Chapter 16 Chapter Eleven 2

Oh well sung.Everyone applauds.She should have come.To me, to him, to her, and you, me, us. "Wonderful!" "That's great, very good, Simon." Crackling. "One more!" Crackling.Very loud. "Wonderful, Simon!" Crackling. "One more!" Come and applaud again.Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Leadwell, Pat, Mina[172], Gentleman with Two Tankards Before him, Cowley, First Gentleman with a Tanker And Miss Dews, the brunette, and Miss Mina, the blond, all talking and shouting and clapping. Blazes Boylan's fancy tan shoes slumped over the barroom floor, as has been said.As just said, the hansom rattled past the statues of Sir John Gray, Horatio One-armed Nelson, and the venerable Father Theobald Matthew.The horse was running hot, and it was also hot when it was sitting there.that bell.ring.that bell.ring. [173] The mare slowed down slightly, and walked slowly along the hill next to the rotunda in Rutland Square.The mare jolted forward.Too slow for an emotional Boylan, an impatient Boylan.

Cowley's accompaniment ended, and the lingering reverberation disappeared into the air full of emotion. Rich Goulding sipped his Ball whiskey, Leopold Bloom his cider, Leadway his Guinness.The second gentleman said they would love to have two more glasses if she didn't mind.Miss Kennedy's coral lips gave the first and second gentlemen a icy smirk, and said she didn't mind. "Seven days in jail," said Ben Dollard, "and live on bread and water, Simon, and you'll sing like a thrush in the garden." Singing the part of Lionel—Simon laughed.Father Bob Cowley played the piano.Mina Kennedy served.Second Gentleman's Bill.Tom Kernan swaggered in.Lydia both admired and earned it.Bloom sang a song of silence.

Appreciate it. Rich talked admiringly about the man's remarkable voice.He remembered a night many years ago.He will never forget that night.On that occasion, Sinned Lambert's sang "Status and Fame."[174]God, he had never heard such a melody in his life.I've never heard the phrase "I'd rather break up than a heartbreaker" sung so beautifully.My God, when singing "Love is Gone", the singing voice is so mellow and clear.Ask Lambert, and he'll say the same. Goulding's pale face flushed with excitement.He told Mr. Bloom that that night Sy Dedalus sang "Status and Fame" at Ned Lambert's.

Brother-in-law.relative.We passed each other and never spoke to each other. [175] There is, I think, a premonition of discord[176] between them.He treats him with contempt.However, he admired him more and more.The night West sang.He sang from his throat as if struck by two slender silk strings, better than anyone else. It was the sound of lamentation.It's calmer now.Only in silence can you feel what you hear.Tremor.Now is the song of silence. Bloom unclasped his hands and plucked the thin guts with loose-skinned fingers.He stretched out the cord and plucked it, and there was a hum, then a bang.Meanwhile, Goulding speaks of Barraclough's vocalizations.Tom Kernan spoke methodically to the listening Father Cowley, following a retrospective arrangement[179].The priest was improvising, nodding his head as he played.Meanwhile, the burly Ben Dollard lit a cigarette and chatted with Simon Dedalus, who was smoking a cigarette.Simon nodded as he smoked.

Lost you. [180] This is the theme of all the songs.Bloom tugged on the elastic even longer.Seems pretty cruel.Make people fall in love with each other, and lure them deeper and deeper.Then break them apart.death.It exploded.Hit the head.So, they fell into hell.human life.Dignam.Well, the mouse's tail is writhing!I gave five shillings.Corpses in Paradise [181].It clucked like a crake.The stomach is like a pup that has been drugged.gone.They sing.was forgotten.So do I.Sooner or later, she too.leave her behind.Tired of it.She should suffer.Sobbing and sobbing.Those big Spanish eyes stared straight into space.Her wavy, heavy hair was never combed. [182]

But too much happiness can be tiresome.He tugged at the elastic.Are you unhappy in your own home?It snapped back. The car rattled into Dorset Street. Miss Douce withdrew her satin sleeved arm, half angry, half happy. "Don't be so shallow," she said, "We just met." George Leadwell told her it was true, but she did not believe it. The first gentleman told Mina that it was indeed so.She asked him, is this really the case?The second person holding the blackjack told her so.So that's it. Miss Douce, Miss Lydia, never believed it.Miss Kennedy, Mina, never believed it.George Leadwell, no, Miss Du did not.The first, the first gentleman to hold a big blackjack; believe, no, no; never, Miss Kenny, Lydia Lydiaville, big blackjack. [183]

Might as well write it here.The quills in the post office were either chewed or bent. Bald Pat moved over at the gesture.Need pen and ink.he went.To blotter paper [184].he went.Book for blotting.He heard it, deaf Pat. "Yes," said Mr. Bloom, fiddling with the curly gut, "that's right. Just a few lines. My present. That's the way it is with Italian fine music. Who wrote it?" If you know the name, you can understand it more thoroughly. (Take out the letter envelope as if nothing happened) It is full of characteristics." "That's the grandest movement in the whole opera," said Goulding.

"It does," Bloom said. It's all numbers [186]!Come to think of it, all music is like that.Two times two divided by one-half equals two ones. [187] These are chords, which produce vibrations.One plus two plus six equals seven. [188] You can play around with these numbers in any way you like.Always find that this is equal to that.Symmetry under the cemetery wall[189].He didn't notice my mourning clothes.No heart!Concerned only about one's own stomach[190].Meditation Mathematics [191].And you think you're listening to celestial music.However, if you say this: Martha, seven times nine minus x equals thirty-five thousand.That's pretty bland.It all depends on the sound.

For example, right now he is playing.It's improvisation.Before hearing the lyrics, you thought it was your favorite song.You want to pay attention[192] and listen.listen carefully.It's off to a good start.Then something went out of tune.I feel a little dazed.Get in and out of sacks, step over barrels, step over caltrops, and engage in an obstacle race.Time will make a tune.The question is what state of mind[193] you are in.In short, listening to music is always enjoyable.Except for the scale exercises for the girls.In the house next door, two female students are together.A silent piano should be invented for them.Millie doesn't appreciate music.It's weird that both of us... I mean.I bought "Hua Zan" [194] for her.The name of this spectrum is [195].There's a girl playing it slowly, and when I come home at night, that girl.The doors of the stables off Cecilia Street.

Pat, bald and deaf, sent very flat[196] blotters and ink.Pat put down the very flat blotter and the ink pen.Pat picked up the plate, knife and fork.Pat is gone. "That's the only language," Mr Dedalup said to Ben.He had heard the boat songs sung at Lingabella, Crosshaven, Lingabella[197] when he was a boy.Queenstown[198] harbor was packed with Italian ships.Here, Ben, they're walking around in the moonlight, wearing earthquake hats: [199].The singing comes together.OMG, that's amazing music.Ben, I heard it when I was a kid.Song of the Moonlit Night Across Lingabella Harbor [200].

He put down his boring pipe, put one hand to his lips, and whined out the call of the moonlight night, which was heard clearly at close range and echoed in the distance. With his "other eye," Bloom skimmed down the baton-rolled "Freeman," trying to ascertain where it had been seen.Karen, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.Hi ho!Hi ho!Fawcett.oops!This is what I'm looking for. I hope he [202] didn't see it, as quick as a mouse.He opened the "Freeman", erected it, and now it was out of sight.Remember to write the Greek letter "E" [203].Bloom dipped in ink.Bloom muttered: "Tersion end." Dear Henry wrote: "Dear Maddy [204] got your letter and flowers." Where the hell have I put it?Which pocket is in which. "Totally impossible today." Draw a horizontal line under "Impossible". "write a letter." This can be difficult.A disconsolate Bloom tapped the flat blotter that Pat had sent him like a tambourine, Knife.Finger means "I'm thinking about it". write it down. "I mean sensible." No, replace that E. "This is a small gift, please accept it." She was also asked to write a reply.Wait a moment.Five shillings were given to Dignam.It cost about two shillings at the shop.Spent a penny on seagulls.Here comes Elijah.in Davy.Bourne's pub cost sevenpence.Total about eight shillings.Give half a crown. "A small present: a postal order worth two shillings and sixpence." Write me a long letter, please. . . Don't you bother?Ruanbi, did you grow that?I'm so excited.why do you call me naughty?Aren't you a naughty ghost too?Oh, Maria lost the tape. [206] That's all for today, goodbye.Yes, yes, will tell you.want to.To keep it from falling off.Please tell me about the other [207].She wrote: That other world.My patience is running out.To keep it from falling off.You have to believe it.believe.Blackjack.That is true. Am I writing something stupid?Husbands don't write like that.When you get married and have a wife, you have to be like that.Because I'm not here.if.But how can it be done?She must, stay young.Suppose she finds the card in my top hat.No, I didn't tell her directly.Useless pain.As long as they don't collide.women.It's half a catty [208]. The coachman James.In the No. 324 cab driven by Barton, there was a passenger—a young gentleman.His fashionable indigo serge suit had been made by George Robert Messias, a seamstress and tailor who lived at No. 5, Eden Quayside; Bought it from John Plastow, the hatter, No. 1 Great Brunswick Street.Uh?This is the brisk two-wheeled carriage that rocked and swayed forward.The mares twitched their strong haunches as they galloped past the shiny metal pipes of Drew Gatz's Pork and Argendapp's. "Writing back about the ad?" Richie asked Bloom sharp-eyed. "Yes," said Mr. Bloom, "for city traveling salesmen. I don't think there's anything to come up with." Bloom muttered: "The best clues ever given.[210]" But Henry wrote: "This excites me. You know where it goes. Sincerely, Henry." Write the Greek letters. E".It would be better to add a postscript.What is he playing?Impromptu interludes.P.S.: Rang Dang Dang.How are you going to punish me?You want to punish me? [211] The crooked skirt is swinging back and forth, bang bang. [212] Tell me, ... I want to know. [213] Oh, of course, if I didn't want to know, I wouldn't ask. "La, la, la, come." Enters the minor key and disappears pathetically.Why is the minor tune sad?Sign "H".Women love a sad ending.Add a postscript: "La, la, la, come. I feel so sad today. La, come. So lonely. Dear[214]." He blotted quickly on Pat's blotting paper.envelope.address.Just copy one from a newspaper.He murmured: "Karen Coleman Co., Ltd. Taichung." Henry wrote: dublin city Dolphin Cang Lane Post Office Miss Martha Clifford Suck it on the part that's already printed so he [215] won't recognize it.that's it.Pretty good.This can be the theme of the reward novel in "Tiny Stories".Some detective read something on a blotter.Contribution fees are one guinea per column.Matcham often thinks of... The Laughing Witch[216] Poor Mrs Purifoy.It's all over.It's over. [217] To use the word "sorrowful"; it would be too poetic.It's the music.Shakespeare said: Music has a magic power. [218] Quotes that are quoted every day of the year.To be or not to be, this is a question worth considering. [219] Wisdom comes from waiting. He walked in Gerard's rose garden in Fetter's Lane, his auburn hair graying.There is only one life, only one body.do it.Work hard. [220] Anyway, it's done.Postal order, postage stamp.The post office is still ahead.Let's go this time.There is still time.I promised to meet them at Barney Kiernan's hotel; it was no pleasant errand.Home for funerals [221].go.Pat!can not hear.This guy is a deaf dumbass. The carriage is almost there.Let's chat.Let's chat. "Pat!" Inaudible.Folding those napkins.He has to walk a lot of land every day.If a face was painted on the back of his head, he would be two people.I wish they would sing some more songs, so I can spend some time. Pat, bald and dismayed, folded napkins into bishop's crowns.Pat was a deaf waiter.Pat the waiter serves you while you wait.Hahahaha.He serves while you wait.whee.He is a waiter.Hahahaha.He serves and you wait.When you wait, if you wait, He serves, while you wait.Hahahaha.ho.He serves while you wait. [222] This time, Douce.Douce Lydia.Brunette with roses. She had a wonderful holiday, a wonderful one indeed.Look at this lovely shell she brought back. She carried the sharp, curved conch to the other side of the bar quietly so that he, the lawyer George Leadwell, could hear. "Listen!" she urged him. The accompanist slowly weaves the music to Tom Kernan's gin-intoxicated words.Hard facts.How Walter Bapty's voice failed.Here, sir, the husband caught him by the throat. "You rascal," he said, "don't let you sing any more love songs." Sure enough, Mr. Tom.Bob Cowley knitting.The tenor gets the woman.Cowley leaned back; Ah, now he heard, and she held the conch to his ear.listen!He listens.how exciting.She held it to her ear again.With the passing light, the pale golden hair flashed by, forming a contrast.listen. Benedict, Benedict. Bloom caught a glimpse of them pointing a conch to his ear through the barroom door.He heard faintly: first separately and then for each other they heard the splash of the waves, the noise, and the deep tsunami. The brunette waitress next to the blond waitress, near and far, they listened. Her ears are also shells with lobes.Been to the beach once.Those pretty girls on the beach. [224] The skin ached from the sun.You should put some cold cream on it first and it will turn brown.Buttered toast.Oh, don't forget the lotion.She has herpes on the corner of her mouth.It just makes your head spin. [225] Hair braided.Seaweed tangled around the shells.Why do they cover their ears with seaweed hair?And Turkish women even cover their mouths.Why?Her eyes were exposed above the cloth towel.veil.Find the entrance.It was a cave.employees only. They thought they could hear the voice of the sea.singing.roar.This is the sound of blood.Sometimes it drips into the ear cavity.Well, that's the ocean.Blood Islands. very impressive.so clear.Came over again.George Leadwell listened to catch its murmur, and gently set it aside as he listened. "What do you think the turbulent waves are talking about?" He asked her with a smile. . She was charming, with an ocean-like smile on her face, but Lydia didn't answer.She only smiled at Leadwell. Tuk, Tuk Beside Larry O'Rourke's hotel, by Larry, Larry O, Boylan bumped past, Boylan turned a corner. Mina flitted from the abandoned conch to the big wine glass that was waiting for her.No, she's not very lonely, Miss Douce's head told Mr Leadwell proudly.Walking on the beach under the moonlight.No, not alone.With whom?She replied imposingly: with a gentleman friend. Bob Cowley's quick-moving fingers were at work again in the high register. "Landlord has priority." "Only a few days' grace." [227] Long John. "Big Ben" [228].He played a light, bright and crisp tune softly, for the ladies who are light-footed, mischievous and smiling, and for their lovers-gentleman friends.one.One, one, one, one, one, two, one, three, four. The sea, the wind, the leaves, the thunder, the river, the lowing cows, the cattle market, the rooster, the hen without crowing, the snake hissing.Music is everywhere in the world.Rutledge's door creaked.No, that's just noise.He is now playing the minuet of Don Juan.In the halls of the castle danced the colorful costumes of the court, outside were miserable peasants, hungry and disheveled, eating sorrel leaves.how pretty.Look, look, look, look, look, look.You look at us. I could feel it being joyful.It was never written as a tune.why?My joy is another joy.Still, both are joys.Yes, it was undoubtedly joy.This can also be understood from the mere fact of music.I used to think she[229] was down, but she was singing again.Now it dawned on me. McCoy's suitcase.My wife and your eldest wife [230].Meowing cat sound.Such as Liebo.She spoke with a tongue like the castanets of a bellows.They cannot master the male intervals [231].Their own voices sometimes leak.Fill me up.I am hot, dark and open-mouthed.Molly sings "Who..."[232] Mercadante[233].I put my ear against the wall and listened.What is needed is a woman who can live up to expectations. The horse moved forward slowly, bumped, jerked, and stopped.Playboy Boylan's tan shoes, socks, embroidered with sky blue patterns on the heels, lightly stomp on the ground. Oh, look at us all dressed up!chamber music.A pun could be made up.I often think of this music when she does that.That's acoustics.Ding Lingling.Empty containers make the loudest noises.Because from the acoustic point of view, the resonance changes like the law that the water pressure is equal to the drop of the liquid.Like those rhapsody written by Liszt.The taste of Hungary, the eyes of a gypsy woman.pearl.water drop.rain.Shake it quickly, mix it up, make a big pile, shush, shush, shush.Now.Mostly now.Or just earlier. [234] Someone was knocking on the door, someone was banging.He, Paul de Cock[235] took it.With loud, haughty knockers, click, click, click, click.Ha ha ha. [236] knock.Benedict, Benedict. "Sing 'Here, Fury,'" said Father Cowley. "No, Ben," put in Tom Kernan, "Crewhead Boy, with our Irish accent." "Oh, Ben, let's sing," said Mr. Dedalus, "a real good boy.[238]" "Sing, sing," they begged in unison. I should go.Hey, Pat, come over again.come.He is coming, he is coming.He walked over.come to me.how much is it? "What key? Six sharps? "F sharp major," said Ben Dollard. Bob Cowley's outstretched claws seized the black keys of the bass. Bloom told Rich that it was time for him to go.No, Rich said.No, I must go.I don't know where I got a sum of money.He planned to drink and have fun until his back ached.how much is it?He listened to what was said, always by observing the movements of the lips.One shilling and ninepence.One of those pennies is for you.Put it here.Tip him twopence.Deaf, with a puzzled look on his face.Yet his wife and family were probably waiting, waiting for [239] Pat to come home.Hey Hey.While the family waited, the deaf man waited on him. But wait a minute.But listen.Dark chords.Yin - gloomy - of.low.In dark caves under the ground.Buried ore.Lots of music. The voice of the dark age, the relentless voice, the weariness of the earth, brings the grave close, brings pain.The voice came from far away, from the pale mountains, calling for good and true people. He wants to find the priest.To speak to the priest. [240] tuk tuk. Ben Dollard's voice.Deep barrel tone. [241] Singing with all his might.A vast swamp where there are no men, moon, or women, and the sound of frogs.Another loser.For a time he worked as a rig retailer for seagoing ships.Remember those resin-coated ropes and boat lanterns.Ten thousand pounds short.Lives now in the Alfred Almshouse[242].A small room, how many numbers.It was the number one beer from the Bath factory that had brought him to this. The priest is at home.A servant of a false priest ushered him in.please come in.Holy priest.The spy servant gave a deep bow. [243] The winding coda of the chord. ruin them.ruined them.Then build them a small room and let them live there for the rest of their lives.Go to sleep, obediently.Sing a lullaby.Die, dog.Puppy, die. The warning, the stern warning, told them that the lad had entered the deserted hall, told them how solemnly his steps sounded there, and described to them the dim room and the man who lived there. A priest in a robe sitting there listening to a confession. [244] decent people. [245] I'm a little drunk right now.He thought he could win the "Answer" [246] of the poet's rebus activity.We present you with a new five pound note. "Birds with nests." He thinks the answer is "Song of the Last Bard."[247] "C Blank T", beating a domestic animal [248]. "T Twist R" is the bravest sailor. [249] He still has a good voice son.Since he has all these, it means that he is not yet an eunuch. listen.Bloom was listening.Rich Goulding is listening.And at the door, deaf Pat, bald Pat, and Pat who got the tip were also listening. The chords are a little slower. Slowly came the voice of confession and sorrow, a beautified, quivering voice.Ben's contrite beard confessed.In the name of God, in the name of God.He knelt down.Beating his chest with his hands, confessing: "My sin."[250] It's Latin again.It sucks people like birdlime.The priest holds the Holy Communion given to the women.The guy in the morgue.Coffin or Coffey[251], in the name of the dead body. [252] Where is that mouse now?crunch. tuk tuk. They listen. The Blackjacks and Miss Kennedy.George Leadwell with expressive eyelids.Busty satin [253] .Kernan.West [254]. The mournful voice sighed and sang.sin.He has cursed three times since Easter. [255] You son of a bitch! [256] On one occasion when a Mass was held, he wandered away.Once he passed by the cemetery, but he never prayed for the peace of his dead mother.a lad.A boy with a flat head. The brunette waitress, listening by the beer pump, stares into the distance.Concentrate on it.She had no idea that I was looking at her.Molly was the best at spotting people who looked at her. The blonde waitress squinted into the distance.There is a mirror there.Is that the prettiest half of her face?They always know.There is a knock on the door.Finally, make up for it. Crack clack clack clack. What do they think when they listen to music?How to hunt rattlesnakes.That night, Michael Gunn[257] sat us down in a box.The band starts to tune in.The King of Persia[258] likes this piece the most.Reminds him of "Home, Lovely Home" [259].He also wiped his nose with the curtain.Perhaps it was the habit of his nation.That is also a kind of music.Not as bad as it makes it out to be.Woo-woo-.The upward-facing pipes of brass instruments bray like donkeys.The sides of the double bass, with deep cuts[260] , are dying.Woodwind[261] Mooing like a cow.The baby grand piano with the lid lifted is like a crocodile with its jaws open, and the music comes from there.The woodwind name is like the surname Goodwin[262]. She looks pretty.An orange jacket with a low collar, exposing the chest.When she bent over to ask something in the theater, she always smelled of lilac.I told her the passage of Spinoza that was quoted in poor papa's book.She listened carefully, as if hypnotized.It's that look.bent over.A guy in the box on the second floor stared at her desperately with a small telescope.The beauty of the music you have to listen to twice to appreciate it.At nature and at woman, all it takes is a half-eyed glance.God created the garden.Humans create tunes. [264] Met his pointed rubber hose. [265] Philosophy.Oh, don't retweet! [266] It's all over.All down.His father died in the siege of Ross,[267] and his brothers fell at Gorey.to Wexford.We are lads from Wexford, and he must go.He was the last of that name and family. Me too, the last of my family.Millie, the young student.Well, maybe it's my fault.no son.Rudy.It is too late now.Oh, if it's not too late?What if not?What if it still works? He has no grudges. [268] hatred.Love.Those are just nouns.Rudy.I am getting old. "Big Ben" let go of his voice.Rich Goulding's pale face finally flushed, and he said to the aging Bloom: "Great voice."However, when have you ever been young again? Ireland's time has come.My country is above the king[269].She listens.Who's afraid to talk about 1904?[270] It's time to get out of the way.Enough is enough. "Bless me, papa," cried Dollard, the crew-cut boy, "bless me, and let me go."[271] tuk tuk. Bloom, watching for an opportunity to slip away without waiting for a blessing, deliberately dressed to charm.Eighteen shillings a week.It's always the men who pay for it.You have to be on your toes all the time.Those girls, those pretty[271] .By the sad waves[273].The Affair of a Female Opera Chorus.Letters read in court to substantiate breach of contract.Chicken baby's favorite person.The court roared with laughter.Henry.I never signed it.What a lovely name you have. [274] Both the tune and the lyrics of the music became lower, and then turned faster.The fake priest took off his robe with a rustle, revealing his military uniform.Captain of the Volunteer Cavalry.They all memorized it.The ecstasy they longed for.Captain of the Volunteer Cavalry. tuk tuk.tuk tuk.tuk tuk. She listened excitedly, leaned out to listen, and resonated. There was no expression on his face.Must be a virgin.Or just run your fingers over it.Write something on it: number of pages.What would happen to them otherwise?weak.despair.Let them be young forever.Even self-appreciation.Lo and behold.Play on her.Blow with your lips.A white woman's body, a living flute.Blow gently.Blow loudly.All women have three eyes.What about the goddess, I didn't see it.This is what they want.Don't be too polite to them.It is precisely because of this that he[275] was able to get them.With gold in your pocket, you have to be thick-skinned[276].Say something.let her listen.flirt.Songs without words [277].Molly and the young man rubbed the fiddle[278] hands.When he said the monkey was sick, she knew what he meant.Maybe because that's close to Spanish.In this way, animals can also be understood.Solomon understood[279].This is a natural ability. Speak in ventriloquism.My lips are closed.Thinking in the stomach.What are you thinking? How about it?How about you?I.want.you.go. The captain cursed gruffly, rattling angrily: You tumored, stroked, son of a bitch.Well done to you, lad.You have an hour to live, your last. [280] tuk tuk.tuk tuk. At this moment, my heart was pounding.They feel pitiful.To wipe away the tear that longs to be shed for the dead martyr.For all who are dying, for all who are born.Poor Mrs Purefoy.I wish she had given birth.Because of their wombs. The eyeballs moistened with the fluid of a woman's womb quietly watched and listened under the fence of eyelashes.When she is silent, the eyes show their true beauty.Over there on the river. [281] As the satin-clothed bosom undulates slowly (her undulating plump charm[282]), the red rose slowly rises, and the red rose slowly falls.Her heart throbbed as she breathed.Breathing is life.Virgin hair[283] All those tiny, tiny lobes quivering. But lo!The brilliant stars faded.Oh.Rose!Castile.breaking Dawn. [284] what.leadwell.So, for him, not for... [285] obsessed.Am I like that?But look at her from here.The popping of the corks, the splash of beer foam, the heaps of empty bottles. Lydia's plump hand rested lightly on the smooth stick protruding from the beer pump.give it to me.She was completely immersed in pity for the boy who flattened his head.Back, front; front, back.On the polished knob (she knew his eyes, mine, hers) she moved her thumb and forefinger with compassion.Moved and stopped, touched gracefully, and then very softly followed the cold, hard white enamel The quality stick slowly slides down.Tappets protrude from the smooth ring formed by the two fingers. There was a click, a click. tuk tuk.tuk tuk.tuk tuk. I keep this house.Ah guys.He gritted his teeth angrily.Traitors will be hanged. [286] The chords echoed.Very sad.However, there is nothing to do. Don't wait and go.Thank you, that's really extraordinary.where is my hatWalk past her.That "Freeman" can be put down.Believe me where to take it.What if she treats me...[287]?Will not.Walk, walk, walk.Like Cashel Boiro Conoro Coiro Tisdale Morris Tissondale Farrell. [288] Step-line. Well, I have to go.are you leavingWell, I have to say goodbye.Bloom stood up.High and blue sky over rye[289].Oh.Bloom stood up.That bar of soap on the backside is so sticky.Must be sweating.music.Don't forget that lotion.Goodbye then.Senior hat.There are cards inside.right. Bloom walked past Deaf Pat, who was standing in the doorway, his ears pricked up nervously. The lad died in the Geneva barracks.His body was buried at Passage[290].sad!Oh, he was sad! [291] The voice of the mourning cantor calls out to the mourning prayer. From roses, satin-wrapped bosoms, caressing hands, spilled wine, and slammed stoppers, Bloom saluted, passing eyes, past sea-green shades brown and light blonde virgin hair.Gentle Bloom, I feel so lonely Bloom. tuk tuk.tuk tuk.tuk tuk. Dollard prayed in a bass voice: Pray for him.You who listen in peace.Whisper a prayer, wipe a tear, good men, good people.He was a young man with a flat head. [292] Bloom startled the shoeshine boy who was eavesdropping there, the shoeshine boy with the flat head.In Ormond's hall he heard shouting and cheering and the slapping of fat hands on the back and the stomping of boots--boots, not the shoe-shine boy.Everyone yelled in unison to have a drink.Thankfully I escaped. "Hey, Ben, come on," cried Simon Dedalus, "it's true, you can sing as well as you ever did." "Better," said Tom Kernan, who was drinking his gin. "I'll bet no one has ever sung this folk song so well." "La Braquet," said Father Cowley. Ben Dollard moved his massive body toward the bar with heavy steps like a cachucha.Under the praise, he was beaming, and his gouty fingers were like castanets [295], swinging in the air, playing various rhythms. Big Ben Ben Dollard.Big books.Big books. [296] 噜噜噜。[297] 大家深为感动。西蒙从他那宛如雾中警号筒的鼻子里哼出表示共鸣的声音，人们朗笑着，把情绪极高的本·多拉德簇拥过来。 “你看上去红光满面，”乔治·利德维尔说。 杜丝小姐先整了整玫瑰花，再来服侍他们。 “我心中的山峰，[298]”迪达勒斯先生拍了拍本那肥厚的后肩胛骨说，“很结实，[299]不过身上藏的脂肪太多了点儿。” 噜噜噜噜噜——嘶——。 “致命的脂肪啊，西蒙，”本·多拉德瓮声瓮气他说。 里奇独自坐在不和的前兆[300]中。古尔丁一科利斯一沃德。他犹豫不决地等在那儿。没有拿到钱的帕特也在等着。 笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。 米娜·肯尼迪小姐将嘴唇凑到一号“大酒杯”的耳边。 “多拉德先生，”那嘴唇小声咕卿着。 “多拉德，”“大酒杯”咕卿着。 当肯尼迪小姐说那是多拉的时候，一号“大酒杯”相信了。她、多拉。“大酒杯”。 他喃喃地说，他晓得这个名字。那就是说，他对这个名字很熟悉。也即是说，他听说过这个名字。是多拉德吗？多拉德，对。 是的，她的嘴唇说得大声一些：多拉德先生。米娜喃喃他说，那首歌，他——多拉德先生唱得很可爱。而《夏日最后的玫瑰》是一支可爱的歌。米娜爱这支歌。“大酒杯”爱米娜所爱的歌。 那是多拉德撇下的夏日最后的玫瑰。布卢姆感到肠气在腹中回旋。 苹果酒净是气体，还会引起便秘。wait a minute.吕便·杰家附近的那家邮局。交一先令八便士。把这档子事解决了吧。为了避人耳目，沿着希腊街绕过去。我要是没跟他约会就好了。在户外更自由自在。music.刺激你的神经。啤酒泵。她那只推摇篮的手支配着。霍斯山。支配着世界。 [301] 遥远。遥远。遥远。遥远。 笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。 莱昂内尔·利奥波德[302]沿着码头朝上游走去，淘气的亨利揣着写给玛迪的信。波尔迪往前走去，拿着《偷情的快乐》，其中提到为了拉乌尔的那条镶有榴边的裙子[303]，还想着“遇见了他尖头胶皮管[304]。 笃笃的盲人，笃笃地敲着走，笃笃地一路敲着边石，笃笃又笃笃。 考利给弄得发晕了。像是喝醉了。男人摆弄姑娘[305]，不如适可而止。比方说，那些狂热的听众。全身都是耳朵。连三十二分音符都不肯听漏。双目紧闭。随着节拍不时点着头。神魂颠倒了。你一动也不敢动。切不可思考。三句话不离本行。扯来扯去是关于音调的无聊话。 全都是在试着找个话题。一中断就会引起不快，因为你很难说。加德纳大街上的那架风琴。老格林每年有五十英镑的进项[306]。他好古怪，独自住在那小阁楼里，又是音栓，又是制音器，又是琴键。成天坐在管风琴跟前。[307]一连唠叨[308]上几个钟头，不是自言自语，就是跟那个替他拉风箱[309]的人说话。忽而低声怒吼，忽而尖声咒骂（他要塞进点儿什么，她大声说：不行[310]）。接着，突然轻轻地释放出很小很小的噼的一股气。 噼！很小的噼咿咿的一股气。在布卢姆的小不点儿里。 “是他吗？”迪达勒斯先生取回烟斗说，“今天早晨我跟他在一起来着，在可怜的小帕狄·迪格纳穆的……” “哎，愿天主降仁慈于他。” “顺便提一下，那上头有个音叉……” 笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。 “他的老婆有副金嗓子。也许应该说是曾经有过。对吧？”利德维尔问。 “哦，那准是调音师忘掉的，”莉迪亚对头一个看到[311] 音叉的西蒙·莱昂纳尔说，“他刚才到这儿来过。” 她告诉第二个看到音叉的乔治·利德维尔说，那是个盲人。弹得非常精彩，听来很有味道。灿烂的对照：褐发女莉迪亚，米娜金发女。 “大声喊啊！”本·多拉德嚷道，“唱出声来！” “我来！”考利神父大声说。 噜噜噜噜噜噜。 我觉得我想要…… 笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。 “非常想要，”迪达勒斯先生直勾勾地盯着一只没有头的沙丁鱼说。 在钟形三明治容器下面，在面包搭成的尸架上，停放着夏日最后的一条沙丁鱼，最后的，孤零零的。布卢姆孤零零地[312] 。 “好得很，”他盯着，“尤其是低音区。” 笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。笃笃。 布卢姆贴着巴里服装公司踱去。但愿我能够。wait a minute.我要是能把那个创造奇迹的人搞到手。这所房子里有二十四个律师。我点过数。诉讼。你们要彼此相爱。 [313] 一摞摞的羊皮纸文件。皮克一波克特[314] 法律事务所拥有代理权。古尔丁一科利斯一沃德法律事务所。 然而，就拿那个击大鼓的汉子来说吧。他的职业是：米基·鲁尼乐队。奇怪，起初他是怎么想到干这一行的呢？坐在家里，吃罢猪头肉和包心菜，就坐在扶手椅上，抱着那只鼓，排练起他本人在乐队里演奏的那部分。Boom.嘭噼嘀。老婆听了倒挺开心。驴皮。驴子一辈子挨鞭子抽，死了之后继续挨猛打[315] 。Boom.猛打。这好像是那希麦克[316] ，不，我的意思是基斯麦特[317] 。destiny. 笃笃。笃笃。一个双目失明的青年用手杖笃笃地跺路，笃笃、笃笃、笃笃地经过达利的橱窗。那儿有个人鱼，头发整个儿飘动着（不过他瞧不见），噗噗地抽着人鱼的烟（瞎了，瞧不见），沁凉无比的人鱼的烟。 乐器。一片草叶，她双手合十作贝壳状，然后就吹奏。甚至用一把梳子和一张薄绉纸，也能吹出个曲调来。住在西伦巴德街的时候，摩莉穿着衬裙[318] ，披散着头发。我想，各行各业都有自身独特的音乐，你明白吧？猎户有号角。Excuse me!你有角吗？敲响那口钟！ [319] 牧羊人有他的笛子。噼，小小的，一丁点儿。警察有哨子。 “修理锁和钥匙哇！”“扫烟囱咧！”“四点钟，一切正常，睡觉吧！”现在一切都失去啦。 [320] 大鼓吗？嘭噼嘀。wait a minute.I know.还有发布员[321] 。小官吏。高个儿约翰。把死者唤醒。Boom.迪格纳穆。可怜小小的因主之名[322] 。Boom.那是音乐。当然，我的意思是这一切都是嘭嘭嘭，很像所谓从头[323] 。你依然可以听到。当我们行进时，我们一路走去，一路走去。Boom. 实在憋不住了。呋呋呋。可是如果在宴会上放了呢？这纯粹是个风俗习惯问题，例如波斯王[324] 。念一声祷文，抹一滴眼泪[355] 。然而，他想必是生来有点傻[326] ，竟没有看出那是个义勇骑兵队队长。整个儿遮起来了。坟地上那个身穿棕色胶布雨衣的到底是什么人呢？哎呀，小巷里的妓女来啦！ 一个歪戴着黑色水手草帽、邋里邋遢的妓女，大白天就两眼无神地沿着码头朝布卢姆先生踱了过来。当他初见那绰约的身姿时[327] 。对，可不就是她嘛。我真是感到孤寂。雨夜在小巷子里。角。谁有呢？他有，她瞧见了。这里不是她的地盘。Who is she?她多半是。您哪，有没有衣服让我洗呢？她认识摩莉。把我甩掉了。一位身穿棕色衣衫、富富态态的女人跟你在一起。弄得你张皇失措。我们约会了，尽管晓得那是永远也不可能，简直是不可能的。 [328] 代价太高，离家，可爱的家又太近。她瞧着我吗？白天看上去是个丑八怪。脸像是在水里泡过。讨厌死啦。喔，可是，她也得像旁人那样活下去呀。瞧瞧这儿吧。 在莱昂内尔·马克古董店橱窗里，是高傲的亨利·莱昂内尔·利奥波德，亲爱的亨利·弗罗尔。 利奥波德·布卢姆先生认真地审视着残旧的烛台和那一个个鼓着状似蛆虫般的吹奏袋的谐音手风琴。大贱卖：六先令。不妨买下来学着拉拉。 倒不贵。让她走过去吧。当然喽， 凡是用不着的东西，你都会觉得贵。高明的售货员正好一显身手。他想卖什么， 就让你去买什么。有个家伙用瑞典制造的刀片替我刮了脸，然后我就买下了。他甚至向我讨刮脸费。现在她走过去了。六先令。 想必是苹果酒的关系，要么兴许是那杯勃艮第。 从近处，在褐发女旁；从远处，在金发女旁；在褐发女侍莉迪亚那朵诱人的夏日最后的玫瑰，卡斯蒂利亚的玫瑰跟前，他们一个个目光灼灼，大献殷勤，丁零当啷地碰着杯。首先是利德，随后是迪、考、克，第五个是多拉。利德维尔、西·迪达勒斯、鲍勃·考利、克南和大个儿本·多拉德。 笃笃。一个青年走进了阒无一人的奥蒙德的门厅。[329] 布卢姆端详着挂在莱昂内尔·马克橱窗里的那幅豪迈的英雄肖像。罗伯特·埃米特最后的话。最后七句话。引自迈那贝尔的作品。[330] “诸位地道的男子汉。” “好哇，好哇，本。” “咱们一道举杯吧。”、 他们举起杯来。 哧吣喀、哧冲喀。[331] 笃笃。一个双目失明的青年站在门口。他没瞧褐发女，也没瞧金发女，更没瞧本、鲍勃、汤姆、西、乔治、“大酒杯”、里奇、帕特。嘻嘻嘻嘻。他都没有瞧。 腻腻的布卢姆，油腻腻的布卢姆悄悄地读着那最后几句话。当我的祖国在世界各国之间。 puff. 准是那杯勃艮第在作怪。 呋！Oh.噜噜。 占有了一席之地。背后一个人也没有。她已经走过去了。直到那时。只有到了那时。电车喀啷喀啷喀啷。好机会。coming.喀啷得喀啷喀啷。我敢说是那杯勃艮第。Yes.一、二。方为我写下。喀啦啊啊啊啊啊啊。墓志铭。我的话。 噗噜噜噜噜呋。 It's over. 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