Sweatofmybrow，saysJoe。’Twastheprudentmembergavemethewheeze。
IsawhimbeforeImetyou，saysI，slopingaroundbyPilllaneandGreekstreetwithhiscod’seyecountingupallthegutsofthefish。
WhocomesthroughMichan’sland，bedightinsablearmour？O’Bloom，thesonofRory：itishe。ImpervioustofearisRory’sson：heoftheprudentsoul。
FortheoldwomanofPrince’sstreet，saysthecitizen，thesubsidisedorgan。Thepledgeboundpartyonthefloorofthehouse。Andlookatthisblastedrag，sayshe。Lookatthis，sayshe。TheIrishIndependent，ifyouplease，foundedbyParnelltobetheworkingman’sfriend。ListentothebirthsanddeathsintheIrishallforIrelandIndependentandI’llthankyouandthemarriages。
Andhestartsreadingthemout：
Gordon，BarnfieldCrescent，Exeter；RedmayneofIffley，SaintAnne’sonSea，thewifeofWilliamT。Redmayne，ofason。How’sthat，eh？WrightandFlint，VincentandGilletttoRothaMariondaughterofRosaandthelateGeorgeAlfredGillett，179ClaphamRoad，Stockwell，PlaywoodandRidsdaleatSaintJude’sKensingtonbytheveryreverendDrForrest，DeanofWorcester，eh？Deaths。Bristow，atWhitehalllane，London：Carr，StokeNewington，ofgastritisandheartdisease：Cockburn，attheMoathouse，Chepstow。
Iknowthatfellow，saysJoe，frombitterexperience。
Cockburn。Dimsey，wifeofDavieDimsey，lateoftheadmiralty：Miller，Tottenham，agedeightyfive：Welsh，June12，at35CanningStreet，Liverpool，IsabellaHelen。How’sthatforanationalpress，eh，mybrownson？How’sthatforMartinMurphy，theBantryjobber？
Ah，well，saysJoe，handingroundtheboose。ThanksbetoGodtheyhadthestartofus。Drinkthat，citizen。
Iwill，sayshe，honourableperson。
Health，Joe，saysI。Andalldowntheform。
Ah！Owl！Don’tbetalking！Iwasbluemouldyforthewantofthatpint。
DeclaretoGodIcouldhearithitthepitofmystomachwithaclick。
Andlo，astheyquaffedtheircupofjoy，agodlikemessengercameswiftlyin，radiantastheeyeofheaven，acomelyyouth，andbehindhimtherepassedanelderofnoblegaitandcountenance，bearingthesacredscrollsoflaw，andwithhimhisladywife，adameofpeerlesslineage，fairestofherrace。
LittleAlfBerganpoppedinroundthedoorandhidbehindBarney’ssnug，squeezedupwiththelaughing，andwhowassittingupthereinthecornerthatIhadn’tseensnoringdrunk，blindtotheworld，onlyBobDoran。I
didn’tknowwhatwasupandAlfkeptmakingsignsoutofthedoor。AndbegobwhatwasitonlythatbloodyoldpantaloonDenisBreeninhisbathslipperswithtwobloodybigbookstuckedunderhisoxterandthewifehotfootafterhim，unfortunatewretchedwomantrottinglikeapoodle。I
thoughtAlfwouldsplit。
Lookathim，sayshe。Breen。He’straipsingallroundDublinwithapostcardsomeonesenthimwithu。p。：uponittotakeali……
Andhedoubledup。
Takeawhat？saysI。
Libelaction，sayshe，fortenthousandpounds。
Ohell！saysI。
Thebloodymongrelbegantogrowlthat’dputthefearofGodinyouseeingsomethingwasupbutthecitizengavehimakickintheribs。
Biidhohusht，sayshe。
Who？saysJoe。
Breen，saysAlf。HewasinJohnHenryMenton’sandthenhewentroundtoCollisandWard’sandthenTomRochfordmethimandsenthimroundtothesubsheriff’sforalark。OGod，I’veapainlaughing。U。p。：up。ThelongfellowgavehimaneyeasgoodasaprocessandnowthebloodyoldlunaticisgoneroundtoGreenStreettolookforaG。man。
WhenislongJohngoingtohangthatfellowinMountjoy？saysJoe。
Bergan，saysBobDoran，wakingup。IsthatAlfBergan？
Yes，saysAlf。Hanging？WaittillIshowyou。Here，Terry，giveusapony。Thatbloodyoldfool！Tenthousandpounds。YoushouldhaveseenlongJohn’seye。U。p……
Andhestartedlaughing。
Whoareyoulaughingat？saysBobDoran。IsthatBergan？
Hurryup，Terryboy，saysAlf。
TerenceO’RyanheardhimandstraightwaybroughthimacrystalcupfullofthefoamingebonalewhichthenobletwinbrothersBungiveaghandBungardilaunbreweverintheirdivinealevats，cunningasthesonsofdeathlessLeda。
Fortheygarnerthesucculentberriesofthehopandmassandsiftandbruiseandbrewthemandtheymixtherewithsourjuicesandbringthemusttothesacredfireandceasenotnightordayfromtheirtoil，thosecunningbrothers，lordsofthevat。
Thendidyou，chivalrousTerence，handforth，astothemannerborn，thatnectarousbeverageandyouofferedthecrystalcuptohimthatthirsted，thesoulofchivalry，inbeautyakintotheimmortals。
Buthe，theyoungchiefoftheO’Bergan’s，couldillbrooktobeoutdoneingenerousdeedsbutgavethereforwithgraciousgestureatestoonofcostliestbronze。Thereonembossedinexcellentsmithworkwasseentheimageofaqueenofregalport，scionofthehouseofBrunswick，Victoriahername，HerMostExcellentMajesty，bygraceofGodoftheUnitedKingdomofGreatBritainandIrelandandoftheBritishdominionsbeyondthesea，queen，defenderofthefaith，EmpressofIndia，evenshe，whoborerule，avictressovermanypeoples，thewell-beloved，fortheyknewandlovedherfromtherisingofthesuntothegoingdownthereof，thepale，thedark，theruddyandtheethiop。
What’sthatbloodyfreemasondoing，saysthecitizen，prowlingupanddownoutside？
What’sthat？saysJoe。
Hereyouare，saysAlf，chuckingouttherhino。Talkingabouthanging。
I’llshowyousomethingyouneversaw。Hangmen’sletters。Lookathere。
Sohetookabundleofwispsoflettersandenvelopesoutofhispocket。
Areyoucodding？saysI。
Honestinjun，saysAlf。Readthem。
SoJoetookuptheletters。
Whoareyoulaughingat？saysBobDoran。
SoIsawtherewasgoingtobebitofadust。Bob’saqueerchapwhentheporter’supinhimsosaysIjusttomaketalk：
How’sWillyMurraythosetimes，Alf？
Idon’tknow，saysAlf。IsawhimjustnowinCapelStreetwithPaddyDignam。OnlyIwasrunningafterthat。
Youwhat？saysJoe，throwingdowntheletters。Withwho？
WithDignam，saysAlf。
IsitPaddy？saysJoe。
Yes，saysAlf。Why？
Don’tyouknowhe’sdead？saysJoe。
PaddyDignamdead？saysAlf。
Ay，saysJoe。
SureI’mafterseeinghimnotfiveminutesago，saysAlf，asplainasapikestaff。
Who’sdead？saysBobDoran。
Yousawhisghostthen，saysJoe，Godbetweenusandharm。
What？saysAlf。GoodChrist，onlyfive……What？……andWillieMurraywithhim，thetwoofthemtherenearwhat-doyoucallhim’s……What？Dignamdead？
WhataboutDignam？saysBobDoran。Who’stalkingabout……？
Dead！saysAlf。Heisnomoredeadthanyouare。
Maybeso，saysJoe。Theytookthelibertyofburyinghimthismorninganyhow。
Paddy？saysAlf。
Ay，saysJoe。Hepaidthedebtofnature，Godbemercifultohim。
GoodChrist！saysAlf。
Begobhewaswhatyoumightcallflabbergasted。
Inthedarknessspirithandswerefelttoflutterandwhenprayerbytantrashadbeendirectedtotheproperquarterafaintbutincreasingluminosityofrubylightbecamegraduallyvisible，theapparitionoftheethericdoublebeingparticularlylifelikeowingtothedischargeofjivicraysfromthecrownoftheheadandface。Communicationwaseffectedthroughthepituitarybodyandalsobymeansoftheorangefieryandscarletraysemanatingfromthesacralregionandsolarplexus。Questionedbyhisearthnameastohiswhereaboutsintheheaven-worldhestatedthathewasnowonthepathofpralayaorreturnbutwasstillsubmittedtotrialatthehandsofcertainbloodthirstyentitiesonthelowerastrallevels。Inreplytoaquestionastohisfirstsensationsinthegreatdividebeyondhestatedthatpreviouslyhehadseenasinaglassdarklybutthatthosewhohadpassedoverhadsummitpossibilitiesofatmicdevelopmentopeneduptothem。Interrogatedastowhetherlifethereresembledourexperienceinthefleshhestatedthathehadheardfrommorefavouredbeingsnowinthespiritthattheirabodeswereequippedwitheverymodernhomecomfortsuchastalafana，alavatar，hatakalda，wataklasatandthatthehighestadeptsweresteepedinwavesofvolupcyoftheverypurestnature。Havingrequestedaquartofbuttermilkthiswasbroughtandevidentlyaffordedrelief。AskedifhehadanymessageforthelivingheexhortedallwhowerestillatthewrongsideofMayatoacknowledgethetruepathforitwasreportedindevaniccirclesthatMarsandJupiterwereoutformischiefontheeasternanglewheretheramhaspower。Itwasthenqueriedwhethertherewereanyspecialdesiresonthepartofthedefunctandthereplywas：Wegreetyou，friendsofearth，whoarestillinthebody。MindC。K。doesn’tpileiton。ItwasascertainedthatthereferencewastoMrCorneliusKelleher，managerofMessrsH。J。O’Neill’spopularfuneralestablishment，apersonalfriendofthedefunct，whohadbeenresponsibleforthecarryingoutoftheintermentarrangements。BeforedepartingherequestedthatitshouldbetoldtohisdearsonPatsythattheotherbootwhichhehadbeenlookingforwasatpresentunderthecommodeinthereturnroomandthatthepairshouldbesenttoCullen’stobesoledonlyastheheelswerestillgood。Hestatedthatthishadgreatlyperturbedhispeaceofmindintheotherregionandearnestlyrequestedthathisdesireshouldbemadeknown。
Assurancesweregiventhatthematterwouldbeattendedtoanditwasintimatedthatthishadgivensatisfaction。
Heisgonefrommortalhaunts：O’Dignam，sunofourmorning。Fleetwashisfootonthebracken：Patrickofthebeamybrow。Wail，Banba，withyourwind：andwail，Oocean，withyourwhirlwind。
Thereheisagain，saysthecitizen，staringout。
Who？saysI。
Bloom，sayshe。He’sonpointdutyupanddownthereforthelasttenminutes。
And，begob，Isawhisphysogdoapeepinandthenslidderoffagain。
LittleAlfwasknockedbawways。Faith，hewas。
GoodChrist！sayshe。Icouldhaveswornitwashim。
AndsaysBobDoran，withthehatonthebackofhispoll，lowestblackguardinDublinwhenhe’sundertheinfluence：
WhosaidChristisgood？
Ibegyourparsnips，saysAlf。
IsthatagoodChrist，saysBobDoran，totakeawaypoorlittleWillyDignam？
Ah，well，saysAlf，tryingtopassitoff。He’soverallhistroubles。
ButBobDoranshoutsoutofhim。
He’sabloodyruffianIsay，totakeawaypoorlittleWillyDignam。
Terrycamedownandtippedhimthewinktokeepquiet，thattheydidn’twantthatkindoftalkinarespectablelicensedpremises。AndBobDoranstartsdoingtheweepsaboutPaddyDignam，trueasyou’rethere。
Thefinestman，sayshe，snivelling，thefinestpurestcharacter。
Thetearisbloodynearyoureye。Talkingthroughhisbloodyhat。Fitterforhimtogohometothelittlesleepwalkingbitchhemarried，Mooney，thebumbailiff’sdaughter。MotherkeptakipinHardwickestreetthatusedtobestravagingaboutthelandingsBantamLyonstoldmethatwasstoppingthereattwointhemorningwithoutastitchonher，exposingherperson，opentoallcomers，fairfieldandnofavour。
Thenoblest，thetruest，sayshe。Andhe’sgone，poorlittleWilly，poorlittlePaddyDignam。
Andmournfulandwithaheavyhearthebewepttheextinctionofthatbeamofheaven。
OldGarryowenstartedgrowlingagainatBloomthatwasskeezingroundthedoor。
Comein，comeon，hewon’teatyou，saysthecitizen。
SoBloomslopesinwithhiscod’seyeonthedogandheasksTerrywasMartinCunninghamthere。
O，ChristM’Keown，saysJoe，readingoneoftheletters。Listentothis，willyou？
Andhestartsreadingoutone。7，HunterStreet，Liverpool。
TotheHighSheriffofDublin，Dublin。
Honouredsiribegtooffermyservicesintheabove-mentionedpainfulcaseihangedJoeGanninBootlejailonthe12ofFebruary1900andihanged……
Showus，Joe，saysI……privateArthurChaceforfowlmurderofJessieTilsitinPentonvilleprisonandiwasassistantwhen