Chapter14 Oxen of the Sun

DESHIL HOLLES EAMUS. DESHIL HOLLES EAMUS. DESHIL HOLES Eamus.

Send us, bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send us, bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send us bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit.

Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa! Hoopsa, hoyaboy, hoopsa! Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa.

Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitable by mortals with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that which the most in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in them high mind's ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general consent they affirm that other circumstances being equal by no exterior splendour is the prosperity of a nation more efficaciously asserted than by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its solicitude for that proliferent continuance which of evils the original if it be absent when fortunately present constitutes the certain sign of omnipollent nature's incorrupted benefaction. For who is there who anything of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on the contrary anyone so is there inilluminated as not to perceive that as no nature's boon can contend against the bounty of increase so it behoves every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his semblables and to tremble lest what had in the past been by the nation excellently commenced might be in the future not with similar excellence accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually traduced the honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that thither of profundity that that one was audacious excessively who would have the hardihood to rise affirming that no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which on all mortals with prophecy of abundance or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined?

It is not why therefore we shall wonder if, as the best historians relate, among the Celts, who nothing that was not in its nature admirable admired, the art of medicine shall have been highly honoured. Not to speak of hostels, leperyards, sweating chambers, plaguegraves, their greatest doctors, the O'Shiels, the O'Hickeys, the O'Lees, have sedulously set down the divers methods by which the sick and the relapsed found again health whether the malady had been trembling withering or loose boyconnell flux. Certainly in every public work which in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be with importance commensurate and therefore a plan was by them adopted (whether by having preconsidered or as the maturation of experience it is difficult in being said which the discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not up to the present congrued to render manifest) whereby maternity was so far from all accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that allhardest of woman hour chiefly required and not solely for the copiously opulent but also for her who not being sufficiently moneyed scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for an inconsiderable emolument was provided.

To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to be molestful for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent mothers prosperity at all not to can be and as they had received eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when the case was so having itself, parturient in vehicle the reward carrying desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her to be received into that domicile. O thing of prudent nation not merely in being seen but also even in being related worthy of being praised that they her by anticipation went seeing mother, that she by them suddenly to be about to be cherished had been begun she felt!

Before born babe bliss had. Within womb won he worship. Whatever in that one case done commodiously done was. A couch by midwives attended with wholesome food reposeful cleanest swaddles as though forthbringing were now done and by wise foresight set: but to this no less of what drugs there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining to her case not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images, divine and human, the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come by her thereto to lie in, her term up.

Some man that wayfaring was stood by housedoor at night's oncoming. Of Israel's folk was that man that on earth wandering far had fared. Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house.

Of that house A. Horne is lord. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale so God's angel to Mary quoth. Watchers they there walk, white sisters in ward sleepless. Smarts they still sickness soothing: in twelve moons thrice an hundred. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for Horne holding wariest ward.

In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mild-hearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him her gate wide undid. Lo, levin leaping lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin! Full she dread that God the Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins. Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would rathe infare under her thatch. That man her will wotting worthful went in Horne's house.

Loth to irk in Horne's hall hat holding the seeker stood. On her stow he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land and seafloor nine year had long outwandered. Once her in townhithe meeting he to her bow had not doffed. Her to forgive now he craved with good ground of her allowed that that of him swiftseen face, hers, so young then had looked. Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word winning.

As her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. Glad after she was that ere adread was. Her he asked if O'Hare Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare Doctor in heaven was. Sad was the man that word to hear that him so heavied in bowels ruthful. All she there told him, ruing death for friend so young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay. She said that he had a fair sweet death through God His goodness with masspriest to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his limbs. The man then right earnest asked the nun of which death the dead man was died and the nun answered him and said that he was died in Mona island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have his dear soul in his undeathliness. He heard her sad words, in held hat sad staring. So stood they there both awhile in wanhope, sorrowing one with other.

Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the last for to go as he came.

The man that was come into the house then spoke to the nursingwoman and he asked her how it fared with the woman that lay there in childbed. The nursingwoman answered him and said that that woman was in throes now full three days and that it would be a hard birth unneth to bear but that now in a little it would be. She said thereto that she had seen many births of women but never was none so hard as was that woman's birth. Then she set it forth all to him that time was had lived nigh that house. The man hearkened to her words for he felt with wonder women's woe in the travail that they have of motherhood and he wondered to look on her face that was a young face for any man to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid. Nine twelve bloodflows chiding her childless.

And whiles they spake the door of the castle was opened and there nighed them a mickle noise as of many that sat there at meat. And there came against the place as they stood a young learning knight yclept Dixon. And the traveller Leopold was couth to him sithen it had happed that they had had ado each with other in the house of misericord where this learning knight lay by cause the traveller Leopold came there to be healed for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he did do make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as he might suffice. And he said now that he should go into that castle for to make merry with them that were there. And the traveller Leopold said that he should go otherwhither for he was a man of cautels and a subtle. Also the lady was of his avis and reproved the learning knight though she trowed well that the traveller had said thing that was false for his subtility. But the learning knight would not hear say nay nor do her mandement ne have him in aught contrarious to his list and he said how it was a marvellous castle. And the traveller Leopold went into the castle for to rest him for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers lands and sometimes venery.

And in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of Finlandy and it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that country but they durst not move for enchantment. And on this board were frightful swords and knives that are made in a great cavern by swinking demons out of white flames that they fix in the horns of buffalos and stags that there abound marvellously. And there were vessels that are wrought by magic of Mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath that he blares into them like to bubbles. And full fair cheer and rich was on the board that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. And there was a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible thing without they see it natheless they are so. And these fishes lie in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because of the fatness that therein is like to the juices of the olive press. And also it was marvel to see in that castle how by magic they make a compost out of fecund wheat kidneys out of Chaldee that by aid of certain angry spirits that they do into it swells up wondrously like to a vast mountain. And they teach the serpents there to entwine themselves up on long sticks out of the ground and of the scales of these serpents they brew out a brewage like to mead.

And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold a draught and halp thereto the while all they that were there drank every each. And childe Leopold did up his beaver for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat in amity for he never drank no manner of mead which he then put by and anon full privily he voided the more part in his neighbour glass and his neighbour wist not of his wile. And he sat down in that castle with them for to rest him there awhile. Thanked be Almighty God.

This meanwhile this good sister stood by the door and begged them at the reverence of Jesu our alther liege lord to leave their wassailing for there was above one quick with child a gentle dame, whose time hied fast. Sir Leopold heard on the upfloor cry on high and he wondered what cry that it was whether of child or woman and I marvel, said he, that it be not come or now. Meseems it dureth overlong. And he was ware and saw a franklin that hight Lenehan on that side the table that was older than any of the tother and for that they both were knights virtuous in the one emprise and eke by cause that he was elder he spoke to him full gently. But, said he, or it be long too she will bring forth by God His bounty and have joy of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long. And the franklin that had drunken said, Expecting each moment to be her next. Also he took the cup that stood tofore him for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him to drink and, Now drink, said he, fully delectably, and he quaffed as far as he might to their both's health for he was a passing good man of his lustiness. And sir Leopold that was the goodliest guest that ever sat in scholars' hall and that was the meekest man and the kindest that ever laid husbandly hand under hen and that was the very truest knight of the world one that ever did minion service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in the cup. Woman's woe with wonder pondering.

Now let us speak of that fellowship that was there to the intent to be drunken an they might. There was a sort of scholars along either side the board, that is to wit, Dixon yclept junior of saint Mary Merciable's with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, scholars of medicine, and the franklin that high! Lenehan and one from Alba Longa, one Crotthers, and young Stephen that had mien of a frere that was at head of the board and Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long of a mastery of him erewhile gested (and of all them, reserved young Stephen, he was the most drunken that demanded still of more mead) and beside the meek sir Leopold. But on young Malachi they waited for that he promised to have come and such as intended to no goodness said how he had broke his avow. And sir Leopold sat with them for he bore fast friendship to sir Simon and to this his son young Stephen and for that his languor becalmed him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they feasted him for that time in the honourablest manner. Ruth red him, love led on with will to wander, loth to leave.

For they were right witty scholars. And he heard their aresouns each gen other as touching birth and righteousness, young Madden maintaining that put such case it were hard the wife to die (for so it had fallen out a matter of some year agone with a woman of Eblana in Horne's house that now was trespassed out of this world and the self night next before her death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her case). And they said farther she should live because in the beginning they said the woman should bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of this imagination affirmed how young Madden had said truth for he had conscience to let her die. And not few and of these was young Lynch were in doubt that the world was now right evil governed as it was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the law nor his judges did provide no remedy. A redress God grant. This was scant said but all cried with one acclaim nay, by our Virgin Mother, the wife should live and the babe to die. In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that head what with argument and what for their drinking but the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that at the least way mirth might not lack. Then young Madden showed all the whole affair and when he said how that she was dead and how for holy religion sake by rede of palmer and bedesman and for a vow he had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her goodman husband would not let her death whereby they were all wondrous grieved. To whom young Stephen had these words following, Murmur, sirs, is eke oft among lay folk. Both babe and parent now glorify their Maker, the one in limbo gloom, the other in purge fire. But, gramercy, what of those Godpossibled souls that we nightly unpossibilise, which is the sin against the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord and Giver of Life? For, sirs, he said, our lust is brief. We are means to those small creatures within us and nature has other ends than we. Then said Dixon junior to Punch Costello wist he what ends. But he had overmuch drunken and the best word he could have of him was that he would ever dishonest a woman whoso she were or wife or maid or leman if it so fortuned him to be delivered of his spleen of lustihead. Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that beast the unicorn how once in the millennium he cometh by his horn the other all this while pricked forward with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, witnessing all and several by saint Foutinus his engines that he was able to do any manner of thing that lay in man to do. Thereat laughed they all right jocundly only young Stephen and sir Leopold which never durst laugh too open by reason of a strange humour which he would not bewray and also ford that he rued for her that bare whoso she might be or wheresoever. Then spoke young Stephen orgulous of mother Church that would cast him out of her bosom, of law of canons, of Lilith, patron of abortions, of bigness wrought by wind of seeds of brightness or by potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, as Virgilius saith, by the influence of the occident or by the reek of moonflower or an she lie with a woman which her man has but lain with effectu secuto, or peradventure in her bath according to the opinions of Averroes and Moses Maimonides. He said also how at the end of the second month a human soul was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for God's greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was but a dam to bring forth beastly should die by canon for so saith he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even that blessed Peter on which rock was holy church for all ages founded. All they bachelors then asked of sir Leopold would he in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save life. A wariness of mind he would answer as fitted all and, laying hand to jaw, he said dissembling, as his wont was, that as it was informed him, who had ever loved the art of physic as might a layman, and agreeing also with his experience of so seldom seen an accident it was good for that Mother Church belike at one blow had birth and death pence and in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. That is truth, pardy, said Dixon, and, or I err, a pregnant word. Which hearing young Stephen was a marvellous glad man and he averred that he who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord for he was of a wild manner when he was drunken and that he was now in that taking it appeared eftsoons.

But sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause he still had pity of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their labour and as he was minded of his good lady Marion that had borne him an only manchild which on his eleventh day on live had died and no man of art could save so dark is destiny. And she was wondrous stricken of heart for that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of lamb's wool, the flower of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and lie akeled (for it was then about the midst of the winter) and now sir Leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his friend's son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness and as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage (for all accounted him of real parts) so grieved he also in no less measure for young Stephen for that he lived riotously with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores.

About that present time young Stephen filled all cups that stood empty so as there remained but little mo if the prudenter had not shadowed their approach from him that still plied it very busily who, praying for the intentions of the sovereign pontiff, he gave them for a pledge the vicar of Christ which also as he said is vicar of Bray. Now drink we, quod he, of this mazer and quaff ye this mead which is not indeed parcel of my body but my soul's bodiment. Leave ye fraction of bread to them that live by bread alone. Be not afeard neither for any want for this will comfort more than the other will dismay. See ye here. And he showed them glistering coins of the tribute and goldsmiths' notes the worth of two pound nineteen shilling that he had, he said, for a song which he writ. They all admired to see the foresaid riches in such dearth of money as was herebefore. His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions. What means this? Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time. Mark me now. In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation. Omnis cam ad te veniet. No question but her name is puissant who aventried the dear corse of our Agenbuyer, Healer and Herd, our mighty mother and mother most venerable and Bernardus saith aptly that she hath an omnipotentiam deiparae supplicem, that is to wit, an almightiness of petition because she is the second Eve and she won us, saith Augustine too, whereas that other, our grandam, which we are linked up with by successive anastomosis of navelcords sold us all, seed, breed and generation, for a penny pippin. But here is the matter now. Or she knew him, that second I say, and was but creature of her creature, vergine madre figlia di tuo figlio or she knew him not and then stands she in the one denial or ignorancy with Peter Piscator who lives in the house that Jack built and with Joseph the Joiner patron of the happy demise of all unhappy marriages parce que M. Léo Taxil nous a dit que qui l'avait mise dans cette fichue position c'était le sacré pigeon, ventre de Dieu! Entweder transsubstantiality oder consubstantiality but in no case subsubstantiality. And all cried out upon It for a very scurvy word. A pregnancy without joy, he said, a birth without pangs, a body without blemish, a belly without bigness. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. With will will we withstand, withsay.

Hereupon Punch Costello dinged with his fist upon the board and would sing a bawdy catch Staboo Stabella about a wench that was put in pod of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he did now attack: The first three months she was not well, Staboo, when here nurse Quigley from the door angerly bid them hist ye should shame you nor was it not meet as she remembered them being her mind was to have all orderly against lord Andrew came for because she was jealous that not gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her guard. It was an ancient and a sad matron of a sedate look and christian walking, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her hortative want of it effect for incontinently Punch Costello was of them all embraided and they reclaimed the churl with civil rudeness some and with menace of blandishments others whiles all chode with him, a murrain seize the dolt, what a devil he would be at, thou chuff, thou puny, thou got in the peasestraw, thou losel, thou chitterling, thou spawn of a rebel, thou dykedropt, thou abortion thou, to shut up his drunken drool out of that like a curse of God ape, the good sir Leopold that had for his cognisance the flower of quiet, margerain gentle, advising also the time's occasion as most sacred and most worthy to be most sacred. In Horne's house rest should reign.

To be short this passage was scarce by when Master Dixon of Mary in Eccles, goodly grinning, asked young Stephen what was the reason why he had not cided to take friar's vows and he answered him obedience in the womb, chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days. Master Lenehan at this made return that he had heard of those nefarious deeds and how, as he heard hereof counted, he had besmirched the lily virtue of a confiding female which was corruption of minors and they all intershowed it too, waxing merry and toasting to his fathership. But he said very entirely it was clean contrary to their suppose for he was the eternal son and ever virgin. Thereat mirth grew in them the more and they rehearsed to him his curious rite of wedlock for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as the priests use in Madagascar island, she to be in guise of white and saffron, her groom in white and grain, with burning of nard and tapers, on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was there unmaided. He gave them then a much admirable hymen minim by those delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Francis Beaumont that is in their Maid's Tragedy that was writ for a like twining of lovers: To bed, to bed, was the burden of it to be played with accompanable concent upon the virginals. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion. Well met they were, said Master Dixon, joyed, but, harkee, young sir, better were they named Beau Mount and Lecher for, by my truth, of such a mingling much might come. Young Stephen said indeed to his best remembrance they had but the one doxy between them and she of the stews to make shift with in delights amorous for life ran very high in those days and the custom of the country approved with it. Greater love than this, he said, no man hath that a man lay down his wife for his friend. Go thou and do likewise. Thus, or words to that effect, said Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the university of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man to whom mankind was more beholden. Bring a stranger within thy tower it will go hard but thou wilt have the secondbest bed. Orate, fratres, pro memetipso. And all the people shall say, Amen. Remember, Erin, thy generations and thy days of old, how thou settedst little by me and by my word and broughtest in a stranger to my gates to commit fornication in my sight and to wax fat and kick like Jeshurum. Therefore hast thou sinned against the light and hast made me, thy lord, to be the slave of servants. Return, return, Clan Milly: forget me not, O Milesian. Why hast thou done this abomination before me that thou didst spurn me for a merchant of jalaps and didst deny me to the Roman and the Indian of dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie luxuriously? Look forth now, my people, upon the land of behest, even from Horeb and from Nebo and from Pisgah and from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. But thou hast suckled me with a bitter milk: my moon and my sun thou hast quenched for ever. And thou hast left me alone for ever in the dark ways of my bitterness: and with a kiss of ashes hast thou kissed my mouth. This tenebrosity of the interior, he proceeded to say, hath not been illumined by the wit of the septuagint nor so much as mentioned for the Orient from on high which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was foraneous. Assuefaction minorates atrocities (as Tully saith of his darling Stoics) and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion. The adiaphane in the noon of life is an Egypt's plague which in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper ubi and quomodo. And as the ends and ultimates of all things accord in some mean and measure with their inceptions and originals, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is agreeable unto nature so is it with our subsolar being. The aged sisters draw us into life: we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they bend. First saved from water of old Nile, among bulrushes, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last the cavity of a mountain, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the hillcat and the ossifrage. And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness.

Thereto Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he loudly bid them lo, wisdom hath built herself a house, this vast majestic longstablished vault, the crystal palace of the Creator all in applepie order, a penny for him who finds the pea.

A black crack of noise in the street here, alack, bawled, back. Loud on left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. Came now the storm that hist his heart. And Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout and witwanton as the god self was angered for his hellprate and paganry. And he that had erst challenged to be so doughty waxed pale as they might all mark and shrank together and his pitch that was before so haught uplift was now of a sudden quite plucked down and his heart shook within the cage of his breast as he tasted the rumour of that storm. Then did some mock and some jeer and Punch Costello fell hard again to his yale which Master Lenehan vowed he would do after and he was indeed but a word and a blow on any the least colour. But the braggart boaster cried that an old Nobodaddy was in his cups it was muchwhat indifferent and he would not lag behind his lead. But this was only to dye his desperation as cowed he crouched in Horne's hall. He drank indeed at one draught to pluck up a heart of any grace for it thundered long rumblingly over all the heavens so that Master Madden, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on his ribs upon that crack of doom and Master Bloom, at the braggart's side spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was no other thing but a hubbub noise that he heard, the discharge of fluid from the thunderhead, look you, having taken place, and all of the order of a natural phenomenon.

But was young Boasthard's fear vanquished by Calmer's words? No, for he had in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not by words be done away. And was he then neither calm like the one nor godly like the other? He was neither as much as he would have liked to be either. But could he not have endeavoured to have found again as in his youth the bottle Holiness that then he lived withal? Indeed not for Grace was not there to find that bottle. Heard he then in that clap the voice of the god Bringforth or, what Calmer said, a hubbub of Phenomenon? Heard? Why, he could not but hear unless he had plugged up the tube Understanding (which he had not done). For through that tube he saw that he was in the land of Phenomenon where he must for a certain one day die as he was like the rest too a passing show. And would he not accept to die like the rest and pass away? By no means would he and make more shows according as men do with wives which Phenomenon has commanded them to do by the book Law. Then wotted he nought of that other land which is called Believe-on-Me, that is the land of promise which behoves to the king Delightful and shall be for ever where there is no death and no birth neither wiving nor mothering at which all shall come as many as believe on it? Yes, Pious had told him of that land and Chaste had pointed him to the way but the reason was that in the way he fell in with a certain whore of an eyepleasing exterior whose name, she said, is Bird-in-the-Hand and she beguiled him wrongways from the true path by her flatteries that she said to him as, Ho, you pretty man, turn aside hither and I will show you a brave place, and she lay at him so flatteringly that she had him in her grot which is named Two-in-the-Bush or, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence.

This was it what all that company that sat there at commons in Manse of Mothers the most lusted after and if they met with this whore Bird-in-the-Hand (which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a wicked devil) they would strain the last but they would make at her and know her. For regarding Believe-on-Me they said it was nought else but notion and they could conceive no thought of it for, first, Two-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was the very goodliest grot and in it were four pillows on which were four tickets with these words printed on them, Pickaback and Topsyturvy and Shameface and Cheek by Jowl and, second, for that foul plague Allpox and the monsters they cared not for them, for Preservative had given them a stout shield of oxengut and, third, that they might take no hurt neither from Offspring that was that wicked devil by virtue of this same shield which was named Killchild. So were they all in their blind fancy, Mr Cavil and Mr Sometimes Godly, Mr Ape Swillale, Mr False Franklin, Mr Dainty Dixon, Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. Wherein, O wretched company, were ye all deceived for that was the voice of the god that was in a very grievous rage that he would presently lift his arm and spill their souls for their abuses and their spillings done by them contrariwise to his word which forth to bring brenningly biddeth.

So Thursday sixteenth June Patk. Dignam laid in clay of an apoplexy and after hard drought, please God, rained, a bargeman coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the quags and tofts too. Hard to breathe and all the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while back as no man remembered to be without. The rosy buds all gone brown and spread out blobs and on the hills nought but dry flags and faggots that would catch at first fire. All the world saying, for aught they knew, the big wind of last February a year that did havoc the land so pitifully a small thing beside this barrenness. But by and by, as said, this evening after sundown, the wind sitting in the west, biggish swollen clouds to be seen as the night increased and the weatherwise poring up at them and some sheet lightnings at first and after, past ten of the clock, one great stroke with a long thunder and in a brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the smoking shower, the men making shelter for their straws with a clout or kerchief, womenfolk skipping off with kirtles catched up soon as the pour came. In Ely place, Baggot street, Duke's lawn, thence through Merrion green up to Holles street, a swash of water running that was before bonedry and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more crack after that first. Over against the Rt. Hon. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon's door (that is to sit with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the college lands) Mal. Mulligan a gentleman's gentleman that had but come from Mr Moore's the writer's (that was a papish but is now, folk say, a good Williamite) chanced against Alec. Bannon in a cut bob (which are now In with dance cloaks of Kendal green) that was new got to town from Mullingar with the stage where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a month yet till Saint Swithin and asks what in the earth he does there, he bound home and he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to crush a cup of wine, so he said, but would tell him of a skittish heifer, big of her age and beef to the heel and all this while poured with rain and so both together on to Horne's. There Leop. Bloom of Crawford's journal sitting snug with a covey of wags, likely brangling fellows, Dixon jun., scholar of my lady of Mercy, Vin. Lynch, a Scots fellow, Will. Madden, T. Lenehan, very sad for a racinghorse he fancied and Stephen D. Leop. Bloom there for a languor he had but was now better, he having dreamed tonight a strange fancy of his dame Mrs Moll with red slippers on in pair of Turkey trunks which is thought by those in ken to be for a change and Mistress Purefoy there, that got in through pleading her belly, and now on the stools, poor body, two days past her term, the midwives sore put to it and can't deliver, she queasy for a bowl of riceslop that is a shrewd drier up of the insides and her breath very heavy more than good and should be a bullyboy from the knocks they say, but God give her soon issue. 'Tis her ninth chick to live, I hear, and Lady day bit off her last chick's nails that was then a twelvemonth and with other three all breastfed that died written out in a fair hand in the king's bible. Her hub fifty odd and a methodist but takes the Sacrament and is to be seen any fair sabbath with a pair of his boys off Bullock harbour dapping on the sound with a heavybraked reel or in a punt he has trailing for flounder and pollock and catches a fine bag, I hear. In sum an infinite great fall of rain and all refreshed and will much increase the harvest yet those in ken say after wind and water fire shall come for a prognostication of Malachi's almanac (and I hear that Mr Russell has done a prophetical charm of the same gist out of the Hindustanish for his farmer's gazette) to have three things in all but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are found in the right guess with their queerities no telling how.

With this came up Lenehan to the feet of the table to say how the letter was in that night's gazette and he made a show to find it about him (for he swore with an oath that he had been at pains about it) but on Stephen's persuasion he gave over to search and was bidden to sit near by which he did mighty brisk. He was a kind of sport gentleman that went for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what belonged of woman, horseflesh, or hot scandal he had it pat. To tell the truth he was mean in fortunes and for the most part hankered about the coffeehouses and low taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul's men, runners, flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the bagnio and other rogues of the game or with a chanceable catchpole or a tipstaff often at nights till broad day of whom he picked up between his sackpossets much loose gossip. He took his ordinary at a boiling-cook's and if he had but gotten into him a mess of broken victuals or a platter of tripes with a bare tester in his purse he could always bring himself off with his tongue, some randy quip he had from a punk or whatnot that every mother's son of them would burst their sides. The other, Costello, that is, hearing this talk asked was it poetry or a tale. Faith, no, he says, Frank (that was his name), 'tis all about Kerry cows that are to be butchered along of the plague. But they can go hang, says he with a wink, for me with their bully beef, a pox on it. There's as good fish in this tin as ever came out of it and very friendly he offered to take of some salty sprats that stood by which he had eyed wishly in the meantime and found the place which was indeed the chief design of his embassy as he was sharpset. Mort aux vaches, says Frank then in the French language that had been indentured to a brandy shipper that has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he spoke French like a gentleman too. From a child this Frank had been a donought that his father, a headborough, who could ill keep him to school to learn his letters and the use of the globes, matriculated at the university to study the mechanics but he took the bit between his teeth like a raw colt and was more familiar with the justiciary and the parish beadle than with his volumes. One time he would be a playactor, then a sutler or a welsher, then nought would keep him from the bearpit and the cocking main, then he was for the ocean sea or to hoof it on the roads with the Romany folk, kidnapping a squire's heir by favour or moonlight or fecking maid's linen or choking chickens behind a hedge. He had been off as many times as a cat has lives and back again with naked pockets as many more to his father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he saw him. What, says Mr Leopold with his hands across, that was earnest to know the drift of it, will they slaughter all? I protest I saw them but this day morning going to the Liverpool boats, says he. I can scarce believe 'tis so bad, says he. And he had experience of the like brood beasts and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wools, having been some years before actuary for Mr Joseph Cuffe, a worthy salesmaster that drove his trade for live stock and meadow auctions hard by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street. I question with you there, says he. More like 'tis the hoose of the timber tongue. Mr Stephen, a little moved but very handsomely, told him no such matter and that he had dispatches from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for the hospitality, that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all Muscovy, with a bolus or two of physic to take the bull by the horns. Come, come, says Mr Vincent, plain dealing. He'll find himself on the horns of a dilemma if he meddles with a bull that's Irish, says he. Irish by name and Irish by nature, says Mr Stephen, and he sent the ale purling about. An Irish bull in an English chinashop. I conceive you, says Mr Dixon. It is that same bull that was sent to our island by farmer Nicholas, the bravest cattle breeder of them all, with an emerald ring in his nose. True for you, says Mr Vincent cross the table, and a bullseye into the bargain, says he, and a plumper and a portlier bull, says he, never shit on shamrock. He had horns galore, a coat of gold and a sweet smoky breath coming out of his nostrils so that the women of our island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. What for that, says Mr Dixon, but before he came over farmer Nicholas that was a eunuch had him properly gelded by a college of doctors, who were no better off than himself. So be off now, says he, and do all my cousin german the Lord Harry tells you and take a farmer's blessing, and with that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. But the slap and the blessing stood him friend, says Mr Vincent, for to make up he taught him a trick worth two of the other so that maid, wife, abbess and widow to this day affirm that they would rather any time of the month whisper in his ear in the dark of a cowhouse or get a lick on the nape from his long holy tongue then lie with the finest strapping young ravisher in the four fields of all Ireland. Another then put in his word: And they dressed him, says he, in a point shift and petticoat with a tippet and girdle and ruffles on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him at every turn of the road with a gold manger in each full of the best hay in the market so that he could doss and dung to his heart's content. By this time the father of the faithful (for so they called him) was grown so heavy that he could scarce walk to pasture. To remedy which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his fodder in their apronlaps and as soon as his belly was full he would rear up on his hind quarters to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of him in bull's language and they all after him. Ay, says another, and so pampered was he that he would suffer nought to grow in all the land but green grass for himself (for that was the only colour to his mind) and there was a board put up on a hillock in the middle of the island with a printed notice, saying: By the lord Harry green is the grass that grows on the ground. And, says Mr Dixon, if ever he got scent of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the wilds of Connemara or a husbandman in Sligo that was sowing as much as a handful of mustard or a bag of rapeseed out he run amok over half the countryside rooting up with his horns whatever was planted and all by lord Harry's orders. There was bad blood between them at first, says Mr Vincent, and the lord Harry called farmer Nicholas all the old Nicks in the world and an old whoremaster that kept seven trulls in his house and I'll meddle in his matters, says he. I'll make that animal smell hell, says he, with the help of that good pizzle my father left me. But one evening, says Mr Dixon, when the lord Harry was cleaning his royal pelt to go to dinner after winning a boatrace (he had spade oars for himself but the first rule of the course was that the others were to row with pitchforks) he discovered in himself a wonderful likeness to a bull and on picking up a blackthumbed chapbook that he kept in the pantry he found sure enough that he was a lefthanded descendant of the famous champion bull of the Romans, Bos Bovum, which is good bog Latin for boss of the show. After that, says Mr Vincent, the lord Harry put his head into a cow's drinking trough in the presence of all his courtiers and pulling it out again told them all his new name. Then, with the water running off him, he got into an old smock and skirt that had belonged to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the bull's language to study but he could never learn a word of it except the first personal pronoun which he copied out big and got off by heart and if ever he went out for a walk he filled his pockets with chalk to write it up on what took his fancy, the side of a rock or a teahouse table or a bale of cotton or a corkfloat. In short he and the bull of Ireland were soon as fast friends as an arse and a shirt. They were, says Mr Stephen, and the end was that the men of the island, seeing no help was toward as the ungrate women were all of one mind, made a wherry raft, loaded themselves and their bundles of chattels on shipboard, set all masts erect, manned the yards, sprang their luff, heaved to, spread three sheets in the wind, put her head between wind and water, weighed anchor, ported her helm, ran up the jolly Roger, gave three times three, let the bullgine run, pushed off in their bumboat and put to sea to recover the main of America. Which was the occasion, says Mr Vincent, of the composing by a boatswain of that rollicking chanty:

Our worthy acquaintance, Mr Malachi Mulligan, now appeared in the doorway as the students were finishing their apologue accompanied with a friend whom he had just rencountered, a young gentleman, his name Alec Bannon, who had late come to town, it being his intention to buy a colour or a cornetcy in the fencibles and list for the wars. Mr Mulligan was civil enough to express some relish of it all the more as it jumped with a project of his own for the cure of the very evil that had been touched on. Whereat he handed round to the company a set of pasteboard cards which he had had printed that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan, Fertiliser and Incubator, Lambay Island. His project, as he went on to expound, was to withdraw from the round of idle pleasures such as form the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Milksop Quidnunc in town and to devote himself to the noblest task for which our bodily organism has been framed. Well, let us hear of it, good my friend, said Mr Dixon. I make no doubt it smacks of wenching. Come, be seated, both. 'Tis as cheap sitting as standing. Mr Mulligan accepted of the invitation and, expatiating on his design, told his hearers that he had been led into this thought by a consideration of the causes of sterility, both the inhibitory and the prohibitory, whether the inhibition in its turn were due to conjugal vexations or to a parsimony of the balance as well as whether the prohibition proceeded from defects congenital or from proclivities acquired. It grieved him plaguily, he said, to see the nuptial couch defrauded of its dearest pledges: and to reflect upon so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a prey for the vilest bonzes, who hide their flambeau under a bushel in an uncongenial cloister or lose their womanly bloom in the embraces of some unaccountable muskin when they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their sex when a hundred pretty fellows were at hand to caress, this, he assured them, made his heart weep. To curb this inconvenience (which he concluded due to a suppression of latent heat), having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this matter, he had resolved to purchase in fee simple for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its holder, lord Talbot de Malahide, a Tory gentleman of not much in favour with our ascendancy party. He proposed to set up there a national fertilising farm to be named Omphalos with an obelisk hewn and erected after the fashion of Egypt and to offer his dutiful yeoman services for the fecundation of any female of what grade of life soever who should there direct to him with the desire of fulfilling the functions of her natural. Money was no object, he said, nor would he take a penny for his pains. The poorest kitchenwench no less than the opulent lady of fashion, if so be their constructions, and their tempers were warm persuaders for their petitions, would find in him their man. For his nutriment he shewed how he would feed himself exclusively upon a diet of savoury tubercles and fish and coneys there, the flesh of these latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his purpose, both broiled and stewed with a blade of mace and a pod or two of capsicum chillies. After this homily which he delivered with much warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan in a trice put off from his hat a kerchief with which he had shielded it. The both, it seems, had been overtaken by the rain and for all their mending their pace had taken water, as might be observed by Mr Mulligan's smallclothes of a hodden grey which was now somewhat piebald. His project meanwhile was very favourably entertained by his auditors and won hearty eulogies from all though Mr Dixon of Mary's excepted to it, asking with a finicking air did he purpose also to carry coals to Newcastle. Mr Mulligan however made court to the scholarly by an apt quotation from the classics which as it dwelt upon his memory seemed to him a sound and tasteful support of his contention: Talis ac tanta depravatio hujus seculi, O quirites, ut matres familiarum nostro lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt: while for those of ruder wit he drove home his point by analogies of the animal kingdom more suitable to their stomach, the buck and doe of the forest glade, the farmyard drake and duck.

Valuing himself not a little upon his elegance, being indeed a proper man of his person, this talkative now applied himself to his dress with animadversions of some heat upon the sudden whimsy of the atmospherics while the company lavished their encomiums upon the project he had advanced. The young gentleman, his friend, overjoyed as he was at a passage that had befallen him, could not forbear to tell it his nearest neighbour. Mr Mulligan, now perceiving the table, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, seeing the stranger, he made him a civil bow and said, Pray, sir, was you in need of any professional assistance we could give? Who, upon his offer, thanked him very heartily, though preserving his proper distance, and replied that he was come there about a lady, now an inmate of Horne's house, that was in an interesting condition, poor lady, from woman's woe (and here he fetched a deep sigh) to know if her happiness had yet taken place. Mr Dixon, to turn the table, took on to ask Mr Mulligan himself whether his incipient ventripotence, upon which he rallied him, betokened an ovoblastic gestation in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due as with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to a wolf in the stomach. For answer Mr Mulligan, in a gale of laughter at his smalls, smote himself bravely below the diaphragm, exclaiming with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan (the most excellent creature of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop): There's a belly that never bore a bastard. This was so happy a conceit that it renewed the storms of mirth and threw the whole room into the most violent agitations of delight. The spry rattle had run on in the same vein of mimicry but for some larum in the antechamber.

Here the listener, who was none other than the Scotch student, a little fume of a fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the liveliest fashion with the young gentleman and, interrupting the narrative at a salient point, having desired his visavis with a polite beck to have the obligingness to pass him a flagon of cordial waters at the same time by a questioning pose of the head (a whole century of polite breeding had not achieved so nice a gesture) to which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the head, asked the narrator as plainly as was ever done in words if he might treat him with a cup of it. Mais bien s?r, noble stranger, said he cheerily, et mille compliments. That you may and very opportunely. There wanted nothing but this cup to crown my felicity. But, gracious heaven, was I left with but a crust in my wallet and a cupful of water from the well, my God, I would accept of them and find it in my heart to kneel down upon the ground and give thanks to the powers above for the happiness vouchsafed me by the Giver of good things. With these words he approached the goblet to his lips, took a complacent draught of the cordial, slicked his hair and, opening his bosom, out popped a locket that hung from a silk riband that very picture which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein. Gazing upon those features with a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, he said, had you but beheld her as I did with these eyes at that affecting instant with her dainty tucker and her new coquette cap (a gift for her feast day as she told me) in such an artless disorder, of so melting a tenderness, 'pon my conscience, even you, Monsieur, had been impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the hands of such an enemy or to quit the field for ever. I declare, I was never so touched in all my life. God I thank thee as the Author of my days! Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her favours. A sigh of affection gave eloquence to these words and, having replaced the locket in his bosom, he wiped his eye and sighed again. Beneficent Disseminator of blessing to all Thy creatures, how great and universal must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can hold in thrall the free and the bond, the simple swain and the polished coxcomb, the lover in the heyday of reckless passion and the husband of maturer years. But indeed, sir, I wander from the point. How mingled and imperfect are all our sublunary joys! Maledicity! Would to God that foresight had remembered me to take my cloak along! I could weep to think of it. Then, though it had poured seven showers, we were neither of us a penny the worse. But beshrew me, he cried, clapping hand to his forehead, tomorrow will be a new day and, thousand thunders, I know of a marchand de capotes, Monsieur Poyntz, from whom I can have for a livre as snug a cloak of the French fashion as ever kept a lady from wetting. Tut, Tut! cries le Fécondateur, tripping in, my friend Monsieur Moore, that most accomplished traveller (I have just cracked a half bottle avec lui in a circle of the best wits of the town), is my authority that in Cape Horn, ventre biche, they have a rain that will wet through any, even the stoutest cloak. A drenching of that violence, he tells me, sans blague, has sent more than one luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world. Pooh! A livre! cries Monsieur Lynch. The clumsy things are dear at a sou. One umbrella, were it no bigger than a fairy mushroom, is worth ten such stopgaps. No woman of any wit would wear one. My dear Kitty told me today that she would dance in a deluge before ever she would starve in such an ark of salvation for, as she reminded me (blushing piquantly and whispering in my ear though there was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies), dame Nature, by the divine blessing, has implanted it in our heart and it has become a household word that il y a deux choses for which the innocence of our original garb, in other circumstances a breach of the proprieties, is the fittest nay, the only, garment. The first, said she (and here my pretty philosopher, as I handed her to her tilbury, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her tongue the outer chamber of my ear), the first is a bath... but at this point a bell tinkling in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the enrichment of our store of knowledge.

Amid the general vacant hilarity of the assembly a bell rang and while all were conjecturing what might be the cause Miss Callan entered and, having spoken a few words in a low tone to young Mr Dixon, retired with a profound bow to the company. The presence even for a moment among a party of debauchees of a woman endued with every quality of modesty and not less severe than beautiful refrained the humorous sallies even of the most licentious but her departure was the signal for an outbreak of ribaldry. Strike me silly, said Costello, a low fellow who was fuddled. A monstrous fine bit of cow-flesh! I'll be sworn she has rendezvoused you. What, you dog? Have you a way with them? Gad's bud. Immensely so, said Mr Lynch. The bedside manner it is that they use in the Mater hospice. Demme, does not Doctor O'Gargle chuck the nuns there under the chin? As I look to be saved I had it from my Kitty who has been wardmaid there any time these seven months. Lawksamercy, doctor, cried the young blood in the primrose vest, feigning a womanish simper and immodest squirmings of his body, how you do tease a body! Drat the man! Bless me, I'm all of a wibblywobbly. Why, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem that you are! May this pot of four half choke me, cried Costello, if she ain't in the family way. I knows a lady what's got a white swelling quick as I claps eyes on her. The young surgeon, however, rose and begged the company to excuse his retreat as the nurse had just then informed him that he was needed in the ward. Merciful providence had been pleased to put a period to the sufferings of the lady who was enceinte which she had borne with a laudable fortitude and she had given birth to a bouncing boy. I want patience, said he, with those who without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, saving the reverence due to the Deity, is the greatest power for happiness upon the earth. I am positive when I say that if need were I could produce a cloud of witnesses to the excellence of her noble exercitations which, so far from being a byword, should be a glorious incentive in the human breast. I cannot away with them. What? Malign such an one, the amiable Miss Callan, who is the lustre of her own sex and the astonishment of ours and at an instant the most momentous that can befall a puny child of clay? Perish the thought! I shudder to think of the future of a race where the seeds of such malice have been sown and where no right reverence is rendered to mother and maid in house of Horne. Having delivered himself of this rebuke he saluted those present on the by and repaired to the door. A murmur of approval arose from all and some were for ejecting the low soaker without more ado, a design which would have been effected nor would he have received more than his bare deserts had he not abridged his transgression by affirming with a horrid imprecation (for he swore a round hand) that he was as good a son of the true fold as ever drew breath. Stap my vitals, said he, them was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello which I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy mother that had the best hand to a rolypoly or a hasty pudding as you ever see what I always looks back on with a loving heart.

To revert to Mr Bloom who, after his first entry, had been conscious of some impudent mocks which he, however, had borne with being the fruits of that age upon which it is commonly charged that it knows not pity. The young sparks, it is true, were as full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the words of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not often nice: their testiness and outrageous mots were such that his intellects resiled from: nor were they scrupulously sensible of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their behalf. But the word of Mr Costello was an unwelcome language for him for he nauseated the wretch that seemed to him a cropeared creature of a misshapen gibbosity born out of wedlock and thrust like a crookback teethed and feet first into the world, which the dint of the surgeon's pliers in his skull lent indeed a colour to, so as it put him in thought of that missing link of creation's chain desiderated by the late ingenious Mr Darwin. It was now for more than the middle span of our allotted years that he had passed through the thousand vicissitudes of existence and, being of a wary ascendancy and self a man of a rare forecast, he had enjoined his heart to repress all motions of a rising choler and, by intercepting them with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, rash judgers scorn and all find tolerable and but tolerable. To those who create themselves wits at the cost of feminine delicacy (a habit of mind which he never did hold with) to them he would concede neither to bear the name nor to herit the tradition of a proper breeding: while for such that, having lost all forbearance, can lose no more, there remained the sharp antidote of experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate and inglorious retreat. Not but what he could feel with mettlesome youth which, caring nought for the mows of dotards or the gruntlings of the severe, is ever (as the chaste fancy of the Holy Writer express it) for eating of the tree forbid it yet not so far forth as to pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she was about her lawful occasions. To conclude, while from the sister's words he had reckoned upon a speedy delivery he was, however, it must be owned, not a little alleviated by the intelligence that the issue so auspicated after an ordeal of such duress now testified once more to the mercy as well as to the bounty of the Supreme Being.

Accordingly he broke his mind to his neighbour, saying that, to express his notion of the thing, his opinion (who ought not perchance to express one) was that one must have a cold constitution and a frigid genius not to be rejoiced by this freshest news of the fruition of her confinement since she had been in such pain through no fault of hers. The dressy young blade said it was her husband's that put her in that expectation or at least it ought to be unless she were another Ephesian matron. I must acquaint you, said Mr Crothers, clapping on the table so as to evoke a resonant comment of emphasis, old Glory Allelujerum was round again to-day, an elderly man with dundrearies, preferring through his nose a request to have word of Wilhelmina, my life, as he calls her. I bade him hold himself in readiness for that the event would burst anon. 'Slife, I'll be round with you. I cannot but extol the virile potency of the old bucko that could still knock another child out of her. All fell to praising of it, each after his own fashion, though the same young blade held with his former view that another than her conjugial had been the man in the gap, a clerk in orders, a linkboy (virtuous) or an itinerant vendor of articles needed in every household. Singular, communed the guest with himself, the wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis possessed by them, that the puerperal dormitory and the dissecting theatre should be the seminaries of such frivolity, that the mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a pinch of time these votaries of levity into exemplary practitioners of an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest. But, he further added, it is mayhap to relieve the pentup feelings that in common oppress them for I have more than once observed that birds of a feather laugh together.

But with what fitness, let it be asked, of the noble lord, his patron, has this alien, whom the concession of a gracious prince has admitted to civil rights, constituted himself the lord paramount of our internal polity? Where is now that gratitude which loyalty should have counselled? During the recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary advantage with his granados did this traitor to his kind not seize that moment to discharge his piece against the empire of which he is a tenant at will while he trembled for the security of his four per cents? Has he forgotten this as he forgets all benefits received? Or is it that from being a deluder of others he has become at last his own dupe as he is, if report belie him not his own and his only enjoyer? Far be it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a respectable lady, the daughter of a gallant major, or to cast the most distant reflections upon her virtue but if he challenges attention there (as it was indeed highly his interest not to have done) then be it so. Unhappy woman she has been too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to listen to his objurgations with any other feeling than the derision of the desperate. He says this, a censor of morals, a very pelican in his piety, who did not scruple, oblivious of the ties of nature, to attempt illicit intercourse with a female domestic drawn from the lowest strata of society. Nay, had the hussy's scouringbrush not been her tutelary angel it had gone with her as hard as with Hagar, the Egyptian! In the question of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him from an indignant rancher a scathing retort couched in terms as straightforward as they were bucolic. It ill becomes him to preach that gospel. Has he not nearer home a seed-field that lies fallow for the want of a ploughshare? A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an opprobium in middlelife. If he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the doctrines that now engross him. His marital breast is the repository of secrets which decorum is reluctant to adduce. The lewd suggestions of some faded beauty may console him for a consort neglected and debauched but this new exponent of morals and healer of ills is at his best an exotic tree which, when rooted in its native orient, throve and flourished and was abundant in balm but, transplanted to a clime more temperate, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the stuff that comes away from it is stagnant, acid and inoperative.

The news was imparted with a circumspection recalling the ceremonial usages of the Sublime Porte by the second female infirmarian to the junior medical officer in residence, who in his turn announced to the delegation that an heir had been born. When he had betaken himself to the women's apartment to assist at the prescribed ceremony of the afterbirth in the presence of the secretary of state for domestic affairs and the members of the privy council, silent in unanimous exhaustion and approbation, the delegates, chafing under the length and solemnity of their vigil and hoping that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the simultaneous absence of abigail and officer rendered the easier, broke out at once into a strife of tongues. In vain the voice of Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring to urge, to mollify, to restrain. The moment was too propitious for the display of that discursiveness which seemed the only bond of union among tempers so divergent. Every phase of the situation was successively eviscerated: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the Caesarean section, posthumity with respect to the father and, that rarer form, with respect to the mother, the fratricidal case known as the Childs murder and endered memorable by the impassioned plea of Mr Advocate Bushe which secured the acquittal of the wrongfully accused, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated and dissimulated, acardiac ftus in ftu, aprosopia due to a congestion, the agnatia of certain chinless Chinamen (cited by Mr Candidate Mulligan) in consequence of defective reunion of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that (as he said) one ear could hear what the other spoke, the benefits of anesthesia or twilight sleep, the prolongation of labour pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of pressure on the vein, the premature relentment of the amniotic fluid (as exemplified in the actual case) with consequent peril of sepsis to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of syringes, involution of the womb consequent upon the menopause, the problem of the perpetuation of the species in the case of females impregnated by delinquent rape, that distressing manner of delivery called by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the recorded instances of multigeminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the catamenic period or of consanguineous parents - in a word all the cases of human nativity which Aristotle has classified in his master-piece with chromolithographic illustrations. The gravest problems of obstetrics and forensic medicine were examined with as much animation as the most popular beliefs on the state of pregnancy such as the forbidding to a gravid woman to step over a country stile lest, by her movement, the navelcord should strangle her creature and the injunction upon her in the event of a yearning, ardently and ineffectually entertained, to place her hand against that part of her person which long usage has consecrated as the seat of castigation. The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a primafacie and natural hypothetical explanation of swineheaded (the case of Madame Grissel Steevens was not forgotten) or doghaired infants occasionally born. The hypothesis of a plasmic memory, advanced by the taledonian envoy and worthy of the metaphysical traditions of the land he stood for, envisaged in such cases an arrest of embryonic development at some stage antecedent to the human. An outlandish delegate sustained against both these views with such heat as almost carried conviction the theory of copulation between women and the males of brutes, his authority being his own avouchment in support of fables such as that of the Minotaur which the genius of the elegant Latin poet has handed down to us in the pages of his Metamorphoses. The impression made by his words was immediate but shortlived. It was effaced as easily as it had been evoked by an allocution from Mr Candidate Mulligan in that vein of pleasantry which none better than he knew know to affect, postulating as the supremest object of desire a nice clean old man. Contemporaneously, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Candidate Lynch regarding the juridical and theological dilemma in the even of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Canvasser Bloom for instant submittal to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. Hitherto silent, whether the better to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity of the garb with which he was invested or in obedience to an inward voice, he delivered briefly, and as some thought perfunctorily, the ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to put asunder what God has joined.

But Malachias' tale began to freeze them with horror. He conjured up the scene before them. The secret panel beside the chimney slid back and in the recess appeared... Haines! Which of us did not feel his flesh creep? He had a portfolio full of Celtic literature in one hand, in the other a phial marked Poison. Surprise, horror, loathing were depicted on all faces while he eyed them with a ghastly grin. I anticipated some such reception, he began with an eldritch laugh, for which, it seems, history is to blame. Yes, it is true. I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. And how I am punished! The inferno has no terrors for me. This is the appearance is on me. Tare and ages, what way would I be resting at all, he muttered thickly, and I tramping Dublin this while back with my share of songs and himself after me the like of a soulth or a bullawurrus? My hell, and Ireland's, is in this life. It is what I tried to obliterate my crime. Distractions, rookshooting, the Erse language (he recited some), laudanum (he raised the phial to his lips), camping out. In vain! His spectre stalks me. Dope is my only hope... Ah! Destruction! The black panther! With a cry he suddenly vanished and the panel slid back. An instant later his head appeared in the door opposite and said: Meet me at Westland row station at ten past eleven. He was gone! Tears gushed from the eyes of the dissipated host. The seer raised his hand to heaven, murmuring: The vendetta of Mananaan! The sage repeated Lex talionis. The sentimentalist is he who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a thing done. Malachias, overcome by emotion, ceased. The mystery was unveiled. Haines was the third brother. His real name was Childs. The black panther was himself the ghost of his own father. He drank drugs to obliterate. For this relief much thanks. The lonely house by the graveyard is uninhabited. No soul will live there. The spider pitches her web in the solitude. The nocturnal rat peers from his hole. A curse is on it. It is haunted. Murderer's ground.

What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the virtue of the chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to be gay with the merry and mournful with the downcast, so too is her age changeable as her mood. No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence, that staid agent of publicity and holder of a modest substance in the funds. He is young Leopold, as in a retrospective arrangement, a mirror within a mirror (hey, presto!), he beholdeth himself. That young figure of then is seen, precociously manly, walking on a nipping morning from the old house in Clambrassil street to the high school, his book satchel on him bandolierwise, and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a mother's thought. Or it is the same figure, a year or so gone over, in his first hard hat (ah, that was a day!), already on the road, a fullfledged traveller for the family firm, equipped with an orderbook, a scented handkerchief (not for show only), his case of bright trinketware (alas, a thing now of the past!), and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out upon her fingertips or for a budding virgin shyly acknowledging (but the heart? tell me!) his studied baisemoins. The scent, the smile but more than these, the dark eyes and oleaginous address brought home at duskfall many a commission to the head of the firm seated with Jacob's pipe after like labours in the paternal ingle (a meal of noodles, you may be sure, is aheating), reading through round horned spectacles some paper from the Europe of a month before. But hey, presto, the mirror is breathed on and the young knighterrant recedes, shrivels, to a tiny speck within the mist. Now he is himself paternal and these about him might be his sons. Who can say? The wise father knows his own child. He thinks of a drizzling night in Hatch street, hard by the bonded stores there, the first. Together (she is a poor waif, a child of shame, yours and mine and of all for a bare shilling and her luck-penny), together they hear the heavy tread of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new royal university. Bridie! Bridie Kelly! He will never forget the name, ever remember the night, first night, the bridenight. They are entwined in nethermost darkness, the willer with the willed, and in an instant (fiat!) light shall flood the world. Did heart leap to heart? Nay, fair reader. In a breath 'twas done but - hold! Back! It must not be! In terror the poor girl flees away through the murk. She is the bride of darkness, a daughter of night. She dare not bear the sunnygolden babe of day. No, Leopold! Name and memory solace thee not. That youthful illusion of thy strength was taken from thee and in vain. No son of thy loins is by thee. There is none now to be for Leopold, what Leopold was for Rudolph.

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the soul is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived. A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a mare leading her fillyfoal. Twilight phantoms are they yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a supple tendonous neck, the meek apprehensive skull. They fade, sad phantoms: all is gone. Agendath is a waste land, a home of screechowls and the sandblind upupa. Netaim, the golden, is no more. And on the highway of the clouds they come, muttering thunder of rebellion, the ghosts of beasts. Huuh! Hark! Huuh! Parallax stalks behind and goads them, the lancinating lightnings of whose brow are scorpions. Elk and yak, the bulls of Bashan and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they come trooping to the sunken sea, Lacus Mortis. Ominous, revengeful zodiacal host! They moan, passing upon the clouds, horned and capricorned, the trumpeted with the tusked, the lionmaned the giantantlered, snouter and crawler, rodent, ruminant and pachyderm, all their moving moaning multitude, murderers of the sun.

Onward to the dead sea they tramp to drink, unslaked and with horrible gulpings, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. And the equine portent grows again, magnified in the deserted heavens, nay to heaven's own magnitude, till it looms, vast, over the house of Virgo. And, lo, wonder of metempsychosis, it is she, the everlasting bride, harbinger of the daystar, the bride, ever virgin. It is she, Martha, thou lost one, Millicent, the young, the dear, the radiant. How serene does she now arise, a queen among the Pleiades, in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright gold, coifed with a veil of what do you call it gossamer! It floats, it flows about her starborn flesh and loose it streams emerald, sapphire, mauve and heliotrope, sustained on currents of cold interstellar wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling, writhing in the skies a mysterious writing till after a myriad metamorphoses of symbol, it blazes, Alpha, a ruby and triangled sign upon the forehead of Taurus.

Francis was reminding Stephen of years before when they had been at school together in Conmee's time. He asked about Glaucon, Alcibiades, Pisistratus. Where were they now? Neither knew. You have spoken of the past and its phantoms, Stephen said. Why think of them? If I call them into life across the waters of Lethe will not the poor ghosts troop to my call? Who supposes it? I, Bous Stephanoumenos, bullockbefriending bard, am lord and giver of their life. He encircled his gadding hair with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. That answer and those leaves, Vincent said to him, will adorn you more fitly when something more, and greatly more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius father. All who wish you well hope this for you. All desire to see you bring forth the work you meditate. I heartily wish you may not fail them. O no, Vincent, Lenehan said, laying a hand on the shoulder near him, have no fear. He could not leave his mother an orphan. The young mans face grew dark. All could see how hard it was for him to be reminded of his promise and of his recent loss. He would have withdrawn from the feast had not the noise of voices allayed the smart. Madden had lost five drachmas on Sceptre for a whim of the rider's name: Lenehan as much more. He told them of the race. The flag fell and, huuh, off, scamper, the mare ran out freshly with O. Madden up. She was leading the field: all hearts were beating. Even Phyllis could not contain herself. She waved her scarf and cried: Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But in the straight on the run home when all were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. All was lost now. Phyllis was silent: her eyes were sad anemones. Juno, she cried, I am undone. But her lover consoled her and brought her a bright casket of gold in which lay some oval sugarplums which she partook. A tear fell: one only. A whacking fine whip, said Lenehan, is W. Lane. Four winners yesterday and three today. What rider is like him? Mount him on the camel or the boisterous buffalo the victory in a hack canter is still his. But let us bear it as was the ancient wont. Mercy on the luckless! Poor Sceptre! he said with a light sigh. She is not the filly that she was. Never, by this hand, shall we behold such another. By gad, sir, a queen of them. Do you remember her, Vincent? I wish you could have seen my queen today, Vincent said, how young she was and radiant (Lalage were scarce fair beside her) in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I do not know the right name of it. The chestnuts that shaded us were in bloom: the air drooped with their persuasive odour and with pollen floating by us. In the sunny patches one might easily have cooked on a stone a batch of those buns with Corinth fruit in them that Periplepomenos sells in his booth near the bridge. But she had nought for her teeth but the arm with which I held her and in that she nibbled mischievously when I pressed too dose. A week ago she lay ill, four days on the couch, but today she was free, blithe, mocked at peril. She is more taking then. Her posies too! Mad romp that it is, she had pulled her fill as we reclined together. And in your ear, my friend, you will not think who met us as we left the field. Conmee himself! He was walking by the hedge, reading, I think a brevier book with, I doubt not, a witty letter in it from Glycera or Chloe to keep the page. The sweet creature turned all colours in her confusion, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the very trees adore her. When conmee had passed she glanced at her lovely echo in the little mirror she carries. But he had been kind. In going by he had blessed us. The gods too are ever kind, Lenehan said. If I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of his may serve me more propensely. He was laying his hand upon a winejar: Malachi saw it and withheld his act, pointing to the stranger and to the scarlet label. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. His soul is far away. It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born. Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods. Do you not think it, Stephen? Theosophos told me so, Stephen answered, whom in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the mysteries of karmic law. The lords of the moon, Theosophos told me, an orange-fiery shipload from planet Alpha of the lunar chain, would not assume the etheric doubles and these were therefore incarnated by the ruby-coloured egos from the second constellation.

However, as a matter of fact though, the preposterous surmise about him being in some description of a doldrums or other or mesmerised, which was entirely due to a misconception of the shallowest character, was not the case at all. The individual whose visual organs, while the above was going on, were at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation, was as astute if not astuter than any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary would have found themselves pretty speedily in the wrong shop. During the past four minutes or thereabouts he had been staring hard at a certain amount of number one Bass bottled by Messrs Bass and Co at Burton-on-Trent which happened to be situated amongst a lot of others right opposite to where he was and which was certainly calculated to attract anyone's remark on account of its scarlet appearance. He was simply and solely, as it subsequently transpired for reasons best known to himself which put quite an altogether different complexion on the proceedings, after the moment before's observations about boyhood days and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his own which the other two were as mutually innocent of as the babe unborn. Eventually, however, both their eyes met and, as soon as it began to dawn on him that the other was endeavouring to help himself to the thing, he involuntarily determined to help him himself and so he accordingly took hold of the mediumsized glass recipient which contained the fluid sought after and made a capacious hole in it by pouring a lot of it out with, also at the same time however, a considerable degree of attentiveness in order not to upset any of the beer that was in it about the place.

The debate which ensued was in its scope and progress an epitome of the course of life. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. The debaters were the keenest in the land, the theme they were engaged on the loftiest and most vital. The high hall of Horne's house had never beheld an assembly so representative and so varied nor had the old rafters of that establishment ever listened to a language so encyclopaedic. A gallant scene in truth it made. Crothers was there at the foot of the table in his striking Highland garb, his face glowing from the briny airs of the Mull of Galloway. There too, opposite to him was Lynch, whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. Next the Scotchman was the place assigned to Costello, the eccentric, while at his side was seated in stolid repose the squat form of Madden. The chair of the resident indeed stood vacant before the hearth but on either flank of it the figure of Bannon in explorer's kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted sharply with the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Lastly at the head of the board was the young poet who found a refuge from his labours of pedagogy and metaphysical inquisition in the convivial atmosphere of Socratic discussion, while to right and left of him were accommodated the flippant prognosticator, fresh from the hippodrome, and that vigilant wanderer, soiled by the dust of travel and combat and stained by the mire of an indelible dishonour, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that voluptuous loveliness which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages yet to come.

It had better be stated here and now at the outset that the perverted transcendentalism to which Mr S. Dedalus' (Div. Scep.) contentions would appear to prove him pretty badly addicted runs directly counter to accepted scientific methods. Science, it cannot be too often repeated, deals with tangible phenomena. The man of science like the man in the street has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be blinked and explain them as best he can. There may be, it is true, some questions which science cannot answer - at present - such as the first problem submitted by Mr L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) regarding the future determination of sex. Must we accept the view of Empedocles of Trinacria that the right ovary (the postmenstrual period, assert others) is responsible for the birth of males or are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it, as most embryologists incline to opine, such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold and Valenti, a mixture of both? This would be tantamount to a cooperation (one of nature's favourite devices) between the nisus formativus of the nemasperm on the one hand and on the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix, of the passive element. The other problem raised by the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. It is interesting because, as he pertinently remarks, we are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. Mr M. Mulligan (Hyg. et Eug. Doc.) blames the sanitary conditions in which our greylunged citizens contract adenoids, pulmonary complaints etc. by inhaling the bacteria which lurk in dust. These facts, he alleges, and the revolting spectacles offered by our streets, hideous publicity posters, religious ministers of all denominations, mutilated soldiers and sailors, exposed scorbutic cardrivers, the suspended carcases of dead animals, paranoic bachelors and unfructified duennas - these, he said, were accountable for any and every fallingoff in the calibre of the race. Kalipedia, he prophesied, would soon be generally adopted and all the graces of life, genuinely good music, agreeable literature, light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of the classical statues such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were in a particular condition to pass the intervening months in a most enjoyable manner. Mr J. Crotthers (Disc. Bacc.) attributes some of these demises to abnormal trauma in the case of women workers subjected to heavy labours in the workshop and to marital discipline in the home but by far the vast majority to neglect, private or official, culminating in the exposure of newborn infants, the practice of criminal abortion or in the atrocious crime of infanticide. Although the former (we are thinking of neglect) is undoubtedly only too true the case he cites of nurses forgetting to count the sponges In the peritoneal cavity is too rare to be normative. In fact when one comes to look into it the wonder is that so many pregnancies and deliveries go off so well as they do, all things considered and in spite of our human shortcomings which often balk nature in her intentions. An ingenious suggestion is that thrown out by Mr V. Lynch (Bacc. Arith.) that both natality and mortality, as well as all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements, lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general, everything, in fine, in nature's vast workshop from the extinction of some remote sun to the blossoming of one of the countless flowers which beautify our public parks, is subject to a law of numeration as yet unascertained. Still the plain straightforward question why a child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood (though other children of the same marriage do not) must certainly, in the poet's words, give us pause. Nature, we may rest assured, has her own good and cogent reasons for whatever she does and in all probability such deaths are due to some law of anticipation by which organisms in which morbous germs have taken up their residence (modern science has conclusively shown that only the plasmic substance can be said to be immortal) tend to disappear at an increasingly earlier stage of development, an arrangement, which, though productive of pain to some of our feelings (notably the maternal), is nevertheless, some of us think, in the long run beneficial to the race in general in securing thereby the survival of the fittest. Mr S. Dedalus' (Div. Scep.) remark (or should it be called an interruption?) that an omnivorous being which can masticate, deglute, digest and apparently pass through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not to speak of jaundiced politicians and chlorotic nuns, might possibly find gastric relief in an innocent collation of staggering bob, reveals as nought else could and in a very unsavoury light the tendency above alluded to. For the enlightenment of those who are not so intimately acquainted with the minutiae of the municipal abattoir as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all his overweening bumptiousness in things scientific can scarcely distinguish an acid from an alkali prides himself on being, it should perhaps be stated that staggering bob in the vile parlance of our lower class licensed victuallers signifies the cookable and eatable flesh of a calf newly dropped from its mother. In a recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom (Pubb. Canv.) which took place in the commons' hall of the National Maternity Hospital, 29, 30 and 31 Holles street, of which, as is well known, Dr A. Horne (Lic. in Mdw., F. K. Q. C. P. I.) is the able and popular master, he is reported by eyewitnesses as having stated that once a woman has let the cat into the bag (an esthetic allusion, presumably, to one of the most complicated and marvellous of all nature's processes, the act of sexual congress) she must let it out again or give it life, as he phrased it, to save her own. At the risk of her own was the telling rejoinder of his interlocutor none the less effective for the moderate and measured tone in which it was delivered.

Meanwhile the skill and patience of the physician had brought about a happy accouchement. It had been a weary weary while both for patient and doctor. All that surgical skill could do was done and the brave woman had manfully helped. She had. She had fought the good fight and now she was very very happy. Those who have passed on, who have gone before, are happy too as they gaze down and smile upon the touching scene. Reverently look at her as she reclines there with the motherlight in her eyes, that longing hunger for baby fingers (a pretty sight it is to see), in the first bloom of her new motherhood, breathing a silent prayer of thanksgiving to One above, the Universal Husband. And as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one blessing more, to have her dear Doady there with her to share her joy, to lay in his arms that mite of God's clay, the fruit of their lawful embraces. He is older now (you and I may whisper it) and a trifle stooped in the shoulders yet in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has come to the conscientious second accountant of the Ulster bank, College Green branch. O Doady, loved one of old, faithful lifemate now, it may never be again, that faroff time of the roses! With the old shake of her pretty head she recalls those days. God, how beautiful now across the mist of years! But their children are grouped in her imagination about the bedside, hers and his, Charley, Mary Alice, Frederick Albert (if he had lived), Mamy, Budgy (Victoria Frances), Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling little Bobsy (called after our famous hero of the South African war, lord Bobs of Waterford and Candahar) and now this last pledge of their union, a Purefoy if ever there was one, with the true Purefoy nose. Young hopeful will be christened Mortimer Edward after the influential third cousin of Mr Purefoy in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. And so time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. No, let no sigh break from that bosom, dear gentle Mina. And Doady, knock the ashes from your pipe, the seasoned briar you still fancy when the curfew rings for you (may it be the distant day!) and dout the light whereby you read in the Sacred Book for the oil too has run low and so with a tranquil heart to bed, to rest. He knows and will call in His own good time. You too have fought the good fight and played loyally your man's part. Sir, to you my hand. Well done, thou good and faithful servant!

There are sins or (let us call them as the world calls them) evil memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart but they abide there and wait. He may suffer their memory to grow dim, let them be as though they had not been and all but persuade himself that they were not or at least were otherwise. Yet a chance word will call them forth suddenly and they will rise up to confront him in the most various circumstances, a vision or a dream, or while timbrel and harp soothe his senses or amid the cool silver tranquillity of the evening or at the feast at midnight when he is now filled with wine. Not to insult over him will the vision come as over one that lies under her wrath, not for vengeance to cut off from the living but shrouded in the piteous vesture of the past, silent, remote, reproachful.

The stranger still regarded on the face before him a slow recession of that false calm there, imposed, as it seemed, by habit or some studied trick, upon words so embittered as to accuse in their speaker an unhealthiness, a flair, for the cruder things of life. A scene disengages itself in the observer's memory, evoked, it would seem, by a word of so natural a homeliness as if those days were really present there (as some thought) with their immediate pleasures. A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the game but with much real interest in the pellets as they run slowly forward over the sward or collide and stop, one by its fellow, with a brief alert shock. And yonder about that grey urn where the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know not what of arresting in her pose then, Our Lady of the Cherries, a comely brace of them pendent from an ear, bringing out the foreign warmth of the skin so daintily against the cool ardent fruit. A lad of four or five in linseywoolsey (blossomtime but there will be cheer in the kindly hearth when ere long the bowls are gathered and hutched) is standing on the urn secured by that circle of girlish fond hands. He frowns a little just as this young man does now with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of danger but must needs glance at whiles towards where his mother watches from the piazzetta giving upon the flower-close with a faint shadow of remoteness or of reproach (alles Verg?nghche) in her glad look.

Mark this farther and remember. The end comes suddenly. Enter that antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their faces. Nothing, as it seems, there of rash or violent. Quietude of custody rather, befitting their station in that house, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of angels about a crib in Bethlehem of Juda long ago. But as before the lightning the serried stormclouds, heavy with preponderant excess of moisture, in swollen masses turgidly distended, compass earth and sky in one vast slumber, impending above parched field and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an instant a flash rives their centres and with the reverberation of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so and not otherwise was the transformation, violent and instantaneous, upon the utterance of the Word.

Burke's! Outflings my lord Stephen, giving the cry, and a tag and bobtail of all them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor, punctual Bloom at heels with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what not. A dedale of lusty youth, noble every student there. Nurse Callan taken aback in the hallway cannot stay them nor smiling surgeon coming downstairs with news of placentation ended, a full pound if a milligramme. They hark him on. The door! It is open? Ha? They are out tumultuously, off for a minute's race, all bravely legging it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. Dixon follows, giving them sharp language but raps out an oath, he too, and on. Bloom stays with nurse a thought to send a kind word to happy mother and nurseling up there. Doctor Diet and Doctor Quiet. Looks she too not other now? Ward of watching in Horne's house has told its tale in that washedout pallor. Them all being gone, a glance of motherwit helping he whispers close in going: Madam, when comes the storkbird for thee?

The air without is impregnated with raindew moisture, life essence celestial, glistering on Dublin stone there under starshiny coelum. God's air, the Allfather's air, scintillant circumambient cessile air. Breathe it deep into thee. By heaven, Theodore Purefoy, thou hast done a doughty deed and no botch! Thou art, I vow, the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Astounding! In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast fructified with thy modicum of man's work. Cleave to her! Serve! Toil on, labour like a very bandog and let scholarment and all Malthusiasts go hang. Thou art all their daddies, Theodore. Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher's bills at home and ingots (not thine!) in the countinghouse? Head up? For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. See, thy fleece is drenched. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his Joan? A canting jay and a rheumeyed curdog is all their progeny. Pshaw, I tell thee! He is a mule, a dead gasteropod, without vim or stamina, not worth a cracked kreutzer. Copulation without population! No, say I! Herod's slaughter of the innocents were the truer name. Vegetables, forsooth, and sterile cohabitation! Give her beefsteaks, red, raw, bleeding! She is a hoary pandemonium of ills, enlarged glands, mumps, quinsy, bunions, hayfever, bedsores, ringworm, floating kidney, Derbyshire neck, warts, bilious attacks, gallstones, cold feet, varicose veins. A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all such congenital defunctive music. Twenty years of it, regret them not. With thee it was not as with many that will and would and wait and never do. Thou sawest thy America, thy lifetask, and didst charge to cover like the transpontine bison. How saith Zarathusthra? Deine kuh Trübsal melkest Du. Nun trinkst Du die süsse Milch des Euters. See! It displodes for thee in abundance. Drink, man, an udderful! Mother's milk, Purefoy, the milk of human kin, milk too of those burgeoning stars overhead, rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as those rioters will quaff in their guzzlingden, milk of madness, the honeymilk of Canaan's land. Thy cow's dug was tough, what? Ay, but her milk is hot and sweet and fattening. No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber. To her, old patriarch! Pap! Per deam Partulam et Pertundam nunc est bibendum!

All off for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the street. Bonafides. Where you slep las nigh? Timothy of the battered naggin. Like ole Billyo. Any brollies or gumboots in the family? Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole clo? Sorra one o me knows. Hurrah there, Dix! Forward the ribbon counter. Where's Punch? All serene. Jay, look at the drunken minister coming out of the maternity hospal! Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. A make, mister. The Denzille lane boys. Hell, blast ye! Scoot. Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of the bleeding limelight. Yous join us, dear sir? No hentrusion in life. Lou heap good man. Allee samee this bunch. En avant, mes enfants! Fire away number one on the gun. Burke's! Thence they advanced five parasangs. Slattery's mounted foot where's that bleeding awfur? Parson Steve, apostates' creed! No, no. Mulligan! Abaft there! Shove ahead. Keep a watch on the clock. Chuckingout time. Mullee! What's on you? Ma mère m'a mariée. British Beatitudes! Ratamplan Digidi Boum Boum. Ayes have it. To be printed and bound at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. Calf covers of pissedon green. Last word in art shades. Most beautiful book come out of Ireland my time. Silentium! Get a spurt on. Tention. Proceed to nearest canteen and there annex liquor stores. March! Tramp, tramp the boys are (attitudes!) parching. Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops. Whether on the scaffold high. Beerbeef trample the bibles. When for Irelandear. Trample the trampellers. Thunderation! Keep the durned millingtary step. We fall. Bishops' boosebox. Halt! Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my tootsies! You hurt? Most amazingly sorry!

Query. Who's astanding this here do? Proud possessor of damnall. Declare misery. Bet to the ropes. Me nantee saltee. Not a red at me this week gone. Yours? Mead of our fathers for the übermensch. Dittoh. Five number ones. You, sir? Ginger cordial. Chase me, the cabby's candle. Stimulate the caloric. Winding of his ticker. Stopped short never to go again when the old. Absinthe for me, savvy? Caramba! Have an eggnog or a prairie oyster. Enemy? Avuncular's got my timepiece. Ten to. Obligated awful. Don't mention it. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix? Pos fact. Got bet be a boomblebee whenever he was settin sleep in hes bit garten. Digs up near the Mater. Buckled he is. Know his dona? Yup, sartin, I do. Full of a dure. See her in her dishybilly. Peels off a credit. Lovey lovekin. None of your lean kine, not much. Pull down the blind, love. Two Ardilauns. Same here. Look slippery. If you fall don't wait to get up. Five, seven, nine. Fine! Got a prime pair of mincepies, no kid. And her take me to rests and her anker of rum. Must be seen to be believed. Your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart, O gluepot. Sir? Spud again the rheumatiz? All poppycock, you'll scuse me saying. For the hoi polloi. I vear thee best a gert vool. Well, doc? Back fro Lapland? Your corporosity sagaciating OK? How's the squaws and papooses? Womanbody after going on the straw? Stand and deliver. Password. There's hair. Ours the white death and the ruddy birth. Hi! Spit in your own eye, boss. Mummer's wire. Cribbed out of Meredith. Jesified orchidised polycimical jesuit! Aunty mine's writing Pa Kinch. Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi.

Hurroo! Collar the leather, youngun. Roun wi the nappy. Here, Jock braw Hielentman's your barleybree. Lang may your lum reek and your kailpot boil! My tipple. Merci. Here's to us. How's that? Leg before wicket. Don't stain my brandnew sitinems. Give's a shake of pepper, you there. Catch aholt. Caraway seed to carry away. Twig? Shrieks of silence. Every cove to his gentry mort. Venus Pandemos. Les petites femmes. Bold bad girl from the town of Mullingar. Tell her I was axing at her. Hauding Sara by the wame. On the road to Malahide. Me? If she who seduced me had left but the name. What do you want for ninepence? Machree, Macruiskeen. Smutty Moll for a mattress jig. And a pull altogether. Ex!

Waiting, guvnor? Most deciduously. Bet your boots on. Stunned like seeing as how no shiners is acoming, Underconstumble? He've got the chink ad lib. Seed near free poun on un a spell ago a said war hisn. Us come right in on your invite, see? Up to you, matey. Out with the oof. Two bar and a wing. You larn that go off of they there Frenchy bilks? Won't wash here for nuts nohow. Lil chile vely solly. Ise de cutest colour coon down our side. Gawds teruth, Chawley. We are nae fou. We're nae tha fou. Au reservoir, Mossoo. Tanks you.

'Tis, sure. What say? In the speakeasy. Tight. I shee you, shir. Bantam, two days teetee. Mowsing nowt but claretwine. Garn! Have a glint, do. Gum, I'm jiggered. And been to barber he have. Too full for words. With a railway bloke. How come you so? Opera he'd like? Rose of Castille. Rows of cast. Police! Some H2O for a gent fainted. Look at Bantam's flowers. Gemini, he's going to holler. The colleen bawn, my colleen bawn. O, cheese it! Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand. Had the winner today till I tipped him a dead cert. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen. Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the depot. Shove him a joey and grahamise. Mare on form hot order. Guinea to a goosegog. Tell a cram, that. Gospel-true. Criminal diversion? I think that yes. Sure thing. Land him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game. Madden back Madden's a maddening back. O, lust, our refuge and our strength. Decamping. Must you go? Off to mammy. Stand by. Hide my blushes someone. All in if he spots me. Comeahome, our Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo. Dinna forget the cowslips for hersel. Cornfide. Wha gev ye thon colt? Pal to pal. Jannock. Of John Thomas, her spouse. No fake, old man Leo. S'elp me, honest injun. Shiver my timbers if I had. There's a great big holy friar. Vyfor you no me tell? Vel, I ses, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I vil get misha mishinnah. Through yerd our lord, Amen.

You move a motion? Steve boy, you're going it some. More bluggy drunkables? Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation? Give's a breather. Landlord, landlord, have you good wine, staboo? Hoots, mon, wee drap to pree. Cut and some again. Right Boniface! Absinthe the lot. Nos omnes biberimus viridum toxicum diabolus capiat posteriora nostra Closingtime, gents. Eh? Rome boose for the Bloom toff. I hear you say onions? Bloo? Cadges ads? Photo's papli, by all that's gorgeous! Play low, pardner. Slide. Bonsoir la compagnie. And snares of the poxfiend. Where's the buck and Namby Amby? Skunked? Leg bail. Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. Checkmate. King to tower. Kind Kristyann will yu help, yung man hoose frend tuk bungalo kee to find plais whear to lay crown off his hed 2 night. Crickey, I'm about sprung. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest putties longbreakyet. Item, curate, couple of cookies for this child. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none! Not a pite of sheeses? Thrust syphilis down to hell and with him those other licensed spirits. Time. Who wander through the world. Health all. A la v?tre!

Golly, whatten tunket's yon guy in the mackintosh? Dusty Rhodes. Peep at his wearables. By mighty! What's he got? Jubilee mutton. Bovril, by James. Wants it real bad. D'ye ken bare socks? Seedy cuss in the Richmond? Rawthere! Thought he had a deposit of lead in his penis. Trumpery insanity. Bartle the Bread we calls him. That, sir, was once a prosperous cit. Man all tattered and torn that married a maiden all forlorn. Slung her hook, she did. Here see lost love. Walking Mackintosh of lonely canyon. Tuck and turn in. Schedule time. Nix for the hornies. Pardon? See him today at a runefal? Chum o yourn passed in his checks? Ludamassy! Pore picanninies! Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg! Did urns blubble bigsplash crytears cos fries Padney was took off in black bag? Of all de darkies Massa Pat was verra best. I never see the like since I was born. Tiens, tiens, but it is well sad, that, my faith, yes. O get, rev on a gradient one in nine. Live axle drives are souped. Lay you two to one Jenatzy licks him ruddy well hollow. Jappies? High angle fire, inyah! Sunk by war specials. Be worse for him, says he, nor any Rooshian. Time all. There's eleven of them. Get ye gone. Forward, woozy wobblers! Night. Night. May Allah, the Excellent One, your soul this night ever tremendously conserve.

Your attention! We're nae thy fou. The Leith police dismisseth us. The least tholice. Ware hawks for the chap puking. Unwell in his abominable regions. Yooka. Night. Mona, my thrue love. Yook. Mona, my own love. Ook.

Hark! Shut your obstropolos. Pflaap! Pflaap! Blaze on. There she goes. Brigade! Bout ship. Mount street way. Cut up. Pflaap! Tally ho. You not come? Run, skelter, race. Pflaaaap!

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[1]本章中，作者用英国散文发展史来象征婴儿从胚胎到分娩的发育过程。文中使用了古盖尔文、古拉丁文、古英文等多种语言，并模拟了班扬、笛福、斯特恩、谢里丹、古本、德・昆西、狄更斯、卡莱尔等英国文学史上二十余位散文大家的写作风格，以及本世纪初的新闻体，传教士的说教体和科学论文体。越到后面，文体越通俗，最后一种文体还搀杂了不少方言、俚语。这些在中译文中实难以表达。译者仅在前半部使用了半文半白的文体，逐渐恢复到白话。第一段的原文就是由古拉丁文和古盖尔文组成的。

[2]霍霍恩指霍利斯街妇产医院的安德鲁・霍恩博士，参看第八章注[77]。

[3]这是产婆为男婴接生后的吆喝。

[4]“繁殖的预言”，见《创世记》第9章第7节：“你们要生养众多，你们的子孙要布满全世界。”

[5]按十五世纪以来，爱尔兰在医学方面已取得了可观的成就。

[6]奥希尔、奥希基和奥利均为世代行医的家族，其中以尤格翰・奥希尔最为著名。他是吉尔肯尼帮派的军队中的首席医生，曾参与拥护英国查理一世的战役。在爱尔兰语中，奥希基这个姓氏的语根就是“治疗者”。奥利家族于十五世纪提供了一份完整的医学研究手抄本。

[7]指创设妇产医院。

[8]见《路加福音》第1章第31节：“你要怀孕生一个儿子，要给他取名叫耶稣。”

[9]莫纳岛是安格尔西岛（威尔士最大岛屿）的古称。

[10]据《马太福音》第2章第16节，耶稣降生后，希律王曾下令将伯利恒和附近地区两岁以内的男婴一律杀尽。 每年十二月二十八日为了纪念这些无辜者而举行圣婴孩殉教节。

[11]城堡，指产院的食堂。

[12]在一九0四年，都柏林确实有个叫作约瑟・迪克森的实习大夫，住在风凰公园附近的一条街上。

[13]指布卢姆被蜜蜂蜇过的事，参看第四章注[71]。

[14]玛罕德是中世纪对穆罕默德的通称。

[15]指沙丁鱼罐头。

[16]迦勒底指巴比伦尼亚南部（今伊拉克南部）地区。

[17]指面包。

[18]这里把《哈姆莱特》第1幕第2场中霍拉旭的话略加改动。原话是：“它的面甲是掀起的。”

[19]指犹太人每生一子，都盼望着他是救世主。参看第十二章注[541]。

[20]母鸡，指情妇，参看第十二章注[259]及有关正文。

[21]文森特・林奇是斯蒂芬的朋友，见第十章注[52]。威廉・马登是医科学生。

[22]阿尔巴・隆加为意大利古代城市，约公元前一一五二年建立。约公元前六00年为罗马人所毁。爱尔兰语中，阿尔巴指苏格兰，J．克罗瑟斯是医科学生。

[23]潘趣是酒名，见第六章注[149]。

[24]指难产时，究竟是保产妇还是保婴儿。

[25]托勒密，见第十二章注[380]。据他记载，艾布拉那位于都柏林的旧址。

[26]见《创世记》第3章第16节：“天主对那女人说：‘我要大大增加你怀孕的痛苦，生产的阵痛。’”

[27]阿尔布拉坎的圣乌尔坦（约死于656）是爱尔兰派往荷兰的传教士。

[28]地狱外缘指善良的非基督徒或未受洗礼者的灵魂之归宿。

[29]逐夜消灭之，暗指避孕与手淫。在第十五章中，布卢姆把西茜称作“生命之赐与者”，见该章注[935]。

[30]作为《圣经》上的动物，独角兽在基督教会中常用以比作基督；基督长着一只拯救人类的角，被圣母玛利亚所孕育。

[31]圣福蒂努斯，即圣福丁，三世纪时法国里昂的主教。

[32]指玛拉基。

[33]母亲教会是教会的拟人化，亲爱的教会之意。下文中的夜妖利利斯是犹太民间传说中的女妖，她司情欲，伤害儿童。但只要佩带有天使名字的护身符就可以消灾。

[34]“风播下……种子”，参看本章注[36]。

[35]“通过……嘴对嘴地”，套用《我的忧愁在海上》的诗句，参看第三章注[169]。

[36]据维吉尔的长诗《农事诗》第3卷，母马面对西风，站在蝗岩上，吸进微风，不经交配，便能怀孕。

[37]“月光花之腥臭”，指“月经期的女人”。古罗马作家普林尼（23一79）在他所著的《博物志》（77）中提到月经期间的妇女能够医治其他妇女的不孕症。

[38]当天早晨，斯蒂芬曾把阿威罗伊与摩西・迈蒙尼德联系在一起。参看第三章注[33]、[34]。阿威罗伊在《医学通则》（1169）中举例说，有个妇女与男子同浴，男子排到水中之精子遂使之怀孕。十七世纪的托马斯・布朗爵士在一六四六年的著作中提出这种事是绝对不可能的。

[39]神圣之母，指教会。

[40]波得原是个渔夫（见《马太福音》第4章第18至20节）。耶稣说他是磐石，“在这磐石上，我要建立我的教会。”（同上第16章第18节） 彼得被视为第一任教皇，故有渔夫之印玺一说。

[41]指不论产妇死亡后奉献黑弥撒还是为了新生婴儿举行洗礼，均需花钱。

[42]这里，斯蒂芬借用当天早晨勃克・穆利根所篡改《箴言》的话。参看第一章注[129]。

[43]这是浪子回头的譬喻中大儿子向财主抱怨他弟弟的话。参看《路加福音》第15章第29节。原话是：“他把你的财产都花在娼妓身上。”下文中的“谨慎者”，指布卢姆。

[44]布雷是爱尔兰威克洛郡的一座滨海城镇。《布雷教区代理主教》是一首歌的题目，描写一个随风转舵的代理主教。教皇庇护十世（1903一1914在位）一方面推行前任的方针批评意大利政府将罗马并入意大利王国，另一方面又与意大利政府保持友好关系，所以把他比作布雷教区代理主教。基督的代理则指教皇。

[45]此处把耶稣的话做了一些改动，原话是：“人的生存不仅是靠面包……”

[46]到十八世纪为止，西欧的金饰业兼开银行，发行钞票。

[47]“道成了肉身”一语出自《约翰福音》第1章第14节。“道”指耶稣。后面的“凡有血气者，均来归顺”，原文为拉丁文，参看第三章注[168]。

[48]“强有力的母亲”，见第一章注[16]。“可敬之母”则是把《圣母德叙祷文》中的“可敬者贞女”作了改动。

[49]伯尔纳，指明谷的圣伯尔纳，参看第十二章注[575]、第十三章注[39]。

[50]“拥有……术”。原文为拉丁文。

[51]远祖，指夏娃。

[52]奥古斯丁，见第十二章注[507]。

[53]原文为意大利语，出自《神曲・天堂》第33篇第1行，均指圣母玛利亚。按基督教的教义，玛利亚虽是童贞女，却因圣神降临而生下耶稣，所以说她是“童贞之母”（见《路加福音》第1章）。耶稣虽是她的儿子，即又是天主圣子，以色列人一向称天主作父亲（见《马太福音》第5章第16节：“你们在天上的父亲”）故有“汝子之女”的说法。

[54]杰克是约翰的别称。《杰克所盖之房》系一首摇篮曲的题目。

[55]参看《马太福音》第26章第34节：“耶稣对彼得说：‘我告诉你，今天晚上，鸡叫以前，你会三次不认我。’”

[56]“因……等！”原文为法语。鸽子与利奥・塔克西尔，参看第三章注[67]、[75]。

[57]“非”和“即”，原文为德语。变体论是天主教会和基督教某些教派所使用的神学名词，谓圣餐礼所用的饼和酒经过祝福立即在实体上变成基督的肉与血。参看第一章注[7]。同体论是基督教神学名词，与变体论有根本性区别，认为基督的肉和血在实体上与圣餐礼上经过祝福的饼和酒同在。“实体下、 是作者杜撰的名词，暗指饼与肉变了质。

[58]阿尔马尼是德国古称。原文中《斯塔布・斯塔贝拉》与《站立的圣母》发音相近，参看第五章注[73]。这是奥利弗・圣约翰・戈加蒂所作另一首淫猥小调，参看第一章注[102]。

[59]英国公理会牧师威廉・埃利斯（1794一1872）在《三游马达加斯加》（伦敦，1838）一书中，对此略有记载。

[60]主啊，原文为希腊文，参看第七章注[108]。

[61]“为……秘”，原文为拉丁文。这是对赞歌的戏谑性模仿。

[62]维金纳琴是十六、十六世纪流行于英国的拨弦键琴。

[63]《上床！上床！》是约翰・弗莱彻（1579一1625）与弗朗西斯・博蒙特（约1584一1616）合写的戏剧《处女的悲剧》（约1610）中的小调的叠句。

[64]Beau（博）含有“花花公子”意，lecher（莱彻）含有“淫棍”意。

[65]关于弗莱彻与博蒙特跟一名娼妓住在一起的传说，见于约翰・奥布里（1626一1697）的《短促的生涯）（1898）。但书中所写不尽属实。例如奥布里说他们二人均为单身汉，与一名娼妓同住，但事实上弗莱彻是有妻室的。

[66]“生活……乐”一语，见第九章注（358）。

[67]《家乡风俗》（约1628）是弗莱彻与菲利普・马辛格尔（1583一1640）合写的一出戏的剧名。

[68]这里戏谑地改动了耶稣对门徒讲的话。原话是：“一个人为朋友牺牲自己的性命，人间的爱没有比这更伟大的了。”见《约翰福音》第15章第13节。

[69]“汝去，照样做之！”这里戏谑地套用了耶稣对法律教师说的话，耶稣的原意是叫这个法律教师像善良的撒马利亚人那样以仁慈待自己的邻人。见《路加福音》第10章第30至37节。

[70]查拉图斯特拉，见第一章注[128]。“法国文学”，亦可译为“法国信”，见第十三章注[102]。

[71]“次好之床”，见第九章注[346]。

[72]原文为拉丁文。“弟……祷，”这里把弥撒中教徒捐款后神父对众人所说的话作了改动。原话是：“弟兄们，伏祈全能天主圣父俯纳吾及汝等所作奉献。”

[73]“让……之日”一语，系将托马斯・穆尔的《让爱琳记住古老的岁月》和《申命记》第32章第7节“你当追想上古之日，思念历代之年”合并而成，参看第三章注[146]。

[74]“行邪淫”一语出自《以西结书》第16章第15节。

[75]“如]……踹踹”一语出自《申命记》第32章第15节。那书仑是对上主的子民以色列的诗意称呼。

[76]参看《旧约・耶利米哀歌》第5首第7、8节：“我们的祖宗犯了罪……我们被奴隶不如的人辖制。”

[77]米利是米列西亚的爱尔兰语称谓。参看第十二章注[427]。

[78]指穆利根与海恩斯（其父经售用药喇叭根做成的泻药，参看第一章注[26]）站在一道，排斥斯蒂芬。

[79]以色列人对东方各王和罗马人的屈从，被视为乃是对上帝的背叛。《旧约・以斯帖记》第1章第1节和第8章均提及印度王亚哈随鲁的事。

[80]何列布（西奈）、尼波与比斯迦这三座山均象征着摩西对以色列子民的领导地位，参看第七章注[220]。

[81]哈顿角峰，又名希亭角峰，加利利海以南的山区。

[82]天主允许赐给亚伯拉罕子孙的迄南乐上被称作“流淌奶与蜜的地方”，见《出埃及记》第33章第3节。这里把“蜜”改成了“钱”。

[83]这是斯蒂芬梦见他母亲的情景，参看第一章注[45]及有关正文。

[84]《七十子希腊文本圣经》是现存最古老的《旧约》希腊文译本。据传，公元前三世纪左右，从以色列十二支派中各选六人共七十二人，根据希伯来文译出。

[85]“来自穹苍的黎明”指耶稣。关于耶稣，《路加福音》 第1章第78节有“黎明从穹苍照耀我们，对一切生活在死亡阴影下的人赐与光明”之句。据尼科迪默斯伪经，耶稣复活后西蒙的两个儿子从死人中复活，告以耶稣一进入地狱，那里的黄铜之门便裂开了。

[86]塔尔是图利乌斯的简称。马库斯・图利乌斯・西塞罗，参看第七章注[54]。

[87]在《哈姆莱特》第1幕第5场中，父王的鬼魂对王子说他“白昼忍受火焰的烧灼……我不能违犯禁令，泄漏我在地狱中的秘密……”

[88]埃及之灾害，指蝇灾、雹灾、黑暗之灾等，参看《出埃及记》第7至12章。“场所”与“途径”，原文为拉丁文。

[89]指希腊神话中的命运三女神：老三织生命之线，老二规定线的长度，老大将线割断。

[90]用枝条所编之床指婴儿摩西躺在里面的篮子，参看第三章注[144]，第七章注[211）、[212]。

[91]参看《申命记》第34章第5、6节：“上主的仆人摩西死在摩押地……上主把他埋在伯比珥城对面的摩押山谷；直到今天，没有人知道他埋葬的地方。”

[92]在这里，陀斐特是地狱的代名词，典出自《耶利米书》第7章第30至33节。

[93]伊甸城，参看第三章注[18]。

[94]《斯……啊》，原文为法语。

[95]水晶宫建于一八五一年，设计者为约瑟夫・帕克斯顿（1801一1865）与查尔斯・福克斯（1810一1874），原在海德公园，一八五四年迁至伦敦近郊，一九三六年焚毁。

[96]这是农村集市上的一种赌博，能够猜中哪只贝壳底下藏有豌豆者获奖。

[97]这是乔治・谢泼德・伯利所作游戏诗《杰克盖起了大房》（1857）的头三行。第三行的杰克约翰，原诗作“伊凡”。

[98]托尔是北欧神话中的雷神，他的锤子是雷霆的象征，每次掷出后，又自动回到他手里。

[99]神老爹，参看第九章注[385]。

[100]语出《约翰福音》第6章第35节：“信吾者，永远不渴。”

[101]语出《马可福音》第12章第25节：“他们从死里复活的时候，要跟天上的天使一样，不娶亦不嫁。”

[102]菲茨吉本，参看第七章注[201]。

[103]希利，参看第七章注[203]。

[104]爱尔兰小说家乔治・穆尔（1852一1933）原为天主教徒，后皈依新教，袒护英国。

[105]威廉派指英国国教派。

[106]亚历克・班农是布卢姆的女儿米莉的男友，见第一章注[123]。

[107]圣斯维辛（死于862）是英国温切斯特地方的主教，每年七月十五为其节日。

[108]轻佻妞儿，指布卢姆的女儿米莉。“胖到脚后跟”是她给布卢姆的家信中语，见第四章注[62]及有关正文。

[109]原文作p1eadingherbelly，指为了保存胎儿而对被判死刑的怀孕妇女缓期执行。从字面上可译为“为她的肚子求情”。

[110]报喜节是纪念天使加百列告知圣母玛利亚她将生下耶稣的节日，每年三月二十五日举行。

[111]指詹姆斯王所钦定的《圣经》，意即普里福伊是新教徒。

[112]意即普里福伊是个老式循道公会教徒。该会初成立时， 教徒每周领圣体二次。一七八四年卫斯理宣布其教会已脱离圣公会独立。但有些保守教徒仍前往天主教堂领圣体。参看第八章注[94]。

[113]阉牛港，参看第一章注[121]。

[114]玛拉基，参看第一章注[101]。

[115]指《爱尔兰家园报》，参看第二章注[83]。

[116]指斯蒂芬介绍的迪希的信稿，参看第七章“在一家著名餐店里闹起的纠纷”―节。

[117]在西班牙产的白葡萄酒里搀上生鸡蛋和糖做成的饮料。

[118]波尔多是法国西南部吉伦特省省会，城郊有悠久的酿酒历史。

[119]将熊与几只狗关在一只坑里，在它们身上下赌注，并使其互斗。

[120]“牛群……浦”，参看第六章注[71]及有关正文。

[121]约瑟夫・卡夫，参看第四章注[18]。

[122]前文中曾提到下奥地利的御用马群以及该国兽医挂牌医治牛瘟事。见第二章注[71]及有关正文。

[123]莫斯科维（俄国古称），原为一二七一年以莫斯科为中心而建立的封建大公国，逐渐并吞周围的公国，完成统一大业。

[124]原文（cowcatcher）指车头前面的排障器。兽医是作者杜撰的含义。

[125]“抓住公牛角”，意指处理难题，参看第二章注[72]。

[126]瓷器店里的公牛是个成语，指动辄闯祸的莽汉，此处喻斯蒂芬毛手毛脚。Bull（公牛）一词，又含有“教皇训谕”意（见下注）。

[127]尼古拉斯指历史上唯一的英格兰籍教皇阿德里安四世（1154一1159在位），他曾授予英国坎特伯雷总主教秘书、索尔兹伯里的约翰一份训谕，将爱尔兰赠与英格兰国王亨利二世（参看第二章注[80]）。

[128]据索尔兹伯里记载，阿德里安四世（1154一1189在位）于一一五五年赠与亨利二世一颗嵌于金戒指上之绿宝石（爱尔兰岛别名绿宝石岛）。

[129]三叶苜蓿是爱尔兰国花，参看第五章注[50]。

[130]四片绿野，指爱尔兰的四省，参看第九章注[20]。

[131]指在忏悔阁子里向神父忏悔。

[132]国王登基时涂鲸脑油。

[133]黄金牛槽，指教堂。

[134]原文作Lord Harry。哈利是亨利的昵称。Lord Harry（或Old Harry）亦指魔鬼。

[135]罗斯康芒和斯莱戈各为爱尔兰康诺特省的一郡。康尼马拉是戈尔韦郡一地区。

[136]尼克是尼古拉斯的昵称，老尼克指魔鬼。

[137]指尼克拉斯蓄有七妾。

[138]“高贵的皮肤”一语出自都柏林盲歌手迈克尔・莫兰（1794一1346）的一首通俗歌曲，叶芝在《凯尔特的黎明》（伦敦，1393）中曾引用。

[139]小册子指教皇训谕，参看本章注[127]。

[140]“牛中之牛”，原文为不规范的拉丁文。

[141]著名斗牛，指圣彼得。

[142]新名指亨利二世于一一五四年继承王位，成为英格兰国王。

[143]公牛语指英语（英国或英国人的绰号为约翰牛）。按亨利二世是在法国长大的，只会讲法语和拉丁语。

[144]这里的“彼”指亨利八世（1509一1547在位），在其治下， 英国国会于一五三四年通过“至尊法案”，确走国王代替教皇成为英国圣公会首脑。一五四一年他成为爱尔兰国王（也是爱尔兰圣公会首脑）。

[145]“虽尿床”一语出自作者不明的一首俚谣。“仍……子汉”一语出自罗伯特・彭斯的诗《尽管这样又那样》（1795）。

[146]班农，见第四章中米莉致布卢姆信。

[147]在一八七一年进行改革之前，英陆军中可用钱购买军官头衔。

[148]兰贝岛位于都柏林东北十二英里处，系著名的鸟类禁猎地。

[149]福普林（Fopling）含有“花花公子”意。波平杰伊（popinjay），意即“自负者”。英国剧作家乔治・埃思里奇爵士（约1635一约1692）的喜剧《摩登人物》（1676）中的主角名叫福普林・弗贞特爵士。

[150]米尔克索普（Milksop）含有“儒夫”意。奎德南克（Quidnunc）意即“爱搬弄是非者”，英国作家理查德・斯梯尔（1672一1729）在《闲谈者》上发表的讽刺小品中的人物的名字与此相近。

[151]“坐……便宜”，一语出自斯威夫特的《文雅绝妙会话大全》。

[152]“最……担保”一语出自斯宾塞的《仙后》第1章，指子女。

[153]这里反用耶稣打的一个比喻。原作“有谁点了灯，拿来放在斗底或床下？”见《马可福音》第4章第21节。

[154]塔尔博特・德马拉海德爵士（生于1846）是个退休军人与地主。一八七八年，这个家族将兰贝岛售出。

[155]按英国人类学家弗朗西斯・高尔顿爵士（1822一1911）所倡导的“优生学”，当时方兴未艾。在《遗传天赋》（1869）一书中，他认为心理和生理特征是遗传的。

[156]“中心”，原文为希腊文，参看第一章注[34]。方尖碑是成对地耸立在古埃及神庙前的锥形石碑，以整块石料凿成，常用以向太阳神作奉献， 祈祝丰饶多产。

[157]泰恩河畔纽卡斯尔是英国煤都，自十六世纪起出口煤炭，因此，“运煤至纽卡斯尔”就成了“多此一举”的代用语。

[158]“噫……不顾”，原文为拉丁文，系穆利根所杜撰。百人队为古代罗马的步兵组织，每队一百人，六十队为一军团。

[159]指班农与布卢姆的女儿米莉交往事，见第一章注[124]。

[160]“饼与鱼”一语出自《马太福音》第14章第17节。

[161]奥斯汀・梅尔顿是当时都柏林杰维斯街医院的外科主治医生。

[162]胃中之狼是成语，意思是饿到极点，此处指穆利根贪吃。

[163]葛罗甘老婆婆，参看第一章注[54]及有关正文。

[164]《可惜她是个妓女》（1633）是约翰・福特（约1586一约1655）的剧目名。

[165]苏格兰学生，指克罗瑟斯。年轻绅士，指班农。

[166]、[167]原文为法语。

[166]、[167]原文为法语。

[168]软帽是布卢姆送给女儿米莉的，参看第四章米莉来信。

[169]原文为法语。capote（外衣）为避孕套的隐语。

[170]原文为法语。里弗尔原为法国金市，以后又发行银市与铜市。一七九四年废止，为法郎所代替。

[171]授精业者。原文为法语，指穆利根。

[172]指乔治・穆尔，参看第九章注[142]。

[173]——[176]原文为法语。

[173]——[176]原文为法语。

[173]——[176]原文为法语。

[173]——[176]原文为法语。

[177]苏是法国旧铜币，一苏为五生丁，二十苏为一法郎。

[178]“伞”为于宫帽的隐语。

[179]传说中认为由于仙女经常跳舞，致使茂草丛中生长环状的蘑菇。

[180]“在……下”，原文为法语。

[181]后生，指穆利根。

[182]坎特基塞姆（Cantekissem）与《要理问答》（Catechism）发音相近。

[183]外科医生，指迪克森。

[184]“多如云彩之证人”一语，出自《新约・希伯来书》第12章第1节。

[185]“尘土造出之”一语参看《创世记》第2章第7节：“后来，天主用地上的尘土造人”

[186]“孝敬父母”是《天主十诫》中的第五诫，见《出埃及记》第20章第12节。

[187]话语，原文为法语。

[188]在《亨利六世下篇》第5幕第6场中，亨利王说葛罗斯特公爵（后为理查三世）“一下地就满口生牙。”葛罗斯特说自己“出世时是两条腿先下地的”。此剧及《理查二世》中，均屡次提到葛罗斯特是驼背。

[189]指英国进化论的奠基人查理・达尔文（1809一1882）在《人类起源及性的选择》(1871）中所提人类与类人猿之间存在一种过渡生物的设想。

[190]“人生之半途”一语出自《神曲・地狱》第1篇。那时七十岁被视为人的平均年龄，而在一九0四年布卢姆为三十八岁。

[191]浮华青年，指穆利根。

[192]以弗所系希腊城市名。古罗马作家佩特罗尼乌斯（？一66）所著小说《萨蒂利孔》写一个以弗所寡妇，丈夫尸骨未寒，便另觅新欢。

[193]邓德利尔里勋爵是《我们的美国堂弟》中的人物，参看第七章注[179]。英国喜剧演员爱德华・萨森（1826一1881）扮演这个角色时，曾蓄一副长长的八字胡，因而风靡一时。

[194]格洛里・阿列路朱拉姆（指普里福伊）与拉丁文“天上的荣光・哈利路亚”发音相近，哈利路亚为犹太教与基督教的欢呼语，意为“赞美神”。

[195]风流后生，指穆利根。

[196]把关者，见第十二章注[75]。

[197]这里把谚语中的“同一色羽毛之鸟聚在一起”（意即物以类聚）做了改动。

[198]按布卢姆被认为是《爱尔兰联合报》主笔阿瑟・格里菲思的幕后指挥者，参看第三章注[108]。

[199]指一九0二年结束的布尔战争，参看第八章注[121]。

[200]中世纪的动物寓言中，把鹈鹕与耶稣联系在一起，母鹈鹕将自己的助旁戳破，把鲜血浇在幼雏的尸体上，使之复活。参看《约翰福音》第19章第34节：“一个士兵用枪刺耶稣的肋旁，立刻有血和水流出来。”

[201]据《创世记》第16章，亚伯兰的妻子莎莱不能生育，便提议收埃及女夏甲为妾，夏甲怀孕后，瞧不起莎莱，莎莱遂虐待夏甲。夏甲逃走，路遇天使，在其劝说下，回到莎莱跟前，从此顺从她，并生下以实玛利。

[202]基列是约旦河以东古代巴勒斯坦地区，即今约旦西北部，盛产草药。基列香油见《耶利米书》第8章第22节。

[203]“胎儿内胎儿”，原文为拉丁文。

[204]参看第九章注[531]及有关正文。

[205]昏睡分娩法，参看第八章注[103]。

[206]勃兰登堡是德国东北平原中央的一座城市。

[207]坠生，原文为德语。也叫坠胎，指坠落分娩。

[208]《杰作》，参看第十章注[118]。

[209]场所，原文作seat，亦作臀部解。

[210]格莉塞尔・斯蒂文斯夫人（1653一1746）是都柏林名医理查德之妹，她把哥哥的遗产捐献出来修建一座医院。她外出时总是蒙着面纱，以致人们疑她长着猪头。

[211]确凿，原文为拉丁文。

[212]喀里多尼亚是英伦三岛北部一地区的古称，大致相当于现在的苏格兰。

[213]指包括实在论者托马斯・里德（1710一1796）、詹姆斯・贝蒂（1735一1803）、杜格尔德・斯图尔特（1753一1828）等的苏格兰哲学派。此派的中心主张是：人类对世界和万物的本原有着直觉的认识。

[214]古罗马诗人奥维德（公元前43-公元18）在《变形记》第8卷中，描写克里特王弥诺斯之妻帕西淮与一头白毛公牛通奸，生下半人半牛之怪物弥诺陶洛斯，它被关在迪达勒斯（见第一章注[9]）修建的迷宫里。

[215]照字面译是“暹罗双胞胎”，是一对中国血统的联体儿（1811一1874），一个叫章，一个叫炎，自胸骨至脐部以系带相连，遂成为连体双胞胎的代用语。

[216]“天主……开”一语，原是耶稣用来指夫妻关系的，见《马太福音》第19章第6节。

[217]“看来……史”为海恩斯对斯蒂芬说过的话，见第一章注[108]及有关正文。

[218]“耶……口”，原文为英语化了的爱尔兰语，一句轻微的咒诅。

[219]淫梦魔为变成女子与男子交媾之恶魔。

[220]埃尔斯语即苏格兰盖尔语。

[221]第一章开头部分，斯蒂芬曾向穆利根抱怨海恩斯“整宵都在说着关于一只什737么黑豹的梦话”。

[222]韦斯特兰横街车站离产院不远，穆利根和海恩斯将在那里搭乘十一点一刻的末班车，返回沙湾。

[223]占卜者，指穆利根。

[224]指马南南（参看第三章注[31]、第九章注[97]）对在海洋上肆意劫掠的巨人（福尔莫利安族）进行报复。

[225]“伤感……人”是斯蒂芬发给穆利根之电文。参看第九章注[282]。

[226]三弟，参看第九章注[467]及有关正文。

[227]此处引用的是《哈姆莱特》第1幕第1场中弗兰西斯科的话。原文中的relief，既指“换防”，又有“使人得到解脱”意。

[228]“一座凶宅”，参看第六章注[86]。

[229]礼仪，原文为法语。

[230]老板，指布卢姆之父。

[231]这是欧洲大陆所产的一种大型烟斗，因雕成人头状，故把它和雅各（犹太人的祖先之一）联系在一起。

[232]“聪明……子”是朗斯洛特对老高波说的话，见《威尼斯商人》第2幕第2场。

[233]在第十五章，布赖迪・凯利以嫖客身份重新出现，见该章注[40]及有关正文。下文（）中的“要有！”，原文为拉丁文，其后省略了“光”字。参看《创世记》第1章第2至3节：“深渊一片黑暗，天主的灵运行在水面上，天主命令：‘要有光，’光就出现。”

[234]鲁道尔夫是布卢姆之父。

[235]阿根达斯・内泰穆，见第四章注[23]。

[236]“呼！哈喀！呼！”与英语中的“谁！听哪！谁！”谐音。

[237]布卢姆是通过罗伯特・鲍尔爵士所写的小书获得了关于视差的知识的。参看第八章注[36]及有关正文。

[238]巴珊是巴勒斯坦东部三个古代地区中最北面的一个。据《旧约全书》，这里牧草丰盛，森林茂密。

[239]“死海”，原文为拉丁文。

[240]据《奥德修纪》卷12，尤利西斯的伙伴们乘他熟睡之际，把太阳神的一群牛宰了，然而牛皮开始爬动，串起来烧烤着的或生或熟的肉都发出吼声，像牛叫一样。

[241]室女座为黄道十二宫之第六宫。其形象是手持一捆麦子的一个少女。

[242]“失去了的你”是西蒙所唱《玛尔塔》中的歌词，见第十一章注[180]及有关正文。

[243]米莉森特是布卢姆的女儿米莉的昵称。

[244]参看第四章注[39]。

[245]昂星团是位于黄道星座金牛座中的疏散星团，我国俗称七姐妹星团。在古希腊神话中，昂星团的七颗亮星被视为系由阿特拉斯和普莱奥娜的七个女儿变成的。

[246]金牛座为黄道十二宫之第二宫。座中最亮之恒星毕宿五（金牛座阿尔法）为一等星。

[247]格劳康是柏拉图的《共和国》中一个耿直人物。亚西比德（约公元前450-前404），雅典政治家、将军，是苏格拉底的朋友。

[248]皮西斯特拉图斯（约公元前600一前527）是雅典的暴君，公元前五六0年篡位。

[249]古希腊一种神秘宗教，它把水泉区分为记忆之泉和忘却之泉。凡饮后一种水者，过去的记忆就都付之东流。

[250]“斯……精神”，参看第九章注[458]。

[251]参看第二章注[85]。

[252]“天才的父亲”，指神话中的工匠迪达勒斯，参看第九章注[462]。

[253]原文作stephaneferos，为学生杜撰的希腊语。参看第九章注[461]。

[254]意思是说，斯蒂芬不会把司艺术的缪斯女神丢下不管。这里暗喻斯蒂芬未为临终前的生身之母祈祷。

[255]“权杖”，参看第十章注[108]。

[256]德拉克马是古希腊银币和现代希腊货币单位。这里指先令。

[257]菲莉斯是希腊神话里的色雷斯王之女。因丈夫未如期归来， 她以瑞亚（希腊神话中的古代女神）之名咒诅丈夫并自杀身死。下文中，菲莉斯以朱诺（罗马神话中的古代女神）之名赌咒，说明作者的寓意。瑞亚的女儿赫拉，相当于朱诺。

[258]“丢掉”，参看第五章注[96]。

[259]“全都完啦”，参看第十一章往[13]。

[260]拉拉吉是贺拉斯在《歌集》（第2卷）中所塑造的古典美人典型。

[261]科林斯是希腊城市，位于伯罗奔尼撒半岛，盛产水果。佩利普里波米涅斯是杜撰的希腊名字，含有水果摊贩意。

[262]关于康米神父撞见文森特及其女友的场面，参看第十章注[52]及有关正文。

[263]葛莉色拉和奇洛伊均为古希腊的美人，前者为画家波西亚斯的情人，后者为希腊传奇《达佛尼斯与克萝伊》（公元前4世纪或5世纪）中的牧羊女。

[264]利内翰曾把赌注押在威廉・阿瑟・哈默・巴思（生于1879）的座骑“权杖”上，而在英国特伦特河畔伯顿开办巴思啤酒公司的则是威廉的伯父伯顿男爵阿瑟・巴思（1837-1909）。这里，利内翰误把伯侄二人当作一人了。

[265]异邦人指布卢姆，一号巴思啤酒的商标图案是鲜红色的三角形。

[266]德鲁伊特，参看第一章注[47]。

[267]西奥索弗斯（Theosophos）是斯蒂芬根据通神学者（theosopher）一词杜撰的人名，指西藏人库特・胡米大圣，参看第九章注[39]。

[268]他，指布卢姆。

[269]加洛韦岬角是苏格兰西南部一地区，那里饲养黑色无角的加洛韦奶牛。

[270]詹姆斯・拉斐特是维多利亚女工及皇家的御用摄影师。

[271]“神……者”，原丈为拉丁文。

[272]特利纳克利亚是西西里岛的古称，用在这里是为了渲染此作与《奥德修纪》的关系。希腊哲学家和生理学家恩培多克勒（约公元前490-前430）提出的其实是性别决定于月经方面的原因，亚理斯多德在《动物的生殖》中，驳斥了他以及希腊自然哲学家安那克萨哥拉（约公元前500-前428）所提性别决定于卵巢这一说法。

[273]尼古拉斯・卡尔佩珀（1616-1654），英国医生。拉扎罗・斯帕兰札尼（1729-1799），意大利生理学家，认为精液与卵接触后，卵中预成的胚胎逐渐展开而形成新的个体，精液中起作用的物质是其中的蛋白质及脂肪。

[274]约翰・弗里德里克・布鲁门巴赫（1752-1840），德国生理学家、比较解剖学家。威廉・汤普森・勒斯克（1838-1897），美国产科医生。奥斯卡・赫特维希（1849-1922），德国胚胎学家和细胞学家，均率先承认精子和卵的核结合是受精作用的实质。

[275]克里斯琴・格哈特・利奥波德（1846-1911），德国胚胎学家、妇科医生。吉乌利奥・瓦伦丁（生于1860），意大利医生、胚胎学家。

[276]“精……能”，原文为希腊文。

[277]“卧……胎”，原文为拉丁文。

[278]审美学，原丈为希腊文。

[279]诗人指莎士比亚。“不能不使我们踌躇顾虑”，出自《哈姆莱特》第3幕第1场中哈姆莱特王子的独白。

[280]打着趔趄的牛崽子，见第八章注[206]。

[281]原文为法语。

[282]“打了一场漂亮仗”，见《新约・提摩太前书》第6章第11节。

[283]这里把普里福伊比作大肥。大肥是狄更斯所著《太卫・科波菲尔》的主人公大卫之稚气妻子朵拉对丈夫的呢称。乔伊斯在本段（上文“这当儿”至下文“可740靠的仆人！”）戏谑地模拟该书第53章“又一度回顾”的风格。

[284]参看《创世记》第2章第7节：“天主用地上的尘土造人，……”

[285]沃特福德是爱尔兰东南部主要城镇，坎大哈在南阿富汗。弗雷德里克・斯莱・罗伯茨（1832-1914）是英国陆军元帅，第二次阿富汗战争（1878-1880）及南非战争（1899-1902）中的指挥官。鲍勃西和鲍勃斯都是罗伯茨的昵称。

[286]“你这……人！”一语出自《马太福音》第25章第21节。

[287]原文为法语。

[288]圆镇是布卢姆与玛莉恩初逢的地方，参看第六章注[134]。

[289]弗洛伊等三人是曾参加哑剧字谜游戏的马特・狄龙的女儿们，见第十三章注

[290]樱桃是圣母玛利亚的标志，这里指布卢姆的妻子玛莉恩。

[291]游廊，原文为意大利语。

[292]“凡事……的”，原文为德语，出自歌德的《浮士德》第2部（1832）最后的合唱。

[293]参看《路加福音》第2章第8至18节中关于耶稣诞生的描述。

[294]伯克为一爿酒吧。

[295]西班牙比尔博所铸造的剑。

[296]瑞士南部瓦莱州采尔马特城所产的登山杖。

[297]西方人哄骗孩子说，婴儿是鹳鸟送来的。下文中的“苍穹下”，原文为拉丁文。

[298]参看《创世记》第1章第26节：“天主说：‘我们要按照自己的形象，自己的样式造人。’”

[299]侯马是古时希伯来人的重量名称，一侯马相当于二二五升。

[300]达比・达尔曼和琼是亨利・桑普森・伍德福尔（1739-1805）所作歌谣《快乐的老夫妇》中的一对白头借老的夫妇。

[301]克娄泽是十三世纪至十九世纪中叶德国和奥地利通行的一种小铜币。

[302]希律，参看第八章注[213]。

[303]三十日连续弥撒系为死者而做。《耶利米哀歌》是《旧约》中的一卷，哀悼公元前五八六年巴比伦军队蹂躏耶路撒冷和圣殿之事。此处泛指哀歌。

[304]“你……美国”，这里套用英国哲理诗人约翰・多恩（1572-1631）的哀歌《上床》。原词为：“哦，我的美国！我发现的新大陆。”

[305]琐罗亚斯德，参看第一章注[128]。

[306]“你从……的奶”，原文为德语。

[307]参看《麦克白》第：幕第5场中麦克白夫人的独白：“它充满了太多的人情的乳汁。”

[308]潘趣，见第六章注[149]。

[309]“迦……蜜”，参看本章注[82]。

[310]“凭着……杯！”原文为拉丁文。帕图拉和珀滕达均为罗马女神，前者司生育，后者司丧失贞操。“现在我们应该干杯！”是贺拉斯的《颂歌》第37首的首句。

[311]原文为拉丁文，指真正的旅客。在英国，星期日酒店不开业，只供应酒给那些能“证明”自己是未能在途中吃喝的旅客。

[312]蒂莫西・奥布赖恩爵士在都柏林开了一家酒店，他的绰号叫“打扁了的碎嘴子骑士”。店里的酒杯是打扁了的，故供应的酒量不足。

[313]亨利・内维尔（1822-1890），英国演员。

[314]指斯蒂芬，因为他穿黑服，戴软帽，打扮得像个牧师。

[315]原文为拉丁文。这是神父做完弥撒后念的经文。圣子后面省略了：“及圣神”。

[316]冤大头，指斯蒂芬。

[317]登齐尔巷的小伙子们是都柏林人对“常胜军”（参看第二章注[81]）的俗称。

[318]以撒是希伯来族长，系对犹太人的蔑称，这里指布卢姆。

[319]原文为法语。

[320]帕拉桑为古波斯的长度名，一帕拉桑约合五公里半。“他们……桑”一语出自希腊历史学家色诺芬的《远征记》（参看第一章注[14]）。

[321]《斯……兵》是珀西・弗伦奇的一首滑稽歌曲的题目。

[322]原文作apostates’creed（背弃教义的），与Apost1es’Creed（《使徒信经》）发音相近。

[323]在一九0四年，都柏林市的店铺于晚间十一点钟打烊。

[324]“我……啦”，原文为法语，是法国一首黄色小调的首句。

[325]“英……福”，指下文中所开列的“啤酒……主教”，见本章注[330]。

[326]“擂……嘭”，原文为法语，是“我……啦”（见本章注[324]）后面的句子。

[327]女装帧家指叶芝的两个姐妹莉莉和伊丽莎白。当时伊丽莎白在经营邓恩。埃默出版社，参看第一章注[57]。

[328]“肃静！”原文为拉丁文。

[329]这是乔治・F・鲁特在美国南北战争时期所作进行曲《沙沙、沙沙、沙沙》的合唱首句，只是把原词中的“前进”（marching）改成发音相近的“干渴”（parching）了。

[330]这是模仿亚历山大・蒲柏（1688-1744）的长篇讽刺诗《夺发记》（1714）中的词句。原词为“粉扑、香粉、美人斑、《圣经》、情书”，这里改为八项，每项均以B字起头，号称“英国八福”，“八福”是耶稣在山上宝训中所提到的八种有福之人（虚心的人、温柔的人等），见《马太福音》第5章第3至10节。

[331]、[332]“哪……台”和“只……兰！”均见第八章注[127]。

[331]、[332]“哪……台”和“只……兰！”均见第八章注[127]。

[333]超人，原文为德语，参看第一章注[127]。

[334]指一号巴思啤酒，参看本章注[265]。

[335]原文作ticker，是双关语，俚语中亦作“心脏”解。

[336]这是美国诗人亨利・C.沃克所作《我爷爷的钟》（1876）一歌的末句。这里只引用了开头“当老”二字，而略去了下面的“人死去的时候”。

[337]原文为西班牙语。

[338]“瘦母牛”，典出自《创世记》第41章第19节：“有七头又瘦又弱的母牛”。

[339]“拉……宝”为查尔斯・麦卡锡所作歌曲的题目，也是歌中再三重复的句子。指一个姑娘与情人幽会时叫他拉下百叶窗。

[340]指吉尼斯公司出产的烈性黑啤酒。因该公司老板之一阿迪劳恩勋爵而得名，参看第五章注[45]。

[341]布卢姆随身携带土豆（参看第四章注[4]），据传这样就可以避免患风湿病。

[342]拉普兰是北欧一地区，大部分在北极圈内。这里则泛指世界尽头。

[343]“交出来”，参看第十二章注[38]。

[344]“瞧那头发”，参看第十二章注[348]。

[345]“苍……生”，参看第十章注[193]。

[346]指斯蒂芬拍给穆利根的电文中，引用了英国小说家梅瑞狄斯的句子，参看第九章注[282]。

[347]意思是：拿起杯子。

[348]“为了……子”和“干……酒”，分别出自罗伯特・彭斯的诗《快乐的乞丐》（1785）和《威利酿造了大量麦芽酒》（1789）。

[349]“祝……腾”，苏格兰祝酒词。

[350]原文为法语。

[351]芷茴香籽儿一向被用来掩盖酒气。

[352]“汉子”和“漂亮姑娘”，均出自理查德・黑德的《恶棍喜赞共闯江湖的姘头》一诗的首段，参看第三章注[162]。

[353]音译为维纳斯。潘狄莫斯，维纳斯是古代意大利女神，司肉欲。潘狄莫斯的意思是“在一切人当中”。

[354]原文为法语。

[355]美国歌曲《无赖》中有“一个狂放的坏家伙”一语。这里把“家伙”改为“姑娘”，用以指布卢姆的女儿米莉。

[356]“搂……肢”，出自罗伯特。彭斯的《你知道格罗斯上尉的下落吗？》一诗。

[357]马拉海德路，见第十章注[34]及有关正文。

[358]这里把托马斯・穆尔所作歌曲《赞美你的他》中的词句作了改动。原词作“赞美你的他，哪怕留下名字……”

[359]“我……子”，原文为爱尔兰语。见第十二章注[34]。

[360]原文为拉丁文。“大……桨”出自约翰逊和德拉蒙德所作《伊顿划船歌》“退场！”。

[361]“我……醉”，出自《威利酿造了大量麦芽酒》，参看本章注[348]。

[362]“再见，先生”，原文为法语。

[363]“除……喝”，出自爱尔兰歌曲《马洛的荡子》。马洛为爱尔兰一镇名。

[364]前文中提到班塔姆刮了口髭，见第五章注[94]及有关正文。但在伦敦东区的俚语中，此词亦作“酒醉”解。

[365]“铸”下面省略了“铁”字。这里，班塔姆想起了他所作的谜语，参看第七章“利内翰的五行打油诗”一节及注[124]。

[366]金发少女，参看第六章注[24]。

[367]“魔鬼掰掉脑袋”一语出自理查・黑德的《乞丐的咒诅》（《隐语学会》，伦敦，1673）。

[368]按乔伊斯曾于一九二七年三月六日致函《尤利西斯》之德译者乔治・戈耶特，说都柏林人斯蒂芬・汉德确实私拆了巴思的电报，参看本章注[264]，那是打给警察局仓库的一个友人的，劝其支持自己的小公马（不是母马）“权杖”，参看第十章注[108]。

[369]这是文字游戏，后一个马登应作奥马登，参看本章注[255]及有关正文。在原文中“马登”与“发疯地”发音相近。

[370]这里把弥撒经文中的“啊，天主……”改为“啊，肉欲……”，见第五章注[81]。

[371]立金花是轻浮的象征。

[372]圣托马斯是阴茎的隐语。

[373]利奥，指利奥波德・布卢姆。

[374]斯塔布，见本章注[58]。

[375]原文为拉丁文，绿毒指苦艾酒。

[376]英语中葱头一词相当绕口，所以警察用以测试某人是否喝醉了。

[377]这时班农才知道米莉（照相姑娘）原来是布卢姆的女儿。参看第一章注[124]和第四章中米莉写给布卢姆的信。

[378]“各位，晚安”，原文为法语。霍加特与沃辛顿在《詹姆斯・乔伊斯的作品中所引用之歌曲》（纽约，1959）一书中指出，这是莫德所作一首歌的题目。

[379]这里仿照弥撒后所诵经文中的“卫我于邪神恶计”，参看第五章注[87]及有关正文。

[380]“女模女样”，音译为纳姆比・艾姆比，出自英国诗人兼剧作家安布罗斯。普利普斯（1674-1749）的作品。

[381]基督徒是英国散文作家约翰・班扬（1628-1688）的代表作讽喻小说《天路历程》（1678）中的主要人物。小伙子指斯蒂芬，参看第一章末尾。

[382]，“把梅毒……烈性酒”这段话的原文，与弥撒后所诵经文中的“今魔魁恶鬼，遍散普世，仗主权能，麾入地狱”发音相近，见本章注[379]、第五章注[87]及有关正文。

[383]原文为法语。“祝你”后面省略了“健康”二字。

[384]达斯蒂。罗兹是一九OO年开始问世的一部美国连环图画中的流浪汉。达斯蒂是通常给姓罗兹的人取的绰号，意思是“满身灰尘”。

[385]一八九七年英国庆祝女王维多利亚即位六十周年纪时， 曾施舍给都柏林贫民一些羊肉；但因数量太少，“六十周年纪念羊肉”遂成为“供不应求”的代语。

[386]指里奇蒙精神病院，参看第一章注[19]。

[387]乔伊斯曾对德译者就这句话做过解释，说他指的是送面包或吃面包的巴特尔，见本章注[368]。

[388]“穿……女”，出自《杰克所盖之房》，参看本章注[54]。

[389]“胶……徉”一语谐谑地模仿美国西部廉价小说的题目。

[390]帕德尼即当天举行葬礼的帕特・迪格纳穆。他并不是黑人。乔伊斯为了玩弄字眼（“黑口袋”），下文中硬把他说成是“黑人”。

[391]“别……了”，原文为法语。

[392]杰纳齐是比利时选手，预定于一九0四年六月十六日代表德国参加在德国举行的戈登・贝纳特国际汽车大赛，参看第六章注[63]。《电讯晚报》记者原估计他会打败另一德国选手德卡特尔斯男爵，结果却输给了法国选手特利。“他”即指男爵。

[393]一九0四年二月间的日俄战争中，俄国海军舰队受重创，遂加紧进行修补。六月十六日的《电讯晚报》报道说：“俄国海军司令官有人事更动。”故这里有“形势对俄国有利”之语。然而当年夏天俄舰队复遭惨败。

[394]“我……醉”，出自《威利酿造了大量麦芽酒》，参看本章注[348]。

[395]是“利……的”是一首摇篮曲的首句。在原文中很绕嘴， 利斯是苏格兰城市爱丁堡的港口。乔伊斯在致德译者的信中说，警察叫酒徒一遍遍地重复此语，以便弄清他是否喝醉了。

[396]“蒙娜……贝”这两句均出自韦瑟利和亚当斯所作歌曲《我的心肝儿宝贝》。

[397]“咱们俩……了”，这里把英国诗人丹特・加布里埃尔・罗塞蒂（1828-1882）的诗《神女》（1850）首句作了改动，原诗是：“她说‘咱们俩要去找玛丽小姐所在的树丛’。”

[398]“愿……呼”，原文为拉丁文，出自《诗篇》第149篇第5节，上半句是：“愿圣民因所得的荣耀高兴。”

[399]指犹太人把耶稣钉在十字架上，参看第二章注[37]、[74]。

[400]“他”指天主，按基督教的说法，在最后的审判那一天，天主将把世界烧尽，对“流浪的犹太人”的惩罚届时才会结束。见第九章注[552]。

[401]“这……的”一语出自《约翰福音》第19章第24节。

[402]“于……说了”一语见第九章注[442]。

[403]斯蒂芬和林奇看到的是自封为以利亚的道维的布道宣传品。参看第八章注[7]、注[8]，第十章注[200]。

[404]“来吧……家伙们”至本章末句“你不妨试试看”，模仿美国作家马克

[405]“你们……大早”一语，出自美国诗人、评论家詹姆斯・拉塞尔・洛威尔（1819-1891）的代表作《比格罗诗槁》。原用以表示美洲土著对白人不断掠夺他们的土地所感到的愤慨。 乔伊斯把这句话引用在他谐谑地模仿美国传教士的布道宣传品里了。