Christfoxinleathertrews，hiding，arunawayinblightedtreeforksfromhueandcry。Knowingnovixen，walkinglonelyinthechase。Womenhewontohim，tenderpeople，awhoreofBabylon，ladiesofjustices，bullytapsters’wives。Foxandgeese。AndinNewPlaceaslackdishonouredbodythatoncewascomely，onceassweet，asfreshascinnamon，nowherleavesfalling，all，bare，frightedofthenarrowgraveandunforgiven。
Yes。Soyouthink。
Thedoorclosedbehindtheoutgoer。
Restsuddenlypossessedthediscreetvaultedcell，restofwarmandbroodingair。
Avestal’slamp。
Herehepondersthingsthatwerenot：whatCaesarwouldhavelivedtodohadhebelievedthesoothsayer：whatmighthavebeen：possibilitiesofthepossibleaspossible：thingsnotknown：whatnameAchillesborewhenhelivedamongwomen。
Coffinedthoughtsaroundme，inmummycases，embalmedinspiceofwords。
Thoth，godoflibraries，abirdgod，moonycrowned。AndIheardthevoiceofthatEgyptianhighpriest。Inpaintedchambersloadedwithtilebooks。
Theyarestill。Oncequickinthebrainsofmen。Still：butanitchofdeathisinthem，totellmeinmyearamaudlintale，urgemetowreaktheirwill。
Certainly，JohnEglintonmused，ofallgreatmenheisthemostenigmatic。
Weknownothingbutthathelivedandsuffered。Notevensomuch。Othersabideourquestion。Ashadowhangsoveralltherest。
ButHamletissopersonal，isn’tit？MrBestpleaded。Imean，akindofprivatepaper，don’tyouknow，ofhisprivatelife。ImeanI
don’tcareabutton，don’tyouknow，whoiskilledorwhoisguilty……
Herestedaninnocentbookontheedgeofthedesk，smilinghisdefiance。
Hisprivatepapersintheoriginal。Taanbadarantir。Taimimoshagart。
Putbeurlaonit，littlejohn。
QuothlittlejohnEglinton：
IwaspreparedforparadoxesfromwhatMalachiMulligantoldusbutImayaswellwarnyouthatifyouwanttoshakemybeliefthatShakespeareisHamletyouhaveasterntaskbeforeyou。
Bearwithme。
Stephenwithstoodthebaneofmiscreanteyes，glintingsternunderwrinkledbrows。Abasilisk。Equandovedel’uomol’attosca。MesserBrunetto，Ithanktheefortheword。
Aswe，ormotherDana，weaveandunweaveourbodies，Stephensaid，fromdaytoday，theirmoleculesshuttledtoandfro，sodoestheartistweaveandunweavehisimage。AndasthemoleonmyrightbreastiswhereitwaswhenIwasborn，thoughallmybodyhasbeenwovenofnewstufftimeaftertime，sothroughtheghostoftheunquietfathertheimageoftheunlivingsonlooksforth。Intheintenseinstantofimagination，whenthemind，Shelleysays，isafadingcoal，thatwhichIwasisthatwhichIamandthatwhichinpossibilityImaycometobe。Sointhefuture，thesisterofthepast，ImayseemyselfasIsitherenowbutbyreflectionfromthatwhichthenIshallbe。
DrummondofHawthorndenhelpedyouatthatstile。
Yes，MrBestsaidyoungly，IfeelHamletquiteyoung。ThebitternessmightbefromthefatherbutthepassageswithOpheliaaresurelyfromtheson。
Hasthewrongsowbythelug。Heisinmyfather。Iaminhisson。
Thatmoleisthelasttogo，Stephensaid，laughing。
JohnEglintonmadeanothingpleasingmow。
Ifthatwerethebirthmarkofgenius，hesaid，geniuswouldbeadruginthemarket。TheplaysofShakespeare’slateryearswhichRenanadmiredsomuchbreatheanotherspirit。
Thespiritofreconciliation，thequakerlibrarianbreathed。
Therecanbenoreconciliation，Stephensaid，iftherehasnotbeenasundering。
Saidthat。
IfyouwanttoknowwhataretheeventswhichcasttheirshadowoverthehelloftimeofKingLear，Othello，Hamlet，TroilusandCressida，looktoseewhenandhowtheshadowlifts。Whatsoftenstheheartofaman，Shipwreckedinstormsdire，Tried，likeanotherUlysses，Pericles，princeofTyre？
Head，redconecapped，buffeted，brineblinded。
Achild，agirlplacedinhisarms，Marina。
Theleaningofsophiststowardsthebypathsofapocryphaisaconstantquantity，JohnEglintondetected。Thehighroadsaredrearybuttheyleadtothetown。
GoodBacon：gonemusty。ShakespeareBacon’swildoats。Cypherjugglersgoingthehighroads。Seekersonthegreatquest。Whattowngoodmasters？
Mummedinnames：A。E。，eon：Magee，JohnEglinton。Eastofthesun，westofthemoon：Tirnan-og。Bootedthetwainandstaved。HowmanymilestoDublin？
Threescoreandten，sir。
Willwebetherebycandlelight？MrBrandesacceptsit，Stephensaid，asthefirstplayoftheclosingperiod。
Doeshe？WhatdoesMrSidneyLee，orMrSimonLazarus，assomeaverhisnameis，sayofit？
Marina，Stephensaid，achildofstorm，Miranda，awonder，Perdita，thatwhichwaslost。Whatwaslostisgivenbacktohim：hisdaughter’schild。Mydearestwife，Periclessays，waslikethismaid。
Willanymanlovethedaughterithehasnotlovedthemother？
Theartofbeingagrandfather，MrBestganmurmur。L’artd’ê；tregrand……
Hisownimagetoamanwiththatqueerthinggeniusisthestandardofallexperience，materialandmoral。Suchanappealwilltouchhim。Theimagesofothermalesofhisbloodwillrepelhim。Hewillseeinthemgrotesqueattemptsofnaturetoforetellorrepeathimself。
Thebenignforeheadofthequakerlibrarianenkindledrosilywithhope。
IhopeMrDedaluswillworkouthistheoryfortheenlightenmentofthepublic。AndweoughttomentionanotherIrishcommentator，MrGeorgeBernardShaw。NorshouldweforgetMrFrankHarris。HisarticlesonShakespeareintheSaturdayReviewweresurelybrilliant。Oddlyenoughhetoodrawsforusanunhappyrelationwiththedarkladyofthesonnets。ThefavouredrivalisWilliamHerbert，earlofPembroke。Iownthatifthepoetmustberejected，sucharejectionwouldseemmoreinharmonywith-whatshallIsay？-ournotionsofwhatoughtnottohavebeen。
Felicitouslyheceasedandheldameekheadamongthem，auk’segg，prizeoftheirfray。
Hethousandtheesherwithgravehusbandwords。Dostlove，Miriam？Dostlovethyman？
Thatmaybetoo，Stephensaid。ThereisasayingofGoethe’swhichMrMageelikestoquote。Bewareofwhatyouwishforinyouthbecauseyouwillgetitinmiddlelife。Whydoeshesendtoonewhoisabuonaroba，abaywhereallmenride，amaidofhonourwithascandalousgirlhood，alordlingtowooforhim？HewashimselfalordoflanguageandhadmadehimselfacoistrelgentlemanandhadwrittenRomeoandJuliet。Why？
Beliefinhimselfhasbeenuntimelykilled。Hewasoverborneinacornfieldfirstryefield，Ishouldsayandhewillneverbeavictorinhisowneyesafternorplayvictoriouslythegameoflaughandliedown。Assumeddongiovannismwillnotsavehim。Nolaterundoingwillundothefirstundoing。
Thetuskoftheboarhaswoundedhimthere-whereloveliesableeding。Iftheshrewisworstedyetthereremainstoherwoman’sinvisibleweapon。
Thereis，Ifeelinthewords，somegoadofthefleshdrivinghimintoanewpassion，adarkershadowofthefirst，darkeningevenhisownunderstandingofhimself。Alifefateawaitshimandthetworagescommingleinawhirlpool。
Theylist。AndintheporchesoftheirearsIpour。
Thesoulhasbeenbeforestrickenmortally，apoisonpouredintheporchofasleepingear。ButthosewhoaredonetodeathinsleepcannotknowthemanneroftheirquellunlesstheirCreatorendowtheirsoulswiththatknowledgeinthelifetocome。ThepoisoningandthebeastwithtwobacksthaturgeditkingHamlet’sghostcouldnotknowofwerehenotendowedwithknowledgebyhiscreator。ThatiswhythespeechhisleanunlovelyEnglishisalwaysturnedelsewhere，backward。Ravisherandravished，whathewouldbutwouldnot，gowithhimfromLucrece’sbluecircledivoryglobestoImogen’sbreast，bare，withitsmolecinquespotted。Hegoesback，wearyofthecreationhehaspileduptohidehimfromhimself，anolddoglickinganoldsore。But，becauselossishisgain，hepassesontowardseternityinundiminishedpersonality，untaughtbythewisdomhehaswrittenorbythelawshehasrevealed。Hisbeaverisup。Heisaghost，ashadownow，thewindbyElsinore’srocksorwhatyouwill，thesea’svoice，avoiceheardonlyintheheartofhimwhoisthesubstanceofhisshadow，thesonconsubstantialwiththefather。
Amen！respondedfromthedoorway。
Hastthoufoundme，Omineenemy？
Entr’acte。
Aribaldface，sullenasadean’s，BuckMulligancameforwardsthenblitheinmotley，towardsthegreetingoftheirsmiles。Mytelegram。
Youwerespeakingofthegaseousvertebrate，ifImistakenot？heaskedofStephen。
PrimrosevestedhegreetedgailywithhisdoffedPanamaaswithabauble。
Theymakehimwelcome。WasDinverlachstwirstDunochdienen。
Broddofmockers：Photius，pseudomalachi，JohannMost。
HeWhoHimselfbegot，middlertheHolyGhost，andHimselfsenthimself，Agenbuyer，betweenHimselfandothers，Who，putuponbyHisfiends，strippedandwhipped，wasnailedlikebattobarndoor，starvedoncrosstree，WholetHimbury，stoodup，harrowedhell，faredintoheavenandtherethesenineteenhundredyearssittethontherighthandofHisOwnSelfbutyetshallcomeinthelatterdaytodoomthequickanddeadwhenallthequickshallbedeadalready。Heliftshands。Veilsfall。O，flowers！Bellswithbellswithbellsaquiring。Yes，indeed，thequakerlibrariansaid。Amostinstructivediscussion，MrMulligan，I’llbebound，hashistheorytoooftheplayandofShakespeare。
Allsidesoflifeshouldberepresented。
Hesmiledonallsidesequally。
BuckMulliganthought，puzzled：
Shakespeare？hesaid。Iseemtoknowthename。
Aflyingsunnysmilerayedinhisloosefeatures。
Tobesure，hesaid，rememberingbrightly。ThechapthatwriteslikeSynge。
MrBestturnedtohim：
Hainesmissedyou，hesaid。Didyoumeethim？He’llseeyouafterattheD。B。C。He’sgonetoGill’stobuyHyde’sLovesongsofConnacht。
Icamethroughthemuseum，BuckMulligansaid。Washehere？
Thebard’sfellowcountrymen，JohnEglintonanswered，arerathertiredperhapsofourbrillianciesoftheorising。IhearthatanactressplayedHamletforthefourhundredandeighthtimelastnightinDublin。Viningheldthattheprincewasawoman。Hasno-onemadehimouttobeanIrishman？
JudgeBarton，Ibelieve，issearchingforsomeclues。HeswearsHisHighnessnotHisLordshipbysaintPatrick。
ThemostbrilliantofallisthatstoryofWilde’s，MrBestsaid，liftinghisbrilliantnotebook。ThatPortraitofMrW。H。whereheprovesthatthesonnetswerewrittenbyaWillieHughes，amanallhues。
ForWillieHughes，isitnot？thequakerlibrarianasked。
OrHughieWills。MrWilliamHimself。W。H。：whoamI？
Imean，forWillieHughes，MrBestsaid，amendinghisglosseasily。
Ofcourseit’sallparadox，don’tyouknow，Hughesandhewsandhuesthecolour，butit’ssotypicalthewayheworksitout。It’stheveryessenceofWilde，don’tyouknow。Thelighttouch。
Hisglancetouchedtheirfaceslightlyashesmiled，ablondephebe。
TameessenceofWilde。
You’redarnedwitty。ThreedramsofusquebaughyoudrankwithDanDeasy’sducats。