尤利西斯-第68章

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hobbies。　As　God　made　them　He　matched　them。　Sometimes　children　turn　out　well　enough。　Twice　nought　makes　one。　Or　old　rich　chap　of　seventy　and　blushing　bride。　Marry　in　May　and　repent　in　December。　This　wet　is　very　unpleasant。　Stuck。　Well　the　foreskin　is　not　back。　Better　detach。　
Ow！　
Other　hand　a　sixfooter　with　a　wifey　up　to　his　watchpocket。　Long　and　the　short　of　it。　Big　he　and　little　she。　Very　strange　about　my　watch。　Wristwatches　are　always　going　wrong。　Wonder　is　there　any　magnetic　influence　between　the　person　because　that　was　about　the　time　he。　Yes；　I　suppose　at　once。　Cat's　away　the　mice　will　play。　I　remember　looking　in　Pill　lane。　Also　that　now　is　magnetism。　Back　of　everything　magnetism。　Earth　for　instance　pulling　this　and　being　pulled。　That　causes　movement。　And　time？　Well　that's　the　time　the　movement　takes。　Then　if　one　thing　stopped　the　whole　ghesabo　would　stop　bit　by　bit。　Because　it's　arranged。　Magnetic　needle　tells　you　what's　going　on　in　the　sun；　the　stars。　Little　piece　of　steel　iron。　When　you　hold　out　the　fork。　e。　e。　Tip。　Woman　and　man　that　is。　Fork　and　steel。　Molly；　he。　Dress　up　and　look　and　suggest　and　let　you　see　and　see　more　and　defy　you　if　you're　a　man　to　see　that　and；　like　a　sneeze　ing；　legs；　look；　look　and　if　you　have　any　guts　in　you。　Tip。　Have　to　let　fly。　
Wonder　how　is　she　feeling　in　that　region。　Shame　all　put　on　before　third　person。　More　put　out　about　a　hole　in　her　stocking。　Molly；　her　underjaw　stuck　out　head　back；　about　the　farmer　in　the　ridingboots　and　spurs　at　the　horse　show。　And　when　the　painters　were　in　Lombard　street　west。　Fine　voice　that　fellow　had。　How　Giuglini　began。　Smell　that　I　did；　like　flowers。　It　was　too。　Violets。　Came　from　the　turpentine　probably　in　the　paint。　Make　their　own　use　of　everything。　Same　time　doing　it　scraped　her　slipper　on　the　floor　so　they　wouldn't　hear。　But　lots　of　them　can't　kick　the　beam；　I　think。　Keep　that　thing　up　for　hours。　Kind　of　a　general　all　round　over　me　and　half　down　my　back。　
Wait。　Hm。　Hm。　Yes。　That's　her　perfume。　Why　she　waved　her　hand。　I　leave　you　this　to　think　of　me　when　I'm　far　away　on　the　pillow。　What　is　it？　Heliotrope？　No；　Hyacinth？　Hm。　Roses；　I　think。　She'd　like　scent　of　that　kind。　Sweet　and　cheap：　soon　sour。　Why　Molly　likes　opoponax。　Suits　her　with　a　little　jessamine　mixed。　Her　high　notes　and　her　low　notes。　At　the　dance　night　she　met　him；　dance　of　the　hours。　Heat　brought　it　out。　She　was　wearing　her　black　and　it　had　the　perfume　of　the　time　before。　Good　conductor；　is　it？　Or　bad？　Light　too。　Suppose　there's　some　connection。　For　instance　if　you　go　into　a　cellar　where　it's　dark。　Mysterious　thing　too。　Why　did　I　smell　it　only　now？　Took　its　time　in　ing　like　herself；　slow　but　sure。　Suppose　it's　ever　so　many　millions　of　tiny　grains　blown　across。　Yes；　it　is。　Because　those　spice　islands；　Cinghalese　this　morning；　smell　them　leagues　off。　Tell　you　what　it　is。　It's　like　a　fine　veil　or　web　they　have　all　over　the　skin；　fine　like　what　do　you　call　it　gossamer　and　they're　aways　spinning　it　out　of　them；　fine　as　anything；　rainbow　colours　without　knowing　it。　Clings　to　everything　she　takes　off。　Vamp　of　her　stockings。　Warm　shoe。　Stays。　Drawers：　little　kick；　taking　them　off。　Byby　till　next　time。　Also　the　cat　likes　to　sniff　in　her　shift　on　the　bed。　Know　her　smell　in　a　thousand。　Bathwater　too。　Reminds　me　of　strawberries　and　cream。　Wonder　where　it　is　really。　There　or　the　armpits　or　under　the　neck。　Because　you　get　it　out　of　all　holes　and　corners。　Hyacinth　perfume　made　of　oil　or　ether　or　something。　Muskrat。　Bag　under　their　tails　one　grain　pour　off　odour　for　years。　Dogs　at　each　other　behind。　Good　evening。　Evening。　How　do　you　sniff？　Hm。　Hm。　Very　well；　thank　you。　Animals　go　by　that。　Yes　now；　look　at　it　that　way。　We're　the　same。　Some　women　for　instance　warn　you　off　when　they　have　their　period。　e　near。　Then　get　a　hogo　you　could　hang　your　hat　on。　Like　what？　Potted　herrings　gone　stale　or。　Boof！　Please　keep　off　the　grass。　
Perhaps　they　get　a　man　smell　off　us。　What　though？　Cigary　gloves　Long　John　had　on　his　desk　the　other。　Breath？　What　you　eat　and　drink　gives　that。　No。　Mansmell；　I　mean。　Must　be　connected　with　that　because　priests　that　are　supposed　to　be　are　different。　Women　buzz　round　it　like　flies　round　treacle。　Railed　off　the　altar　get　on　to　it　at　any　cost。　The　tree　of　forbidden　priest。　O　father；　will　you？　Let　me　be　the　first　to。　That　diffuses　itself　all　through　the　body；　permeates。　Source　of　life　and　it's　extremely　curious　the　smell。　Celery　sauce。　Let　me。　
Mr　Bloom　inserted　his　nose。　Hm。　Into　the。　Hm。　Opening　of　his　waistcoat。　Almonds　or。　No。　Lemons　it　is。　Ah；　no；　that's　the　soap。　
O　by　the　by　that　lotion。　I　knew　there　was　something　on　my　mind。　Never　went　back　and　the　soap　not　paid。　Dislike　carrying　bottles　like　that　hag　this　morning。　Hynes　might　have　paid　me　that　three　shillings。　I　could　mention　Meagher's　just　to　remind　him。　Still　if　he　works　that　paragraph。　Two　and　nine。　Bad　opinion　of　me　he'll　have。　Call　tomorrow。　How　much　do　I　owe　you？　Three　and　nine？　Two　and　nine；　sir。　Ah。　Might　stop　him　giving　credit　another　time。　Lose　your　customers　that　way。　Pubs　do。　Fellow　run　up　a　bill　on　the　slate　and　then　slinking　around　the　back　streets　into　somewhere　else。　
Here's　this　nobleman　passed　before。　Blown　in　from　the　bay。　Just　went　as　far　as　turn　back。　Always　at　home　at　dinnertime。　Looks　mangled　out：　had　a　good　tuck　in。　Enjoying　nature　now。　Grace　after　meals。　After　supper　walk　a　mile。　Sure　he　has　a　small　bank　balance　somewhere；　government　sit。　Walk　after　him　now　make　him　awkward　like　those　newsboys　me　today。　Still　you　learn　something。　See　ourselves　as　others　see　us。　So　long　as　women　don't　mock　what　matter？　That's　the　way　to　find　out。　Ask　yourself　who　is　he　now。　The　Mystery　Man　on　the　Beach；　prize　titbit　story　by　Mr　Leopold　Bloom。　Payment　at　the　rate　of　one　guinea　per　column。　And　that　fellow　today　at　the　graveside　in　the　brown　macintosh。　Corns　on　his　kismet　however。　Healthy　perhaps　absorb　all　the。　Whistle　brings　rain　they　say。　Must　be　some　somewhere。　Salt　in　the　Ormond　damp。　The　body　feels　the　atmosphere。　Old　Betty's　joints　are　on　the　rack。　Mother　Shipton's　prophecy　that　is　about　ships　around　they　fly　in　the　twinkling。　No。　Signs　of　rain　it　is。　The　royal　reader。　And　distant　hills　seem　ing　nigh。　
Howth。　Bailey　light。　Two；　four；　six；　eight；　nine。　See。　Has　to　change　or　they　might　think　it　a　house。　Wreckers。　Grace　Darling。　People　afraid　of　the　dark。　Also　glowworms；　cyclists：　lightingup　time。　Jewels　diamonds　flash　better。　Light　is　a　kind　of　reassuring。　Not　going　to　hurt　you。　Better　now　of　course　than　long　ago。　Country　roads。　Run　you　through　the　small　guts　for　nothing。　Still　two　types　there　are　you　bob　against。　Scowl　or　smile。　Pardon！　Not　at　all。　Best　time　to　spray　plants　too　in　the　shade　after　the　sun。　Some　light　still。　Red　rays　are　longest。　Roygbiv　Vance　taught　us：　red；　orange；　yellow；　green；　blue；　indigo；　violet。　A　star　I　see。　Venus？　Can't　tell　yet。　Two；　when　three　it's　night。　Were　those　nightclouds　there　all　the　time？　Looks　like　a　phantom　ship。　No。　Wait。　Trees　are　they。　An　optical　illusion。　Mirage。　Land　of　the　setting　sun　this。　Homerule　sun　setting　in　the　southeast。　My　native　land；　goodnight。　
Dew　falling。　Bad　for　you；　dear；　to　sit　on　that　stone。　Brings　on　white　fluxions。　Never　have　little　baby　then　less　he　was　big　strong　fight　his　way　up　through。　Might　get　piles　myself。　Sticks　too　like　a　summer　cold；　sore　on　the　mouth。　Cut　with　grass　or　paper　worst。　Friction　of　the　position。　Like　to　be　that　rock　she　sat　on。　O　sweet　little；　you　don't　know　how　nice　you　looked。　I　begin　to　like　them　at　that　age。　Green　apples。　Grab　at　all　that　offer。　Suppose　it's　the　only　time　we　cross　legs；　seated。　Also　the　library　today：　those　girl　graduates。　Happy　chairs　under　them。　But　it's　the　evening　influence。　They　feel　all　that。　Open　like　flowers；　know　their　hours；　sunflowers；　Jerusalem　artichokes；　in　ballrooms；　chandeliers；　avenues　under　the　lamps。　Nightstock　in　Mat　Dillon's　garden　where　I　kissed　her　shoulder。　Wish　I　had　a　full　length　oil…painting　of　her　then。　June　that　was　too　I　wooed。　The　year　returns。　History　repeats　itself。　Ye　crags　and　peaks　I'm　with　you　once　again。　Life；　love；　voyage　round　your　own　little　world。　And　now？　Sad　about　her　lame　of　course　but　must　be　on　your　guard　not　to　feel　too　much　pity。　They　take　advantage。　
All　quiet　on　Howth　now。　The　distant　hills　seem。　Where　we。　The　rhododendrons。　I　am　a　fool　perhaps。　He　gets　the　plums　and　I　the　plumstones。　Where　I　e　in。　All　that　old　hill　has　seen。　Names　change：　that's　all。　Lovers：　yum　yum。　
Tired　I　feel　now。　Will　I　get　up？　O　wait。　Drained　all　the　manhood　out　of　me；　little　wretch。　She　kissed　me。　My　youth。　Never　again。　Only　once　it　es。　Or　hers。　Take　the　train　there　tomorrow。　No。　Returning　not　the　same。　Like　kids　your　second　visit　to　a　house。　The　new　I　want。　Nothing　new　under　the　sun。　Care　of　P。　O。　Dolphin's　barn。　Are　you　not　happy　in　your？　Naughty　darling。　At　Dolphin's　barn　charades　in　Luke　Doyle's　house。　Mat　Dillon　and　his　bevy　of　daughters：　Tiny；　Atty；　Floey；　Maimy；　Louy；　Hetty。　Molly　too。　Eightyseven　that　was。　
Year　before　we。　And　the　old　major　partial　to　his　drop　of　spirits。　Curious　she　an　only　child；　I　an　only　child。　So　it　returns。　Think　you're　escaping　and　run　into　yourself。　Longest　way　round　is　the　shortest　way　home。　And　just　when　he　and　she。　Circus　horse　walking　in　a　ring。　Rip　van　Winkle　we　played。　Rip：　tear　in　Henny　Doyle's　overcoat。　Van：　breadvan　delivering。　Winkle：　cockles　and　periwinkles。　Then　I　did　Rip　van　Winkle　ing　back。　She　leaned　on　the　sideboard　watching。　Moorish　eyes。　Twenty　years　asleep　in　Sleepy　Hollow。　All　changed。　Forgotten。　The　young　are　old。　His　gun　rusty　from　the　dew。　
Ba。　What　is　that　flying　about？　Swallow？　Bat　probably。　Thinks　I'm　a　tree；　so　blind。　Have　birds　no　smell？　Metempsychosis。　They　believed　you　could　be　changed　into　a　tree　from　grief。　Weeping　willow。　Ba。　There　he　goes。　Funny　little　beggar。　Wonder　where　he　lives。　Belfry　up　there。　Very　likely。　Hanging　by　his　heels　in　the　odour　of　sanctity。　Bell　scared　him　out；　I　suppose。　Mass　seems　to　be　over。　Could　hear　them　all　at　it。　Pray　for　us。　And　pray　for　us。　And　pray　for　us。　Good　idea　the　repetition。　Same　thing　with　ads。　Buy　from　us。　And　buy　from　us。　Yes；　there's　the　light　in　the　priest's　house。　Their　frugal　meal。　Remember　about　the　mistake　in　the　valuation　when　I　was　in　Thom's。　Twentyeight　it　is。　Two　houses　they　have。　Gabriel　Conroy's　brother　is　curate。　Ba。　Again。　Wonder　why　they　e　out　at　night　like　mice。　They're　a　mixed　breed。　Birds　are　like　hopping　mice。　What　frightens　them；　light　or　noise？　Better　sit　still。　All　instinct　like　the　bird　in　drouth　got　water　out　of　the　end　of　a　jar　by　throwing　in　pebbles。　Like　a　little　man　in　a　cloak　he　is　with　tiny　hands。　Weeny　bones。　Almost　see　them　shimmering；　kind　of　a　bluey　white。　Colours　depend　on　the　light　you　see。　Stare　the　sun　for　example　like　the　eagle　then　look　at　a　shoe　see　a　blotch　blob　yellowish。　Wants　to　stamp　his　trademark　on　everything。　Instance；　that　cat　this　morning　on　the　staircase。　Colour　of　brown　turf。　Say　you　never　see　them　with　three　colours。　Not　true。　That　half　tabbywhite　tortoise…shell　in　the　City　Anns　with　the　letter　em　on　her　forehead。　Body　fifty　different　colours。　Howth　a　while　ago　amethyst。　Glass　flashing。　That's　how　that　wise　man　what's　his　name　with　the　burning　glass。　Then　the　heather　goes　on　fire。　It　can't　be　tourists'　matches。　What？　Perhaps　the　sticks　dry　r