ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook.

-- Anyhow, says Joe. Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the House of Commons.

-- Are you sure, says Bloom, the councillor is going? I wanted to see him, as it happens.

-- Well, he's going off by the mailboat, says Joe, tonight.

-- That's too bad, says Bloom. I wanted particularly. Perhaps only Mr Field is going. I couldn't phone. No. You're sure?

-- Nannan's going too, says Joe. The league told him to ask a question tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the park. What do you think of that, citizen? The Sluagh na h-Eireann.

Mr Cowe Conacre (Multifarnham. Nat): Arising out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable gentleman whether the Government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition?

Mr Allfours (Tamoshant. Con): Honourable members are already in possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole house. I feel I cannot usefully add anything to that. The answer to the honourable member's question is in the affirmative.

Mr Orelli (Montenotte. Nat): Have similar orders been issued for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the Phnix park?

Mr Allfours: The answer is in the negative.

Mr Cowe Conacre: Has the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the treasury bench? (O! O!)

Mr Allfours: I must have notice of that question.

Mr Staylewit (Buncombe. Ind.): Don't hesitate to shoot.

(Ironical opposition cheers.)

The speaker: Order! Order!

(The house rises. Cheers.)

-- There's the man, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. There he is sitting there. The man that got away James Stephens. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. What was your best throw, citizen?

-- Na bacleis, says the citizen, letting on to be modest. There was a time I was as good as the next fellow anyhow.

-- Put it there, citizen, says Joe. You were and a bloody sight better.

-- Is that really a fact? says Alf.

-- Yes, says Bloom. That's well known. Do you not know that?

So off they started about Irish sport and shoneen games the like of the lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again and all of that. And of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad. I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom. Do you see that straw? That's a straw. Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it for an hour so he would and talk steady.

A most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of Brian O'Ciarnain's in Sraid na Bretaine Bheag, under the auspices of Sluagh na h-Eireann, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race. The venerable president of this noble order was in the chair and the attendance was of large dimensions. After an instructive discourse by the chairman, a magnificent oration eloquently and forcibly expressed, a most interesting and instructive discussion of the usual high standard of excellence ensued as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient games and sports of our ancient panceltic forefathers. The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause o! our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and power handed down to us from ancient ages. L. Bloom, who met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses, having espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses (happily too familiar to need recalling here) A nation once again in the execution of which the veteran patriot champion may be said without fear of contradiction to have fairly excelled himself. The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it. His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality greatly enchanced his already international reputation, was vociferously applauded by the large audience amongst which were to be noticed many prominent members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press and the bar and the other learned professions. The proceedings then terminated.

Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. William Delany, S. J., L. L. D.; the rt rev. Gerald Molloy, D. D.; the rev. P. J. Kavanagh, C. S. Sp.; the rev. T. Waters, C. C.; the rev. John M. Ivers, P. P.; the rev. P. J. Cleary, O. S. F.; the rev. L. J. Hickey, O. P.; the very rev. Fr. Nicholas, O. S. F. C.; the very rev. B. Gorman. O. D. C.; the rev. T. Maher, S. J.; the very rev. James Murphy, S. J.; the rev. John Lavery, V. F.; the very rev. William Doherty, D. D.; the rev. Peter Fagan, O. M.; the rev. T. Brangan, O. S. A.; the rev. J. Flavin, C. C.; the rev. M. A. Hackett, C. C.; the rev. W. Hurley, C. C.; the rt rev. Mgr M'Manus, V. G.; the rev. B. R. Slattery, O. M. I.; the very rev. M. D. Scally, P. P.; the rev. F. T. Purcell, O. P.; the very rev. Timothy canon Gorman, P. P.; the rev. J. Flanagan, C. C. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.

-- Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?

-- No, says Joe.

-- I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.

-- Who? Blazes? says Joe.

And says Bloom:

-- What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training of the eye.

-- Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run the odds and he swatting all the time.

-- We know him, says the citizen. The traitor's son. We know what put English gold in his pocket.

-- True for you, says Joe.

And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the blood, asking Alf:

-- Now don't you think, Bergan?

-- Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. God, he gave him one last puck in the wind. Queensberry rules and all, made him puke what he never ate.

It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were scheduled to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns. Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions. The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet's nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. The soldier got to business leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one. The men came to handigrips. Myler quickly became busy and got his man under, the bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropes, Myler punishing him. The Englishman, whose right eye was nearly closed, took his corner where he was liberally drenched with water and, when the bell went, came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime. It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it. The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch. After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomach, flooring him flat. It was a knockout clean and clever. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight.

-- He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the north.

-- He is, says Joe. Isn't he?

-- Who? says Bloom. Ah, yes. That's quite true. Yes, a kind of summer tour, you see. Just a holiday.

-- Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? says Joe.

-- My wife? says Bloom. She's singing, yes. I think it will be a success too. He's an excellent man to organise. Excellent.

Hoho begob, says I to myself, says I. That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest. Blazes doing the tootle on the flute. Concert tour. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers. Old Whatwhat. I called about the poor and water rate, Mr Boylan. You what? The water rate, Mr Boylan. You whatwhat? That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. 'Twixt me and you Caddereesh.

Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy. There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms.

And lo, there entered one of the clan of the O'Molloys, a comely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in the law, and with him the prince and heir of the noble line of Lambert.

-- Hello, Ned.

-- Hello, Alf.

-- Hello, Jack.

-- Hello, Joe.

-- God save you, says the citizen.

-- Save you kindly, says J. J. What'll it be, Ned?

-- Half one, says Ned.

So J. J. ordered the drinks.

-- Were you round at the court? says Joe.

-- Yes, says J. J. He'll square that, Ned, says he.

-- Hope so, says Ned.

Now what were those two at? J. J. getting him off the grand jury list and the other give him a leg over the stile. With his name in Stubbs's. Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, drinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders. Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no-one would know him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the pop. What's your name, sir? Dunne, says he. Ay, and done, says I. Gob, ye'll come home by weeping cross one of these days, I'm thinking.

-- Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there, says Alf. U. p. up.

-- Yes, says J. J. Looking for a private detective.

-- Ay, says Ned, and he wanted right go wrong to address the court only Corny Kelleher got round him telling him to get the handwriting examined first.

-- Ten thousand pounds, says Alf laughing. God I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury.

-- Was it you did it, Alf? says Joe. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson.

-- Me? says Alf. Don't cast your nasturtiums on my character.

-- Whatever statement you make, says Joe, will be taken down in evidence against you.

-- Of course an action would lie, says J. J. It implies that he is not compos mentis. U. p. up.

-- Compos your eye! says Alf, laughing. Do you know that he's balmy? Look at his head. Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat on with a shoehorn?

-- Yes, says J. J., but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the eyes of the law.

-- Ha, ha, Alf, says Joe.

-- Still, says Bloom, on account of the poor woman, I mean his wife.

-- Pity about her, says the citizen. Or any other woman marries a half and half.

-- How half and half? says Bloom. Do you mean he.

-- Half and half I mean, says the citizen. A fellow that's neither fish nor flesh.

-- Nor good red herring, says Joe.

-- That what's I mean, says the citizen. A pishogue, if you know what that is.

Begob I saw there was trouble coming. And Bloom explained he meant, on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool. Cruelty to animals so it is to let that bloody povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him, bringing down the rain. And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of his old fellow's was pew opener to the pope. Picture of him on the wall with his smashall sweeney's moustaches. The signor Brini from Summerhill, the eyetallyano, papal zouave to the Holy Father, has left the quay and gone to Moss street. And who was he, tell us? A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world.

-- And moreover, says J. J., a postcard is publication. It was held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. Hole. In my opinion an action might lie.

Six and eightpence, please. Who wants your opinion? Let us drink our pints in peace. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself.

-- Well, good health, Jack, says Ned.

-- Good health, Ned, says J. J.

-- There he is again, says Joe.

-- Where? says Alf.

And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him like a father, trying to sell him a secondhand coffin.

-- How did that Canada swindle case go off? says Joe.

-- Remanded, says J. J.

One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob. What? Do you see any green in the white of my eye? Course it was a bloody barney. What? Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, and his own kidney too. J. J. was telling us there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him, swearing by the holy Moses he was stuck for two quid.

-- Who tried the case? says Joe.

-- Recorder, says Ned.

-- Poor old sir Frederick, says Alf, you can cod him up to the two eyes.

-- Heart as big as a lion, says Ned. Tell him a tale of woe about arrears of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids and, faith, he'll dissolve in tears on the bench.

-- Ay, says Alf. Reuben J. was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to cry:

-- A most scandalous thing! This poor hardworking man! How many children? Ten, did you say?

-- Yes, your worship. And my wife has the typhoid!

-- And a wife with typhoid fever! Scandalous! Leave the court immediately, sir. No, sir, I'll make no order for payment. How dare you, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an order! A poor hardworking industrious man! I dismiss the case.

And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in the third week after the feastday of the Holy and Undivided Trinity, the daughter of the skies, the virgin moon being then in her first quarter, it came to pass that those learned judges repaired them to the halls of law. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claims of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased versus Livingstone, an infant, of unsound mind, and another. And to the solemn court of Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. And he sat him there about the hour of five o'clock to administer the law of the brehons at the commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the county of the city of Dublin. And there sat with him the high sinhedrim of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. And he conjured them by Him who died on rood that they should well and truly try and true delivrance make in the issue joined between their sovereign lord the King and the prisoner at the bar and true verdict give according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the books. And they rose in their seats, those twelve of Iar, and they swore by the name of Him who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness. And straightway the minions of the law led forth from their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended in consequence of information received. And they shackled him hand and foot and would take of him ne bail ne mainprise but preferred a charge against him for he was a malefactor.

-- Those are nice things, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with bugs.

So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts talking with Joe telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford. And so Joe swore high and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all.

-- Because you see, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition. That's the whole secret.

-- Rely on me, says Joe.

-- Swindling the peasants, says the citizen, and the poor of Ireland. We want no more strangers in our house.

-- O I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom. It's just that Keyes you see.

-- Consider that done, says Joe.

-- Very kind of you, says Bloom.

-- The strangers, says the citizen. Our own fault. We let them come in. We brought them. The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon robbers here.

-- Decree nisi, says J. J.

And Bloom letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner behind the barrel, and the citizen scowling after him and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when.

-- A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, that's what's the cause of all our misfortunes.

-- And here she is, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

-- Give us a squint at her, says I.

And what was it only one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. Secrets for enlarging your private parts. Misconduct of society belle. Norman W. Tupper, wealthy Chicago contractor, finds pretty but faithless wife in lap of officer Taylor. Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself and her fancy man feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.

-- O Jakers, Jenny, says Joe, how short your shirt is!

-- There's hair, Joe, says I. Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off of that one, what?

So anyhow in came John Wyse Nolan and Lenehan with him with a face on him as long as a late breakfast.

-- Well, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? What did those tinkers in the cityhall at their caucus meeting decide about the Irish language?

O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most obedient city, second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, after due prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn counsel whereby they might, if so be it might be, bring once more into honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael.

-- It's on the march, says the citizen. To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois.

So J. J. puts in a word doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation.

-- Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen. To hell with them! The curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody thicklugged sons of whores' gets! No music and no art and no literature worthy of the name. Any civilisation they have they stole from us. Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts.

-- The European family, says J. J...

-- They're not European, says the citizen. I was in Europe with Kevin Egan of Paris. You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance.

And says John Wyse:

-- Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the lingo:

-- Conspuez les Anglais! Perde Albion!

He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan Lamh Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster silent as the deathless gods.

-- What's up with you, says I to Lenehan. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner.

-- Gold cup, says he.

-- Who won, Mr Lenehan? says Terry.

-- Throwaway, says he, at twenty to one. A rank outsider. And the rest nowhere.

-- And Bass's mare? says Terry.

-- Still running, says he. We're all in a cart. Boylan plunged two quid on my tip Sceptre for himself and a lady friend.

-- I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. Lord Howard de Walden's.

-- Twenty to one, says Lenehan. Such is life in an outhouse. Throwaway, says he. Takes the biscuit and talking about bunions. Frailty, thy name is Sceptre.

So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. Old mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.

-- Not there, my child, says he.

-- Keep your pecker up, says Joe. She'd have won the money only for the other dog.

And J. J. and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word.

-- Some people, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

-- Raimeis, says the citizen. There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't see, if you know what that means. Where are our missing twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost tribes? And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole world! And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the whole wide world! Where are the Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis. Wine, peltries, Connemara marble, silver from Tipperary, second to none, our far-famed horses even today, the Irish hobbies, with king Philip of Spain offering to pay customs duties for the right to fish in our waters. What do the yellowjohns of Anglia owe us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths? And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption.

-- As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse, or Heligoland with its one tree if something is not done to reafforest the land. Larches, firs, all the trees of the conifer family are going fast. I was reading a report of lord Castletown's...

-- Save them, says the citizen, the giant ash of Galway and the chieftain elm of Kildare with a fortyfoot bole and an acre of foliage. Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

-- Europe has its eyes on you, says Lenehan.

The fashionable international world attended en masse this afternoon at the wedding of the chevalier Jean Wyse de Neaulan, grand high chief ranger of the Irish National Foresters, with Miss Fir Conifer of Pine Valley. Lady Sylvester Elmshade, Mrs Barbara Lovebirch, Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O. Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze. The maids of honour, Miss Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer, sisters of the bride, wore very becoming costumes in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of heron feathers of paletinted coral. Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability and, in addition to the prescribed numbers of the nuptial mass, played a new and striking arrangement of Woodman, spare that tree at the conclusion of the service. On leaving the church of Saint Fiacre in Horto after the papal blessing the happy pair were subjected to a playful crossfire of hazelnuts, beechmast, bayleaves, catkins of willow, ivytod, hollyberries, mistletoe sprigs and quicken shoots. Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest.

-- And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. We had our trade with Spain and the French and with the Flemings before those mongrels were pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway.

-- And will again, says Joe.

-- And with the help of the holy mother of God we will again, says the citizen, clapping his thigh. Our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. And will again, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three sons of Milesius.

And he took the last swig out of the pint, Moya. All wind and piss like a tanyard cat. Cows in Connacht have long horns. As much as his bloody life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled multitude in Shanagolden where he daren't show his nose with the Molly Maguires looking for him to let daylight through him for grabbing the holding of an evicted tenant.

-- Hear, hear to that, says John Wyse. What will you have?

-- An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.

-- Half one, Terry, says John Wyse, and a hands up. Terry! Are you asleep?

-- Yes, sir, says Terry. Small whisky and bottle of Allsop. Right, sir.

Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general public. Picture of a butting match, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate. And another one: Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Ga. A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a sambo strung up on a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. Gob, they ought to drown him in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure of their job.

-- But what about the fighting navy, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

-- I'Il tell you what about it, says the citizen. Hell upon earth it is. Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth. A fellow writes that calls himself Disgusted One.

So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they tie him down on the buttend of a gun.

-- A rump and dozen, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech.

And says John Wyse:

-- 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance.

Then he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long cane and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor lad till he yells meila murder.

-- That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen, that bosses the earth. The fellows that never will be slaves, with the only hereditary chamber on the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. That's the great empire they boast about of drudges and whipped serfs.

-- On which the sun never rises, says Joe.

-- And the tragedy of it is, says the citizen, they believe it. The unfortunate yahoos believe it.

They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth and in Jacky Tar, the son of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid.

But, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere? I mean wouldn't it be the same here if you put force against force?

Didn't I tell you? As true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living.

-- We'll put force against force, says the citizen. We have our greater Ireland beyond the sea. They were driven out of house and home in the black 47. Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid low by the batteringram and the Times rubbed its hands and told the whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland as redskins in America. Even the grand Turk sent us his piastres. But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro. Ay, they drove out the peasants in hordes. Twenty thousand of them died in the coffinships. But those that came to the land of the free remember the land of bondage. And they will come again and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan.

-- Perfectly true, says Bloom. But my point was...

-- We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Ned. Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala.

-- Ay, says John Wyse. We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us. Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. Fontenoy, eh? And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa. But what did we ever get for it?

-- The French! says the citizen. Set of dancing masters! Do you know what it is? They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland. Aren't they trying to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious Albion? Firebrands of Europe and they always were?

-- Conspuez les Fran?ais, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer.

-- And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe, haven't we had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead?

Jesus, I had to laugh at the way he came out with that about the old one with the winkers on her blind drunk in her royal palace every night of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper.

-- Well! says J. J. We have Edward the peacemaker now.

-- Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. There's a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo. Edward Guelph-Wettin!

-- And what do you think, says Joe, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in his Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode. The earl of Dublin, no less.

-- They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf.

And says J. J.:

-- Considerations of space influenced their lordship's decision.

-- Will you try another, citizen? says Joe.

-- Yes, sir, says he, I will.

-- You? says Joe.

-- Beholden to you, Joe, says I. May your shadow never grow less.

-- Repeat that dose, says Joe.

Bloom was talking and talking with John Wyse and he quite excited with his dunducketymudcoloured mug on him and his old plumeyes rolling about.

-- Persecution, says he, all the history of the world is full of it. Perpetuating national hatred among nations.

-- But do you know what a nation means? says John Wyse.

-- Yes, says Bloom.

-- What is it? says John Wyse.

-- A nation? says Bloom. A nation is the same people living in the same place.

-- By God, then, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same place for the past five years.

So of course everyone had a laugh at Bloom and says he, trying to muck out of it:

-- Or also living in different places.

-- That covers my case, says Joe.

-- What is your nation if I may ask, says the citizen.

-- Ireland, says Bloom. I was born here. Ireland.

The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner.

-- After you with the push, Joe, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry.

-- Here you are, citizen, says Joe. Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words.

The muchtreasured and intricately embroidered ancient Irish facecloth attributed to Solomon of Droma and Manus Tomaltach og MacDonogh, authors of the Book of Ballymote, was then carefully produced and called forth prolonged admiration. No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four evangelists in turn presenting to each of the four masters his evangelical symbol a bogoak sceptre, 8 North American puma (a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing), a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. The scenes depicted on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in the time of the Barmecides. Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company (Limited), Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave - all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time.

-- Shove us over the drink, says I. Which is which?

-- That's mine, says Joe, as the devil laid to the dead policeman.

-- And I belong to a race too, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted. Also now. This very moment. This very instant.

Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old cigar.

-- Robbed, says he. Plundered. Insulted. Persecuted. Taking what belongs to us by right. At this very moment, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction off in Morocco like slaves or cattles.

-- Are you talking about the new Jerusalem? says the citizen.

-- I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom.

-- Right, says John Wyse. Stand up to it then with force like men.

That's an almanac picture for you. Mark for a softnosed bullet. Old lardyface standing up to the business end of a gun. Gob, he'd adorn a sweepingbrush, so he would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag.

-- But it's no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that. That's not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life.

-- What? says Alf.

-- Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred. I must go now, says he to John Wyse. Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there. If he comes just say I'll be back in a second. Just a moment.

Who's hindering you? And off he pops like greased lightning.

-- A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen. Universal love.

-- Well, says John Wyse, isn't that what we're told? Love your neighbours.

-- That chap? says the citizen. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Love, Moya! He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet. Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly. Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. M. B. loves a fair genteman. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant. Old Mr Verschoyle with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turnedin eye. The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen. Mrs Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. You love a certain person. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but

God loves everybody.

-- Well, Joe, says I, your very good health and song. More power, citizen.

-- Hurrah, there, says Joe.

-- The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen.

And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle.

-- We know those canters, says he, preaching and picking your pocket. What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon? The bible! Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England?

-- What's that? says Joe.

So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts reading out:

-- A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which the dusky potentate, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British Empire, stating that he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible, the volume of the word of God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal Donor. The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently executing an old Abeakutic wardance, in the course of which he swallowed several knives and forks, amid hilarious applause from the girl hands.

-- Widow woman, says Ned, I wouldn't doubt her. Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would.

-- Same only more so, says Lenehan. And thereafter in that fruitful land the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly.

-- Is that by Griffith? says John Wyse.

-- No, says the citizen. It's not signed Shanganagh. It's only initialled: P.

-- And a very good initial too, says Joe.

-- That's how it's worked, says the citizen. Trade follows the flag.

-- Well, says J. J., if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo Free State they must be bad. Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is?

-- Casement, says the citizen. He's an Irishman.

-- Yes, that's the man, says J. J. Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them.

-- I know where he's gone, says Lenehan, cracking his fingers.

-- Who? says I.

-- Bloom, says he, the courthouse is a blind. He had a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels.

-- Is it that whiteyed kaffir? says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life.

-- That's where he's gone, says Lenehan. I met Bantam Lyons going to back that horse only I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the tip. Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on. He's the only man in Dublin has it. A dark horse.

-- He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.

-- Mind, Joe, says I. Show us the entrance out.

-- There you are, says Terry.

Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. So I just went round to the back of the yard to pumpship and begob (hundred shillings to five) while I was letting off my (Throwaway twenty to) letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his (two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off) in his mind to get off the mark to (hundred shillings is five quid) and when they were in the (dark horse) Pisser Burke was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick (gob, must have done about a gallon) flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's (ow!) all a plan so he could vamoose with the pool if he won or (Jesus, full up I was) trading without a licence (ow!) Ireland my nation says he (hoik! phthook!) never be up to those bloody (there's the last of it) Jerusalem (ah!) cuckoos.

So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the idea for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off of the Government and appointing consuls all over the world to walk about selling Irish industries. Robbing Peter to pay Paul. Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. Give us a bloody chance. God save Ireland from the likes of that bloody mouseabout. Mr Bloom with his argol bargol. And his old fellow before him perpetrating frauds, old Methusalem Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. Loans by post on easy terms. Any amount of money advanced on note of hand. Distance no object. No security. Gob he's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of the road with everyone.

-- Well, it's a fact, says John Wyse. And there's the man now that'll tell you about it, Martin Cunningham.

Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power with him and a fellow named Crofter or Crofton, pensioner out of the collector general's, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the king's expense.

Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their palfreys.

-- Ho, varlet! cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party. Saucy knave! To us!

So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice.

Mine host came forth at the summons girding him with his tabard.

-- Give you good den, my masters, said he with an obsequious bow.

-- Bestir thyself, sirrah! cried he who had knocked. Look to our steeds. And for ourselves give us of your best for faith we need it.

-- Lackaday, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder. I know not what to offer your lordships.

-- How now, fellow? cried the second of the party, a man of pleasant countenance, so servest thou the king's messengers, Master Taptun?

An instantaneous change overspread the landlord's visage.

-- Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly. An you be the king's messengers (God shield His Majesty!) you shall not want for aught. The king's friends (God bless His Majesty!) shall not go afasting in my house I warrant me.

-- Then about! cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty trencherman by his aspect. Hast aught to give us?

Mine host bowed again as he made answer:

-- What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish?

-- Gadzooks! cried the last speaker. That likes me well. Pistachios!

-- Aha! cried he of the pleasant countenance. A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! 'Tis a merry rogue.

So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom.

-- Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans.

-- Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein?

-- That's so, says Martin. Or so they allege.

-- Who made those allegations? says Alf.

-- I, says Joe. I'm the alligator.

-- And after all, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow?

-- Why not? says J. J., when he's quite sure which country it is.

-- Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offence, Crofton.

-- We don't want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian.

-- Who is Junius? says J. J.

-- He's a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. We know that in the castle.

-- Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? says Jack Power.

-- Not at all, says Martin. Only namesakes. His name was Virag. The father's name that poisoned himself. He changed it by deed poll, the father did.

-- That's the new Messiah for Ireland! says the citizen. Island of saints and sages!

-- Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin. For that matter so are we.

-- Yes, says J. J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother.

-- Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan.

-- O, by God, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. I met him one day in the south city markets buying a tin of Neave's food six weeks before the wife was delivered.

-- En ventre sa mere, says J. J.

-- Do you call that a man? says the citizen.

-- I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.

-- Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power.

-- And who does he suspect? says the citizen.

Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. One of those mixed middlings he is. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses. Do you know what I'm telling you? It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of that and throw him in the bloody sea. Justifiable homicide, so it would. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. Give us your blessing. Not as much as would blind your eye.

-- Charity to the neighbour, says Martin. But where is he? We can't wait.

-- A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. That's what he is. Virag from Hungary! Ahasuerus I call him. Cursed by God.

-- Have you time for a brief libation, Martin? says Ned.

-- Only one, says Martin. We must be quick. J. J. and S.

-- You Jack? Crofton? Three half ones, Terry.

-- Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores.

-- Well, says Martin, rapping for his glass. God bless all here is my prayer.

-- Amen, says the citizen.

-- And I'm sure he will, says Joe.

And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto, Carthusians and Camaldolesi, Cistercians and Olivetans, Oratorians and Vallombrosans, and the friars of Augustine, Brigittines, Premonstratesians, Servi, Trinitarians, and the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the sons of Dominic, the friars preachers, and the sons of Vincent: and the monks of S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the confraternity of the christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice. And after came all saints and martyrs, virgins and confessors: S. Cyr and S. Isidore Arator and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. And all came with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae, bearing palms and harps and swords and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of their efficacies, inkhorns, arrows, loaves, cruses, fetters, axes, trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys, dragons, lilies, buckshot, beards, hogs, lamps, bellows, beehives, soupladles, stars, snakes, anvils, boxes of vaseline, bells, crutches, forceps, stags' horns, watertight boots, hawks, millstones, eyes on a dish, wax candles, aspergills, unicorns. And as they wended their way by Nelson's Pillar, Henry Street, Mary Street, Capel Street, Little Britain Street, chanting the introit in Epiphania Domini which beginneth Surge, illuminare and thereafter most sweetly the gradual Omnes which saith de Saba venient they did divers wonders such as casting out devils, raising the dead to life, multiplying fishes, healing the halt and the blind, discovering various articles which had been mislaid, interpreting and fulfilling the scriptures, blessing and prophesying. And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick. And when the good fathers had reached the appointed place, the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and brandy shippers, licensed for the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. And entering he blessed the viands and the beverages and the company of all the blessed answered his prayers.

-- Adiutorium nostrum in nomine Domini.

-- Que fecit clum et terram.

-- Dominus vobiscum.

-- Et cum spiritu tuo.

And he laid his hands upon the blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed:

-- Deus, cuius vet sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et pasta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et anima tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

-- And so say all of us, says Jack.

-- Thousand a year, Lambert, says Crofton or Crawford.

-- Right, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. And butter for fish.

I was just looking round to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but in he comes again letting on to be in a hell of a hurry.

-- I was just round at the courthouse, says he, looking for you. I hope I'm not...

-- No, says Martin, we're ready.

Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver. Mean bloody scut. Stand us a drink itself. Devil a sweet fear! There's a jew for you! All for number one. Cute as a shithouse rat. Hundred to five.

-- Don't tell anyone, says the citizen.

-- Beg your pardon, says he.

-- Come on boys, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. Come along now.

-- Don't tell anyone, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him. It's a secret.

And-he bloody dog woke up and let a growl.

-- Bye bye all, says Martin.

And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be all at sea up with them on the bloody jaunting car.

Off with you, says Martin to the jarvey.

The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop, the helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward with all sail set, the spinnaker to larboard. A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. And they laughed, sporting in a circle of their foam: and the bark clave the waves.

But begob I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy and he cursing the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him.

-- Let me alone, says he.

And begob he got as far as the door and they holding him and he bawls out of him:

-- Three cheers for Israel!

Arrah, sit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for Christ' sake and don't be making a public exhibition of yourself. Jesus, there's always some bloody clown or other kicking up a bloody murder about bloody nothing. Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would.

And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door and Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen bawling and Alf and Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and the loafers calling for a speech and Jack Power trying to get him to sit down on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over his eye starts singing If the man in the moon was a jew, jew, jew and a slut shouts out of her:

-- Eh, mister! Your fly is open, mister!

And says he:

-- Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. And the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.

-- He had no father, says Martin. That'll do now. Drive ahead.

-- Whose God? says the citizen.

-- Well, his uncle was a jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a jew like me.

Gob, the citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

-- By Jesus, says he, I'Il brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. By Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will. Give us that biscuitbox here.

-- Stop! Stop! says Joe.

A-large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances from the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid farewell to Nagyaságos uram Lipóti Virag, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Százharminczbrojúgulyás-Dugulás (Meadow of Murmuring Waters). The ceremony which went off with great éclat was characterised by the most affecting cordiality. An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully executed in the style of ancient Celtic ornament, a work which reflects every credit on the makers, Messrs Jacob agus Jacob. The departing guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczy's March. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three Rock Mountain, Sugar-loaf, Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the reeks of M'Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers while, as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges, the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute as were also those of the electrical power station at the Pigeon-house. Visszontlátlására, kedvés baráton! Visszontlátásra! Gone but not forgotten.

Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin anyhow and out with him and little Alf hanging on to his elbow and he shouting like a stuck pig, as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre.

-- Where is he till I murder him?

And Ned and J. G. paralysed with the laughing.

-- Bloody wars, says I, I'll be in for the last gospel.

But as luck would have it the jarvey got the nag's head round the other way and off with him.

-- Hold one citizen, says Joe. Stop!

Begob he drew his hand and made a swipe and let fly. Mercy of God the sun was in his eyes or he'd have left him for dead. Gob, he near sent it into the county Longford. The bloody nag took fright and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old tinbox clattering along the street.

The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect. The observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the fifth grade of Mercalli's scale, and there is no record extant of a similar seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. The epicentre appears to have been that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay ward and parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres, two roods and one square pole or perch. All the lordly Tesidences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive. From the reports of eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character. An article of headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the island, respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded to the extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near the old head of Kinsale. Other eyewitnesses depose that they-observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed south west by west. Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received from all parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the episcopal dioceses subject to the spiritual authority of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. The work of salvage, removal of debris human remains etc has been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and Son, 159, Great Brunswick Street and Messrs T. C. Martin, 77, 78, 79 and 80, North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H. R. H., rear admiral the right honourable sir Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus Anderson K.G., K.P., H.T., P.C., K.C.B., M.P., J.P., M.B., D.S.O., S.O.D., M.F.H., M.R.I.A., B.L., Mus. Doc., P.L.G., F.T.C.D., F.R.U.I., F.R.C.P.I. and F.R.C.S.I.

You never saw the like of it in all your born puff. Gob, if he got that lottery ticket on the side of his poll he'd remember the gold cup, he would so, but begob the citizen would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. The jarvey saved his life by furious driving as sure as God made Moses. What? O, Jesus, he did. And he let a volley of oaths after him.

-- Did I kill him, says he, or what?

And he shouting to the bloody dog:

-- After him, Garry! After him, boy!

And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old sheepface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb. Hundred to five! Jesus, he took the value of it out of him, I promise you.

When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him. And there came a voice out of heaven, calling: Elijah! Elijah! And he answered with a main cry: Abba! Adonai! And they beheld Him even Him, ben Bloom Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over Donohoe's in Little Green Street like a shot off a shovel.

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[1]特洛伊是个警官，他的名字在第十五章中重新出现，见该章注[853]及有关正文。阿伯山是与利菲河平行的一条街，在都柏林中心区以西。

[2]行过割礼的家伙指犹太人。

[3]俚语中，“尖儿”含有精华的意思。这里套用一首俗曲的题目： 《只消为我割下一点尖儿》（作者为默雷和利）。在这首歌曲的第一段中，宾客们酒足饭饱后，还要求东道主把布丁的尖儿割下来给他们吃。

[4]“英……下了！”一语出自《旧约・撒母耳记下》第1章第25节。

[5]迈克尔・E杰拉蒂在后文中重新出现，见第十五章注[852]。

[6]斯通为英国重量单位，每斯通一般合十四磅。

[7]“天主的约翰”指都柏林郡的一家精神病院，为天主的圣约翰护病会所创办。

[8]原文作“Whisky and water on the brain”，是双关语。Whisky and water是威士忌兑水，“Water on the brain”是脑水肿。

[9]据艾尔曼的《詹姆斯・乔伊斯》（第61页），“市民”是以盖尔体育协会的创办者迈克尔・丘萨克（1847一1907）为原型而塑造的人物。 他口口声声称自己为“市民丘萨克”，因而得名。

[10]老相识，原文为爱尔兰语。

[11]牧畜商的聚会，参看第二章注[84]。

[12]原为一七一五年给英国政府资助的那些爱尔兰亚麻布制品商兴建的一批工房。十九世纪末废弃，偶尔充作兵营。

[13]伊尼斯费尔是对爱尔兰的富于诗意的美称，意思是命运之岛。“在美……尔”一语出自詹姆斯・克拉伦斯・曼根（1803一1849）从爱尔兰文翻译的《奥尔德弗里德游记》。该书作者奥尔德弗里德为七世纪的诺森伯兰王。本段和下一段中，另外还套用了曼根译文中的一些词句，并嘲讽地模仿了格雷戈里夫人翻译的爱尔兰传说《神与战士》（1904）的文体。

[14]巴尼・基尔南的酒店坐落在圣迈昌教区。圣迈昌教堂建立于一六七六年。

[15]教堂的望楼有一百平方英尺，其建立年代可追溯到十二世纪。

[16]教堂的地下灵堂里保存着包括十字军东征的战士们以及一七九八年的起义领袖的若干遗体。

[17]产卵期的雄黑线鳕，下颚尖上出现一道弯钩。

[18]埃布拉纳是希腊地理学家托勒密（公元2世纪）对都柏林旧址的称呼。斯利夫马吉是位于都柏林东南约六十英里处的一座山。

[19]克鲁亚昌是康诺特的一座宫殿。阿马是古爱尔兰的首都。博伊尔是位于都柏林西北九十英里处的古城。

[20]国王的子嗣，参看第二章注[59]。

[21]灿烂的宫殿，指都柏林果菜鱼市，与巴尼・基尔南酒吧相距一个街区。

[22]奥康内尔・菲茨蒙是当时（1904）食品商场的总管理人。

[23]仰光豆是一种香瓜，两三英尺长，直径一至三英寸，状似菜豆，故名。

[24]斯揣克是英国的一种重量单位，一斯揣克相当于半蒲式耳至四蒲式耳（每蒲式耳合36升。）

[25]大地之珍珠是古埃及对葱头的美称。

[26]胡茬鹅是灰腿鹅的俗称。

[27]即约瑟夫・卡夫，参看第四章注[18]。

[28]拉斯克是都柏林以北十一英里处的一座教区。拉什是该教区的一个小海港。卡里克梅恩斯是都柏林东南十英里处的一座村子。托蒙德是北芒斯特省的一个古代小王国，麦吉利卡迪是爱尔兰最高的山区，在芒斯特省凯里郡。香农河流经爱尔兰中央低地，注入大西洋。

[29]凯亚是公元第一世纪的康诺特（爱尔兰古代王国）女王梅伊芙的私生子。他的后代在凯里郡繁衍生息。

[30]小牛皱胃的内膜含有乳酵素，将其晒干后，用来凝固牛奶中的酪朊，制成干酪。

[31]这种小木桶是装油脂用的，容量为八至九磅。

[32]克拉诺克是古时在爱尔兰、威尔士和英格兰西部通用过的一种计量单位。量小麦时，每克拉诺克合二至四蒲式耳。

[33]加里欧文是都柏林市民J．J．吉尔特拉普的爱尔兰猎狗的名字。芒斯特省利默利克郡郊外有此地名，居民以蛮悍著称。

[34]满满的小坛子，原文为爱尔兰语，是一首爱尔兰民歌的题目。其中有“我的心爱的，我的小坛子”之句。

[35]肉体上的善行共有七桩，与精神上的善行相对。第一桩分别为：埋葬死者（肉体上），规劝罪人（精神上）。

[36]桑特里是都柏林北郊一乡村教区。

[37]蓝色文件指传票。

[38]这是模仿拦路打劫者的口吻。

[39]原文为爱尔兰语。指爱尔兰战争（1689一1891）中正规军投降后，任何采用游击战方式抵抗英军的民族主义者。由于国外援助被切断，终被击败。

[40]《山中的罗里》是查理・约瑟夫・基克哈姆（1830一1882）的一首诗的题目。诗中把山中的罗里描述为有着民族主义思想的农民。一八八0年一批鼓动土地改革者也曾以罗里自称。

[41]指日俄战争。

[42]“荒唐”，原文为英语化了的爱尔兰语。

[43]国酒，指黑啤酒。

[44]意思是：“也要黑啤酒。”巴涅尔（见第二章注[81]）垮台前的纷争中，有个姓马卡纳斯贝的都柏林墓碑工在一次公众集会上发表冗长的讲演。后面的发言者简单地说了句：“跟马卡纳斯贝一样。”

[45]我的朋友，原文为爱尔兰语。

[46]埃尔是英国古尺名，每埃尔合四十五英寸。

[47]原文为拉丁文。这是音译。

[48]“泪水……眼睛”，这里将托马斯・穆尔的《爱琳，你眼中的泪与微笑》（见《爱尔兰歌曲》）一诗的题目作了改动。

[49]巴尔布里艮是都柏林辖区的一座港埠。

[50]库楚林是爱尔兰中世纪传奇小说中的英雄，貌美而力大无比。百战之康恩是最早统一爱尔兰的古代国王（123一157）。做过九次人质的奈尔指爱尔兰古代国王奈尔・诺依吉亚拉克（379一405在位）。

[51]布赖恩指爱尔兰古代国王布赖恩・勃鲁（926一1014），也作勃罗马或勃罗衣梅。金克拉是他的王宫所在地。他曾率兵击败占领都柏林的丹麦入侵者。

[52]玛拉基大王（10世纪末叶）是爱尔兰中古时代国王。阿尔特・麦克默拉是爱尔兰民族英雄，一三九九年五月英格兰国王理查二世（1367一1400）出兵入侵爱尔兰，遭到他的抗击。沙恩・奥尼尔（约1530一1567），爱尔兰爱国志士。康恩・奥尼尔的长子。其父死后，成为奥尼尔家族的首领。

[53]约翰・墨菲神父（约1753一1798）．爱尔兰爱国志士。 一七九八年起义的主要领导者之一。最初获胜，后被俘处以极刑。欧文・罗・奥尼尔（ 约1590一1649），一六四二年率领一支爱尔兰部队，支持查理一世。后被克伦威尔的军队击败。

[54]帕特里克・萨斯菲尔德（约1650一1693），爱尔兰陆军中将。一六九0年七月大不列颠的威廉三世（1650一1702）在博因河战役中战胜爱尔兰抗英部队后，萨斯菲尔德曾集结败兵，袭击并重创威廉的炮兵部队。

[55]红发休・奥唐奈，指爱尔兰古盖尔族最后一代国王休・罗・奥唐奈（约1571一1602）。他的首要目标是赶走英格兰的行政长官，并获得成功，后被伊丽莎白一世派去的密探詹姆斯・布莱克毒死。红发吉姆・麦克德莫特为芬尼社成员，一八六八年沦力叛徒。

[56]即尤金・奥格罗尼神父（1863一1899），致力于复兴盖尔语，是盖尔学会（1893）的创建者之一。

[57]迈克尔・德怀尔（1771一1816），一七九八年起义领袖之一。原想参加罗伯特・艾米特于一八0三年发动的起义，后投降，并被押往澳大利亚。弗朗西斯・希金斯的外号叫冒牌绅士，参看第七章注[66]。

[58]亨利・乔伊・莫克拉肯（1767一1798），阿尔斯特省爱尔兰人联合会会长。

[59]歌利亚为菲利士（起源于爱琴海的民族）一巨人，在一次决斗中，被少年太卫（后来的大卫王）所杀（纪元前1063）。见《撒母耳记上》第17章。

[60]霍勒斯・惠特利是十九世纪九十年代的一个杂耍剧场卖艺人。

[61]佩格（玛格丽特的昵称）・沃芬顿（约1720一1760），爱尔兰女演员。一七三七年，因在《哈姆莱特》中扮演奥菲利亚成名。一七四二年在都柏林与戴维・加里克同台演出。

[62]美国诗人亨利・沃兹沃思・朗费罗（1807一1882）所写《乡村铁匠》（1841）一诗的主人公。

[63]十九世纪七、八十年代，爱尔兰人广泛使用穆恩莱特上尉这一笔名来撰文鼓动土地革命。

[64]杯葛上尉，指查尔斯・坎宁安・杯葛（1832一1897），原为退役陆军上尉，后任英国贵族在爱尔兰的田庄管理人。一八八0年爱尔兰民族主义政治家查理・斯图尔特・巴涅尔领导佃农对拒绝降低地租并声言要收回租地的杯葛（Boy-cott）进行了有效的抵制。从此杯葛（boycott）一词便成为“抵制”的代用语。

[65]圣弗尔萨（死于约650），爱尔兰的天主教圣徒，曾在爱尔兰、英格兰和欧洲大陆建立修道院。乔伊斯曾提到过他对地狱和天堂所做的描述。那要比但丁的《神曲》（约1313）早数世纪。

[66]圣布伦丹（484一577），凯尔特人，天主教圣徒，曾在爱尔兰和苏格兰建立隐修院。他还曾越洋在佛罗里达登陆，那比哥伦布发现新大陆（1492） 要早一千年。

[67]麦克马洪，指马利-埃德米-帕特里斯-莫里斯伯爵（1808一1893）。他是在斯图亚特王朝时逃到法国来的一个爱尔兰家族的后裔，后成为法国元帅， 并为法兰西第三共和国第二任总统。

[68]查理曼大帝（约742一814），法兰克国王，八00年称帝。按照爱尔兰人传说，他被视为出身于凯尔特族并信基督教的早期爱尔兰人。

[69]西奥博尔德・沃尔夫・托恩，参看第十章注[85]。

[70]马加比弟兄，指犹大（？一公元前161）、约拿单（？一公元前143或前142）、西门（？一公元前135）。犹大率领游击队抗击塞琉西国王安条克四世（公元前215一前164）的入侵。他战死后，约拿单使犹太获得独立。约拿单被诱杀后，西门在犹太建立了哈斯蒙王朝。他们的母亲莎洛美由于不肯背叛犹太教而于纪元前一六八年左右，和她的另外七个孩子一道被安条克四世所杀害。

[71]指美国小说家詹姆斯・费尼莫尔・库珀（1789一1851）的小说《最后的莫希干人）（1826）中的主人公安加斯――一个勇敢的红印第安青年。

[72]卡斯蒂利亚的玫瑰，参看第七章注[82]。

[73]《攻克戈尔韦的人》为查理・詹姆斯・利弗（1806一1872）所作歌曲的题目。戈尔韦是爱尔兰西部康诺特省一郡。郡内有同名的港市。

[74]《使蒙特卡洛的赌场主破产了的人》（1892）是弗雷德・吉尔伯特（1850一1905）所作歌曲的题目。蒙特卡洛是摩纳哥三个行政区之一。一八六一年开业以来，即成为全世界最著名的赌场。

[75]在古代爱尔兰，每当一部族面临受侵略告急时，即由一个勇士守在关口。后沿用为足球场上的守门员。

[76]这里把加拿大的葛兰特・艾伦（1848一1899）的一部触及社会问题的小说《做了的女人》（1895）的题目改了。

[77]约翰・劳伦斯・沙利文（1858一1918），爱尔兰裔美国职业拳击运动员。一八八二年获得徒手拳击最重量级冠军。

[78]原文为爱尔兰语，是乔治・科尔门（1762一1836）所作歌谣名。描述一个年轻士兵与情人告别时的感伤。

[79]帕拉切尔苏斯（1493一1541），医生、炼金师，促进了药物化学的发展，对现代医学作出贡献。出生于艾恩西德伦（今瑞士）。这个名字的含意是“ 赛过切尔苏斯”（1世纪罗马名医）。

[80]托马斯・利普顿爵土（1850一1931），爱尔兰裔英国商人，利普顿茶叶企业帝国的创始人。

[81]威廉・退尔（13世纪末一14世纪初），瑞士传奇英雄，是为政治和个人自由而斗争的象征。

[82]米开朗琪罗・海斯（1820一1877），爱尔兰插图作者和漫画家，后成为都柏林市市长。

[83]指司各特所著历史小说《拉默穆尔的新娘》（1819）中的女主人公露西・艾休顿。她是一个苏格兰领主的女儿。

[84]隐修士彼得（约1050一1115），又名阿缅斯的彼得，生于法国的苦行僧，为第一次十字军东征（1095一1099）的领导。

[85]打包商彼得是基尔费诺拉的彼得・奥布赖恩爵士（1842一1914）的绰号。先后任检察官和爱尔兰首席法官。他试图迫使陪审团采取亲英立场，因而得名。

[86]《黑发罗莎琳》为十六世纪一首作者不详的爱尔兰诗歌。女主人公罗莎琳是爱尔兰的象征。

[87]这里，在威廉・莎士比亚的姓名前面加上了爱尔兰的主保圣人帕特里克的名字，从而把莎士比亚爱尔兰化了。

[88]这里，在孔子前面加上了爱尔兰人常用的名字布赖恩，从而把中国的孔子也搬到爱尔兰去了。

[89]这里，把德国工匠和活字印刷术发明者约翰尼斯・谷登堡（约14世纪90年代一1468）的教名改为爱尔兰人通用的穆尔塔赫一名。

[90]这里，把西班牙画家迭戈・委拉斯开兹（1599一1660） 的名字爱尔兰化了。西班牙的帕特里西奥相当于爱尔兰的帕特里克。委拉斯开兹描绘出物象的意境，成为十九世纪法国印象主义的先驱之一。

[91]内莫船长是法国作家朱尔斯・凡尔纳（1828一1905）的科幻小说《海底两万里》（1870）的主人公。

[92]特里斯丹和绮瑟是盛行于中世纪凯尔特族间一传说中的男女主人公。绮瑟是个爱尔兰公主。在某些版本中，这对情侣死在都柏林西边的查佩利佐德村。

[93]英王爱德华一世（1239一1307）征服威尔士后， 处死威尔士的最后一个亲王，并于一三0一年把这一称号赐给了自己的儿子，即未来的爱德华二世（1284一1327）．从此，这就成了英国王储的专用称号。

[94]英国人托马斯・库克（1808一1892）及其子约翰・梅森・库克（1834一1899）为世界旅行社“托马斯・库克父子公司”的创办者。

[95]《勇敢的少年兵》是英国小说家塞缪尔・洛弗（1797一1868）所作的诗。

[96]原文为爱尔兰语。《爱吻者》是戴恩・鲍西考尔特（1822一1890）所写的剧本。

[97]迪克・特平，又名理查德・特平。他生于一七0六或一七一一年，一七九三年被处死刑。这个英国强盗因被写入传说和小说而闻名。

[98]原文为爱尔兰语。同名歌剧中的女主角，参看第六章注[24]。

[99]指蒂尤厄姆（爱尔兰戈尔韦郡一商业城镇）的大主教约翰・希利（1841-1918）。他走路摇摇摆摆，故名。

[100]神仆团是基督教的一个教团，九世纪至十四世纪之间，爱尔兰和苏格兰均有其隐修院。安格斯（死于820）以富于自我牺牲精神著称。

[101]多利丘是都柏林东北郊一村。西德尼散步场靠近都柏林湾，在沙丘以南。霍斯山是高耸于都柏林湾东北岬角的一座小山，参看第三章注[58]。

[102]瓦伦丁・格雷特雷克斯（1629一1683），爱尔兰医师，据说他能用按摩和催眠术治病。

[103]亚当与夏娃，参看第七章[250]。

[104]阿瑟・韦尔斯利（1769一1852）即威灵顿公爵。他生于都柏林，但在爱尔兰不受欢迎，因为他担任首相期间（1828一1830）曾对改革采取保守态度，并支持英国黩武主义。

[105]指理查・克罗克（1843一1922），生在爱尔兰的美国政治家。他成为坦曼尼协会（操纵纽约市政的民主党执行委员会的俗称）领袖。

[106]希罗多德（约公元前484一前425），古希腊历史学家。

[107]杰克是《杰克与豆茎》中的主人公。这个民间故事广泛流传于冰岛人和祖鲁人（非洲东南部班图族的一支）之间。

[108]乔答摩是佛教创始人佛陀（约纪元前563一前483）的姓。他原名悉达多，佛陀（或如来佛）是尊称。

[109]戈黛娃夫人（活动时期约1040一1080），盎格鲁撒克逊的贵妇，她丈夫是英国沃里克郡考文垂的领主，说要是她裸体骑马通过该市镇，就可减免当地的重税。她用长发遮盖全身，照办了。除了一个叫作汤姆的裁缝，全市无一偷看者，而汤姆立即瞎了眼。因此，“偷看的汤姆”便成了下流的偷看者的泛称。参看第八章注[130]。

[110]基拉尼的百合，参看第六章注[24]。

[111]恶毒眼巴洛尔是凯尔特传说中一巨人，他有一只能够使对方丧失战斗力的眼睛，只有打仗时才睁开。

[112]示巴女工，参看第九章注[312]。

[113]即约翰・乔基姆・阿基・内格尔，约・内格尔茶酒公司老板。

[114]即詹姆斯・约瑟夫・内格尔，阿基・内格尔的弟弟，也是同一公司的经营者。

[115]亚历山德罗・伏打（1745一1827），意大利物理学家，电池的发明者。至今电流的单位“伏特”，即为纪念他而命名的。

[116]杰里迈亚・奥多诺万・罗萨（约1831一1915），芬尼社领导者之一。后来流亡美国，参看第二章注[54]。

[117]堂菲利普・奥沙利文・比尔（约1590一1660），生在爱尔兰的西班牙士兵，后成为历史学家。所著有关伊丽莎白时代的战事的书，一六二一年在里斯本出版。

[118]“谨慎的家伙”指布卢姆。共济会规定，不许会员对外人作关于本会的“不谨慎”的谈话。

[119]布卢姆正经过迈昌教区，参看本章注[14]。

[120]指罗里・奥穆尔（活动时期为1641一1652），一六四一年起义的主要领导者，以勇敢而通情达理著称。

[121]亲王街的老大婆指《自由人报》，见第四章注[7]。该报虽主张爱尔兰自治，但立场温和。 要求彻底独立的民族主义者认为它是受到以地方自治为宗旨的爱尔兰议会党团津贴的。下文中的《爱尔兰独立日报》，见第七章注[60]。

[122]埃克塞特是英格兰德文郡的港口城市。下面“市民”诵读的是《爱尔兰独立日报》（1904年6月16日）上所载英国人名地名，读时略去一些爱尔兰人的姓名地址。

[123]斯托克维尔是伦敦的一区。

[124]斯托克・纽因顿是位于伦敦东北的自治城市。

[125]切普斯托是威尔士格特温特郡蒙茅斯区集镇和古要塞。

[126]褐色小子是阴茎的低俗俚语。

[127]班特里是墨菲的出生地，系爱尔兰科克郡班特里湾头附近的城镇。马丁

[128]“感……里啦”，这句话模仿当时流行的饮酒歌《为咱们四个，再喝上一杯》中“荣归天主，咱们一个也不剩了”之句。

[129]“不许出声！”原文为爱尔兰语。

[130]那一天（1904年6月16日），蒙乔伊监狱关着一个因打死了妻子、经过初审被判绞型的犯人，当年八月复审，九月执行绞刑。

[131]特里是特伦斯的昵称。

[132]邦是俚语，指斟掺水烈酒者。邦吉维和邦加耿朗指酿酒商本杰明・吉尼斯和亚瑟・吉尼斯。他们虽非双胞胎，却是同胞弟兄，见第五章注[44]、[45]。

[133]据希腊神话，主神宙斯曾化作一只天鹅来接近勒达，使她产下两只蛋。从而生出了两对双胞胎：卡斯托耳（男）和克吕泰涅斯特拉（女），波吕丢刻斯（男）和海伦（女）。

[134]蛇麻子能够使啤酒略带苦味。

[135]“熟习的风俗”一语出自《哈姆莱特》第1幕第4场中王子对霍拉旭所说的话。

[136]这是亨利八世（1509一1547在位）及爱德华六世（1547一1553在位）时代发行的一种硬币，上镌当时国王的胸像。起初币值为十便士，后来降至六便士。此处指一便士。

[137]维多利亚女王（1837一1901在位）属汉诺威王室。母亲是德意志布伦维克公国的公主。

[138]“从日……地”一语出自《诗篇》第50篇第1节：“从日出到日落之地都发出呼唤”。参看第二章注[48]。这里指大英帝国属地遍全球。

[139]威利（威廉的爱称）・默雷是乔伊斯的舅舅，参看第三章注[32]。乔伊斯在小说中以他为原型塑造了里奇・古尔丁这个人物，这里又用他的真名实姓写成另一个人。

[140]“跟枪柄一样千真万确”一语出自约翰・拜罗姆（1691一1763）《致友人函》，后即成为谚语。

[141]“横……埋掉了”，这句俏皮话出典于斯威夫特（见第三章注[44]）的《文雅绝妙的对话全集》（1738）。原书中一个人物对某人是否已死提出疑问。斯帕基施勋爵回答说：“是啊，除非他不幸被冤枉了；因为他们已把他埋掉了。”

[142]密宗经咒即论述印度教、佛教和耆那教某些派别中的神秘修炼的经文。

[143]吉瓦是印度教用语，指灵魂的活力。按照通灵学的说法，人是由虚灵体与实密体结合而成。人死后虚灵体不马上消灭，却反复投生，轮回不已。

[144]劫末，原文为通灵学梵文术语。指人死后灵魂将息期。

[145]“模糊……影像”一语出自《新约・哥林多前书》第13章第12节。

[146]“我”（音译为“阿特曼”）是印度哲学中最基本的概念之一，指人本身的永恒核心。它在人死后继续存在，并且转移到一个新生命中去。

[147]这里把英语的电话、电梯、冷与热、抽水马桶拼成梵语样子，以嘲讽通神学家对使用梵文的癖好。

[148]摩耶是印度斯坦语，音译摩河摩耶之略，意即“大幻”或“幻”。

[149]原文作Mars，是双关语。意译是火星，呈红色，古罗马人把这颗太阳系九大行星之一称为战神玛尔斯。

[150]原文作Jupiter，是双关语。意译是木星，太阳系九大行星中最大的一颗。古罗马人把它叫作主神朱庇特。

[151]白羊宫状似一只公羊。是原先位于白羊座的一颗星星，故名。由于岁差，现已移到双鱼座。

[152]科尼是科尼利厄斯的昵称。

[153]加盖在住房外面的突出来的屋子。在后文中，迪格纳穆的妻子穿上了这双靴子。见第十五章注[721]及有关正文。

[154]据杰弗里・基廷（约1580一约1644）所著《爱尔兰历史》（约1629），邦芭是亚当和夏娃之子该隐的大女儿。她和两个妹妹（爱琳和福撒）是爱尔兰最早的居民。邦芭又是神话中的王后，跟爱琳一样，成为爱尔兰的诗意称呼。

[155]“泪……眼边”，这里把托马斯・穆尔的诗的题目做了改动。参看本章注[48]。

[156]鲍勃・多兰向波莉・穆尼求婚的故事见《都柏林人・寄寓》。

[157]当时都柏林邮政总局有个姓麦基奥的人。

[158]据艾尔曼的《詹姆斯・乔伊斯》（第427、440、441页），乔・甘恩是苏黎世英国领事馆一名官员。他曾得罪过乔伊斯，大概是出于报复，乔伊斯便给这个绞刑犯起了此名。

[159]有个姓比林顿的英国绞刑吏，曾在一八九九年一周之内接连绞死三名爱尔兰罪犯。

[160]托德・史密斯是乔・甘恩（见本章注[158]）的同事。

[161]据艾尔曼的《詹姆斯・乔伊斯》（第458页），一九一八年任英国驻瑞士公使的霍勒斯・朗博尔德爵士也开罪了乔伊斯。因而他在这里又为这个写信的绞刑吏起了此名。

[162]理发师原先也兼任外科医生和牙医。一四六一年成立理发师外科医生行会，直到一七一五年这两个行业才分开。理发师（barber）、残暴（barbarous)和野蛮人（barbarian）这三个单词，在英文中读音相近。

[163]黑乡位于英国伯明翰市以西米德兰地区的南斯塔福德郡工矿区，因工业污染严重而得名。

[164]意思是说，每绞死一个人，可以把绞索一截一截地卖掉。第十五章注[908]及有关正文有更详细的说明。

[165]厄瑞勃斯是希腊神话中人世与地狱之间的黑暗区域。

[166]乔・布雷迪，于一八八三年五月十四日在基尔门哈姆被绞死，参看第七章注[139]。

[167]“占……的”一语出自英国诗人亚历山大・蒲柏（1688一1744）的《道德小品文》书信体诗文第1篇。

[168]指利奥波德・布卢姆。卢伊特波尔德是德文中对利奥波德的老式称谓。布卢门达夫特是德文“花香”的音译。

[169]“在……间”和前文中的“海绵体”，原文均为拉丁文。

[170]“按照……现象”，这一段文字系模仿医学月刊上所载医学会会议报告的文体。

[171]激进分子指芬尼社，其中包括杰里边亚・奥多诺万・罗萨，参看本章注[116]。

[172]指一八六七年的芬尼社起义。参看第三章注[130]。

[173]指一七九八年沃尔夫・托恩领导的爱尔兰抗英革命。参看第十章注[85]。典出自《纪念死者》一诗，见第十章注[145]。

[174]“荒唐！”参看本章注[42]。

[175]指亨利・希尔斯（1755一1798）和约翰・希尔斯（1766一1798）。这对弟兄都是爱尔兰人联合会的成员，曾参加一七九八年的抗英革命。因有人告密被捕，偕手同赴刑场。

[176]沃尔夫・托恩是在阿伯山上的老普罗沃斯特・马歇尔监狱自杀的，离巴尼・基尔南酒吧不远。

[177]罗伯特・埃米特，见第六章注[186]。

[178]“为国捐躯”和“她远离故土”均出自汤米（托马斯的昵称）・穆尔的《她远离故土》（见《爱尔兰歌曲集》，参看第八章注[114]），该诗描写埃米特牺牲后，他的未婚妻萨拉・柯伦对他的怀念。

[179]老太婆指赖尔登太大。这个人物曾经出现在《艺术家年轻时的写照》第1章中，名叫丹特。

[180]令人丢脸，原文为爱尔兰语。

[181]比齐克是由二人或四人玩六十四张牌的一种纸牌戏。以赢墩数多寡计胜负。

[182]《纪念死者》，参看第十章注[145]。

[183]、[184]原文为爱尔兰语。参看第一章注[34]。蒂莫西・丹尼尔・沙利文的《西方苏醒了》一诗的末行引用了这两句话。

[183]、[184]原文为爱尔兰语。参看第一章注[34]。蒂莫西・丹尼尔・沙利文的《西方苏醒了》一诗的末行引用了这两句话。

[185]“我们……对面”之句，套用托马斯・穆尔的《奴隶在哪里？》（见《爱尔兰歌曲集》），只是把原词中的“我们经过考验的朋友”改成“我们所爱的朋友”。

[186]从“最后的诀别”到“我的旧酿酒桶”（见本章注[232]）为止，系模仿美国作家华盛顿・欧文（1783一1859）的《一颗破碎的心》（见《见闻札记》）的文体。罗伯特・埃米特是在公众面前被野蛮地绞死后又斩首的。 作者对此事做了虚构和艺术夸张。

[187]斯佩兰扎是奥斯卡・王尔德的母亲、 爱尔兰民族主义女诗人珍妮・弗兰西斯卡（1826一1896）的笔名。她有一首悼念被残杀的希尔斯弟兄的诗作：《哥儿俩：亨利与约翰・希尔斯》，充满悲愤之情，见本章注[175]。

[188]指利内翰和穆利根。

[189]《拉里被处绞刑的前夕》是流行于十八世纪的一首爱尔兰歌谣。从拉里被处绞刑前伙伴们探望他，一直写到他被埋葬。

[190]绿宝石岛是爱尔兰的雅称。

[191]原文为意大利语。巴奇巴奇（Bacibaci）是 “亲吻，亲吻”的变形。贝尼诺（benino）是“很好”，贝诺内（benone）是“非常好”的音译。以下人名都是把各国语汇诙谐地拼凑而成的。

[192]原文为法语。

[193]原文为法语。皮埃尔保罗是把常见的两个法国男人的名字拼在一起而成。佩蒂特是Petit（小）的音译。

[194]乌拉基米尔是俄国男人常见的名字。彼克特汉克切夫是把两个英文同“衣袋”（Pocket)和“手绢”（handkerchief）略加改动，拼在一起，冒充俄国姓。

[195]原文为德语。莱奥波尔德和鲁道尔夫是德国男人常见的名字。其复姓由几个德文词拼凑而成。意思是：阴茎入浴-精巢谷居民

[196]原文为匈牙利语。意思是：母牛伯爵夫人・某人之花。普特拉佩斯蒂小姐。“普特拉佩斯蒂”与布达佩斯发音相近。

[197]原文为当代希腊语。意思是：不朽・糖果摊贩伯爵。

[198]阿里巴巴是《一千零一夜・阿里巴巴和四十大盗的故事》中的主人公。贝克西西是贿赂，拉哈特・洛库姆是阿拉伯一土耳其语，意思是尊贵的、辉煌的。埃芬迪（effendi）是士耳其语，是政府官员的尊称，意思是阁下、先生，一九三五年废止。在地中海东部各国，此词指权贵或学者。

[199]原文为西班牙语，意思是：骑士阁下大人皮卡笛罗先生以及疟疾的灾难时刻福音与《天主经》。

[200]赫克波克（Hokpoko）是赫克斯波克斯（hocuspocus，变戏法者为转移观众注意力所用的咒语）的变形。Harakiri是日语“腹切”（意思是“剖腹”） 的音译。这里把日本武士的剖腹自杀当作魔术表演。

[201]这里把李鸿章（1823一1901）的姓改成了发音相近的席。

[202]奥拉夫是北欧各国常见的男子名。克贝尔克德尔森（Kobberkeddelsen）是把挪威语“铜壶儿子”改为姓氏。

[203]“先生”的原文为荷兰语（Mynheer）。“范”（van）一词夹在荷兰人姓名中表示出生地，相当于英语的“of”，意即“的”。特里克（Trik）和特龙普斯（Trumps）是把英文的trick（把戏）和trumps（老实人的复数）改变得像是荷兰人的姓名。

[204]潘（Pan）是波兰语中对男子的尊称。波尔阿克斯是把英语的战斧（poleaxe）改成波兰式的名字。（英语Polack一词，是对波兰血统者的蔑称）。帕迪利斯基（Paddyrisky）是波兰的姓帕岱莱夫斯基（Paderewski）的变形。 Paddy一词，大写就是对爱尔兰人的俗称，小写则指水稻。与之相连的ris是法语的“米”，前面的Pan一词，又与法语“面包”（Pain）发音相近。

[205]古斯庞德与俄语郭斯彼今（意思是先生）发音相近。紧接着的名字也与俄国名字相仿。

[206]勃鲁斯与戈东诺夫（约1551一1605）的名字勃利斯发音相近。此人原为沙皇费多尔一世的主要谋士，费多尔死后，即位为沙皇。

[207]这个长名字由两个德语单词：赫尔豪斯（Hurenhaus-妓院，省略了“en”）、迪莱克托尔（Direktor-经理），以及英语单词普莱西登特（president=总统）拼凑而成。丘赤里-斯托伊尔里是德裔瑞士人的姓。“先生”的原文为德语。

[208]这个长名中，译成中文的部分，原文为英文。无薪俸讲师指德国等的大学中，不支薪俸，仅以学生的学费为报酬的讲师。以下几个词均为德语：克里格（Krieg=战争）、弗里德（Fried是Friede＝和平的变形）、于贝尔（Ueber＝全面的）、阿尔杰曼（allgemein=普遍的）。

[209]指圣帕特里克。

[210]澳大利亚土著居民使用的一种扔出后能飞回的飞镖。

[211]这是格斗用的武器，将铜片套在四指关节上，握拳时铜片向外。

[212]布特尔斯唐是距都柏林中心区东南四英里处的村子。

[213]关于圣帕特里克的生日究竟是三月八日还是九日，塞缪尔・洛弗在 《圣帕特里克的诞生》一诗中写道：一位马尔卡希神父建议说，与其为八或九闹分裂，不如合并。于是八加九得出十六这个数字。

[214]这里是夸张的说法。在都柏林，警察的标准身高是五英尺九以上。

[215]律师，原文是意大利语。帕格米米是把意大利作曲家尼克洛・帕格尼尼（1787一1840）的姓改得诙谐了，mimi（米米）的拼法近似意大利语mimo（滑稽演员）。

[216]暗指爱尔兰有三十二个郡。

[217]原文为作者杜撰的（拉丁文）学名。

[218]霍赫是德语hoch、邦在是日语八）寸1的音译。意思均为万岁。艾尔珍是匈牙利语eljen，吉维奥是塞尔维亚-克罗地亚语zivio的音译， 意思分别为祝他长寿和祝你长寿。钦钦是洋径滨英语chinchin的音译，意为我向你致敬。波拉・克罗尼亚是现代希腊语pollakronia的音译，意即长寿。希普希普（hiphip）是美国人的集体喝采欢呼声，意译为嗨，嗨。维沃是法语vive的音译， 意思是万岁。安拉（Allah）是阿拉伯语，即伊斯兰教的真主。哎夫维瓦是意大利语evviva的音译，是欢呼声，意译为：“万岁！”或“好哇！”

[219]安吉莉卡・卡塔拉尼（1780一1845），意大利女高音声乐家。其音域以能够达到高出中央c三个八度著称（一般女高音的音域在两个八度以内）。 她的音域令人联想起童音歌手或阉歌手。

[220]尼科罗・加布里尼・林齐（1313一1354），古罗马护民官和改革家。一三四七年他领导了一场革命，成功地把贵族统治阶层赶下台，进行了政治改革。

[221]皮普是Pippi的音译，两个p字，令人联想到ParishPriest（教区神父）的首字。

[222]原文作pot，也作“罐”、“壶”解。

[223]约翰・朗德父子公司是十九世纪英国一家出名的钢刀器具制造厂。

[224]简称狗收容所。参看第六章注[16]。

[225]“高涨到极点”，原文为拉丁文。下文中的希拉，与埃米特的未婚妻萨拉发音相近，是爱尔兰的雅称。索伊玛斯・麦克马纳斯夫人（笔名艾斯纳。卡贝莉，1866一1902）写过《希拉，我心爱的》一诗， 其中描述人格化了的希拉怎样翘盼那“用忧患赢得的快乐”。

[226]克隆土耳克公园位于都柏林东郊二十二英里处。

[227]实际上萨拉・柯伦是一八0六年（罗伯特・埃米特死后3年）嫁给亨利・斯特金上尉（约1781一1814）的，他并不是牛津大学毕业生。

[228]这一图案是由一个骷髅和两根交叉的枯骨组成的，以象征死亡。

[229]阿尔比安是古时对英格兰的诗意的称呼。

[230]旧时英帝国军队中的印度土著兵，只要违抗命令，便一律被处以极刑。

[231]《悄然抹掉一滴泪》出自意大利歌剧作曲家盖塔诺・唐尼采蒂（1797一1848）所作喜歌剧《爱之甘露》（1832，编剧者为罗曼尼）第2幕第2场中的一段男高音咏叹调。

[232]利姆豪斯路是伦敦的贫民窟。模仿欧文的文体的段落，到“ 我的旧酿酒桶”为止，参看本章注[186]。

[233]全名为圣帕特里克反对飨宴联盟。成立于一九0二年，其宗旨是促进戒酒。

[234]“她……蕾”，出自塞缪尔・洛弗的《低靠背的车》一诗。

[235]佩带蓝缓带徽章是戒酒队队员的标志，该队系由被誉为“禁酒使徒”的爱尔兰天主教神父西奥博尔德・马修（1790一1856）在科克郡巴利胡利村所建立。

[236]金发少女，原文为爱尔兰语。参看第六章注[24]。

[237]丰富多彩的，原文为英语化了的爱尔兰语。

[238]“禁酒……爱尔兰”，是爱尔兰幽默家、新闻记者罗怕特・A・威尔逊（笔名巴尼・马格洛尼，1820一1875）提出来的口号。他还写过一批禁酒歌。

[239]“老母……调”指令人不愉快的曲调。在爱尔兰和苏格兰某些地区，则指用讲演来代替捐献。有一首苏格兰小调写道，一个吹笛手光吹曲子给母牛听，母牛说，你不如给我一把干草。下文中的“天国的向导”，指神父。

[240]原文为拉丁文。

[241]“数目众多”一语出自《马可福音》第5章第9节。

[242]欧文・加里是爱尔兰半传说中的伦斯特王，活动时期为公元三世纪。

[243]“可爱的小枝”是道格拉斯・海德的笔名，参看第三章注[169]。

[244]安东尼・拉夫特里（约1784一1834），双目失明的爱尔兰诗人。十九世纪末叶海德等人把他的作品从爱尔兰文译成英文。

[245]多纳尔・麦科康西丁（活动时期为19世纪中叶），爱尔兰诗人，盖尔文书法家。

[246]当时有些人试图模仿爱尔兰古典诗的格调来写英文诗。这首打油诗就是对这种尝试所作的讽刺。

[247]原文为意大利语。

[248]吉尔特拉普老爷爷是葛蒂・麦克道维尔（参看第十三章）的外祖父，参看本章注[33]。

[249]法人指行政区里那些有资格选举政府官员者。一九0三年，在都柏林市二十八万七千人中，他们占八万五千人。

[250]这里把迪格纳穆的债主布里奇曼，比作《威尼斯商人》中放高利贷的犹太人夏洛克。

[251]匈牙利皇家特许彩票，参看第八章注[64]。

[252]“披肩”是都柏林俚语，即指妓女。

[253]锔锔是俚语，指男人娶自己使之怀孕的女人，转义为“放规矩点儿”。

[254]原文为爱尔兰语。

[255]南南，指市政委员南尼蒂，参看第七章注[13]。

[256]威廉・菲尔德（生于1848），都柏林一餐馆老板，并兼爱尔兰牲畜商、牧场主协会主席。

[257]长发艾奥帕斯是出现在古罗马诗人维吉尔（公元前70一公元前19）的史诗《埃涅阿斯纪》第1卷末尾的诗人，他在狄多的宫殿里唱歌狂饮。

[258]英国成语“教老奶奶怎样嘬鸡蛋”，意指在长辈面前班门弄斧。这里改为“挤鸭奶”，意即不可能的事。后文中的放屁带（原文作fartingstrings） 是作者杜撰的词：fart是放屁意，指布卢姆的妻子由于太胖，需松开身上束的带子， 才放得出屁来。此词与farthingale（十六、七世纪妇女撑开裙子用的鲸骨衬箍）读音相近，故益增诙谐意味。

[259]母鸡，隐指情妇。

[260]指盖尔体育协会（见本章注[9]）。该协会曾于一九0四年六月十六日通过南尼蒂在议会上就警察署署长禁止在凤凰公园举行爱尔兰体育运动一事提出质讯。这里把日期推迟了一天。

[261]原文为爱尔兰语。爱尔兰军是个民族主义团体。

[262]括弧内是议员所代表的选区以及党派简称。 马尔提法纳姆为爱尔兰牧区一村庄，并未设选区。“民”为爱尔兰民族主义党简称。希利拉格是爱尔兰伦斯特省威克洛郡（设有郡议会）的一个村子。

[263]奥尔福斯暗指英国当时的首相阿瑟・詹姆斯・贝尔福（1848一1930）。他坚决反对爱尔兰自治运动，并由于残酷地镇压骚乱而得到“血腥的贝尔福”的诨名。塔莫尚特（Tamoshant）

[264]迈尔斯・乔治・奥赖利（生于1830）是旧秩序的台柱子。蒙特诺特位于科克市郊外。

[265]一八八七年九月，巴涅尔的一个同伴约翰・狄龙（1851一1927）准备在科克郡的米切尔斯镇发表演说。由于警察介人，引起一场骚乱，三个人被警察击毙，参看第九章注[75]。对于下院议员愤怒地提出的质询，当时任爱尔兰事务首席大臣的贝尔福，凭着警察当局草率发来的电报来证明镇压有理。英国自由党领袖威廉・埃瓦尔特・格莱斯顿（1809一1898）用“记住米切尔斯镇” 这一口号来激发反英情绪。在一九0四年，贝尔福是英国首相兼首席财政大臣。 这里针对英国禁运爱尔兰牧牛问题提出质询：英国对爱尔兰的经济制裁是否出自高压政治。

[266]此话意为对于预先没有得到通知的质询，他有权拒绝回答。

[267]邦库姆是美国北卡罗莱纳州一县。该县代表费利克斯・沃克曾在第十六届国会上说：“我为邦库姆发言。”从此，“邦库姆”成了“讨好选民的演说”一词的代用语。“独”为独立党简称。

[268]“要……射击”，参看第九章注[75]。

[269]他指迈克尔・丘萨克，参看本章注[9]。詹姆斯・斯蒂芬斯，参看第二章注[54]。

[270]“不值得一提”，原文为爱尔兰语。

[271]《重建国家》是托马斯・奥斯本・戴维斯的一首爱国诗篇的题目，参看本章注[276]。

[272]——[274）原文为爱尔兰语。

[272]——[274）原文为爱尔兰语。

[272]——[274）原文为爱尔兰语。

[275]芬恩・麦库尔（约死于284），爱尔兰半神话的骑士头目，为芬尼社所崇拜。

[276]托马斯・奥斯本・戴维斯（1814一1845），爱尔兰作家和政治家，青年爱尔兰运动的主要组织者。他的文章成为新芬党的经典之作。

[277]恩利科・卡鲁索（1873一1921）是意大利歌剧男高音歌唱家。把他和加里波第的姓连结在一起，遂有了爱国志士兼歌手的涵义，参看第八章注[137]。

[278]成廉・德拉尼教长为爱尔兰耶稣会教育家。杰拉尔德・莫洛伊主教（1834一1906），爱尔兰神学家、教育家。帕特里克・菲德利斯・卡瓦纳神父（1834一1916），爱尔兰诗人、历史学家。

[279]托马斯・沃特斯是布莱克的洛克施洗者圣约翰罗马天主教堂本堂神父。约翰・迈克尔・艾弗斯井非教区神父，而是都柏林圣保罗罗马天主教堂本堂神父。P・J・克利里是都柏林圣方济各教堂（俗称亚当与夏娃教堂）本堂神父。

[280]L・J・希基是都柏林布道兄弟会成员，圣救世主多明我修道院的教区代理主教。尼古拉斯教长为都柏林圣方济各托钵修道会、方济各托钵修院的教区代理主教。B・戈尔曼为都柏林赤脚加尔默罗会（又称圣衣会）的教区教长。加尔默罗会成立于十二世纪。十六世纪出现改革派，修士着草鞋，不穿袜。故有赤脚加尔默罗会之称，以别于老派。

[281]T・马尔为都柏林耶稣会圣方济各・沙勿略教会的神父。詹姆斯・墨菲为管辖耶稣会圣方济各・沙勿略教会的教长。约翰・莱弗里神父是都柏林西郊菲布斯勃拉夫圣彼得管辖区的传道会会员。

[282]威廉・多尔蒂是无原罪圣母玛丽亚主教教堂的本堂教长。主母会的彼得・费根神父常驻于都柏林天主教大学附属中学。T・布兰甘神父常驻于都柏林奥古斯丁隐修会教堂。

[283]J・弗莱文是无原罪圣母玛利亚主教教堂的本堂神父。马・A・哈克特是位于芬格拉斯（见第六章注[93]）的圣玛格丽特罗马天主教堂的教区神父。w・赫尔利是都柏林圣詹姆斯罗马天主教堂本堂神父。

[284]麦克马纳斯是都柏林圣凯瑟琳罗马天主教堂的教区司铎。当时无原罪圣母奉献会并没有姓斯莱特里的神父， 都柏林圣救世主教堂则有个叫J・D・斯莱特里的神父。迈・D・斯卡利是都柏林圣尼古拉斯罗马天主教堂的教区司铎。

[285]托・F・珀塞尔是都柏林布道兄弟会成员，圣救世主多明我修道院的神父。

[286]蒂莫西・戈尔曼是都柏林圣迈克尔与圣约翰罗马天主教堂蒙席（ 天主教神职职称，有主教的名分，却没有主教的权利）。约・弗拉纳根是无原罪圣母玛利亚主教教堂的本堂神父。

[287]P・费伊是都柏林P・A。父子牲畜贸易公司经理。托・奎克是都柏林一律师。

[288]拳赛，参看第八章注[220]。下文中的迈勒是基奥的姓。

[289]叛徒指威廉・基奥。他是十九世纪五十年代的天主教自卫运动的领导之一。后因接受爱尔兰副检察长职务，从而背叛了其支持者们。他的名字成为叛徒与腐败的同义语。

[290]希南和塞耶斯，参看第十章注[156]。

[291]昆斯伯里规则是在昆斯伯爵约翰・肖尔托・道格拉斯（1844-1900）的支持下，于一八六五年制定的标准拳击规则。

[292]-[295]珀西是贝内特的姓。文中次中量级军士长、炮手和军人均指贝内特・珀西。

[292]-[295]珀西是贝内特的姓。文中次中量级军士长、炮手和军人均指贝内特・珀西。

[292]-[295]珀西是贝内特的姓。文中次中量级军士长、炮手和军人均指贝内特・珀西。

[292]-[295]珀西是贝内特的姓。文中次中量级军士长、炮手和军人均指贝内特・珀西。

[296]红衣兵即指英国兵，因制服上衣为红色的而得名。

[297]埃布拉尼是埃布拉纳的变格，指都柏林，参看本章注[18]。

[298]据艾尔曼的《詹姆斯・乔伊斯》（第440页和452页），写本书第十二章时，乔伊斯正在打官司。一位叫乔治・韦茨坦的辩护律师触犯了他，他便给迈勒的助手起了这么个姓。

[299]贝洛港，参看第八章注[220]。桑特里，见本章注[36]。

[300]他，指博伊兰。

[301]“一颗……明星”，出自莎士比亚的《终成眷属》第1幕第1场中海丽娜的台词。

[302]“我对……我说”，出自吉尔伯特与沙利文合编的喜歌剧《艾欧朗斯，或贵族与美人》（1882）第1幕。

[303]“轻轻……苗子”一语出自珀西・弗伦奇所作歌曲《听苗手菲尔的舞会》。

[304]跟布尔人打仗，参看第八章注[121]。

[305]岛桥是利菲河南岸、都柏林西郊一地区。

[306]“怎……吗？”原文为爱尔兰语。

[307]卡尔普是希腊神话中的岩山名，在直布罗陀，长达两英里半。

[308]阿拉梅达诸园是靠近直布罗陀海峡的几座花园，周围栽有白杨树。

[309]指杰・杰・奥莫洛伊。

[310]指内德・伦巴德。

[311]这里指律师的名单。

[312]指都柏林学院街的斯塔布斯商业事务处所出版的《每周公报》。该报刊登负债不还者的姓名，还说明本机构的目的是保护银行家、商业家、贸易商等不至于在从事种种交易时上当。

[313]、[314]邓恩（Dunne）与“完了”（Done），在英文中读音相近。

[313]、[314]邓恩（Dunne）与“完了”（Done），在英文中读音相近。

[315]凡是在法庭上作证者必须举起右手宣誓：“请天主助我，因为我……实话。”这里把“天主”改为“吉米・约翰逊”。詹姆斯・约翰逊（活动时期1870-1900）是个苏格兰长老会教友，自封为“真理的使徒”，出版了一系列基督徒生活指南的书。

[316]、[317]原文为拉丁文。

[316]、[317]原文为拉丁文。

[318]邪魔附体，原文为英语化了的爱尔兰语。

[319]斯威尼是哑剧中的一个角色。他持着小胡子，在一家瓷器店里扮演滑稽的爱尔兰人的形象。

[320]萨默希尔是都柏林东北的区域。

[321]原文为意大利语。布利尼（Brini）是把布林（Breen）这个英文姓意大利化了。

[322]原文作eyetallyano，是作者杜撰的词。eye可作“盯着”解，tally可作“账目”解。此词语意双关，发音接近“意大利人”（Italian），而又含有“盯着帐目的人”之意。

[323]教皇庇护九世（1792-1878）于一八六0年任命拉摩里西尔（1806-1865）为教皇军的统率。这位被放逐到意大利的法国将军曾任阿尔及亚总督（1845），他叫教皇军穿上祖亚沃军服，故名。

[324]在一九0四年，莫斯街是一条满是低级公共住宅的破破烂烂的街道。

[325]霍尔是一家伦敦公司的经理。为了扩建厂房，他雇了一位建筑师。建筑师又雇萨德格罗夫去估计所需用料和款项。萨德格罗夫给七个营建业者发出他的估算。霍尔寄明信片给其中二人，说萨德格罗夫“完全估算错了”。尽管明信片上未写明他的名字，萨德格罗夫仍控告霍尔败坏了自己作为会计师的名誉。

[326]这是十八世纪中叶规定的应付给律师的谈话费。

[327]“加拿……案”，参看第七章注[71]。

[328]酒糟鼻联谊会是对犹太人的蔑称。

[329]乡巴佬，原文为英语化了的爱尔兰语。

[330]按犹太人宣誓时照例戴着帽子。

[331]弗雷德里克・福基纳爵士（1831-1908）为当时的都柏林市记录法官（参看第七章注[158]）。

[332]巴特桥，参看第七章注[141]。

[333]牛眼女神指朱诺（Juno），因其名字与六月（June）发音相近，所以这么说。从“牛眼女神月”至“犯罪分子”（见本章注[342]）这一大段， 系模仿审判记录与爱尔兰传说的文体。

[334]一九0四年五月二十九日（星期日）为二位一体节日。

[335]阿瑟・什考特尼（生于1852），爱尔兰高等法院助理法官（1904）。

[336]威廉・德雷南・安德鲁斯（1832-1924），爱尔兰高等法院法官（1904）。

[337]原文为拉丁文。

[338]这里把记录法官（见本章注[331]）福基纳（Falkiner）的姓改成与之发音相近的驯鹰者（Falconer）。

[339]布里恩法律是八世纪时用盖尔语写成的古爱尔兰法律。布里恩是个公断人或仲裁人，而不是近代意义上的法官。下文中的爱阿尔是爱尔兰的古称。

[340]古代以色列人有十二部族（见《旧约・民数记》第1章）。 这里把爱尔兰人也凑成十二部族，每个部族充当一名陪审员。（1）爱尔兰的主保圣人帕特里克。（2）休・马卡尼麦尔（572-598），爱尔兰传说中的古王。（s）欧文，二世纪的芒斯特王。（4）百战之康恩，参看本章注[50]。（5）奥斯卡，传说中的勇士莪相之子，见第九章注[219]。（6）弗格斯，参看第一章注[41]。（7）芬恩・麦库尔，参看本章注[275]。（8）德莫特・麦克默罗（？-1171），参看第二章注[80]。（9）科麦克，参看第八章注[196]。（10）圣凯文（？一618），爱尔兰基督教传教士，都柏林的主保圣人之一。（11）卡奥尔特・麦克罗南，传说中的武士和诗人，在五世纪后半叶与圣帕特里克谈过话。（12）莪相是芬恩・麦库尔之子。

[341]此语套用《诗篇》第93篇第2节：“上主啊，……从亘古你就存在。”

[342]模仿审判记录与爱尔兰传说的文字到此为止。参看本章注[333]。

[343]陌生人指英国入侵者，参看第九章注[20]。

[344]d妇指爱尔兰一小邦布雷夫尼的大公奥鲁尔克之妻，姘夫指另一小邦伦斯特的麦克默罗王。麦克默罗王与奥鲁尔克之妻姘居， 导致英国人入侵爱尔兰，参看第二章注[80]。

[345]这种判决书附带的条件是：六星期内无异议方能生效。

[346]指《国家警察时报》，是一八四六年在纽约创刊的周报。一八七九年爱尔兰移民理查德・凯尔・福克斯（死于1922）接手该报以来， 开始刊登社会丑闻和宣扬暴力的故事。

[347]这是狂欢节时玩的一种游戏，投掷小木环去套住桩子者，能获得奖品。

[348]这里套用当时一首流行歌曲的词句。写一个歌手的头发受到女友和威尔士亲王以及动物园的一头老猩猩的一致赞扬，他们异口同声他说：“瞧那头发。”

[349]索尔塞尔，见第十章注[169]。这里是小写，指厅堂。这段文字系模仿爱尔兰中世纪传奇的风格。

[350]盖尔族（凯尔特族的一支）是从西班牙北部移民到爱尔兰的，所以说一衣带水，参看第二章注[48]。

[351]撒克逊佬，原文为爱尔兰语。

[352]原文为法语。

[353]纳尔逊于一八0一年随帕克海军上将率舰队赴哥本哈根。 帕克担心他损失过重，发出信号令其撤退。他把已瞎了的有眼凑在望远镜上，说他看不见旗号，遂继续激战，重创丹麦舰队。

[354]阿瑟・格里菲思，参看第三章注[108]。他组织的新芬党的方针之一就是公布这样一条法律来在世界舆论的“法庭”上控诉英国。

[355]他们，指英国；syphilisation是杜撰的词，将梅毒（syphilis）与文明（civilisation）拼在一起，遂成为“梅毒文明”。

[356]、[358]原文为法语。

[357]“多少……知晓”一语出自托马斯・葛雷的《哀歌：写于乡下坟场》。

[356]、[358]原文为法语。

[359]木杯，原文为爱尔兰语，一种整木剜成的四角形酒杯。

[360]红手是爱尔兰古代省份阿尔斯特的标记。也是奥尼尔族的家徽图案。奥尔索普牌瓶装啤酒即以此图案作为商标。

[361]海洋的霸主，指英国在十九世纪末叶至二十世纪初叶对海军力量的夸耀。参看第一章注[93]。

[362]“丢掉”，参看第五章注[96]。

[363]名马“蚀”于一七六九年获胜后，马主人丹尼・凯利上尉曾说：“‘蚀’得了第一名，其余的全不在话下。”

[364]指英国运动家威廉・巴斯（生于1879）的坐骑“权杖”。它原是一匹小公马（并不是母马），获得第三名。

[365]指托马斯・伊夫林・伊尔斯（生于1880）。他的坐骑“馨香葡萄酒，，屈居第二名。

[366]原文为“takesthebiscuit”，直译为“拿了饼干”，作为俚语，含有，“让人失望”意。这里指由于“丢掉”获胜，使那些把赌注押在其他热门马身上的人们大失所望。

[367]这是根据哈姆莱特的名句“脆弱啊，你的名字就是女人”改的。参看《哈姆莱特》第1幕第2场。

[368]这是萨拉・凯瑟琳・马丁（1768-1826）的摇篮曲《老嬷嬷哈伯德》（约18t4）中的第一句，接下去是：“给她的老狗啊，拿块骨头。”

[369]这里套用《马太福音）第7章第3节中耶稣的训词。原话是：“你为什么只看见你弟兄眼中的木屑，却不管自己眼中的大梁呢？”下文中的胡说，原文为爱尔兰语。

[370]十九世纪中叶以来，因饥谨、移民等原因，爱尔兰人口由一八四一年的八一九万强减到一九0一年的四四六万弱（照原先的自然增长率，本应增加到1800万）。据统计，十九世纪有四百万爱尔兰人移居美国。这里把爱尔兰人比作以色列人。纪元前八世纪，由于遭受亚述侵略，以色列入原来的十二部族（参看本章注[340]）只剩下两个部族了。

[371]德西默斯・朱尼厄斯・尤维纳利斯（约60-约140），古罗马讽刺诗人。

[372]安特里姆是北爱尔兰东北部一郡。十七世纪后半叶以来，爱尔兰利默里克（都柏林西南120英里）的手织花边业很是发达。进入十九世纪后，在机织花边的竞争下，逐渐衰落。

[373]巴利布是都柏林中心区以北二英里处一小村。从附近的洞穴里曾发掘出古代爱尔兰生产的玻璃碎片。

[374]胡格诺，参看第五章注[89]。早在一六九三年，其难民便把织府绸的技术带到都柏林。生于里昂的法国技师约瑟夫・玛利・雅克（1752- 1834）在一八0一年左右所发明的雅克式织布机传进来后，都柏林所生产的府绸不但数量增加，质量也提高了。

[375]福克斯福特是爱尔兰梅奥郡一村。十九世纪在当地一家修道院的倡导下，办起手织花呢的制作。

[376]新罗斯是韦克斯福德郡的一村。这里的加尔默罗隐修院保存着几件古代象牙针绣，并小规模地进行仿造。

[377]人类公敌指英国。赫刺克勒斯的两根柱子指直布罗陀海峡东北侧的两座f岩。直布罗陀即建立在其中连结半岛的一座上。

[378]推罗紫是一种颜料，产于黎巴嫩沿海提尔镇（《圣经》中译为提罗），今名苏尔。

[379]科尼利厄斯・塔西陀（约56-约120），罗马帝国高级官员。他在历史著作《阿格里科拉传》（公元98）中提到英国和爱尔兰的宗教活动没什么差别。

[380]托勒密（活动时期公元2世纪），天文学家、地理学家和数学家。其主要研究成果是在埃及亚历山大城完成的。他根据腓尼基人提供的资料， 对爱尔兰做了相当准确的描述。

[381]吉拉德斯・卡姆布伦希斯（1146-1220），威尔士历史学家，留下了两部关于爱尔兰的著作。

[382]康尼马拉是爱尔兰戈尔韦郡的一个地区。这里产的大理石通常用来做装饰品。

[383]蒂珀雷里是爱尔兰芒斯特省一郡。自十七世纪起，这里的银矿开采量很大。进入十九世纪后，由于世界性的竞争，遂一蹶不振。

[384]一五五三年西班牙国王腓力二世（1556-1598在位） 与爱尔兰达成二十一年的协议，在每年付爱尔兰国库一千英镑的条件下，获得爱尔兰领海的捕鱼权。

[385]巴罗河是爱尔兰中部河流。香农河是爱尔兰最长的河。干流流经中央低地，沿岸多水草地和沼泽。

[386]黑尔戈兰是德国石勒苏益格一荷尔斯泰国因州的岛屿，遍布港口、船坞、造船设施、地下防御工事和海岸炮台等。

[387]卡斯尔顿勋爵报告书是一九0八年四月提交议会的，同时在都柏林出版，内容涉及爱尔兰的树林频于毁灭以及植树造林问题。这里把日期移前了四年。

[388]戈尔韦是受尔兰康诺特省一郡，q是爱尔兰七种首领树（区别于普通树）之一。

[389]爱利是爱尔兰语，爱尔兰共和国的旧称。《为了爱利那秀丽山丘，啊》，是多诺・麦康-马拉（1738-1814）用爱尔兰文写的一首歌曲，由詹姆斯・克拉伦斯・曼根译成英文。

[390]原文为法语。自“今天下午”至“幽静的蜜月”（见本章注[419]）。这一大段，模仿报纸上对重要社会新闻的报道。从树木的罗列可看出作者在这里受了斯宾塞的《仙后》第1章的影响。

[391]爱尔兰国民林务员标榜为非官方团体，富于天主教与民族主义色彩。在一九0四年，由约瑟夫・哈钦森担任总书记，参看第十章注[184]。琼・怀斯。德诺兰是把约翰・怀斯・诺兰的名字法国化了，旨在模仿斯宾塞的骑士传奇文体。

[392]原文作FirConifer.Fir是冷杉，conifer是针叶树。本段的夫人、小姐的姓名大多用树名或与树木有关的词构成。兹采取音译、意泽结合的办法。

[393]西尔威斯特（Sylvester）是法国名字。法语中，sylvedtre作“长在森林中”解，发音相近。只是语尾略有变化。

[394]原名Poll（波尔）含有剪修意，是为了防止q树的枝叶长得过密。

[395]冬青・榛眼太太，在“花的语言”中，冬青意味着远见，所以在这位太大的姓（榛）上加了个“眼”字。参看第五章注[37]。

[396]在“花的语言”中，山q意味着谨慎。Greene（格林）则与green（绿）发音相近。

[397]原文作Vinegadding，是由vine（藤）和gadding（蔓生）二词组成的复合词。

[398]原文作VirginiaCreePer,系将virginia-creeper（五叶地锦）这个复合词拆开来，首字改为大写，就成了女子的姓名。

[399]Glady含有“像是沼泽地”之意。gladys又与Gladden（带来快乐）发音相近。作者很可能借此机会来感谢最早出版《尤利西斯》的西尔薇亚・毕奇，参看第九章注[396]。Beech（毕奇）的小写，作“掬”解。在“花的语言”中，“掬”象征繁荣。

[400]原文为法语。白枫是高级家具用料。

[401]常春花象征爱情。接骨木花意味着嫉妒。

[402]此名使人联想到艾伯特・H・菲茨与威廉・H・佩恩所作《忍冬与蜜蜂）（1901）一歌。在“花的语言”中，忍冬象征爱情的纽带，温柔的性格。

[403]含羞草小姐是《艺妓）的中心人物之一，参看第六章注[62]。

[404]雪松叶象征着“我为你而活着”。

[405]莉莲（Lilian)源于象征纯洁的百合花（lily)。薇奥拉（viola）源于象征忠诚的紫罗兰（violet）。丁香花象征天真烂漫。

[406]原文作Aspenall，系由aspen（白杨属；也指像白杨树叶般飕飕地颤抖）与all（所有的）组成的复合同。

[407]原文作KjttyDewey-Mosses.kitty与kittul（东印度的棕榈）发音相近。Dewey与dewy（带露水的）发音相近。Mosses与moss(苔）发音相近。苔象征母爱。

[408]在爱尔兰，山楂于五月开花，它象征希望。五月（May）亦可作女性的名字。

[409]格罗丽亚娜是斯宾塞的《仙后》中“最伟大光荣的王后”（见原诗第1章）。原文作GlorianaPa1me。Gloriana源于拉丁文gloria（赞颂光荣）。Palme与palm（棕榈枝）谐音。在古代，棕榈枝被视为胜利和光荣的标志。

[410]原文作Liana Forrest.Liana的意思是藤本植物。Forrest与forest（森林）谐音。

[411]原文作Arabella，与arabesque（蔓藤花纹）发音相近。

[412]奥克霍姆・里吉斯（Oakholm Regis）是个杜撰的地名。 Oak是栎树，holm作为古字，指圣栎（holmoak）。Regis是拉丁文，意思是王。诺马是贝利尼的歌剧《诺马》（1831）中的女祭司。

[413]原文作山。M’Conifer of the Glands。gland（格兰）是个古字， 意为栎子。爱尔兰历史上，只有数人被赋予过of the Glands(格兰的）这一称号。其中的一个是红发休・奥唐奈，见本章注[55]。

[414]原文为法语。

[415]“先生”，原文为葡萄牙语。葡萄牙姓名恩里克。弗洛相当于英国的亨利・弗劳尔（布卢姆所用的化名），参看第四章注[3]。

[416]《伐木者，莫砍那棵树》是美国乔治・莫里斯和亨利。拉塞尔所作的通俗歌曲。

[417]天主教徒举行婚礼时如能收到一封教皇祝福他们的信，便表示新人的社会地位显赫。

[418]“庭园内的”，原文为拉丁文。爱尔兰南部沙岸上的基尔菲拉有一座圣菲亚克的隐修院，参看第三章注[87]。

[419]模仿新闻报道的文体，到此为止。参看本章注[390]。在《仙后》中，红十字骑士和乌娜也曾到树林里去逗留。

[420]佛兰芒人是近代比利时的两个文化语言集团之一， 比利时荷兰语一般称作佛兰芒语。诺曼人（北欧维金人的一支）征服英格兰（1066）以及英格兰人和诺曼人联合入侵爱尔兰（起始于1169）之前， 七、八世纪以来爱尔兰和欧洲大陆之间的贸易相当发达。

[421]戈尔韦见第二章注[67]。葡萄紫的大海，见第一章注[13]。

[422]王后镇，参看第十一章注[198]。金塞尔是科克郡的商业城镇和海港。黑草地湾在梅奥郡，距戈尔韦湾六十五英里。 文特里港在爱尔兰凯里郡丁格尔湾北岸。

[423]基利贝格斯是爱尔兰西北多尼戈尔郡一海港。它从来也不是世界第三大港。这里，通过夸张表现出人物的自我膨胀。

[424]德斯蒙德是爱尔兰古代一地区，大致为现凯里和利克二郡的领域。詹姆斯・菲茨莫利斯・菲茨杰拉德是第十代德斯蒙德伯爵。他的势力大到敢于违抗英国国王亨利八世。为了签订同盟条约来对抗英国，一五二九年曾和神圣罗马帝国皇帝查理五世（1519-1556在位）进行谈判。但他当年即死去，故未达成协议。

[425」林奇家是戈尔韦郡最有影响的家族。教皇英诺森八世（1484-1492在位）曾任他们为戈尔韦天主教会的教区委员。奥赖利家是卡文郡望族，夸耀自己是米列修斯的第二个儿子赫里蒙的后裔，参看本章注［427］。奥肯尼迪家夸耀自己是布赖恩・勃罗马之侄子的后裔。勃罗马也姓肯尼迪，做过都柏林王（1002-1014在位），参看第六章注（82）。

[426]亨利八世将蓝地金竖琴图案嵌入英国王室纹章，以表示他君临爱尔兰。

[427]在古代爱尔兰，芒斯特省分为德斯蒙德（芒斯特南部）和索门德（芒斯特北部）。据类传说，最后入侵爱尔兰的是西班牙的米列修斯的三个儿子（埃贝尔、赫里蒙、伊斯）所率领的米列西亚族。其旗帜是“蓝地上三个王冠”，因而是“爱尔兰船上挂过的最古老的旗帜”。米列西亚族遂被视为爱尔兰王族的祖先。

[428]原文是英语化了的爱尔兰语。

[429]这是句谚语。制革厂的猫以吹牛和无能出名，因为那里不缺啃啮的东西。

[430]“康诺……长”这句爱尔兰谚语的意思是说，母牛离得越远，牛离得越远，它的犄角越长（指名声）。康诺特在爱尔兰尽西边。

[431]沙那戈尔登是利默里克郡一教区，设有邮局。

[432]在为土地改革而进行的斗争中，有些人把被退租佃户所腾出来的房屋和租地强占了去，以迫使地主让步。

[433]在一九0四年，摩莉・马奎斯是爱尔兰恐怖主义者的通称。 这个团体是一六四一年利尼利厄斯・马奎斯为了帮助民众起义而组织的，由于成员们男扮女装，故叫作摩莉。

[434]这支队伍的前身是一七四五年组织起来的，每年只训练两周。由于在布尔战争中有功，被授予此称号。在爱尔兰人看来，英国是借这场战争征服了另一个自由民族。这里把“帝国义勇骑兵”当作酒的代名词，旨在讽刺这支非正规部队需要借酒来鼓舞士气。

[435]奥尔索普牌浓啤酒瓶上的商标是阿尔斯特的一双红手，象征着该古国类神话的英雄们。

[436]一九一九年九月二十八日，美国内布拉斯加州奥马哈发生了一起震惊全球的将黑人（他被控强奸白人少妇）“吊在树上开枪扫射后再加以焚烧”的事件，举世为之震惊。三十日的伦敦《泰晤士报》把州名误写成佐治亚。

[437]戴德伍德。迪克是专写惊险小说的爱德华・L・惠勒（约1854-约1885）的作品《戴德伍德・迪克，拦路王子》中的主人公。这个赌徒兼绿林好汉被描述为“一顶宽沿黑帽歪戴在他的眼睛上”。

[438]原文出自西班牙语，是对黑人的蔑称。

[439]“它……前进”，出自《穿深蓝色海军制服的小伙子》一歌。

[440]一九0四年，英国各报读者来函栏广泛开展对海军练习舰上施笞刑的讨论。萧伯纳在信中写道：“我对此感到厌恶。”该信刊登于伦敦《泰晤士报》（1904年6月14日）上。

[441]约翰・贝雷斯福德（1738-1805），曾任爱尔兰枢密官、爱尔兰税务局科员和局长。在一七九七至一七九八年的爱尔兰民族起义中，他坚决站在英国方面。他还创办了一所骑术学校， 对那些持不同意见的爱尔兰人任意进行鞭笞或施以其他酷刑。当时英国海军里， 有个生在爱尔兰的海军上将，叫作约翰・普・贝雷斯福德（1768-1844），并无鞭笞方面的劣迹。两相比较，前者更够得上“老恶棍”这”一称呼。

[442]“这种……些”，见《哈姆莱特》第1幕第4场中哈姆莱特对霍拉旭说的话。

[443]“一千声”，原文是英语化了的爱尔兰语。

[444]这里套用詹姆斯・汤姆森（1700-1748）作词、托马斯・阿恩（1710-1778）配曲的颂歌《统治吧，大不列颠》（1740）中的词句。原词是：“大不列颠人永远、永远、永远不做奴隶。”

[445]这里，“市民”指的是英国议会的上院。此言不确。实际上， 其议员不是清一色（因为少数议员是从英格兰和爱尔兰贵族中遴选的）世袭的，而普鲁士的上院包括大地主和市镇的代表，也采用世袭制或终身制。

[446]这里把“太阳是永远不落的”一语颠倒过来了。参看第二章注[48]。

[447]雅胡是斯威夫特的《格利佛游记》中的人形动物。他们是罪恶的化身，与胡乙姆（智马）形成对照，参看第三章注[45]。

[448]本段模仿《使徒信经》文体，参看第一章注[111]。文中用了不少双关语，如笞杖（rod)与上主（Lord）、夸耀（boast）与野兽（beast）发音相近。船梁末端（beamend）亦作“经济窘迫万分”解。

[449]这儿指爱尔兰。

[450]更大的爱尔兰，指美国，参看本章注[370]。十九世纪中叶以来，爱尔兰裔美国人不断地捐款训练起义者，以争取民族独立。

[451]因一八四五年土豆歉收而引起的饥馑，造成霍乱等传染病。在一八四七年达到高峰。

[452]地主或其代理人把佃户轰走后，往往毁掉他们的住房。 修马斯・麦克马纳斯在《爱尔兰种族的故事》（纽约，1967）中引用了伦敦《泰晤士报》的这样一段话：“他们正在离开！他们正在离开！爱尔兰人正怀着复仇心离开。很快地，爱尔兰的凯尔特人将会变得跟曼哈顿岛[纽约]上的红印第安人那样稀少。”

[453]比塞塔是旧硬币。一九三三年由库鲁（亦称里拉）所代替。

[454]美国律师、记者约翰・米切尔（1815-1875）说，一八四七年有一位船长曾在里约热内卢目击到一只船上满载爱尔兰麦子（据T.P.奥康内尔著 《格拉德斯通、巴涅尔和爱尔兰的伟大斗争》，第366页，费城，1886）。

[455]棺材船一词是十九世纪三十年代出现的，指那些肮脏狭窄、缺水和食品的船。时人认为与其说它是船，不如说更像是棺材。

[456]“自由国土”一语出自美国律师F.S.基所作的美国国歌《星条旗）（1814）。

[457]语出自《申命记》第5章第6节：“上主说：‘……我曾经领你从被奴役之地埃及出来，’”这里把爱尔兰人比作以色列人。

[458]葛拉纽爱尔是格蕾斯・奥马利（约1530－1600）的爱尔兰名字。她是西爱尔兰的女酋长和船长，据说曾培植当地的起义者达四十年之久。

[459]豁牙子凯思林是爱尔兰传统的象征之一，参看第九章注[20]。

[460]一七九八年秋约一千名法国人在爱尔兰梅奥郡的基拉拉登陆，起初得势。由于当年的爱尔兰起义已被击溃，这支远征军没有援军被迫投降。参看第一章注

[461]斯图尔特王室的末代国王詹姆斯二世，参看第三章注[68]。一六九0年，他在博因河被威廉三世击败。遂背叛了爱尔兰支持者，逃往欧洲大陆。

[462]帕特里克・萨斯菲尔德，参看本章注[54]。一六九一年十月三日，他领导下的爱尔兰部队与威廉三世的部队在利默里克的一块石头上写下条约。在萨斯菲尔德以及他的核心部队（11，000名）流亡法国的条件下， 英方决定在承认信仰天主 教等问题上对爱尔兰作出让步。然而在一六九五年，在英国的默许和同意下，爱尔兰（新教）议会公然撕毁了该条约。

[463]“野鹅”，参看第三章注[68]。当时流亡到法、西等国的爱尔兰人大都从了军。

[464]在法军为一方、同盟军（英、汉诺威、荷、奥）为另一方的丰特努瓦战役（1745）中，在法军中服役的爱尔兰旅，配合法国炮兵与骑兵，向英军右翼冲锋，迫使英国-汉诺威的步兵退却。

[465]帕特里克・萨斯菲尔德在法军中服役，战死于兰登之役（1693）。

[466]利奥彼德・奥唐奈（1809-1867）是博因河战役后流亡到西班牙的奥唐奈家族的后裔。一八五六至一八六六年间，三次任首相。在摩洛哥战争（1859-1860）中功绩显赫，获公爵称号。

[467]这里，诺兰把两个陆军元帅混淆了。（1）尤利西斯・马克西米连（1705-1757），爱尔兰流亡者的儿子，生于奥地利。一七五一年玛丽亚・特蕾莎（1717-1780，奥地利女大公、匈牙利女王、彼希米亚女王、神圣罗马帝国弗兰西斯一世的皇后）任命他为驻波希米亚奥军总司令。后在布拉格战役中阵亡。（2）布朗伯爵乔治（1698-1782），则生在爱尔兰利默里克的卡穆，后成为俄军陆军元帅，得到玛丽亚・特蕾莎和沙俄的叶卡捷琳娜二世（大帝）的宠信。

[468]泰・佩是托马斯・鲍尔・奥康纳的绰号，参看第七章注[22]。某些爱尔兰激进分子认为他创办的周刊《人物》有着浓厚的英国晚餐会气息。

[469]真诚的谅解，原文为法语。一九0四年四月，英美之间达成谅解，联合起来对付德、奥匈帝国和意大利的联盟。英国听任法国插手摩洛哥，法国对英国征服埃及置若罔闻。

[470]“打倒法国人！”原文为法语。

[471]汉诺威是神圣罗马帝国的选侯（选帝侯的领土、爵位），一八六六年成为普鲁士一省。乔治一世（1660-1727）既是汉诺威选侯（1698-1727），又是英国汉诺威王朝第一代国王（1714-1727在位）。老婊子和日耳曼小伙子，指维多亚女王及其丈夫阿尔伯特亲王，参看第六章[101]。维多利亚属于汉诺威王室，母亲是德国公主。阿尔伯特是维多利亚的大表兄，系萨克森-科堡-哥达亲王。

[472]马车夫，指女工的侍从斯科特・约翰・布朗（1826-1883）。在生活中，女王对此人十分倚赖。

[473]《莱茵河畔的埃伦》是美国人科布和威廉・哈钦森所作歌谣，写一个士兵与其情人诀别。

[474]《到酒价便宜的地方去》一歌系乔治・丹斯（死于1932）模仿斯蒂芬・福斯特的《到我心上人躺着做梦的地方去》而作。

[475]这是英法之间达成谅解之后，法国人对英王爱德华七世（1901-1910在位）的赞称。后者曾致力于改善与奥地利以及他的侄子、德皇威廉二世（1888-1918在位）的关系，参看第七章注[101]。

[476]爱德华七世的私生活不检点时有丑闻揭出。这里，梅毒用的是英语（pox)，而和平则用的是法语（pax），二词发音相近。圭尔夫是汉诺威王室的姓。韦亭是爱德华之父艾伯特亲王的姓。维多利亚结婚时，把圭尔夫这个姓去掉（第一次世界大战期间，韦亭被改成英国姓温莎）。

[477]梅努斯是爱尔兰基尔代尔郡一村庄，那里的圣帕特里克学院是不列颠诸岛上最大的天主教神学院，由爱尔兰红衣大主教和主教们领导。当乔治七世于一九o三年七月正式访问爱尔兰时，学院当局把饭厅用亲王骑装的颜色装饰起来，还点缀以他最喜爱的两匹坐骑的雕刻。

[478]维多利亚女王于一八四九年第一次正式访问都柏林时，曾把当时的威尔士亲王爱德华封为都柏林伯爵。

[479]“但愿你的影子永远不会淡下去”是爱尔兰人通常用的祝酒辞。

[480]红沙洲餐厅的牡蛎，参看第六章注[29]。

[481]《巴利莫特书》是一部古籍选集，约一三九一年由所罗门・奥德罗玛、马努斯・奥杜依盖楠等人在爱尔兰斯莱戈郡托马尔塔赤・麦克多诺格家中编选而成。

[482]四位大师指编著《爱尔兰王国编年史》（或《四大师编年史》1632-1636）的方济各会修士迈克尔・奥克勒里（1575-1643）、科奈尔・奥克勒里、库科伊克利切・奥克勒里和费尔菲萨・奥穆尔成里。

[483]凯里是爱尔兰西南部荒芜的一郡。卡朗突奥山位于该郡，是爱尔兰最高的山。

[484]山寨、土寨、日光间，原文均为爱尔兰语。

[485]这是纪念灾难的石堆，路人各自往上面添石头。据迷信，这样就能埋掉灾难。

[486]“巴米塞德时代”，套用生于爱尔兰的英国诗人詹姆斯・克拉伦斯・曼根（1803-1849）所作一首诗的题目。巴米塞德是八世纪的波斯显赫家族。

[487]二湖谷（音译为格伦达洛谷）在爱尔兰威克洛郡内。原有的教堂已化为废墟，只剩下十一、十二世纪建的一座叫作“圣凯文厨房”的小教堂。克朗麦克诺伊斯是爱尔兰香农河左岸早期基督教中心。现仍保存有七座古教堂的遗址。

[488]康大寺院在戈尔韦郡，最早建于六二四年，十九世纪重新修复。衣纳格峡谷是戈尔韦郡一条漫长的峡谷，一侧排列着十二座圆锥形小山。爱尔兰之眼是霍斯岬角以北一英里处一小岛，有一座七世纪小教堂的废墟。

[489]塔拉特的绿色丘陵位于都柏林西南方。克罗帕特里克山是爱尔兰梅奥郡的一座石英岩石山峰，顶上有座小教堂。据传公元五世纪圣帕特里克曾到过此山。

[490]吉尼斯公司酿酒厂在都柏林中心区西部，莉菲河以南。拉夫・尼格是不列颠群岛中最大的湖泊，位于爱尔兰东北部。奥沃卡峡谷在都柏林河以南，威克洛郡内，为几条河流汇合之处。

[491]伊索德之塔修建于中世纪，位于都柏林市中心区利菲河以南。一六七五年被毁，玛帕斯方尖塔修建于一七四一年，在基拉尼，位于都柏林东南九英里的岸上。

[492]这座医院建于一八0三年，坐落在都柏林大运河街上。经费悉由苏格兰-爱尔兰医生和政治家圣帕特里克・邓恩（1642-1713）的遗产中支付。

[493]克利尔岬角位于爱尔兰最南端。阿赫尔罗峡谷有八英里长、两英里宽，位于蒂珀雷里、科克两郡交界处。

[494]林奇的城堡在戈尔韦，是十六世纪初担任戈尔韦教区委员的詹姆斯・林奇的寓所，参看本章注[425]。苏格兰屋，见第八章注[80]。拉思唐联合贫民习艺所修建于一八四一年，在都柏林东南八英里半处。

[495]图拉莫尔监狱在爱尔兰中东部的艾伦沼泽区（位于利菲河和香农河之间）的图拉莫尔镇上。卡斯尔克尼尔瀑布在爱尔兰中部。香农河在此穿过无数岩礁，形成瀑布。

[496]原文为爱尔兰语。

[497]莫纳斯特尔勃衣斯位于都柏林西北三十五英里处，有教堂废墟和三座石制十字架。朱里饭店坐落于都柏林的学院草地。圣帕特里克的炼狱在爱尔兰多尼戈尔郡的圣徒岛上。据说圣帕特里克曾在这里的一个洞穴里目睹炼狱的幻景，后世（约自1150年起）成为信徒朝香之地。

[498]鲑鱼飞跃是利菲河莱克斯口的一座瀑布，距都柏林八英里。梅努斯学院饭厅，参看本章注[477]。柯利洞穴是多利蒙特（都柏林西北郊）的一个天然浴池。

[499]关于第一任威灵顿公爵在都柏林的诞生地，众说纷坛。现公认为以上梅里逊街二十四号最为可信。卡舍尔岩石高踞蒂珀雷里郡城镇中，山顶有古建筑遗迹。

[500]艾伦沼泽地爱尔兰中东部的泥炭沼泽，位于利菲河和香农河之间，沼泽区中有一座早期隐修院遗址。亨利街批发庄在都柏林亨利街和丹麦街上，批发服饰和缝纫用品。芬戈尔洞是苏格兰斯塔法岛西南岸的玄武岩洞。

[501]原文为moving，也作“移动的”解。

[502]在一九0四年，摩洛哥的犹太人依然被当地的穆斯林强制从事种种劳役，直到一九0七年才明文废止。

[503]《启示录》第21、22章有关于新耶路撒冷的描述。那是犹太人所向往的理想国。这里，“市民”是站在反犹太主义立场上问布卢姆是否支持犹太复国主义。

[504]引自《马太福音）第19章第19节中耶稣的话，下半句是：像爱自己一样。

[505]“抢光我的邻居”，原文为英语化了的爱尔兰语。这是两个孩子玩的纸牌游戏，把对方的牌全部夺到手者为胜。

[506]“好个”，原丈为英语化了的爱尔兰语。

[507]这里套用圣奥古斯丁（354-430）所著《忏悔录》第3卷中的话。奥古斯丁指的是在他发现天主是唯一和最终的爱情归宿之前，自己曾沉湎于肉欲。原话是：我思恋爱情，寻觅着所能爱的，爱慕爱情。

[508]这里把中国的《礼记》、汉朝、茶叶、蒲州凑在一起，变成两个人名。

[509]江勃和艾丽思分别为伦敦皇家动物园的公象和母象。当江勃于一八八二年离开该园时，艾丽思大吼，惊动了整个动物园。

[510]号筒，指过去半聋人用的号筒形助听器。

[511]本书第十四章中提到这个穿胶布雨衣的人的身世，参看该章注[38]及有关正文。《都柏林人・悲痛的往事》里的达菲就对一位已故的夫人缅怀不已。

[512]“伪善者”是十六世纪时天主教徒给清教徒起的外号。

[513]奥利弗・克伦威尔（1599-1658），英格兰军人和政治家，一六四九年在处死国王查理一世时，他是主要领导者。随后宣布在英伦三岛成立共和国， 爱尔兰人予以抵制。他猛攻德罗赫达（位于都柏林以北三十英里的海边） ，打死了至少二千八百名守备队（另有数千无辜妇孺被野蛮地屠杀），迫使爱尔兰臣服。

[514]《爱尔兰人联合报》，每逢星期四出版，参看第三章注[108]。当天（6月16日）确实刊登了一篇类似的讽刺文章，但内容不尽相同。

[515]原文作“Walk upon Eggs”，意思是“走在鸡蛋上”，与walk on airs（洋洋得意）发音相近。国王的侍从武官在盛大仪式上捧金杖。

[516]阿贝库塔是西尼日利亚一省。阿拉基是小国的首领，类似苏丹。他于一九0四年夏季确实访问了英国，但他不是祖鲁人（见第一章注[27]）。

[517]这个牧师的姓名是由两个反对天主教的人的姓名拼凑而成的。亚拿尼亚是《使徒行传》第23章第2节中的犹太人祭司，他曾吩咐侍从打使徒保罗的嘴巴。普列斯戛德・贝尔本（Praisegod Barebones），意译为“赞美上帝・瘦人”。英国历史上有个作普列斯戛德・巴本（约1596-1679）的传教士。克伦威尔组织新国会后，曾请他参加。因巴本（Barbon）一姓与“瘦人”（barebone）发音相近，世人遂戏称新国会为“瘦人国会”。信天主教的查理二世复辟后，他坚决反对，从而被关进伦敦塔。

[518]“先生”，原文“massa”是美国南方的黑人土话。

[519]按阿拉基访英时曾和爱德华七世谈及这部《圣经》。

[520]“爱杯”是有数个把手以便轮流饮的大酒杯。“黑与白”，原文作Black and white，有一种以此为商标的苏格兰威士忌酒。“威士忌”，原文为爱尔兰语。

[521]棉都是曼彻斯特的别称。

[522]此话含有贬意，指的是把《圣经》当作手纸用了。

[523]格里菲思确实写过“市民”朗读的这类讽刺文章。 起初用的笔名是尚戛纳霍（爱尔兰语，含有“恳谈”意），后来只用个首字“P”（可能是为了纪念巴涅尔）。参看第三章注[108]。

[524]罗杰・凯斯门特爵士（1864-1916），反抗英国统治的起义中的爱尔兰烈士。一八九五年至一九0四年，他历任英国驻葡属东非、安哥拉和刚果自由邦的领事。由于揭露白种商人在刚果对土著劳工的残酷剥削而博得国际声誉。 一九一四年他参加新芬党，同德国商洽获得军事援助事，未果，一九一六年被处决。

[525]卡菲尔是属于南非班图族的一支土著。当时爱尔兰有个叫作G・H・奇尔格温（1855-1922）的杂耍演员。表演时，将脸涂黑，眼睛周围画上一圈白色大钻石，自称白色卡菲尔。下文中利内翰劝阻莱昂斯一事，第十六章有续笔。

[526]这里指要去厕所。通常的说法是：再见吧，都柏林，我要到戈尔特去。戈尔特是爱尔兰西部斯菜戈附近一寒村。原意是表示农民在城市里呆不惯。

[527]威廉・斯莱特里在都柏林中心区所经营的酒吧。

[528]这个未说明姓名、身份的“我”一边解手一边发出噢、呜、哎呀、啊等呻吟声，暗示他患有淋病。杜鹃占其他鸟的窝下蛋，耶路撒冷社鹃是十九世纪出现的一种对犹太复国主义者的贬称。

[529]玛土撒拉是《圣经》中最长寿的人，活到九百六十九岁。见《创世记》第5章第27节。这里指布卢姆的父亲。

[530]布卢姆之父其实是服用过量的乌头（其侧根叫附子）而死，参看第十六章。

[531]通常说“兰蒂（或拉利）・麦克黑尔的狗”。爱尔兰作家查理・詹姆斯・利弗（1806-1872）在《拉利・麦克黑尔》一诗中描述了他那条与人十分亲昵的狗。

[532]城堡指都柏林堡。克罗夫顿这个人物曾出现在《都柏林人・纪念日，在委员会办公室》中。在一九0四年，他一面领着关税总局的津贴，一面担任都柏林郡议会秘书R・T・布莱克本的助手。

[533]从此段至“好个逗乐的骗子！”（见本章注[534]），作者嘲弄地模仿那些写于十九世纪末叶的中世纪传奇的文体。

[534]模仿传奇文体的段落，到此为止。参看本章注[533]。

[535]襁褓儿是爱尔兰天主教徒对美以美教派（以后推而至于一切新教徒）的蔑称。

[536]朱尼厄斯是一七六九至一七七二年间在伦敦《公共广告报》上刊登的一批弹劾信上所署的笔名。本世纪初，人们大都认为那是在都柏林的英国政治家菲利普・弗朗西斯爵士（1740-1818）所写。

[537]坎宁翰指的是阿瑟・格里菲思在《爱尔兰联合报》上连载（1904年1月至6月）的《匈牙利的复兴》。该书写匈牙利怎样摆脱奥地利的统治，争取民族独立，把这作为爱尔兰的典范。他误认为布卢姆是格里菲思的智囊。

[538]牙医布卢姆，参看第十章注[202]。

[539]维拉格是匈牙利语“花”的音译。

[540]圣者和贤人的岛屿，参看第三章注[55]。

[541]指犹太人总是盼待弥赛亚（救世主）的诞生。

[542]意思是说，生下的是能够做父亲的还是能够做母亲的，借以强调犹太人急于繁衍后代的心情。

[543]这是当时都柏林出售的一种供婴儿、病人、成长期儿童及老人吃的营养食品。

[544]原文为法语。

[545]这里把一则笑话中的“你猜疑那是谁呢？”改了一个字（“你”改为“他”），参看第九章注[331]。

[546]“披着羊皮的狼”，套用《马太福音，第7章第15节：“他们[假先知]来到你们面前，外表看来像绵羊，里面却是凶狠的豹狼。”亚哈随鲁是《旧约・以斯帖记》（第1-3章）中的波斯王，犹太女子以斯帖的丈夫。这里泛指流浪的犹太人。

[547]“约・詹”是都柏林酒厂约翰・詹姆森父子公司所酿造的一种爱尔兰威士忌。

[548]巴利金拉尔是爱尔兰唐郡一荒村，也有人说圣帕特里克就是在都柏林以南的范特利河口登陆的，见第五章注[50]。

[549]此句至“因基利斯督我等主”（见本章注[607]），戏谚地模仿天主教会中关于宗教庆祝活动的描述。

[550]斯波莱托是意大利翁布里亚区一城镇，本笃会隐修院（后成为欧洲主要经籍讲究的学术中心。）创办者圣本笃（约480-约547）生在该镇附近的努尔西亚。

[551]加尔都西会是一0八四年由科隆的布鲁诺创建的苦修会，参看第五章注[79]。卡马尔多利修会是一二一0年由圣罗穆埃尔在隐修院改革运动中成立于意大利阿雷德附近卡马尔多利的本笃会独立分支。

[552] 西多会是一0九八年由本笃会的罗伯特・德莫勒斯米等人在法国境内勃艮第地区第戎附近的西多建立的，故名。奥利维坦会是本笃会另一独立分支，一三一九年由乔万尼・德托罗梅（1272-1348）建立于意大利的奥利维托山。

[553]奥拉托利会是一五七五年由圣菲力普・内里（1515-1595）创立于罗马的在俗司铎修会。瓦隆布罗萨修会是由圣约翰・瓜尔维特（985-1073）于 一0五六年左右在意大利佛罗伦萨附近的瓦隆布罗萨镇建立的。

[554]奥古斯丁隐修会是中世纪四大托钵修会之一，遵循圣奥古斯丁（354-430）所制订的规章。布里吉特女修会，又称至圣救主会，于一三四六年由瑞典修女圣布里吉特（1303-1373）创立。

[555]普雷蒙特雷修会，俗称白衣修士会，是一一二0 年圣诺贝特（约生于1080）会同十三名同道在法国境内普雷蒙特雷创立的隐修院。圣仆会是天主教托钵修会之一。一二三三年由佛罗伦萨七名布商所创始。特别提倡崇奉圣母玛利亚， 并附设有女修会。

[556] 圣三一赎奴会是一一九八年由马都的圣约翰成立于法兰西的天主教修会，旨在赎救近东、北非一带被俘虏为奴的基督教徒。“彼得・诺拉斯科的孩子们”指一二一八年由圣彼得・诺拉斯科在西班牙创立的天主教梅塞德修会会员，该会的宗旨在于赎救被摩尔人俘虏的基督教徒。

[557]先知以利亚的孩子们指加尔默罗会。 早年有人相信这个修会的创建者是先知以利亚，其实是参加过十字军东征的利莫各斯伯爵贝特朗。一一五六年他和一些朝圣者在巴勒斯坦境内加尔默山定居，这便是加尔默罗会的前身。 一二0八年左右，耶路撤冷主教艾伯特为该修会制订了会规。阿维拉的圣女德肋撤（1515-1582）于一五六二年建立女隐修院，并对男隐修院进行改革。改革派修土赤脚着草鞋，以别于老派（穿鞋的）。文中的另一派即指赤脚派。

[558]多明我会修士着褐衣，方济各会着灰衣。多明我会是一二一五年由西班牙修士圣多明我（约1170-1221）创立的布道托钵修会。方济各托钵修会是圣方济各（阿西西的，1182-1226）于一二0九年创立的，他要求修士们安贫。

[559]正式名称为嘉布遣小兄弟会，是从遵规派（约于1460年脱离方济各会的住院派或集体派而成立的独立分支）中分化出来的。一五二五年由马特奥创立。修士们赤足。

[560]科德利埃会是方济各会的独立分支，他们腰系打了结的绳子，以表示严格遵守圣方济各的会规。小兄弟会是帕奥拉（在意大利境内）的圣方济各（1416-1507）于一四五四年创立的托钵修会。

[561]克拉蕾的女儿们指圣方济各协助贵族妇女克拉蕾于一二一二年创立的方济各第二会（即克拉蕾安贫会）。

[562]遣使会是一六二四年由法国修士圣味增爵・德保罗（1576-1660）创建的修会，又名味增爵会。

[563]圣沃尔斯但（1008-1095），英国伍斯特郡最后一任萨克逊主教。他属于本笃会，曾建立一个修会。

[564]指依纳爵创建的耶稣会，参看第一章注[4]。

[565]埃德蒙・依纳爵・赖斯（1762-1844），爱尔兰人，一八0二年起，在沃特福德、都柏林等地开办学校，并创建由在俗人员组成的圣教学校兄弟会。 一八二一年任第一任会长。

[566]圣西尔是法国人对圣西里库斯（约于304年殉教）的称谓。圣伊西多勒・阿拉托尔（1070-1130），西班牙忏悔师，农民的主保圣人。

[567]圣小詹姆斯即《马太福音》第10章第2节中亚勒腓的儿子雅各，耶稣十二使徒之一。为有别于同名的另一使徒（西庇太的儿于雅各），在名字前加个“小”字。

[568]锡诺普（小亚细亚北岸，土耳其一港埠）的圣佛卡斯为殉教徒。 圣朱利安是行路者和吟游诗人的主保圣人。圣菲利克斯・德坎塔里斯是阿布鲁齐（意大利中部地区）一农民，后成为嘉布遣小兄弟会修士。

[569]圣西门（388-459）是柱头苦修的首倡者， 他长时间站在柱头上祈祷，栉风沐雨，靠门生缘梯送饭维持生命。圣斯蒂芬，参看第一章注[9]。天主的圣约翰（1495-1550），葡萄牙人，慈善医院的主保圣人。

[570]圣费雷欧尔是传说中六世纪初的西班牙人。圣勒加德（死于608），爱尔兰修道院院长和传教士。圣西奥多图斯（约304），殉教徒，旅店主的主保圣人。

[571]圣沃尔玛尔（活动时期为7世纪），法国隐士，创建了修道院，任院长。圣理查・德维赤（1197-1253），英国主教。圣味增爵・德保罗，参看本章注[562]。

[572]托迪的圣马丁，指意大利籍教皇马丁一世（649-655在位），他生于意大利的托迪，因不肯在教义问题上做出让步，被拜占廷皇帝康斯坦茨二世流放到克里米亚而死。图尔的圣马丁（约316-397）是法国图尔的主教。

[573]圣阿尔弗烈德（849-899）， 英国西南部撒克逊人的韦塞克斯王朝国王（871-899在位）。他还是个教会改革者，但从未被正式封为圣徒。圣约瑟，圣母玛利亚的未婚夫（见《路加福音》第1章第27节）。

[574]圣但尼，巴黎主教，法国的主保圣人之一，约于二七五年殉教。圣科尔内留斯（251-253，任都皇），罗马人，被流放到桑图塞拉而死。圣利奥波德（1073-1136），原为奥地利一名士兵，被誉为善人利奥波德，创建过几座修院。

[575]圣伯尔纳（1090-1153），法国人，天主教西多会修士， 一一一五年在明谷（在今德国奥布省）创立隐修院。他在神学辩论会上任仲裁人，又在罗马教廷内部的互相倾轧中，进行调停。从而获得了“甜如蜜的教义师”这一美称。圣特伦斯是一世纪的主教和殉教者。圣爱德华（962-979），英国国王，殉教者。

[576]拉丁文canicula的意思是小狗。因此，圣欧文・卡尼库鲁斯含有“小狗的圣欧文”之意。这里把杂种狗加里欧文列入圣徒的队伍中了，参看本章注[33]。

[577]圣劳伦斯・奥图尔（1132-1180），都柏林大主教，都柏林的主保圣人之一。丁格尔和科穆帕斯帖拉的圣詹姆斯，即那稣十二使徒之一圣大詹姆斯（ 西庇太的儿子雅各），参看本章注[567]。据说公元四四年左右他在耶路撒冷被斩首后，遗体神奇地被转移到西班牙的科穆帕斯帖拉。该地因而成为西欧最出名的朝香之地。爱尔兰西南部的丁格尔湾也有一座纪念他的教堂。

[578]圣科拉姆西尔和圣科伦巴（约521-597）是同一个爱尔兰天主教教士的两个名字。他一生致力于向苏格兰传教。圣切莱斯廷一世是意大利籍教皇（422-432在位）。是他把圣帕特里克派到爱尔兰来传教的。

[579]圣科尔曼（约605-676），原在爱尔兰爱奥纳岛上当修士，六六一年任林迪斯法尔内主教兼隐修院院长。

[580]圣凯文（死于618），二湖谷修道院的创建者和院长，参看本章注[487]。

[581]圣布伦丹，参看本章注[66]。圣弗里吉迪安（约死于558）， 爱尔兰圣徒，到意大利去做隐修士，后成为古城卢卡的主教。圣瑟南（约488-约544），他曾到罗马去朝圣。回到爱尔兰后盖了几座教堂，其中一座在香农河心（河名即为纪念他而起的）的斯卡特里岛上。

[582]圣法契特纳（活动时期为6世纪），罗斯的主教，在那里创办了爱尔兰屈指可数的一座修道院学校。圣高隆班，参看第二章注[31]。圣加尔（约551-645），圣高隆班的伙伴，前往欧洲大陆的爱尔兰传教士，被誉为“瑞典使徒”。圣弗尔萨，参看本章注[65]。

[583]圣芬但（死于597），在爱尔兰的克罗涅建立了一座修道院。圣菲亚克，参看第三章注[87]。圣约翰・内波玛克（约1340-1393），忏悔师，殉教者。波希米亚的主保圣人之一。圣托马斯・阿奎那，参看第一章注[88]。

[584]不列塔尼的圣艾夫斯，即艾夫斯・赫洛里（1253-1303），爱尔兰忏悔师，律师的主保圣人。圣麦昌是十一世纪的丹麦-爱尔兰圣徒。都柏林有一座以他命名的教堂。圣赫尔曼-约瑟（1150-1241），德国的神秘主义者。

[585]圣青年指耶稣会所办学校的男童。圣阿洛伊苏斯・贡萨加（1568-1591），意大利耶稣会圣徒，由于看护传染病患者而死。圣斯但尼斯劳斯。科斯塔卡（1550-1568），他从维也纳步行三百五十英里到罗马，当上了耶稣会见习修士。圣约翰・勃赤曼斯（1599-1621），耶稣会士，以焕发着年轻人的激情著称。

[586]热尔瓦修斯，因在米兰被罗马将军阿斯塔修斯用铁鞭毒打，约于一六五年殉教而死。瑟瓦修斯（约卒于384），通格勒斯（在今比利时境内）主教，在中世纪西欧受尊重。圣博尼费斯（约675-754），生于英国，成为“日耳曼使徒”，美因慈大主教，在一场对基督教徒的大屠杀中殉教而死。

[587]圣女布赖德（约453-523），又名圣女布里奇特，爱尔兰三个主保圣人之一。圣基兰（约500-约560），奥索里主教，“爱尔兰十二使徒”之一。圣卡尼克，参看第三章注[135]。

[588]圣贾拉斯（约卒于540）在爱尔兰东戈尔韦郡蒂尤厄姆镇建造了教堂，并设置了康诺特省的第一个主教管区。圣芬巴尔（约550-623）在科克设置了主教管区，他是该市主保圣人。圣帕平（活动时期为6世纪）是桑特里教区修道院院长。

[589]阿洛伊修斯・帕西费库斯修士是圣方济各（阿西西的） 的胞弟和弟子，参看本章注[558]。路易斯・贝利克苏斯这一姓名可能是杜撰的。Bellicosus（拉丁文）的意思是“好战的”，与路易斯的姓Pacificus（拉丁文，“和平的”）针锋相对。

[590]利马的圣女萝丝（1586-1617），生于秘鲁，南美洲的主保圣女。一六0六年加入圣多明我第三会隐修。维泰博的圣女萝丝（卒于1252），曾在圣方济各第三会隐修。她是意大利城市维泰博的主保圣女。

[591]伯大尼的圣女玛莎，参看第五章注[41]。她是拉撒路的姐姐，见《约翰福音》第11章第1至3节。埃及的圣女玛丽（活动时期为4世纪）原是亚历山大的妓女，步行到那路撒冷朝圣，并在荒野里苦行赎罪达四十六年之久。圣女露西是西西里岛锡拉库扎市主保圣人，三0四年殉教而死。圣女布里奇特，参看本章注[587]。

[592]圣女阿特拉克塔（或圣女阿拉特，活动时期为5世纪）。据说她入女修会时是圣帕特里克给她戴面纱的。她在戈尔韦和斯莱戈创设了几座修道院。 圣女迪姆普娜是七世纪的基督教徒，被其异教徒的父王杀害。传说她的遗骨能显圣， 故成为神经失常者的主保圣人。

[593]圣女艾塔（约548-570） 在利默里克附近创设了一座宗教机构和一所学校。圣女玛莉恩・卡尔彭西斯，指摩莉・布卢姆。卡尔彭西斯的意思是“卡尔普的”，而卡尔普是直布罗陀的旧称。

[594]小耶稣的圣修女德肋撒，参看第六章注[22]。圣女芭巴拉，炮兵的主保圣人，在比希尼亚（约236）或埃及（约306）殉教而死。圣女斯科拉丝蒂卡（ 约480-约543），圣本笃之妹，五二九年圣本笃在意大利的卡西诺山建立隐修院，她也跟随而去，创建一座女修道院。圣女乌尔苏拉，参看第一章注[21]。

[595]角制墨水瓶象征学识渊博，如圣奥古斯丁，参看第七章注[207]。

[596]行囊象征朝圣，如埃及的圣女玛丽，参看本章注[591]。

[597]传说耶稣被钉十字架后，伯大尼的圣女玛莎曾前往法国，除掉了那里的一条恶龙。下文中的“鹿弹”，参看第十六章注[247]。

[598]圣母玛利亚被称作“海洋之星”，“头上戴着一顶有十二颗星的冠冕”（参看《启示录》第12章第1节）。画像中的圣帕特里克通常都踩着几条蛇，以象征他为爱尔兰除害。

[599]据说有人因看中了圣女露西那双美丽的眼睛，向她求婚。于是她便剜掉眼珠子，以表示誓为天主童贞女的决心，参看本章注[591]。

[600]独角兽，见第十四章注[30]。

[601]原文为拉丁文，见《旧约・以赛亚书》第60章第1节。按这是显现节（每年1月6日纪念耶稣显灵）所颂日课的首句，而将祭经的首句是：“看，他来了，上主和征服者。”

[602]原文为拉丁文。

[603]原文为拉丁文。语出自《以赛亚书》第60章第6节：“示巴的众人都必来到，要奉上黄金乳香……”

[604]“驱逐……盲人”，以上均为《福音书》上所载耶稣行的神迹。

[605]玛拉基，参看第一章注[101]。帕特里克，参看第五章注[50]。奥弗林神父，参看第八章注[203]。

[606]原文为拉丁文。

[607]原文为拉丁文。模仿宗教庆祝活动的描述，到此为止。参看本章注[549]。

[608]祝酒词，发财走红运之意。

[609]“约翰・詹姆森”，参看本章注[547]。

[610]祝酒词，咱们不能缺酒喝之意。

[611]宁芙，参看第四章注[60]。

[612]此段模仿十九世纪末叶写中世纪传奇的文体。

[613]这是宣告把教徒永远开除教籍时的用语。钟是作为警告用的，《圣经》中包含着所需词句，蜡烛意味着将它吹灭后灵魂便将陷入黑暗。

[614]指克伦威尔在残酷地屠杀爱尔兰人时所发出的诅咒，参看本章注[513]。

[615]原文为爱尔兰语。

[616]这个歌词是根据弗雷德・费希尔所作美国通俗歌曲《倘若月亮里那个男子是个黑人，黑人，黑人》（1905）而改的。

[617]指摩西・门德尔松（1729-1786），出生于德国的犹太哲学家，或费利克斯・门德尔松（1809-1847），德国作曲家，父母均为犹太人。

[618]卡尔・马克思（1818-1883），生于普鲁士的莱茵省特里尔城，父母均为犹太人。梅尔卡丹特不是犹大人，而是一个意大利天主教徒，参看第五章注[75]。巴鲁克・斯宾诺莎（1632-1677），哲学家，唯理性主义者，出生在荷兰的一个犹太人家庭。

[619]原文为匈牙利语。纳吉亚的意思是伟大的，撒葛斯是接尾语。乌拉姆是殿下。利波蒂即英文的利奥波德。维拉格是花。

[620]原文为匈牙利语。撒兹是一百。哈明兹是三十。兹布洛尤是小牛。古里亚斯是牧牛人。都古拉斯是塞住。下文中的“大声喝彩”，原文为法语。

[621]现象学是二十世纪一种哲学流派，其主旨在于对自觉地经验到的现象作直接的研究和描述。

[622]这是以都柏林的饼干制造商W・雅各布与・雅各布为老板的一家股份有限公司。

[623]《回到爱琳来》一歌是英国歌谣作曲家夏洛特・阿林顿・巴顿多（1830-1869）所作。

[624]《拉科齐进行曲》是米克洛斯・斯克尔于一八0九年所作的歌曲。后曾被采用为匈牙利国歌。

[625]四海，指环绕爱尔兰东北的北海峡，东边的爱尔兰，东南的乔治海峡和大西洋。

[626]霍斯山，参看本章注[101]。三岩山位于都柏林以南，自都柏林市内可眺望之。糖锥山，参看第八章注[57]。

[627]布莱岬角，参看第一章注[35]。莫恩山，参看第十一章注[38]。加尔蒂山脉在爱尔兰利默里克郡西南部和蒂珀雷里郡东南部之间。

[628]牛山是西爱尔兰莱戈郡的山脉。多尼戈尔是爱尔兰西北遍地是山的一郡。斯佩林山在北爱尔兰蒂龙和伦敦德里两郡交界处。纳格尔和博格拉是科克郡北部的两道山脉。

[629]康尼马拉山在西爱尔兰戈尔韦郡沿岸。麦吉利卡迪，见本章注[28]。

[630]奥蒂山是界于戈尔韦、克莱尔两郡之间的山脉。贝尔纳山是莫恩山脉中的第二座高山。布卢姆山，见第四章注[15]。

[631]康布利亚和卡利多尼亚分别为古罗马时期对威尔士和苏格兰的称呼，隔海与爱尔兰遥遥相对。

[632]鸽房水电站和普尔贝格灯塔，参看第三章注[66]和[140]。

[633]原文为匈牙利语。

[634]指弥撒中最后一段福音，见《约翰福音》第1章第1至14节。

[635]朗福德郡在都柏林西北约九十英里处。

[636]邓辛克气象台，参看第八章注[35]。

[637]朱塞佩・梅尔卡利[1850-1914]发明了一种五级地震检波器。

[638]绢骑士托马斯，见第三章注[151]。

[639]路德是英国面积单位，一路德为四分之一英亩。一杆（或波尔赤）是英国长度单位，一杆（或波尔赤）等于五码半。

[640]乔治・弗特里尔在第十五章中重新出现，见该章注[119]及有关正文。

[641]记录法官，参看第七章注[158]。

[642]巨人堤道指北爱尔兰北岸的火山岩石柱群。

[643]金塞尔岬角濒临爱尔兰科克郡的班敦河河口。

[644]“追思已亡日弥撒”和“被毁物”，原文均为拉丁文。

[645]这个虚构的海军少将的长名中的赫尔克里斯是希腊神话中的大力神，汉尼拔（公元前247-前183）是迦太基的军事统帅，哈比亚斯・科尔普斯是拉丁文“人身保护令”的译音。

[646]原文作S.O.D.系把前面的杰出服务勋位的首字（D.S.O.)掉换而成。sod是sodomite（鸡奸）的简写。

[647]“此刻……去”之句，系模仿《列王纪・下》第2章第11节的笔调。

[648]“于是……他”之句，模仿《马太福音》第17章第1至5节的描述。

[649]阿爸是古叙利亚一希腊语中对天主圣父的称呼。见《马可福音》第14章第36节。阿多尼是希伯来语“夭主”的音译。