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x is thirtyfive thousand。 Fall quite flat。 It's on account of the sounds it is。
Instance he's playing now。 Improvising。 Might be what you like till you hear the words。 Want to listen sharp。 Hard。 Begin all right： then hear chords a bit off： feel lost a bit。 In and out of sacks over barrels； through wirefences； obstacle race。 Time makes the tune。 Question of mood you're in。 Still always nice to hear。 Except scales up and down； girls learning。 Two together nextdoor neighbours。 Ought to invent dummy pianos for that。 Blumenlied I bought for her。 The name。 Playing it slow； a girl； night I came home； the girl。 Door of the stables near Cecilia street。 Milly no taste。 Queer because we both I mean。
Bald deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink。 Pat set with ink pen quite flat pad。 Pat took plate dish knife fork。 Pat went。
It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben。 He heard them as a boy in Ringabella； Crosshaven； Ringabella； singing their barcaroles。 Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships。 Walking； you know； Ben； in the moonlight with those earthquake hats。 Blending their voices。 God； such music； Ben。 Heard as a boy。 Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole。
Sour pipe removed he held a shield of hand beside his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall； clear from anear； a call from afar； replying。
Down the edge of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's your other eye； scanning for where did I see that。 Callan； Coleman； Dignam Patrick。 Heigho！ Heigho！ Fawcett。 Aha！ Just I was looking。。。
Hope he's not looking； cute as a rat。 He held unfurled his Freeman。 Can't see now。 Remember write Greek ees。 Bloom dipped； Bloo mur： dear sir。 Dear Henry wrote： dear Mady。 Got your lett and flow。 Hell did I put？ Some pock or oth。 It is utterl imposs。 Underline imposs。 To write today。
Bore this。 Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought。
On。 Know what I mean。 No； change that ee。 Accept my poor little pres enclos。 Ask her no answ。 Hold on。 Five Dig。 Two about here。 Penny the gulls。 Elijah is 。 Seven Davy Byrne's。 Is eight about。 Say half a crown。 My poor little pres： p。 o。 two and six。 Write me a long。 Do you despise？ Jingle； have you the？ So excited。 Why do you call me naught？ You naughty too？ O； Mairy lost the pin of her。 Bye for today。 Yes； yes； will tell you。 Want to。 To keep it up。 Call me that other。 Other world she wrote。 My patience are exhaust。 To keep it up。 You must believe。 Believe。 The tank。 It。 Is。 True。
Folly am I writing？ Husbands don't。 That's marriage does； their wives。 Because I'm away from。 Suppose。 But how？ She must。 Keep young。 If she found out。 Card in my high grade ha。 No； not tell all。 Useless pain。 If they don't see。 Woman。 Sauce for the gander。
A hackney car； number three hundred and twentyfour； driver Barton James of number one Harmony avenue； Donnybrook； on which sat a fare； a young gentleman； stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias； tailor and cutter； of number five Eden quay； and wearing a straw hat very dressy； bought of John Plasto of number one Great Brunswick street； hatter。 Eh？ This is the jingle that joggled and jingled。 By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare。
Answering an ad？ keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom。
Yes； Mr Bloom said。 Town traveller。 Nothing doing； I expect。
Bloom mur： best references。 But Henry wrote： it will excite me。 You know now。 In haste。 Henry。 Greek ee。 Better add postscript。 What is he playing now？ Improvising intermezzo。 P。 S。 The rum tum tum。 How will you pun？ You punish me？ Crooked skirt swinging； whack by。 Tell me I want to。 Know。 O。 Course if I didn't I wouldn't ask。 La la la ree。 Trails off there sad in minor。 Why minor sad？ Sign H。 They like sad tail at end。 P。 P。 S。 La la la ree。 I feel so sad today。 La ree。 So lonely。 Dee。
He blotted quick on pad of Pat。 Envel。 Address。 Just copy out of paper。 Murmured： Messrs Callan； Coleman and Co； limited。 Henry wrote：
Miss Martha Clifford
c/o P。 O。
Dolphin's barn lane
Dublin。
Blot over the other so he can't read。 Right。 Idea prize titbit。 Something detective read off blottingpad。 Payment at the rate of guinea per col。 Matcham often thinks the laughing witch。 Poor Mrs Purefoy。 U。 p。： up。
Too poetical that about the sad。 Music did that。 Music hath charms Shakespeare said。 Quotations every day in the year。 To be or not to be。 Wisdom while you wait。
In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks； greyed…auburn。 One life is all。 One body。 Do。 But do。
Done anyhow。 Postal order stamp。 Postoffice lower down。 Walk now。 Enough。 Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them。 Dislike that job。 House of mourning。 Walk。 Pat！ Doesn't hear。 Deaf beetle he is。
Car near there now。 Talk。 Talk。 Pat！ Doesn't。 Settling those napkins。 Lot of ground he must cover in the day。 Paint face behind on him then he'd be two。 Wish they'd sing more。 Keep my mind off。
Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins。 Pat is a waiter hard of his hearing。 Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait。 Hee hee hee hee。 He waits while you wait。 Hee hee。 A waiter is he。 Hee hee hee hee。 He waits while you wait。 While you wait if you wait he will wait while you wait。 Hee hee hee hee。 Hoh。 Wait while you wait。
Douce now。 Douce Lydia。 Bronze and rose。
She had a gorgeous； simply gorgeous； time。 And look at the lovely shell she brought。
To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he； George Lidwell； solicitor； might hear。
Listen！ she bade him。
Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the acpanist wove music slow。 Authentic fact。 How Walter Bapty lost his voice。 Well； sir； the husband took him by the throat。 Scoundrel； said he。 You'll sing no more lovesongs。 He did； sir Tom。 Bob Cowley wove。 Tenors get wom。 Cowley lay back。
Ah； now he heard； she holding it to his ear。 Hear！ He heard。 Wonderful。 She held it to her own and through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided。 To hear。
Tap。
Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears。 He heard more faintly that that they heard； each for herself alone； then each for other； hearing the plash of waves； loudly； a silent roar。
Bronze by a weary gold； anear； afar； they listened。
Her ear too is a shell； the peeping lobe there。 Been to the seaside。 Lovely seaside girls。 Skin tanned raw。 Should have put on coldcream first make it brown。 Buttered toast。 O and that lotion mustn't forget。 Fever near her mouth。 Your head it simply。 Hair braided over： shell with seaweed。 Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair？ And Turks their mouth； why？ Her eyes over the sheet； a yashmak。 Find the way in。 A cave。 No admittance except on business。
The sea they think they hear。 Singing。 A roar。 The blood is it。 Souse in the ear sometimes。 Well； it's a sea。 Corpuscle islands。
Wonderful really。 So distinct。 Again。 George Lidwell held its murmur； hearing： then laid it by； gently。
What are the wild waves saying？ he asked her； smiled。
Charming； seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled。
Tap。
By Larry O'Rourke's； by Larry； bold Larry O'； Boylan swayed and Boylan turned。
From the forsaken shell Miss Mina glided to her tankard waiting。 No； she was not so lonely archly Miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know。 Walks in the moonlight by the sea。 No； not alone。 With whom？ She nobly answered： with a gentleman friend。
Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the treble played again。 The landlord has the prior。 A little time。 Long John。 Big Ben Lightly he played a light bright tinkling measure for tripping ladies； arch and smiling； and for their gallants； gentlemen friends。 One： one； one； one： two； one； three； four。
Sea； wind； leaves； thunder； waters； cows lowing； the cattle market； cocks； hens don't crow； snakes hissss。 There's music everywhere。 Ruttledge's door： ee creaking。 No； that's noise。 Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now。 Court dresses of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing。 Misery。 Peasants outside。 Green starving faces eating dockleaves。 Nice that is。 Look： look； look； look； look； look： you look at us。
That's joyful I can feel。 Never have written it。 Why？ My joy is other joy。 But both are joys。 Yes； joy it must be。 Mere fact of music shows you are。 Often though