Hear，hear。Prolongedapplause。Zut！NomdeDieu！
OfcourseI’maBritisher，Haines’voicesaid，andIfeelasone。
Idon’twanttoseemycountryfallintothehandsofGermanjewseither。
That’sournationalproblem，I’mafraid，justnow。
Twomenstoodatthevergeofthecliff，watching：businessman，boatman。
She’smakingforBullockharbour。
Theboatmannoddedtowardsthenorthofthebaywithsomedisdain。
There’sfivefathomsoutthere，hesaid。It’llbesweptupthatwaywhenthetidecomesinaboutone。It’sninedaystoday。
Themanthatwasdrowned。Asailveeringabouttheblankbaywaitingforaswollenbundletobobup，rollovertothesunapuffyface，saltwhite。HereIam。
Theyfollowedthewindingpathdowntothecreek。BuckMulliganstoodonastone，inshirtsleeves，hisunclippedtieripplingoverhisshoulder。
Ayoungmanclingingtoaspurofrocknearhimmovedslowlyfrogwisehisgreenlegsinthedeepjellyofthewater。
Isthebrotherwithyou，Malachi？
DowninWestmeath。WiththeBannons。
Stillthere？IgotacardfromBannon。Sayshefoundasweetyoungthingdownthere。Photogirlhecallsher。
Snapshot，eh？Briefexposure。
BuckMulligansatdowntounlacehisboots。Anelderlymanshotupnearthespurofrockablowingredface。Hescrambledupbythestones，waterglisteningonhispateandonitsgarlandofgreyhair，waterrillingoverhischestandpaunchandspillingjetsoutofhisblacksaggingloincloth。
BuckMulliganmadewayforhimtoscramblepastand，glancingatHainesandStephen，crossedhimselfpiouslywithhisthumbnailatbrowandlipsandbreastbone。
Seymour’sbackintown，theyoungmansaid，graspingagainhisspurofrock。Chuckedmedicineandgoinginforthearmy。
Ah，gotoGod，BuckMulligansaid。
Goingovernextweektostew。YouknowthatredCarlislegirl，Lily？
Yes。
Spooningwithhimlastnightonthepier。Thefatherisrottowithmoney。
Issheupthepole？
BetteraskSeymourthat。
Seymourableedingofficer，BuckMulligansaid。
Henoddedtohimselfashedrewoffhistrousersandstoodup，sayingtritely：
Redheadedwomenbucklikegoats。
Hebrokeoffinalarm，feelinghissideunderhisflappingshirt。
Mytwelfthribisgone，hecried。I’mtheUebermensch。ToothlessKinchandI，thesupermen。
Hestruggledoutofhisshirtandflungitbehindhimtowherehisclotheslay。
Areyougoinginhere，Malachi？
Yes。Makeroomin！hebed。
Theyoungmanshovedhimselfbackwardthroughthewaterandreachedthemiddleofthecreekintwolongcleanstrokes。Hainessatdownonastone，smoking。
Areyounotcomingin？BuckMulliganasked。
Lateron，Hainessaid。Notonmybreakfast。Stephenturnedaway。
I’mgoing，Mulligan，hesaid。
Giveusthatkey，Kinch，BuckMulligansaid，tokeepmychemiseflat。
Stephenhandedhimthekey。BuckMulliganlaiditacrosshisheapedclothes。
Andtwopence，hesaid，forapint。Throwitthere。
Stephenthrewtwopenniesonthesoftheap。Dressing，undressing。BuckMulliganerect，withjoinedhandsbeforehim，saidsolemnly：
HewhostealethfromthepoorlendethtotheLord。ThusspakeZarathustra。
Hisplumpbodyplunged。
We’llseeyouagain，Hainessaid，turningasStephenwalkedupthepathandsmilingatwildIrish。
Hornofabull，hoofofahorse，smileofaSaxon。
TheShip，BuckMulligancried。Halftwelve。
Good，Stephensaid。
Hewalkedalongtheupwardcurvingpath。Liliatarutilantium。
Turniacircumdet。
IubilantiumtevirginumThepriest’sgreynimbusinanichewherehedresseddiscreetly。Iwillnotsleepheretonight。HomealsoIcannotgo。
Avoice，sweettonedandsustained，calledtohimfromthesea。Turningthecurvehewavedhishand。Itcalledagain。Asleekbrownhead，aseal’s，faroutonthewater，round。
Usurper。
JOYCE：Ulysses，NestorNestorYOU，COCHRANE，WHATCITYSENTFORHIM？
Tarentum，sir。
Verygood。Well？
Therewasabattle，sir。
Verygood。Where？
Theboy’sblankfaceaskedtheblankwindow。
Fabledbythedaughtersofmemory。Andyetitwasinsomewayifnotasmemoryfabledit。Aphrase，then，ofimpatience，thudofBlake’swingsofexcess。Iheartheruinofallspace，shatteredglassandtopplingmasonry，andtimeonelividfinalflame。What’sleftusthen？
Iforgottheplace，sir。279B。C。
Asculum，Stephensaid，glancingatthenameanddateinthegorescarredbook。
Yes，sir。Andhesaid：Anothervictorylikethatandwearedonefor。
Thatphrasetheworldhadremembered。Adulleaseofthemind。Fromahillaboveacorpsestrewnplainageneralspeakingtohisofficers，leaneduponhisspear。Anygeneraltoanyofficers。Theylendear。
You，Armstrong，Stephensaid。WhatwastheendofPyrrhus？
EndofPyrrhus，sir？
Iknow，sir。Askme，sir，Comynsaid。
Wait。You，Armstrong。DoyouknowanythingaboutPyrrhus？
AbagoffigrollslaysnuglyinArmstrong’ssatchel。Hecurledthembetweenhispalmsatwhilesandswallowedthemsoftly。Crumbsadheredtothetissuesofhislips。Asweetenedboy’sbreath。Welloffpeople，proudthattheireldestsonwasinthenavy。VicoRoad，Dalkey。
Pyrrhus，sir？Pyrrhus，apier。
Alllaughed。Mirthlesshighmaliciouslaughter。Armstronglookedroundathisclassmates，sillygleeinprofile。Inamomenttheywilllaughmoreloudly，awareofmylackofruleandofthefeestheirpapaspay。
Tellmenow，Stephensaid，pokingtheboy’sshoulderwiththebook，whatisapier。
Apier，sir，Armstrongsaid。Athingoutinthewaves。Akindofbridge。Kingstownpier，sir。
Somelaughedagain：mirthlessbutwithmeaning。Twointhebackbenchwhispered。Yes。Theyknew：hadneverlearnednoreverbeeninnocent。All。
Withenvyhewatchedtheirfaces。Edith，Ethel，Gerty，Lily。Theirlikes：
theirbreaths，too，sweetenedwithteaandjam，theirbraceletstitteringinthestruggle。
Kingstownpier，Stephensaid。Yes，adisappointedbridge。Thewordstroubledtheirgaze。
How，sir？Comynasked。Abridgeisacrossariver。
ForHaines’schapbook。No-oneheretohear。Tonightdeftlyamidwilddrinkandtalk，topiercethepolishedmailofhismind。Whatthen？Ajesteratthecourtofhismaster，indulgedanddisesteemed，winningaclementmaster’spraise。Whyhadtheychosenallthatpart？Notwhollyforthesmoothcaress。Forthemtoohistorywasatalelikeanyothertoooftenheard，theirlandapawnshop。
HadPyrrhusnotfallenbyabeldam’shandinArgosorJuliusCaesarnotbeenknifedtodeath？Theyarenottobethoughtaway。Timehasbrandedthemandfetteredtheyarelodgedintheroomoftheinfinitepossibilitiestheyhaveousted。Butcanthosehavebeenpossibleseeingthattheyneverwere？Orwasthatonlypossiblewhichcametopass？Weave，weaverofthewind。
Tellusastory，sir。
Oh，do，sir，aghoststory。
Wheredoyoubegininthis？Stephenasked，openinganotherbook。
Weepnomore，Comynsaid。
Goonthen，Talbot。
Andthehistory，sir？
After，Stephensaid。Goon，Talbot。
Aswarthyboyopenedabookandproppeditnimblyunderthebreastworkofhissatchel。Herecitedjerksofversewithoddglancesatthetext：Weepnomore，wofulshepherd，weepnomoreForLycidas，yoursorrow，isnotdead，Sunkthoughhebebeneaththewateryfloor……Itmustbeamovementthen，anactualityofthepossibleaspossible。Aristotle’sphraseformeditselfwithinthegabbledversesandfloatedoutintothestudioussilenceofthelibraryofSaintGenevievewherehehadread，shelteredfromthesinofParis，nightbynight。ByhiselbowadelicateSiameseconnedahandbookofstrategy。Fedandfeedingbrainsaboutme：underglowlamps，impaled，withfaintlybeatingfeelers：andinmymind’sdarknessaslothoftheunderworld，reluctant，shyofbrightness，shiftingherdragonscalyfolds。Thoughtisthethoughtofthought。Tranquilbrightness。Thesoulisinamannerallthatis：thesoulistheformofforms。Tranquillitysudden，vast，candescent：formofforms。
Talbotrepeated：ThroughthedearmightofHimthatwalkedthewaves，Throughthedearmight……Turnover，Stephensaidquietly。Idon’tseeanything。
What，sir？Talbotaskedsimply，bendingforward。
Hishandturnedthepageover。Heleanedbackandwentonagainhavingjustremembered。Ofhimthatwalkedthewaves。Herealsooverthesecravenheartshisshadowliesandonthescoffer’sheartandlipsandonmine。
Itliesupontheireagerfaceswhoofferedhimacoinofthetribute。ToCaesarwhatisCaesar’s，toGodwhatisGod’s。Alonglookfromdarkeyes，ariddlingsentencetobewovenonthechurch’slooms。Ay。Riddleme，riddleme，randyro。
Myfathergavemeseedstosow。Talbotslidhisclosedbookintohissatchel。
HaveIheardall？Stephenasked。
Yes，sir。Hockeyatten，sir。
Halfday，sir。Thursday。
Whocananswerariddle？Stephenasked。
Theybundledtheirbooksaway，pencilsclacking，pagesrustling。Crowdingtogethertheystrappedandbuckledtheirsatchels，allgabblinggaily：
Ariddle，sir？Askme，sir。
O，askme，sir。
Ahardone，sir。
Thisistheriddle，Stephensaid。ThecockcrewTheskywasblue：
ThebellsinheavenWerestrikingeleven。
TistimeforthispoorsoulTogotoheaven。Whatisthat？
What，sir？
Again，sir。Wedidn’thear。
Theireyesgrewbiggerasthelineswererepeated。AfterasilenceCochranesaid：
Whatisit，sir？Wegiveitup。
Stephen，histhroatitching，answered：
Thefoxburyinghisgrandmotherunderahollybush。
Hestoodupandgaveashoutofnervouslaughtertowhichtheircriesechoeddismay。
Astickstruckthedoorandavoiceinthecorridorcalled：
Hockey！
Theybrokeasunder，sidlingoutoftheirbenches，leapingthem。Quicklytheyweregoneandfromthelumberroomcametherattleofsticksandclamouroftheirbootsandtongues。
Sargentwhoalonehadlingeredcameforwardslowly，showinganopencopybook。Histangledhairandscraggyneckgavewitnessofunreadinessandthroughhismistyglassesweakeyeslookeduppleading。Onhischeek，dullandbloodless，asoftstainofinklay，dateshaped，recentanddampasasnail’sbed。
Heheldouthiscopybook。ThewordSumswaswrittenontheheadline。
Beneathwereslopingfiguresandatthefootacrookedsignaturewithblindloopsandablot。CyrilSargent：hisnameandseal。
MrDeasytoldmetowritethemoutallagain，hesaid，andshowthemtoyou，sir。
Stephentouchedtheedgesofthebook。Futility。
Doyouunderstandhowtodothemnow？heasked。
Numberseleventofifteen，Sargentanswered。MrDeasysaidIwastocopythemofftheboard，sir。
Canyoudothemyourself？Stephenasked。