#Author Arden Steele

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Review: Pain In The Ice (Blackhaven Manor #8) by Arden Steele

Rating: 4.75🌈 This book is why I love this series so. Steele has written a strong story about the importance of the depths of friendships, loyalty, compassion for each other under the most extreme conditions, as well as how finding your own soulmate gives you comfort and support when you need it most. Thade Maddock is leaving Blackhaven Manor for a cruise to Hawaii. However, it’s not a joyful…

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hold tight: folly

Author: Avin Ryd Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Rating: T Pairing: Gale/Tav Word Count: ~2800 Series: hold tight || don't fight

"...Gale forces his eyes open to find Arden’s brown-red brows drawn together over unsettling blue-fire eyes. It’s his only warning before he feels tendons flex under his palm, power rising and crackling, then surging in a white-hot rush and it’s…

Well. In those first few moments, it’s everything."

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Wizard Hubris has nothing on Sorcerer Hubris.

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“...here. Place your hand over my heart. Let me show you.”

Sharing this—sharing his folly—with these near-strangers is… Well, to be frank, it’s not just terrifying, it’s mortifying. His greatest mistake out for all to see before he’s even had a chance to prove he’s grown since. There is, of course, no helping it. Strangers or no, their lots are cast together and shame is not something Gale intends to let stand in the way of their group’s safety. They have enough out for their blood already.

And so, he grasps the sorcerer’s hand in a mirror of their first meeting and presses their palm to his chest: just right of his heart, squarely atop the orb. Their hand—Arden’s hand—is warm, their palm dry and seeming to crackle with power. That power sparks, arcs. Arden’s muscles twitch, instinctively trying to jerk back and away from the void Gale carries, but before Gale can tighten his grip he feels Arden steel themself in a display of ironclad self control. As their minds open to one another, he tries to smother his surprise at their show of physical will.

Reliving the past is something Gale has made into an art this past year, and the picture he paints hurts as much in the telling as it did in the living. He draws the eye away from his crippling insecurity with sweeping brush strokes of hubris, offsets the fug of desperation to prove his worth with the stomach-dropping rush of falling from the pinnacle of grace, straight into the manticore’s den. The tadpole behind his eye twists and control of the memory slips from Gale’s grasp. Magic, darker than blackest night, blossoms from the book in his hands and pounces, digging void-cold tendrils into his chest, his heart, his very being, twined up in his essence—greedy, voracious, hungry. 

Desperate to be free of the past, Gale forces his eyes open to find Arden’s brown-red brows drawn together over unsettling blue-fire eyes. It’s his only warning before he feels tendons flex under his palm, power rising and crackling, then surging in a white-hot rush and it’s…

Well. In those first few moments, it’s everything.

The sense of relief is unlike anything Gale has ever felt; no orgasm(not even one divinely-gifted) has ever granted such a feeling of release. It is nothing like the soulless influx of artificed items. This is living magic, surging and pulsing and roaring with more force than the Chionthar, swollen with spring runoff. The tide pulls him under for precious, blissful seconds, gulping swallows of cool autumn air before a storm, before sense returns to him in a drenching of cold sweat. He shoves at Arden, but the orb has them well and truly in its pull, and worse they themself resist his efforts.

“Stop!” Another ineffectual shove. “Arden, you need to— shit, you need to pull back!”

There’s no response, just the knot between their brows knitting tighter and the magic surging brighter, hotter. Fuck.

Approaching frantic now, Gale signals to Wyll, Shadowheart, anyone.

“Pull them off,” he grits, then closes his eyes once more and sinks back into his mind.

Gale is not as adept with his new psionic gifts as, say, Arden or Astarion, but he’s certainly dabbled—

(When the options while cornered by a fanatic goblin are fight or True Soul bluff, there’s really only one option to Gale’s way of thinking.)

—thus, the mental stretch he makes is not entirely unfamiliar. More difficult in that there is no brand shining as a beacon; but also easier, Arden’s tadpole squirming and reaching through their already-open connection, almost as if it knows the danger its host is in.

There’s no resistance. Gale reaches, trips, and falls into Arden’s mind. Like their eyes, their voice, their skin, Arden’s mind crackles with magic—free of the Weave, a maelstrom subject to only their whims. Gale can taste those whims on the wind, a storm’s approach on his tongue. Pressing in on all sides is a determination that’s oppressive in its totality, but creeping in Gale catches the stirrings of doubt—yellow whisps of petrichor. He follows them through the storm; searching, searching, there.

The eye of the storm.

Where he might have waited for permission in other circumstances, now Gale doesn’t hesitate to step into the singing, shining brightness of Arden’s consciousness. The change is abrupt. Gale is jerked out of the abstract ambience of the mind and into the grounded reality of Arden’s focus…and it’s worse than he feared. Now he feels the arc of power from the other side, feels it rushing and flowing and draining—that storm under Arden’s rich brown skin being siphoned and stolen, feeling their fingers start to go cold, then numb.

You need to stop, he pleads, pressing his urgency, his fear against their mind.

No! I almost have it! It’s almost…

Somewhere far away, Gale feels his flesh-and-blood form reach out and give Arden a shake by the shoulders. Mentally, he pushes,

Yes, that’s the problem! “Almost”. You’ll almost have it, all the way until you’re “almost” to oblivion, and by then it will be too late. Please, let it go.

Arden is trembling, both in body and mind—the orb has ravaged through all of their magic now, Gale realizes in horror. All that power, swirled away like some cataclysmic tavern outhouse, and still the awful thing drains. Magic is in the sorcerer’s very blood and that blood helpless to the pull.

I can do this, Arden’s mental voice is starting to thin. I can— I can…I can’t—

One of them is stammering the words through numb lips—I can’t, I can’t—and Gale isn’t sure which one of them it is. He can’t even retreat to try and sure up his defenses. Arden’s mind has seized in alien panic—the tadpole no doubt, trying to protect itself and inevitably leading to all of their dooms.

The rushing-roaring-shrieking fills their shared mindscape, so loud Gale can barely parse the scent of regret and feathered touch of remorse underneath the cacophony. Fear slips away, giving ground to a calm resignation. This was always going to be his fate, after all. He just wishes it was only his fate, not that of so many others.The creation of a literal black hole fills all of his awareness, growing louder and louder, until suddenly—

—it doesn’t

Abruptly, Gale finds himself deposited back in his own mind, and more importantly his own body. Pushing away the shock with rough hands, he immediately calls familiar wards and charms to his fingers, locking his folly behind seven-fold gates and no fewer than three blood wards. By the end of it, there’s a cold sweat trickling down his back and the smell of blood in his nose. Lovely.

Then his brain catches up and his eyes fly open.

Two feet away, kneeling and collapsed back against an annoyed-looking Lae’zel, Arden is ashen faced and shaking. They won’t meet Gale’s gaze, which is honestly fine because before Gale can think of what to say, both Wyll and Astarion are in his face; Wyll in a righteous fury over the orb’s destructive power, Astarion in a rather surprising, protective indignation on their sorcerer’s behalf.

Gale argues them down with half an ear, the other straining to catch the hushed exchange between their other companions. Lae’zel seems curious in spite of herself, while Shadowheart hisses invective most unbecoming of a cleric under her breath as she examines Arden for injuries. Arden—still pale enough to give their undead friend a run for his money—tries gamely to answer their questions, but the words are mumbled and Gale doesn’t catch more than fine and rest and my fault.

That last being a sentiment shared by no one else in camp, apparently. Even after explaining, multiple times in multiple ways to multiple people, the evening ends with Gale’s offer to take watch shot down out of hand by suspicious-eyed compatriots, the air terse and sullen as they all prepare for bed.

Unsurprisingly, Gale cannot sleep. Not for pain—no, after such an inundation the orb should be satiated for at least a ten-day—but for anxiety. Arden had been gently frogmarched to their tent after Shadowheart’s examination and had yet to emerge by the time the camp settled down for sleep. Haunted by the memory of dull eyes and shaking limbs, Gale spends the night dredging up memories of projects long abandoned: wards and charms half-constructed, then tossed aside upon acceptance of his new life of isolation. The equations still refuse to balance, and it’s only when the first birds start to sing that his eyes finally fall closed.

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No one comes to wake him and it’s nearly midday when he emerges, squinting, from his tent. The camp is silent and Gale would think they’d all left him for a lost cause(understandable) but for the fact that everyone’s tents are still pitched. A closer look finds the skeletal Whithers pacing by the river, muttering his mysterious numbers, a silently meditating Lae’zel in the mouth of her tent, and Arden, sitting by the ashes of last night fire with one knee pulled to their chest. The rest of their merry band nowhere to be found.

Arden’s silent gaze is far away, fixed on a space miles beyond the long cold embers. They don’t look up when Gale approaches, nor when he sits down. He sighs and reaches over to their camp provision to pull forth two apples. He offers one over, deliberately putting his hand in their line of sight.

“I know that look,” he tries. “You are thinking too many thoughts on too empty a stomach. Was Shadowheart’s attempt at breakfast really so terrible?”

Arden’s vacant stare focuses in on the red of Gale’s offering--red like their sleep-flattened hair--and they blink a few times before seeming to shake away the daze and accepting the apple.

“Wyll’s, actually,” they reply, taking a mechanical bite of the apple, as if running on muscle memory alone. “He tried to revive hardtack by frying it.”

Gale winces. “Ah. So jerky and cheese all around?”

“Mmhm.”

(This is not their first run-in with Wyll’s…imaginative culinary pursuits. After the Blade’s “signature stew” of two days whence, Gale had vowed to make that their last run-in with said pursuits.)

“My apologies for not commandeering the cookfire in a timely manner. I found myself…distracted to the point of insomnia, last night.”

Arden’s snort makes it clear exactly how well that understatement landed, but they don’t comment further. Silence stretches longer and longer, less and less comfortable by the minute until Lae’zel gives a very pointed, very irritated cough.

Ah.

“I fear,” Gale begins, “that if we don’t address the oliphaunt in the room, our dear githyanki friend might renege on her promise to our compatriots and force us to confront it at swordpoint.”

Lae’zel’s affirming silence is deafening and Arden only holds out for a moment before sighing and turning to face Gale properly, at last. Under their carefully-applied blue paint, Gale can see dark smudges beneath their eyes, and while rest has returned the color to their fine half-elven features, they still look distinctly unwell. They take a breath as if to speak, but seeing them so worn has Gale blurting before they can begin,

“What in Mystra’s name were you thinking?”

He keeps his voice below a shout, barely, but Arden flinches as if he hadn’t. Still, their voice is level when they reply,

“What do you mean, ‘what was I thinking’? You were in my mind. You know. You saw.”

‘What I saw was a stubborn fool with more power than sense,’ Gale does not say. That would brand him the most egregious hypocrite on the Sword Coast, after all. Instead he exhales deliberately though his nose, searching for calm before he speaks again.

“Your mind is a maelstrom, Arden—” fuck, he can’t quite keep the awe from his voice  “—and I am no illithid master of the psionic arts. At least, not yet. So I ask again: what in the Hells were you thinking? Did nothing I said, no impression of the severity of the situation make an impact on you?”

“Of course it did!” They snap back, eyes flashing in a very literal sense. “The situation seems rather dire, so I chose the most expedient solution available.”

“How does ‘pouring your entire life force and then some down a drain’ register to you as a solution at all? Let alone the most expedient!”

“This, coming from the man whose apparent life plan is to find the darkest corner of Faerun to detonate his mistake, rather than find a way to fix it. Your self-preservation record seems as black as mine, Gale of Waterdeep.”

And therein lay the risk of sharing your mind with another—they weren’t supposed to have seen that. Before Gale can sputter out a reply, they continue bitterly,

“There’s a hole in the Weave sitting in your chest, and I’m brim-full of the stuff that threads the loom.”

Lightning crackles between their fingers as if to illustrate.

“It’s just…so much. It stood to reason that enough of it could er—fill the hole, as it were.”

(There’s more to it than that; Gale’s no fool. The sorcerer’s hands have balled into fists, some deep-seated frustration robbing them of their usual eloquence. “Brim-full”. “So much”. If Gale had to guess—with that part of his mind not worried about the apocalypse in his chest—he’d conjecture that Arden suffers under a problem diametrically opposed to his own. He shelves the thought for later.)

Arden at least has the decency to look ashamed.

“Clearly, I’m outclassed. I’d never encountered Netherese magic before last night. I won’t— 

“Fuck, I won’t apologize for my actions, but I did not take you at your word and for that, I am sorry.”

The apology hangs in the air, nearly tangible—an offering between them—and for a moment Gale considers dismissing it. Well intentioned or not, Arden’s impulsivity had nearly cost them his grip on the orb. If his calculations are even close to accurate, the scope would not only vaporize their camp; it would flatten the Emerald Grove, druids and tieflings alike, and while the goblin threat would be most handily dealth with, there would also be a large chunk missing from the mountains nearby. It might even take down that dragon on the horizon.

And yet… 

And yet.

Arden is also the first person(other than Tara) Gale has encountered through his whole ordeal willing to place everything on the line for him at the first sign of trouble. Not even Elmister, his dear mentor and most powerful ally, had been so immediately forthcoming in his aid when Gale came to his tower in desperation. And that’s not nothing. Gods above, it’s more than “not nothing”—it’s more than he could have dreamed these last years, and certainly more than he deserves.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to relieve the tension in his brow.

“Your…candor is appreciated,” is what he finally manages. “And while I cannot condone your actions, please know that it does not come from a place of thanklessness. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“No one has ever… Well. Shall we just say, your immediate eagerness to help has not gone unnoticed, and leave it at that.”

Arden’s pursed, too-perceptive expression hints that no, they would not like to leave it at that, thank you all the same, but for whatever reason they stay their clever tongue to a simple,

“Alright, then.”

A beat.

“Just…” Gale attempts, “swear to me you will not attempt such a foolhardy stunt again?”

Their eyes lock, blue-fire on hazel.

“I swear, on all the magic within me, that I will not attempt another such hubristic feat without discussing all the particulars with you before the act.”

Gale narrows his eyes. “Somehow, that does not quite assuage my concerns, but it’ll do for now.”

Arden’s answering grin is all mischief, but before they can reply the conversation is interrupted by an explosive sigh from Lae’zel’s direction.

“Vlakkith preserve me, I thought you’d never reach an accord. Do all istik insist on settling their conflicts with such drawn-out conversation? Do none of you bring your differences to a close with combat, as is right?”

Even after this near ten-day of travel, Lae’zel’s convictions regarding diplomacy and conflict resolution never fail to surprise Gale into silence. It’s the stark contrast between battle-hardened resolve and societal naivete, he thinks distractedly, and is still in the process of pulling words into a semblance of sense when Arden quips,

“If we did that for every conflict, our party would soon consist of only you and myself, Lae’zel. And, strong as we are, I prefer our odds in a fight with at least two of our friends at our backs. Don’t you?”

Their smirk invites a challenge and, as has proven the case time and time again, Gale is helpless to resist. 

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Be The Serpent by Seanan McGuire Reading Notes 

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So general notes - i was pretty disappointed in 15 but this one has been hyped up. I'm anticipating the Marcia twist but we shall see. Book 8 was a game changer so 16 could also be "Planned since the beginning" ok OK ok One -"Look like an innocent flower, But be the serpent under it." Oh this is Marcia for sure -ok that was a recap chapter (please be the only one) but the deliberate focus on Dean is  for my suspicions Two -if we don't end up with Quentin 's sister taking the throne or some shit so he keeps living with Toby I will actually be shocked -quentin "no title yet" you fucking smart-ass -OK Toby that's ominous. What else DO you plan to do -the luidaeg! My friend the luidaeg -an interesting bit about how purebloods tend to forget "recent" stuff if it didn't affect them personally. And the mention of oberon's wives. Soooo sus. -we keep mentioning the Queens :)))) -simon! My friend Simon -me: man why is Luna being such a bitch to Simon *remembers what he did* oh uh actually that's pretty valid -still always going to be amused that Simon ended up replacing Sylvester as awk dad figure. SIMON of all characters. Probably one of the best things the series pulled off -we bringing back the events of book three? We mentioning blind Michael's "children"? Sus. SUS. -Simon:(((((( Three -TOBY HUGGING SIMON HITS. IT HITS MAN. -lmfao "buried history waiting to blow up in your face" that isn't a sus innocuous line at all -Damn look at this shit paying off from Ages ago -lmao arden customer service voice -obviously being a dick to Toby is more important than letting your daughter into your life, Luna. Girlboss -and the newest found family member is *stares at notes*... R-rayseline? -everyone is burning Luna... but whats this? It's Dianda with the steel chair! -this is so funny cause Raysel is like. The FINAL book one enemy character to become an ally. I think we got all of them now. Honestly not sure I expected it but it makes sense considering lmao -role reversal pokemon, all it took was sixteen books of character development Four -the scent of roses overlaying the whole brown household. And unspeakably ancient roses at that. Like. It's GOTTA be a Queen right. Gotta be I can't think what else. Titania is the most obvs option, but iirc Maeve has a connection to the Rose Roads, right? -the Stacy "no significant others" thing is still ultra sus esp considering how many children she herself has. And them like all being seers. At least the girls. -but I think this narrows down 'who's the secret baddie' to 'not stacy' at least. ((LATER NOTE: LOL LMAO ROFL)) -mfw the title is actually in the story. Has that fucking happened before??? -poor Jessica. Wasn't expecting a kid to get killed off in such a gruesome way -it's odd because the memory seems to be edited so Toby doesn't see who killed Jessica. And Anthony doesn't recognize her. BUT Jessica says "I know her and I can't know her and I WONT know her" which! What does that mean! -like that makes sense if she's one of the Queens. And we have confirmation (?) That the perpetrator is a woman. -and the voice is unfamiliar to Toby, but does that mean anything really -presumably this has to be a character we have met. And like. Obvs my suspicion is Marcia. No guarantee there yet but... since Marcias signature has been notably absent, to have such a strong focus on this woman's magical signature is notable, imo. -and where is Stacy in all this? I guess one interp is she's the one who did it and got... possessed? -Maeve hasn't been outright murderously evil in what little we have gotten of her. So if it's either faerie queen I guess it would have to be Titania right -which. OK. If it's Marcia I'm still basically right I just didn't assume she was EVIL just that she was HIDING something. -and the authors note all but says this was a long con. Like it's GOTTA be SOMEONE we know. Five -there's also a lot of reflection on book one characters and who they used to be. Which. IF ITS MARCIA. -also a lot of book three references and parallels what with the brown family being attacked and big relevant to the plot -which circles back to Maeve, not titania, because blind Michael was hers. And he had the whole Ride thing. And the extended Tam Lin reference happened in that book. -god I will be honest I have no idea why they're all seers though. You got me there. -quentin going Royal Diplomatic mode is always fun -Oh boy is it adventure time with Simon? That's always fun. He is the guy on the cover I think -no way is this Just Evening that would be dumb -ok so there's a line about the direct children of Firstborn having a strong manifestation of the powers their "line" will have. Considering the context of all of Stacy's children being incredibly rare Seers that implies some Stuff -human heritage does not preclude someone from being a Firstborn. Amandine's mother was human-- Janet. Who's to say there wasn't another human woman? OR that Janet didn't have multiple kids? OR one of the QUEENS had a male human consort? -one could also use a hope chest or dochas sidhe to emphasize their human lineage and disguise who they really are. (Notably this concept applies to, you guessed it, Marcia). -this theory is basically that Stacy is a Firstborn. Which would be pretty wild. But it would make blind Michael targeting her family less coincidence and more deliberate -consider also how weird Stacy is about her children dating people. Especially odd considering she herself has had so many kids. -"this is my father Simon Lorden" is a string of words no one would fucking expect Toby to say yet here we are Six -yeesh quentin why are you resenting Toby for like not being dead -"if anyone was going to hurt me, it wasn't going to be [Stacy]" holy fucking shit what a way to immediately frame her as suspicious -she is pretty sus right now and the bit about her surviving by being sweet and non threatening DOES apply to the Shakespeare quote. -toby does confirm it couldn't be her as there was literally no trace of blood anywhere which. Boy do I hope so -..... oh my god is there a CANON reason for Toby's tendency to dismiss vital information. That would be insane -so if Stacy was compelled the question still remains re: who and why. Because they've got to be a character we know. I'm adamant about that. -lmao the magic being booby trapped? Seven -something important and at least a little bit time sensitive -- that sounds VERY familiar but I can't remember from where. Fuck. -it could be a compulsion spell but could it also be a geas? Can they mentally affect people that dramatically? -like stacy seems docile and controlled, not like an evil mastermind. -oh God did Toby get turned into a human. That seems. Hm -I think that actually did happen VERY briefly in another book -but she still has magic so might have been an involuntary blood shift. That has also happened before -so it seems like whatever trap was on Stacy nullifies magic? ... which would mean Toby can't super heal. Or interact with the fae world, maybe? And it's not just her since Quentin also got hit. -i assume that's like a plot device that will go away but sure is a problem! -i am going to SCREAM the whole scene with the GATEKEEPER and trying to trick him with the leaves is THE EXACT THING SHE DOES TO MARCIA IN THE FIRST BOOK. Like are you kidding me. -We are also going to a lot of book one locales. It isn't one to one, but... the Brown's house? A Safeway, specifically? Past a gatekeeper into a (different) park? -im glad the phones still work, probably because it's mortal technology. -.... why did Stacy react badly to Simon. -... unless that's not her? -FAERIE OINTMENT YOU SAY. -MARCIA NEEDS IT, YOU SAY. SHE IS IN GOLDENGREEN WHERE YOU SHOULD PROBABLY GO, YOU SAY. Eight -that's one hell of a trick because it seems to create illusions just so those affected can't perceive magic. Which as Toby mentions, even humans can a little bit. -"if I wasn't married I would have kissed her" October Daye and her latent bisexuality -THE LINE ABOUT MULTIPLE REALITIES AND ONLY PERCEIVING A FEW???? THERE IS A THROWAWAY LINE IN ANOTHER BOOK ABOUT MARCIA BEING ABLE TO SEE BETWEEN RELAITIES THAT NEVER EVER GETS ADDRESSED. I AM GOING TO STRANGLE SOMEONE Nine -oh cool we're setting up a future thing for evening waking up and trying to reclaim Simon, looking forward to that one -october just said with Certainty the smell wasn't Maeve's roses. I'd think that.... probably narrows it down? Probably indicates titania? Shit is fucky but Toby is a bloodhound, it would be difficult to fool her. -but not impossible. *staring at Marcia* -walther! My friend Walther. In distress -yes fucking YELL at Oberon we love to see it -oh so like, valid reason to keep the eldritch deep realms sealed from the rest of faerie. I see. -using someone else's blood for magic could falsely incriminate them and disguise evidence, you say? -haha! Uh oh! -soooo why is this oberons fault. -is it titania. Is it. Is it her Ten -the luidaeg being terrified would yes, indicate titania. -holy lore dump batman -i mean it's all stuff we kind of Been Knew just grouped together in an understandable  narrative -but yeah, line about titanias descendents coming into the Maeve descendents homes and murdering them sure is. Apt. -OH COOL. canon reason for the Rides. Probably bad we uh stopped doing those, all things considered. As bad as human sacrifice is, I feel like a wound in reality destroying everything is a little worse. -was blind Michael replacing the Rides? Or was it just a bland imitation for "he was crazy" reasons -and another reference to fairy gold   -titania disguised as the least among them. And stacy having weird fucking kids and not wanting them to reproduce and make their own lines. Like. It makes sense. -but it isn't outright confirmed yet. It's a good twist if so tho -LIKE. MAN. -went on a whole rant but this actually makes me even more suspicious of Marcia cause like. It's a lot. There's themes. There's NEW themes and callbacks in this book alone. Dying on this hill -did an entire crazy wall w/ Katy I won't recreate here lmfao Eleven -"like we were always meant to end up here" lmao shut the fuck up -god the luidaeg is so fucking cool. Jarring to hear her call the Brown kids children of Titania -OK the whole exchange about the Ellylon firstborn is sus as fuuuck. It would be soooo funny if it was Jin or something.  Like Jin is the only Ellylon we've met right? Or at least the only real significant one? To be clear I don't think thats the case but it would make this scene incredibly funny. -The Luidaeg really living up to her mythology with the whole stealing children thing (even if it's for good reasons) -poor mitch :( -the line about her geas and mitch knowing the woman who did it better than he knows is. Oof. Burn -god I love the luidaeg --there was a big reading gap here, I restarted the chapter Twelve -i do have to wonder if Stacy is *really* gone forever. Obvs titania is still bad enough that she murdered one of her kids -the Stacy is gone quote might be The Quote even if it's a spoiler -the luidaeg says Stacy never rightly existed/wasn't a real person, but is that really true? Is the person an amnesia victim becomes less of a person if they regain their old memories and experiences later? Of course not. -the fucking LINE about Maeve hiding under a rock or a pier. AND her loving the water. Is such blatant fucking foreshadowing for Marcia. I don't know what else to even call it. Goldengreen is in a cliff (rock) with a plot critical pier in it next to the ocean (water). Marcia was under the protection of a water fae (Lily, an Undine) before she got killed off. Like. -way way way too much stuff lines up that this book draws attention to. If it's a red herring that comes off as poor writing to me because it's pointless and unfair to do that without a damn good justification. I'd like to THINK McGuire wouldn't do something that cheap. It would be "series rage quit" for me -"alone, the way she always seemed to be." Mmmm. Hm. -I think we are addressing the "Oberon kind of breaks the story" bit decently well. I'm interested to see the role he plays here. Thirteen -"faerie is built on a foundation of falsehoods and hidden truths" how to describe this series in a nutshell -yeah call Oberon out for being a shithead and uh, causing the deaths of dozens of innocent children -an interesting comparison between Eira's compulsion and Oberon's. His sucks but is framed as slightly better because you're aware of it -oberon... does kind of break the world a little. He just gives Toby the answer to her problems here. There is a heavy emphasis on him being a god. I'm questioning how long he can remain an entity in the story, or at least one that is neutral-good to the protagonists. I could see him being killed off as an excuse to have this kind of crazy power (his blood) out of reach for the rest of the series. Would also be a "redemption equals death" type thing.  Conceivably Titania or Maeve COULD kill him, it's vaguely implied they have ways to kill each other. Hmmm -I mean hell it's implied anyone can kill Titania, at least, if they have the right weapon and distraction -simon isn't biologically related to her but Toby is PISSED at the implication he isn't her father. On some level I'm like "yeah we get it" but on the other I eat that shit up -"I decided to stab Oberon at the earliest reasonable opportunity" because of what he (temporarily!) did to Simon. God damn, Toby. -like it makes sense mind control would be a trigger considering his story arc. -the music playing in the house is so creepy dude -THE LINE ABOUT THE SMELL OF CINNAMON. STACY STANDING IN THE KITCHEN MAKING CINAMMON PANCAKES. I AM ACTUALLY SCREAMING. this EXACT THING happens with Marcia in an earlier book. And there's a super heavy emphasis on the smell of cinnamon. Which is SUPER WEIRD and a red herring in context because the disposable bad guy of the book has cinnamon in his magic signature. (And there was no reason for her to have been doing it. It didn't serve a plot function.) -The mask kind of cracking with her calling Tybalt a dick like, to his face, but not like it matters at all in context -also. More deliberate book one references -yup definitely gradual mask cracking. Now just burning Toby for existing -Stacy being evil is ALSO like, the last book one "ally" to turn antagonist. Parallel with Rayseline turning into an ally this same book. I guess there's still some more minor characters like Danny that haven't had a moral shift yet. But... -poor Toby:( -tobyyy :( -like you would expect this to Suck and be Emotionally Harrowing and all but. Boy it sure is. Fourteen -this is soooo oof. God. -the transitions between Stacy and Titania are very well done. -and Stacy begging Toby to kill her. God. -this is good but there are some... weird things in terms of the writing. like. -a lot of back and forth between whether Stacy was ever real or an individual but that contradiction isn't ever really... noted. Both have been conclusively stated which isn't really possible. It is a little confusing -also they made a big deal about Stacy calling Blind Michael a "beast" because of the connotations re: Tybalt. But then Toby straight up calls a vine construct restraining her a "terrible beast". That's just a little odd. A little unfortunate. -maeve if you're out there *staring at Marcia* now would be the time -in before tybalt with the steel chair -calling titania collateral damage in the quest to kill Stacy is an. Interesting reversal -the #lore that Titania can't harm Toby like. Makes sense, but seems very convenient lmao. Like how else would Toby get out of this situation I guess. -the line about heroes always losing because they have scrupules while villains don't is too real -then again titania calling herself a villain seems a little on the nose. Villains rarely think they are. Something something hero of their own story something. Maybe that's nitpicky or pedantic to say? I just hoped for something other than a mustache twirling cartoon villain. Stacy adds a little nuance but she is for all intents and purposes gone -ok it's a LITTLE better that titania blackmails Toby and makes it personal. I can excuse that angle to the whole "do no harm" loophole. Even if we have definitely seen it before (Brightest Fell Amandine, anyone?) -her whole "no one can stop me" bit. MAEVE. IF YOURE OUT THERE *STARING AT MARCIA* -because Oberon wouldn't kill his wife, but his other wife who has every reason to hate her might -oh we have Social Commentary with the whole "don't kick the can for the next generation to deal with" bit. -so ok this does seem like an impossible situation to get out of. My guess is Toby finds an irresistible distraction for Titania and kills her while she isn't paying attention. I don't think we can seal Titania away for later at this point. I think she does genuinely need to be killed off this book or everything breaks. OR the conflict extends directly into next book, but that would be unusual for the series. Then again killing off such a major player set up for so long in the same book she gets revealed is a little underwhelming, the shock value and emotional turmoil aside. So who knows -maybe throw her into the reality wound like they did with Maeve (who we know is alive and semi-aware so presumably is no longer plugging the hole. MARCIA.) -what kind of distraction would work, though? I doubt toby'd use the Brown children as bait. Titania cares about Eira, so perhaps her? -then again if we kill off titania what in the world happens for the rest of the series. WHO is going to be a bigger bad than her. Maeve? Oberon? Theyre supposedly equals power-wise. It starts getting into DBZ territory if we go much further. -there's the implication about dangerous unknowable horrors in the sealed realms so we might go with that, but it would be a departure from Faerie lore. Probably. And McGuire's Incryptid series kinda just did the cosmic horror thing. -iirc Annwn wasn't that terrifying but it IS the only deep realm we've seen. -absolute crack theory: annwn gets unsealed and Riordan comes out but the unknowable horrors have transformed her into... the NEW big bad (this is a joke). Fifteen -oh wow this is the first time tybalt's had much bite in a long time. He's mostly been the trophy boyfriend/husband for a few books lmao -and that's it for that -an Observation I'd like to make is both the Queens are associated with roses. But Oberon really isn't; drinking his blood banishes their aroma at this part. Yet the only Firstborn we know of who is descended directly from JUST Oberon (+ a human) has prominent roses in her magic signature (Amandine). Why is that? -the "oops, all infiltrators" line genuinely got me. That was fucking funny. -MENTIONED DEAN AGAIN. Sixteen -can I just say the minor "Stacy is weird about her kids dating and a couple of them are Seers somehow, which is rare enough to beggar belief" detail turning into THIS, and SELLING IT, was quite a fucking feat. -back to the "Stacy is a separate entity" thing. I guess she's both but the whole "she never existed" thing being tossed around is so contradictory -a liminal state? I guess that's a good way to describe it -nice callback to the confirmation that Maeve is alive that I cited on the crazy wall earlier. -THE LINE "She's alive. She's just not showing her face right now." I am going to scream -like Faerie would be out of balance if Titania were freed. Specifically because Maeve is MIA -Maeve, if you're out there, literally nothing would be funnier than revealing it this book *stares at Marcia* -"she's probably somewhere nearby" you are taking the piss at this point -God Oberon you sure are a dick -oberon: *makes a bunch of problems* how could destiny do this to me -yup here's the setup for "the next big threat". Please don't dbz on us -i like the weather report metaphor to explain why the Three obscure prophecy -gosh we need SOME way to NOT KILL TITANIA but ALSO keep the Browns alive. Some way to maintain the balance. GOSH. I WONDER HOW YOU WOULD DO THAT. *stares at Marcia* -who could break the geas? The Luidaeg: Toby! Me: wait what -oh the spellbreaking thing right. That's like her secondary power that's almost never relevant -for fucks sake mate -*"Kill The Sun" by Xandria plays* -"he was never me, but I was always him." (About Thornton. Themes.) -Maeve if you're out the-- *shot* -so easy we just need October and Oberon to fix this. I'm sure it will go as planned with nothing out of the ordinary to come fuck it up somehow -guess I inadvertently called the "using the Browns as bait" thing Seventeen -i do low key wish the other leads got to go with Toby on the dangerous endgame confrontation like ever. I feel like we've had this exact "Toby explaining why May can't come along" speech for the last 8 books. -quentin is going to go shelter with Dean, you say. Presumably in Saltmist. You say. Innocuously not going home with everyone else. You say. -Maeve, if you're out there, there will never be a funnier time *stares at Marcia* -tybalt stop acting weird challenge -oh boy it's intentional. Yikes. Yikes! I like the detail that Toby figured it out right away tho -toby discovering what Maeve's magic looks like and basically saying she should be able to identify it now. Oh my GOD. Are we really doing this is it happening -a little disturbed by the implication that a Dochas Sidhe could destroy the Shadow Roads given enough power and determination -so the fact that magical constructs can become self aware under the right conditions (the knowes, Roads, etc) comes up enough that I think it's going to be Very Relevant soon. I wonder if it has something to do with the larger threat this book alludes to -i think oberons blood probably draws on life energy which is why Toby is so hungry.   Eighteen -quentin still at Muir Woods o_o -oh Sylvester is fucking painting a red shirt on. Good fucking god, man. -I like him disliking Titania despite her being his ancestor tho lmao -is it actually Sylvester on the cover and not Simon? Wild -sure is interesting that the knowe art is showing scenes from MUCH earlier books. -yeah Sylvester maybe if you weren't such a cowardly prick the fish thing WOULDNT have happened (though to be fair that means the series also would not have happened. So) -SIMON RESISTING TITANIA YOU LOVE TO SEE IT. MY FRIEND SIMON -oh boy have we mentioned Blind Michael a lot a lot a lot this book. ->can't see quentin with the others Oh boy I fucking wonder. -pained anticipation noises Nineteen -love titania calling all the Three's descendents property if the metaphor wasn't clear enough -having an argument with a literal goddess is oddly grounding. Mundane? -lore lore lore lore lore lore lore lore -so the Heart is some big crystal that made the Three? -bye bye Stacy:( -tony mentions the feeling of unconscious worship of Titania as being like what she felt around Evening and the False Queen. But it specifically calls me back to Blind Michael. -so we banish Titania for later. Figures -poor Toby:( Twenty -no way do they fucking kill off Simon here like. Come on -I like the kinda symbolism of Toby healing Simon, the man not biologically related to her, but her father nonetheless, with her own blood. -oh so Toby's pregnant. That's. A Thing. -dreaming of their house. Which presumably they're not going back to. -"It made me wonder how many other things I'd never noticed." What a fucking LINE. Twenty One -"at our current rate we should run into [Maeve] before the end of the year" I am going to strangle something -yeah why WAS Titania able to control Tybalt but not Simon? Like. She compelled Sylvester to stab Simon and they're twins, genetically identical... right? And it's not because he's been compelled before (by Evening) because so has Tybalt. And he's not immune to compulsion itself (see Evening again). So what gives -unless there's something fucky with Simon specifically. But we know he's Daoine Sidhe because August was half Daoine Sidhe. -HMMM. -the Luidaeg would have LEFT THE BROWN CHILDREN TO DIE in book three if she'd known they were Titania's kids.. She says it and she can't lie. Yikes. Especially like grimly ironic considering how protective she became of Karen and Cassandra. -ok so we know the Luidaeg took Toby under her wing PARTIALLY because she saw what a horrific parent Amandine was. There was a whole short story about it. But to know she was also grooming Toby to break the spell on her? HMMMMMMM. -oh my god -the Luidaeg refuses to let Toby do it because she KNOWS she would try to run away. Which means she wouldn't be there to help Toby and the rest of Faerie. I don't know if it's possible to like The Luidaeg more. -simon: damn did you just chew out Oberon? You ARE my daughter! :D -the canon Sylvester apology. You love to see it -shadow Roads don't hate Toby so much! That's nice. Twenty-Two -yeah pregnant -OH I'm glad "Titania disappeared teehee" isn't a future plot bomb and is literally paying off right now a couple pages before the end of the book. Fuck me. -oh boy what the fuck is happening Twenty-Three -oh my fucking god. -cliffhanger cliffhanger cliffhanger. We don't really get those in this series! Huh! -the final line punched me in the gut dude -well, shit. -so is Toby trapped in a dream world? I feel like probably no, because there's the mention of the cat? Who has to be Tybalt, right? -so the question is if August, then presumably Amandine and Simon (I assume he's "Father") are real or constructs or what. It seems that Toby is isolated so it would be possible to maintain an illusion -but Titania is a goddess so. Could she make it happen?

[matthewdante]

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[amphipodgirl]

Writer Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @captain-aralias !

I tag @sillyunicorn @omgcmere @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @palimpsessed @aristocratic-otter as well as the people I mention in my answers below -- but only if you’re in the mood.

how many works do you have on AO3? 20, split between two accounts (one nsfw, one sfw)

what’s your total AO3 word count? 151,533 since March 2020

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 4 that I’ve really written something for -- Carry On (the vast majority of my fics); For Real by Alexis Hall; the Arden St. Ives series by Alexis Hall; and Docile by K.M. Szpara. There are also two that I’ve only tagged in crossovers -- the Book of Exodus and Mark Steel’s in Town.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

Parent-Teacher Association

Soul Bands

Bonfire Night

Coffee 

Mi Chamoca (Who Is Like You)

They’re all SFW Carry On fics.

do you respond to comments, why or why not? Almost always! I love love getting comments and want to at least thank the person for taking the time. Sometimes they say something more detailed about my fic and then I get to natter on for a while, which is fun. My favorite thing is exchanges of detailed comments and responses, whether it’s my fic or someone else’s. I have a lovely friendship that started with me writing thousands of words of comments on someone else’s fic as it came out chapter by chapter.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I only write happy endings.

have you ever received hate on a fic? No, I’m glad to say!

do you write smut? if so what kind? Oh yes! There’s almost always a D/s element of some kind. The biggest exception is my recently-published What Love Sounds Like -- canon (Docile) is almost all non-con and dub-con and the fic is all about the characters trying to build a functional, equal, consensual relationship and even consensual D/s would be very challenging for them because of their history. Most of my smut is pwp, but I’ve recently starting having more of a story. Serves Me Right had some plot, though it was still all about the relationships. What Love Sounds Like has a tech/business plot thread and some family and friend relationship stuff in addition to the smut and the romance plot thread. It’s my longest fic to date and I’m very proud of it. Tasting Menu is my favorite PWP.

have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of

have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet. 

I will add a question here:

what about other related works (podfics, spinoffs, remixes, art, etc.)? When I wrote I’ll Melt With You, @xivz did a podfic and @kirito-potter did art at my request -- it was a group birthday project for @peachpit-gabe. @knitbelove wrote a fic inspired by Mi Chamocha and @knitbelove and @super-duper-twelve both did unsolicited art for it. I’ve also commissioned art by @peachpit-gabe for a few of my fics. I highly recommend commissioning art if you can afford it -- it feels so good to have your stuff made into pictures, and it’s a good way to support fan artists. It can draw new readers, too.

have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I’d be open to it.

what’s your all time favorite ship? That I’ve actually written? Right now I’m all about Alex/Elisha from Docile. I also really love Arden/Caspian from the Arden St. Ives books, but even though I’ve written a fic for the series, it wasn’t those two. I’ll always have a soft spot for Snowbaz; Carry On was my first real fandom. I love love love reading Pynch (Raven Cycle) but haven’t written any. And I’ve adored Spuffy for decades.

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I’ve started a sequel to PTA called The Longest Time. I really love that AU and their story cries out for more, but Carry On is really not my focus any more.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I could do small amounts in a language I knew (Hebrew, French, and maybe Spanish) but honestly I don’t see the point -- most readers won’t understand it.

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written? God, that’s a hard question. If I *have* to pick just one, I guess Mi Chamocha? But I really love What Love Sounds Like, PTA, Soul Bands, Serves Me Right, and Bonfire Night too.

I’m gonna add another question because I want to answer it:

Do you ever make anything else for your fics? (art, playlists, moodboards, banners, etc.) I’ve done moodboards for a couple of fics, and I do banners for most of them. I’m not artistic or musical enough for art or playlists. I did detailed author’s notes for Mi Chamocha.

And I’m adding this mostly to see my friends’ answers:

What fic was hardest to write? Mi Chamocha was my first really long fic and had some thorny consent issues that gave me writer’s block for a while. And I thought that the double fake-dating plot in Bonfire Night was going to make my head explode -- but then I bought Scrivener and things got easier.

[dwellordream]

“One of the seductions of horn logic was its power to make short work of complex and contested narratives. When Thersites reduces the Trojan War to "All the argument is a whore and a cuckold" (Troilus and Cressida 2.3.72), he slyly mocks the spectators who flocked to play after play about precisely that argument. On the street and at the theater doors, ballads aired news of local and homely adulteries, while the stage offered plays about sexual betrayal in elevations low (Johan the Husband) to middling (Arden of Feversham) to lofty (King Lear), many of them preceded by a clown's homing gibes at the audience and capped with bawdy jigs about cuckoldry. 

If sated playgoers decided to pick up an Arthurian romance or a volume of English history, they would find more monitory examples of infidelity, male and female. In the Arthurian legends and in chronicles by Speed and Holinshed, "the king's adultery is an immediately familiar emblem for the defilement of the purity of the state and the abdication of responsible government." In accounts of Edward II's homing and murder, Henry VIII's fatal accusations against his queens, or the explosive rumor of Lord Darnley's horning and murder by Mary Stuart, chroniclers and popular authors warned princes to beware the love of women. 

As Phyllis Rackin observes, "the patrilineal genealogy" that organized both history and society "required the repression of women, and of heteroerotic passion as well, because the invisible, putative connection between fathers and sons that formed the basis of patriarchal authority was-as Shakespeare's cuckold jokes endlessly insist-always dubious, always vulnerable to subversion by an adulterous wife." Not even religion was free of the horn. During Queen Mary's reign, Catholics bewhored English nuns who had converted to Protestantism under Edward and married. In taking the veil, they had espoused themselves to Christ; wouldn't he be "stirred up to wrathe and indignation" like any other cuckold?

Pageant drama, too, had its share of horn jokes. In the "N-Town" Joseph's Doubt, spectators have a good laugh at the expense of Joseph, who moans that he'll be ridiculed back in Bethlehem as an "old cokwold" whose "howe is bent." When Mary explains that the Holy Spirit impregnated her, he angrily cuts her short: "It was sum boy began [th]is game." It takes a miracle for him to believe her: a cherry tree bows down to give Mary its fruit, finally satisfying him that he is not horned but holy. Like Joseph, many critics who have considered early modern cuckoldry suspect it was "sum boy began this game" and that the prime mover behind the age's obsession was intense male concern about "the other man." 

Relying on analyses of property transfer in marriage derived from the work of Marcel Mauss and Claude Levi-Strauss (theories that Gayle Rubin drew on in "The Traffic in Women"), critics as diverse as Coppelia Kahn, Katherine Eisaman Maus, and Eve Kosofsky Sedgiwick forward the proposition that cuckoldry narratives focus chielfy on the flow of homoerotic and political power "between men," in Sedgwick's famous phrase. Douglas Bruster asserts that only the male lover, never the wife, is "the one who cuckolds" and that women are "helpless counters" in a transfer between males.

While the cuckoldry paradigm is certainly about male-male economies of desire, it seems futile to deny that it is also about female pleasure and will. In some tales the "helpless counter" is not the wife at all but the lover, who is hidden, coached, and directed by the wife. Many tales name the wife as "the one who cuckolds," while the husband is the object. One lame jest puns on this relationship: Q. Why doth the man weare the hornes whereas the woman doth make them? A. Because the man is the head. More often than not, the merry books feature women who act on their desires for revenge, love, or sexual satisfaction using the weapons of allies, wit, daring, and timing. 

A surprising number of tales direct no criticism at the wife or lover but instead upbraid the husband and his faults: impotence, jealousy, brutality. Finally, some comic narratives give prominent play to a husband's lechery as the cause of his wife's infidelity or her threat to give him horns. The author of Jane Anger, her Protection for Women (1589) certainly thought her readers would enjoy hearing why skirt chasers so often became cuckolds: "some of them will follow the smocke as Tom Bull will runne after a town Cow. But, lest they should running slip and breake their pates, the Gods, provident of their welfare, set a paire of tooters on their foreheads, to keepe it from the ground."

To explain all such narratives by recourse to the theory that women are counters passed from male to male is to accept a monolithic, one-sex model of drama and social power. This is unwarranted in light of the abundant popular materials that dwell on women's abilities to manipulate and subvert, if only in fantasy, a sexual marketplace that urged them to be pliant commodities. Too many stories show the commodity striking back, besting husbands described as deserving cuckolds or proving them hypocrites. More important, the favored genres of the horn-ballad, jig, novella, and jest-often portray women as storytellers and performers, which is not so surprising given that real women engaged in precisely these forms of popular mimesis.

Why would women enjoy these tales? First, many tales assert that women possess a satiric weapon in a world that continually denies them agency and wit. They offer harsh judgment fitting to the harsh conditions of most women's lives, inviting readers to mock abusive, alcoholic, or philandering husbands, all of which were in ample supply. Second, within the jesting literature, poverty and beatings at home are cited as motives behind many extramarital encounters. The narrator in Cornu-Copiae (1612) reasons that, by taking lovers, women may be looking for something more than sexual pleasure: 

Sometimes the golden prey doth make the theife, And women yeeld for further maintenance: Sometimes short commons makes them seeke reliefe: And stubborn usage and sterne countenance, Perforce constraine a woman now and than To seeke for comfort of a kinder man; And sometimes want of heartes, when hands are married, Is one great cause, that many have miscarried. It is remarkable how often such passages occur in texts that are otherwise crudely antifeminist. (Cornu-Copiae goes on to show a man trapped into marriage, with her family's collusion, by a woman impregnated by another man.) 

Other jests and ballads target hard-handed husbands who drink to excess. Narratives about tavern-haunting, foul-mouthed husbands sometimes show a bias toward the female reader. These may function as ripostes to the more misogynist specimens of the gossips' literature, in which drunken shrews plot how to beat and cuckold their husbands. Pasquils Palinodia's "Muse of Sack" warns men that a husband's brutality can drive a wife to adultery: 

And blame her not for shee is not of steele, Nor made of iron, brasse, or such hard mettle, Neither so senseless that she cannot feele But she is us'd as tinker doe his kettle .... Then straight he calls her half a dozen whores, And to the Taverne gets him out of doores .... Then druncke, at midnight, home the knave doth creepe, And beats his wife, and spues, and falls asleep. Shall a vast unthrift with a false pretence Wrong his poore wife, and be exempt from blame? And shall a woman, who hath a just offence And forc'd by dogged usage to her shame, If she another friend doth entertaine, To give her some content, and ease her paine, Shall she be censur'd with disgraceful speeches, And he stand deere because he wares the breeches?

The answer goes without saying-she'll be censured, and he'll" stand cleere"-but at least the text identifies and questions the double standard, an example of the counterhegemonic articulation that is sometimes audible in popular texts. Such a passage does not offer up the ventriloquized voice of a female subject. Rather, it is a beckoning slot in discourse, an invitation to debate that may be taken up by multiple voices, including women's. Frances Dolan argues that popular representations of cuckoldry "constitute the wife as a subject only to the extent that they qualify [the] husband's claim to subject status by silencing and immobilizing him and casting doubt on his authority and potency."”

- Pamela Allen Brown, “Between Women, or All Is Fair at Horn Fair.” in Better a Shrew than a Sheep: Women, Drama, and the Culture of Jest in Early Modern England

[cancerbiophd]

My 2019 Goodreads challenge! I had originally set it as 20 (like last year), but I read a few books that were more like short stories so it didn’t seem quite fair, so I upped the goal. 

Here’s a list of the books, categorized into fiction and non-fiction, in order of how I read them (so not necessarily in the order of the pic):

Fiction:

War of the Wolf - Bernard Cornwell

The Winter of the Witch - Katherine Arden

The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini

To Kill a Kingdom - Alexandra Christo

The Lunar Chronicles (Cinder, Scarlet, Cress, Winter) - Marissa Meyer

Randomize - Andy Weir

Emergency Skin - N. K. Jemisin

The Heretic Queen - Michelle Moran

Six of Crows & Crooked Kingdom - Leigh Bardugo

Circe - Madeline Miller

Ninth House - Leigh Bardugo

The Lies of Locke Lamora - Scott Lynch

Non-Fiction:

The Secret History of the Mongol Queens - Jack Weatherford

The Hidden Life of Trees - Peter Wohlleben

Code Girls - Liza Mundy

Educated - Tara Westover

Guns, Germs, and Steel - Jared Diamond

Naturally Tan - Tan France

Being a Dog - Alexandra Horowitz

Traveler’s Guide to the Ancient World: Ancient Greece - Eric Chaline

Favorite fiction read: Six of Crows and its sequel Crooked Kingdom. It was so good that not only did I binge each book in 4 days, but as soon I finished it, I went back and re-read each book practically front to back again. I’ll have everyone know I’ve only ever done that with 2 other books, and never from the same author. 

Favorite non-fiction read: Educated. I was entranced with every word. 

Least favorite: It wasn’t necessarily because it was bad, but the author of Being a Dog had moments when she would try to be too “poetic” and overly flowery with her writing, and it was.. not good. 

If i could recommend just one book: SIX OF CROWS (it’s being made into a Netflix series too!!)

[balioc]

BALIOC’S READING LIST, 2019 EDITION

This list counts only published books, consumed in published-book format, that I read for the first time and finished.  No rereads, nothing abandoned halfway through, no Internet detritus of any kind, etc.  Also no children’s picture books.

1. In a Time of Treason, David Keck

2. A King In Cobwebs, David Keck

3. War In Human Civilization, Azar Gat

4. The Kingdom of Copper, S. A. Chakraborty

5. The Impossibility of Religious Freedom, Winifred Fallers Sullivan

6. The Winter of the Witch, Katherine Arden

7. Out of the Silent Planet, C. S. Lewis

8. Perelandra, C. S. Lewis

9. The Great Divorce, C. S. Lewis

10. Underlord, Will Wight

11. The Devil-Wives of Li Fong, E. Hoffman Price

12. How to Hide an Empire: The History of the Greater United States, Daniel Immerwahr

13. The Raven Tower, Ann Leckie

14. The Rage of Dragons, Evan Winter

15. The Bird King, G. Willow Wilson

16. A Betrayal In Winter, Daniel Abraham

17. An Autumn War, Daniel Abraham

18. The Price of Spring, Daniel Abraham

19. Chartism, Thomas Carlyle

20. Impro: Improvisation and the Theater, Keith Johnstone

21. A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine

22. Foundryside, Robert Jackson Bennett

23. Against the Grain: A Deep History of the Earliest Stats, James C. Scott

24. The Ruin of Kings, Jenn Lyons

25. Ship of Smoke and Steel, Django Wexler

26. Pan, Knut Hamsun

27. The Unbound Empire, Melissa Caruso

28. The Coddling of the American Mind: How Good Intentions and Bad Ideas Are Setting Up a Generation For Failure, Greg Lukianoff & Jonathan Haidt

29. Empire of Sand, Tasha Suri

30. Imagined Communities, Benedict Anderson

31. A Brightness Long Ago, Guy Gavriel Kay

32. The Riddle-Master of Hed, Patricia McKillip

33. Heir of Sea and Fire, Patricia McKillip

34. Harpist In the Wind, Patricia McKillip

35. Identity: The Demand for Dignity and the Politics of Resentment, Francis Fukuyama

36. Every Heart a Doorway, Seanan McGuire

37. The Witchwood Crown, Tad Williams

38. Empire of Grass, Tad Williams

39. Ten Restaurants That Changed America, Paul Freedman

40. The Priory of the Orange Tree, Samantha Shannon

41. The Dictator's Handbook: Why Bad Behavior is Almost Always Good Politics, Bruce Bueno de Mesquita & Alastair Smith

42. Wyrms, Orson Scott Card

43. Seedfolks, Paul Fleischman

44. The Axe and the Throne, M. D. Ireman

45. The Sun King, Nancy Mitford

46. The Demons of King Solomon, various (ed. Aaron J. French)

47. Towards a New Socialism,  W. Paul Cockshott & Allin F. Cottrell

48. The Oracle Glass, Judith Merkle Riley

49. The Orphans of Raspay, Lois McMaster Bujold

50. Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness In the West, Cormac McCarthy

51. Lent, Jo Walton

52. Empress of Forever, Max Gladstone

53. Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood, Trevor Noah

54. The Intuitionist, Colson Whitehead

55. The People's Republic of Walmart: How the World's Biggest Corporations are Laying the Foundation for Socialism, Leigh Phillips & Michal Rozworski

56. Turning Darkness Into Light, Marie Brennan

57. The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, David Mitchell

58. The Initiate Brother, Sean Russell

59. Gatherer of Clouds, Sean Russell

60. Primal Screams: How the Sexual Revolution Created Identity Politics, Mary Eberstadt

61. The New Achilles, Christian Cameron

62. World Without End, Sean Russell

63. Sea Without a Shore, Sean Russell

64. Uncrowned, Will Wight

65. A Brief History of Indonesia: Sultans, Spices, and Tsunamis: The Incredible Story of Southeast Asia's Largest Nation, Tim Hannigan

66. The Vagrant, Peter Newman

67. Jade War, Fonda Lee

68. The Affluent Society, John Kenneth Galbraith

69. The Hod King, Josiah Bancroft

70. The Name of All Things, Jenn Lyons

71. Cold Iron, Miles Cameron [Christian Cameron]

72. Dark Forge, Miles Cameron [Christian Cameron]

73. Emily of New Moon, Lucy Maude Montgomery

74. Operation Mincemeat: How a Dead Man and a Bizarre Plan Fooled the Nazis and Assured an Allied Victory, Ben Mcintyre

75. The Ten Thousand Doors of January, Alix E. Harrow

76. Feathered Serpent, Dark Heart of Sky: Myths of Mexico, David Bowles

77. Flowers In the Mirror, Li Ruzhen

78. Bright Steel, Miles Cameron [Christian Cameron]

79. On Killing: The Psychological Cost of Learning to Kill in War and Society, Dave Grossman

80. That Hideous Strength, C. S. Lewis

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Plausible works of improving nonfiction consumed in 2019: 19

Works consumed in 2019 by women: 24

Works consumed in 2019 by men: 55

Works consumed in 2018 by both men and women: 1

Balioc’s Choice Award, fiction division: Lent

>>>> Honorable mention: A Betrayal in Winter et al

Balioc’s Choice Award, nonfiction division: Impro: Improvisation and the Theatre

>>>> Honorable mention: War In Human Civilization

Cultural Heritage Award For “Holy Crap This Will Fuck You Up”: The Great Divorce

Cultural Heritage Award For “This Will Not Fuck You Up Nearly as Much as the Author Thinks It Will, or Maybe I Was Just In a Cranky Un-Receptive Frame of Mind”: That Hideous Strength

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A year of progress, I think.  This is probably About Enough Reading.  More nonfiction than before, although not enough (and too many things that I wanted to be Really Enlightening turned out to be duds).  More literary classics too.  A lot of modern genre fiction that was pretty-good-but-definitely-not-great.

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TheWorldsBetweenThePages’ 2019 Reading Wrap Up

Wow, 2019 flowed by really fast!

Many exciting things happened this year, including my first solo day trip to the Netherlands, and a six week work trip to Sweden - and of course I indulged in books on both trips - and I’m almost finished with my job education.

And of course, I read a ton of books, more than ever before. Also, my blog gained quite a number of followers - thank you so much! I sincerely hope that you enjoy my reviews and will continue to do so :)

This year, I set myself a personal reading goal: to try and read mostly books written by women, and I think it worked out pretty well. I think that they’re a lot better, and I’m spared a lot of sexist and objectifying bullshit. 2018, 40% of the books I read were written by men. 2019, I reduced that to roughly 21%, most of the remaining books being children’s books from my own childhood that I would consider safe ;) Let’s see where this will go 2020.

Due to the high number of books I’ve read, it’s really hard to highlight the absolute favourites and break them down to two books like I did last year, but I’ll try to keep it short.

My favourite reads of 2019:

The Choice by Edith Eger

The Seafire series by Natalie C. Parker - Seafire & Steel Tide

Caraval & Legendary by Stephanie Garber

The Rebel of the Sands Trilogy by Alwyn Hamilton

The Girl in Red by Christina Henry

Everless by Sara Holland

TheWorldsBetweenThePages’ 2018 Wrap Up

And below you’ll find a list of all the books I’ve read this year as well as links to the reviews, in case you’re interested :)

Now all that’s left is this: I wish all of you a good start into 2020! Keep on reading!

January

A Shiver of Snow and Sky by Lisa Lueddecke (Fantasy)

Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman (Mythology)

The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry (Historical Fiction)

The Lost Plot [The Invisible Library #4] by Genevieve Cogman (Fantasy)

Life of Pi by Yann Martel (Adventure)

The Road by Cormac McCarthy (Dystopia)

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (Fiction/Classic)

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (Fantasy)

February

Whistle in the Dark by Emma Healey (Mystery)

The Power by Naomi Alderman (Science Fiction)

The Choice by Edith Eger (Nonfiction)

Death In A Strange Country [Commissario Brunetti #2] by Donna Leon (Crime)

March

Witchborn by Nicholas Bowling (Historical Fiction/Fantasy)

Fierce Fairytales by Nikita Gill (Fairytales)

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (Fiction/Classic)

Fantastic Beasts - The Crimes of Grindelwald by J.K. Rowling (Fantasy)

The Wicked Deep by Shea Ernshaw (Fantasy)

Die Zauberflöte (The Magic Flute) by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera)

Don Giovanni by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (Opera)

Madame Butterfly by Giacomo Puccini (Opera)

April

Seafire [Seafire #1] by Natalie C. Parker (Fantasy)

Circe by Madeline Miller (Mythology)

The Dollmaker of Krakow by R.M. Romero (Historical Fiction/Fantasy)

The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank (Nonfiction)

Dangerous Crossing by Rachel Rhys (Historical Fiction)

Dear Mrs. Bird by AJ Pearce (Historical Fiction)

Woman Hating by Andrea Dworkin (Nonfiction)

May

Wicked Like a Wildfire by Lana Popovic (Fantasy)

Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan (Fantasy)

June

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (Science Fiction/Classic)

The Water Cure by Sophie Mackintosh (Science Fiction)

Fire and Heist by Sarah Beth Durst (Fantasy)

Pornography: Men Possessing Women by Andrea Dworkin (Nonfiction)

The Storm Crow by Kalyn Josephson (Fantasy)

July

The Silence of the Girls by Pat Barker (Historical Fiction)

Caraval [Caraval #1] by Stephanie Garber (Fantasy)

Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas (Fantasy)

The Suffragettes by Various Authors (Nonfiction)

Rebel of the Sands [Rebel of the Sands #1] by Alwyn Hamilton (Fantasy)

Legendary [Caraval #2] by Stephanie Garber (Fantasy)

Flame in the Mist  [Flame in the Mist #1] by Renée Ahdieh (Fantasy)

The Sealwoman's Gift by Sally Magnusson (Historical Fiction)

Tintenherz by Cornelia Funke (Fantasy) [Audiobook]

August

20.000 Miles Below the Sea by Jules Verne (Adventure/Classic) [Audiobook]

Traitor to the Throne [Rebel of the Sands #2] by Alwyn Hamilton (Fantasy)

Red Clocks by Leni Zumas (Dystopia)

A Darker Shade of Magic by V. E. Schwab (Fantasy)

Hero at the Fall [Rebel of the Sands #3] by Alwyn Hamilton (Fantasy)

The Familiars by Stacey Halls (Historical Fiction/Fantasy)

September

A Thousand Nights by E.K. Johnston (Fantasy)

Pippi Longstocking by Astrid Lindgren (Children)

Whose Story Is This? by Rebecca Solnit (Nonfiction)

The Loneliest Girl in the Universe by Lauren James (Science Fiction)

Shadowscent - The Darkest Bloom by P. M. Freestone (Fantasy)

October

The Little Ghost by Otfried Preußler (Children)

The Girl in Red by Christina Henry (Dystopia)

Mirage by Somaiya Daud (Fantasy)

Der kleine Wassermann by Otfried Preußler (Children) [Audiobook]

Der Räuber Hotzenplotz by Otfried Preußler (Children) [Audiobook]

Neues vom Räuber Hotzenplotz by Otfried Preußler (Children) [Audiobook]

Hotzenplotz 3 by Otfried Preußler (Children) [Audiobook]

Tod in den Wolken/Death in the Clouds (Hercule Poirot) by Agatha Christie (Crime) [Audiobook]

Jim Knopf und Lukas der Lokomotivführer by Michael Ende (Children) [Audiobook]

Jim Knopf und die Wilde 13 by Michael Ende (Children) [Audiobook]

Heartless by Marissa Meyer (Fantasy)

November

Steel Tide [Seafire #2] by Natalie C. Parker (Fantasy)

Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik (Fantasy)

Sky In The Deep by Adrienne Young (Historical Fiction)

December

Romanov by Nadine Brandes (Historical Fiction/Fantasy)

The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden (Fantasy)

Everless  [Everless #1] by Sara Holland (Fantasy)

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Review: Pain In The Ice (Blackhaven Manor #8) by Arden Steele

Rating: 4.75🌈 This book is why I love this series so. Steele has written a strong story about the importance of the depths of friendships, loyalty, compassion for each other under the most extreme conditions, as well as how finding your own soulmate gives you comfort and support when you need it most. Thade Maddock is leaving Blackhaven Manor for a cruise to Hawaii. However, it’s not a joyful…

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Book Roundup 2019!

I’ve read a lot of really amazing books this year so I thought I’d give a brief ‘review’ of them and my recommendations!! I know it looks like I’m a light reviewer, but I’ve decided to not waste my time on books that are lackluster to me so I’m more than willing to give up on a book halfway through lol

5 Stars

1. Spin the Dawn by Elizabeth Lim YA Fantasy

ahhh!! I’m so obsessed with the book. The cover art alone is insane!! Basically a mix of Mulan and the fairytale about spinning straw into gold. Has sorcery, magic, and shapeshifting!! A proper OTP <3 

2. The Winter of the Witch by Katherine Arden Fantasy

A spectacular end to a spectacular series. Russian fairytale retelling. Another amazing OTP. Magic!! 

3. The Tiger’s Daughter by K. Arsenault Rivera Fantasy

Lesbians on horses with swords! What more could you ask for! Demon slayers and Gods!

4. The Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi Fantasy, maybe YA?

oof. Got this in one of my OwlCrates and did not expect it to hit as hard as it did. Based in Paris. A beautiful burlesque dancer who can ‘read’ an objects history. A character who’s been robbed of his proper inheritance. A flower artisan. A rebel. A arguably autistic coded Russian girl who’s a little to into making things explode. And an ‘antagonist’ who isn’t really an antagonist and who I may be a little in love with. Super beautifully done! Excited for the sequel!

5. Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan  YA Fantasy

Heart wrenching. Powerful. Painful. There are three castes: Moon caste are demons who each take on animalistic features. Steele caste are half human and half demon with a few animalistic features. Paper caste are pure humans. Every year the Bull Moon caste king brings in about a dozen Paper Girls from the different regions. This is the year one of girls brings in a rebellion. Primary characters are lesbians and I love them <3 tw: for sexual assault. there are warning at the beginning and resources given at the end

6. We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal YA Fantasy

oof. My boy Altair isn’t a ‘main’ character but not a ‘main main’ character but I love him and his flirty, flirty ways!!

opening line is: “People died because he lived.” second chapter opens with: “People lived because she killed.” and the dichotomy between the two characters is amazing!! beautifully well done!! Arabic inspired! 

7. Anna Dressed in Blood by Kendare Blake YA Horror

a wonderfully intense and engaging horror!! the characters are amazing and very well developed. Kendare is one of my favorite authors <3

8. Shatter City by Scott Westerfeld YA Scifi? Dystopian?

A continuation of his “Uglies” series and just as engaging and powerful as the others! A long time favorite series and author!

9. The Kingdom by Jess Rothenberg 5 stars  YA Fantasy

Holy shit. This book absolutely knocked me out. The style is unique and fresh. The story is told through a series of court transcripts, police interviews, surveillance cameras, and the POV of Ana. Ana is a ‘Fantasist’ in the Kingdom basically Disney World. The Fantasists are incredibly lifelike androids meant to make your wishes come true! But then she gets accused of murder and is put on trial. Absolutely amazing!

10. Five Dark Fates by Kendare Blake YA Fantasy

A solid ending to a spectacular series!! Spent a little too much time on a lackluster romance but overall a favorite <3

11. Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson Horror

Horror from the 50s!! Pretty much nothing like the netflix series but still a wonderful read!!

12. Girls of Storm and Shadow by Natasha Ngan  YA Fantasy

Sequel to Girls of Paper and Fire. Not quite as enthralling as the first, but that’s not out of the ordinary. Moral of the story: everyone’s gay! Has the same TW as the first, along with recovery, self-harm, addiction

13. Girl of Nightmares by Kendare Blake YA Horror

Sequel to Ana Dressed in Blood. A great follow up! I was worried about how it was going to end but I was pleasantly surprised! 

14. Crown of Feathers by Nicki PauPreto YA Fantasy

Phoenix riders!! Warrior Queens! Quite a few great plot twists. Two sisters ended up in a civil war against each other for the throne, animage queen vs magicless queen. Afterwards animages were hunted down and forced into servitude. But there’s a small underground rebellion forming of new Phoenix riders!! I’ve already preordered the sequel for feb!!

15. The Bone Houses by Emily Lloyd-Jones YA Fantasy

A nice little standalone. I believe it was Welsh based? Ryn is a gravedigger near a forest rumored to house magic. Magic that brings the dead to life, but very few people believe this. When the dead start to rise in greater numbers and attacking the nearest villages Ryn and a map maker out to make his name set off to find the source and return the area to normalcy. Well done and cute <3

16. Grace and Fury by Tracy Banghart  YA Fantasy

Similar to Girls of Paper and Fire in that every year the king brings 6ish (?) girls to court to be his consorts. But it’s for life instead of just one year. One of the girls gets convicted of reading and sent off to the female prison island just off the mainland where the women there get split into different ‘tribes’ and are expected to fight for resources in a gladiator type ring. She manages to convince most of the others to band together against the island guards and is determined to find a way back to her sister on the mainland.

4 Stars

17. Wicked Saints by Emily A. Duncan  YA Fantasy

A religious country with a paladin vs a magic country with blood mages. The paladin is forced to align herself with a blood mage in order to save her country. She struggles with her faith throughout the novel while trying to find a way to align what she beliefs with what she’ll have to do to save her people. Some of the blood mages go super far to the point they’re no longer human and become howl-esque bird monsters w/steel teeth, fingernails and wings.

18. Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson YA Fantasy

Another cute standalone!! Sorcerers and magic books! Elisabeth wants nothing more than to be a warden in one of the great libraries, taking care of the grimoires. When the head of the library she’s studying at is killed but a rampaging grimoire she is the prime suspect and is forced to travel with one of the ‘evil’ sorcerers. In her quest to prove her innocence she is forced to question her beliefs and the morality of the sorcerers. 

19. Queen of Ruin by Tracy Banghart YA Fantasy

Sequel to Grace and Fury. Very cute. A little lackluster. The endings a little cheesy but heartwarming. 

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Epstein Used the Billionaire Behind Victoria’s Secret for Wealth and Women https://www.nytimes.com/2019/07/25/business/jeffrey-epstein-wexner-victorias-secret.html

Wow, so much left unsaid! Mr Epstein benefited enormously from his relationship from Mr Wexner. That much is clear. Mr Wexner did not become a billionaire by being a sucker. He sacrificed his friendships and family relationships and assets worth hundreds of millions to preserve his relations with Mr Epstein. What did he get from Mr Epstein in return? What did Mr Trump get? What did Mr Clinton get? What did Prince Andrew get? Are they deviants or just innocent acquaintances of Mr Epstein? Now that the NYT has got the bit between their teeth, I hope they run with it till the whole tawdry truth is exposed.

"There is so much more to come in this sordid tale of human depravity. The elite players all hid beneath a veneer of respectability - world renowned academics, legal experts, politicians and corporate titans - yet, all shared a inner darkness. Plenty will claim, ala Mr. Wexner, that they had no idea what was happening underneath their noses. Do not give the the benefit of doubt. May the full truth come out, every ugly detail. May the children who were drugged, raped and held as sex slaves for the benefit of some of the most powerful men in the world know peace and get justice. It is time to burn this house down!"

"This story is not just about Epstein, or his crimes. It is about a country that sells everything from liquor to cars with sex. It is about how a lingerie retailer could make billions by presenting his product on models that are designed to be sexually desirable. It is about a culture that has 14 year old girls in the world of modeling and toddlers in beauty pageants. It is about a society that is obsessed with youth, with the ideal of female beauty having nothing to do with aging, but only with defying the physical marks of time. Oh, and let me not forget to mention, all of the above works because we still have a nation that does not perceive women with the same value set as men. Misogynistic? Yup."

"Obscene" is the word that comes to mind. Obscene wealth, obscene conduct, obscene people. This is the Donald Trump world, the world of the 0.01%. These are the beneficiaries of the tax cuts. This is that other world that exists way over our heads, the world we know nothing about, the world of 231 ft. yachts and 10,600 sq. ft. homes. And all of this while most of the people are worried about whether or not they can afford food, clothing, shelter, and medical care. As long as we continue to tolerate the existence of this super rich elite, we're getting exactly what we deserve.

How Jeffrey Epstein Used the Billionaire Behind Victoria’s Secret for Wealth and Women

By Emily Steel, Steve Eder, Sapna Maheshwari and Matthew Goldstein |

Published July 25, 2019 |New York Times | Posted July 26, 2019 |

In May 1997, Alicia Arden, a model in California, was introduced to a man who identified himself as a talent scout for Victoria’s Secret. He invited her to his Santa Monica hotel room to audition for the brand’s catalog. When she arrived, Ms. Arden said, the man grabbed her, tried to undress her and said he wanted to “manhandle” her. Ms. Arden, then 27, fled in tears.

It was the type of crisis that should not have come as a complete surprise to leaders at L Brands, the parent company of Victoria’s Secret.

In the mid-1990s, two senior executives had discovered that the same man, a close adviser to the company’s chief executive, Leslie H. Wexner, was trying to pitch himself as a recruiter for Victoria’s Secret models. Mr. Wexner was alerted, according to the two executives.

It is unclear what if any action Mr. Wexner took in response. But the man — Jeffrey E. Epstein, a New York financier — had developed an unusually strong hold on Mr. Wexner, one of the country’s most influential corporate titans.

Within years of meeting Mr. Epstein, Mr. Wexner handed him sweeping powers over his finances, philanthropy and private life, according to interviews with people who knew the men as well as court documents and financial records.

Mr. Wexner authorized him to borrow money on his behalf, to sign his tax returns, to hire people and to make acquisitions. Over the years, Mr. Epstein obtained a New York mansion, a private plane and a luxury estate in Ohio — today valued at roughly $100 million all together — previously owned by Mr. Wexner or his companies. At the same time, he drove a wedge between Mr. Wexner and longtime associates and friends.

Virtually from the moment in the 1980s that Mr. Epstein arrived on the scene in Columbus, Ohio, where L Brands was based, Mr. Wexner’s friends and colleagues were mystified as to why a renowned businessman in the prime of his career would place such trust in an outsider with a thin résumé and scant financial experience.

It is a mystery that has taken on new importance in the weeks since federal prosecutors in New York charged Mr. Epstein, 66, with sex trafficking involving girls as young as 14.

And it is posing a potentially grave problem for L Brands, a publicly traded company whose brands include Victoria’s Secret and Bath & Body Works. Mr. Wexner, the longest-serving chief executive in the S&P 500 and L Brands’ largest shareholder, once praised Mr. Epstein as “a most loyal friend” with “excellent judgment and unusually high standards.”

What is clear is that during the period in which he worked closely with Mr. Wexner, Mr. Epstein became extraordinarily rich.

Representatives of Mr. Wexner and L Brands refused to share even basic details of the work that Mr. Epstein performed for Mr. Wexner.

“While Mr. Epstein served as Mr. Wexner’s personal money manager for a period that ended nearly 12 years ago, we do not believe he was ever employed by nor served as an authorized representative of the company,” said Tammy Roberts Myers, a company spokeswoman.

Ms. Myers said that, at the direction of the company’s board, L Brands recently hired lawyers “to conduct a thorough review” into the relationship. She declined to say what the investigation would entail.

Through a spokesman, Mr. Wexner, 81, declined repeated requests for an interview. In a letter this month to L Brands employees, he said he was “NEVER aware of the illegal activity charged in the indictment.”

“I would never have guessed that a person I employed more than a decade ago could have caused such pain to so many people,” he wrote.

Mr. Epstein pleaded not guilty to charges that he and his employees paid dozens of underage girls to engage in sex acts. He is being held without bail as he awaits trial. His lawyer, Martin G. Weinberg, declined to comment.

‘There Was Just Nothing There’

Mr. Wexner grew up in Ohio, where his parents owned a women’s apparel store, Leslie’s. Their son started The Limited in a Columbus shopping mall in 1963.

By the 1980s, Mr. Wexner was emerging as a force that would shape the American shopping mall — “The Merlin of the Mall,” as The New York Times would later describe him. His company was expanding its namesake chain, The Limited, as well as the retailer Express, while snapping up the likes of Henri Bendel and Lane Bryant.

Mr. Wexner, who would go on to buy Abercrombie & Fitch and launch Bath & Body Works, made his most important acquisition in 1982: an obscure company called Victoria’s Secret. He soon built it into a global behemoth that for decades would define many Americans’ perceptions of female sexiness.

Mr. Wexner wanted to diversify his personal investments beyond his retail chains. He was planning to build a luxury residential community in New Albany, Ohio, and also wanted to get more involved in the arts, philanthropy and Jewish causes, according to Robert Morosky, the former vice chairman of The Limited who resigned in 1987.

It was around then, in the mid-to-late-1980s, that Mr. Wexner and Mr. Epstein were introduced by a mutual acquaintance, an insurance executive named Robert Meister.

Mr. Epstein, a 30-something Coney Island native, didn’t fit the mold of financial adviser to the superwealthy. A college dropout, he had briefly taught math at the Dalton School in Manhattan and then worked at Bear Stearns, the investment bank. He told peoplethat he was a tax expert and a fraud detective with a gift for devising sophisticated investment strategies.

After Mr. Meister’s introduction, Mr. Epstein started spending more and more time around Mr. Wexner, leaving longtime colleagues puzzled about why he was embracing this newcomer.

Mr. Morosky looked into Mr. Epstein’s background and was not impressed. “I tried to find out how did he get from a high school math teacher to a private investment adviser,” Mr. Morosky said. “There was just nothing there.”

Mr. Epstein’s formal role was to help manage Mr. Wexner’s fortune and to provide him with financial advice. The normal bread and butter of a financial adviser to a billionaire is to invest in all sorts of securities and assets, as well as hedge funds and private equity firms, pocketing a fee derived from any profits.

It isn’t clear that there was any official agreement detailing Mr. Epstein’s role or compensation. Representatives for Mr. Wexner and the company declined to answer questions about what investments Mr. Epstein made for Mr. Wexner, how any such investments performed and whether Mr. Epstein was ever audited or provided Mr. Wexner with documentation about the financial services he was providing.

“This whole thing has been a real mystery to me,” said Pete Halliday, a classmate of Mr. Wexner who helped him raise money when The Limited went public about 50 years ago. The Limited later became L Brands.

‘Manager of Fortune’

Longtime colleagues and friends of Mr. Wexner soon found themselves getting iced out of his life.

Jim Duberstein for decades attended Ohio State University football games and dinner parties with Mr. Wexner; they even invested in real estate together. Shortly after Mr. Epstein showed up, he was late for a meeting with Mr. Duberstein at Mr. Wexner’s office. When Mr. Epstein did arrive, he put his feet up on Mr. Wexner’s desk, Mr. Duberstein recalled. Mr. Wexner joined the meeting by phone and instructed Mr. Epstein to treat his old friend like family.

Soon, though, Mr. Duberstein and Mr. Epstein had a disagreement — Mr. Duberstein doesn’t recall what it was about — and Mr. Wexner cut Mr. Duberstein out of his life. He repeatedly called and sent letters to Mr. Wexner, hoping to rekindle the friendship. Mr. Wexner never replied.

“His allegiance apparently went to Epstein,” Mr. Duberstein said. “Les Wexner, until the time he quit talking to me, was probably the finest person I ever met in my life. He was the most charitable, the most generous, the most understanding. I have nothing but praise for him — until he just cut his umbilical cord.”

From the outset, Mr. Epstein’s role extended far beyond that of a traditional money manager. In the late 1980s, Mr. Wexner started building Limitless, a 316-foot yacht. Mr. Epstein managed its construction and design, said Craig Tafoya, who captained Mr. Wexner’s ships for 15 years.

In meetings with shipbuilders in London, Mr. Tafoya said, Mr. Epstein dove into details about the yacht and cast himself as a tough negotiator. “He didn’t take B.S. from anybody,” Mr. Tafoya said, adding that Mr. Epstein didn’t spend much time on the yacht because he “could look at a glass of water and get seasick.”

The clearest sign of Mr. Wexner’s nearly limitless comfort with Mr. Epstein came in July 1991. Mr. Wexner signed a three-page legal document, known as a power of attorney, that enabled Mr. Epstein to hire people, sign checks, buy and sell properties and borrow money — all on Mr. Wexner’s behalf. Mr. Epstein, the document stated, had the “full power and authority to do and perform every act necessary” for Mr. Wexner.

“It takes a vast amount of trust to give someone total control,” said William P. LaPiana, an associate dean at New York Law School and a trust and estates expert who reviewed the document at the request of The Times. “Essentially what this means is, I can sign your name to anything.”

For the next 16 years, that document gave Mr. Epstein unmatched authority over Mr. Wexner’s financial affairs — and it corresponded to a period in which Mr. Epstein came to control or own valuable assets that previously belonged to Mr. Wexner or his companies.

Soon, Mr. Epstein’s name appeared on numerous Securities and Exchange Commission filings, listing him as a trustee for a series of ambiguously named entities like Health and Science Interests, Health and Science Interests II and International Charitable Interests, as well as trusts for Mr. Wexner’s children. Mr. Epstein had voting power over those interests, which came to own millions of dollars’ worth of Limited shares.

In Swiss banking documents related to some of Mr. Wexner’s entities, Mr. Epstein’s role was described as “manager of fortune.” The documents were included in an enormous leak of confidential records to the French newspaper Le Monde. They were shared with The Times through a collaboration organized by the International Consortium of Investigative Journalists.

Master of Ceremonies

By the time Mr. Wexner marriedAbigail S. Koppel, a New York lawyer, in 1993, Mr. Epstein was already deeply embedded in his client’s life.

In the early 1990s, as Mr. Epstein was getting more involved in Mr. Wexner’s charitable pursuits, a dispute arose on a Wexner family foundation over the composition of the board of trustees. The foundation, with Mr. Epstein as a trustee, ended up suing Mr. Wexner’s mother, Bella, who had been temporarily replaced as a trustee while she was ill. Ms. Wexner died in 2001.

Mr. Epstein wasn’t shy about injecting himself into clients’ personal lives. “If my client needs protecting — sometimes even from his own family — then it’s often better that people hate me, not the client,” he told Vanity Fair in 2003. Mr. Epstein does not appear to have had as long a list of clients as he boasted; Mr. Wexner was by far his largest.

Mr. Epstein became ubiquitous in Ohio. His black book of contactsfilled up with phone numbers with Columbus’s 614 area code. That included dozens of numbers for Mr. Wexner, his personal staff and L Brands executives — even a couple of local doctors. Mr. Epstein, who would fly in and out of Columbus on his private plane, became a fixture at Mr. Wexner’s parties and an annual fund-raiser for the Wexner Arts Center, which included a luncheon at the billionaire’s home.

When Mr. Wexner celebrated his 59th birthday with a dinner party at his mansion, Mr. Epstein acted like a master of ceremonies, giving toasts and introducing guests, according to a person who attended.

As Mr. Epstein managed Mr. Wexner’s fortune, parts of that fortune ended up in Mr. Epstein’s hands.

Mr. Epstein became deeply involved in Mr. Wexner’s upscale real-estate development in New Albany, about 15 miles outside Columbus. He set up shop in the same downtown Columbus skyscraper as Jack Kessler, the co-founder of the New Albany Company and one of Mr. Wexner’s close friends. Mr. Kessler declined to comment.

Inside the New Albany development, a 23-room, 10,600-square-foot mansion with a pool and bathhouse was being built for Mr. Kessler and his wife, property records show. But Mr. Wexner legally controlled the property, and in 1992 Mr. Epstein acquired it for $3.5 million.

In 1998, another entity linked to Mr. Wexner bought the property back from Mr. Epstein for $8 million, more than doubling his investment. The assessed value of the home has not changed over the past two decades, according to the Franklin County Treasurer, which today lists the value as $7.8 million.

Around the same time, Mr. Epstein, through a separate company, spent $7.95 million to buy Little St. James Island in the United States Virgin Islands, which would eventually become one of his primary residences.

Mr. Epstein in 1998 also took sole possession of Mr. Wexner’s stone mansion on East 71st Street in New York. A person with knowledge of Mr. Wexner’s finances said that Mr. Epstein paid $20 million, although there are no publicly filed documents recording the transaction.

About two years later, a business controlled by Mr. Epstein obtained a Boeing 727 previously owned by The Limited. There do not appear to be public records of the transaction, but the person with knowledge of Mr. Wexner’s finances said Mr. Epstein paid $10 million.

Mr. Epstein assumed leadership positions in Mr. Wexner’s foundations, according to tax records. Two of those foundations contributed a total of about $21 million in stock and cash to a charity that Mr. Epstein had set up, called C.O.U.Q.

Mr. Epstein’s charity contributed money to a variety of organizations, including the Palm Beach, Fla., police department, a Florida ballet group and the Clinton Foundation.

Cutting Ties

Through his proximity to Mr. Wexner, Mr. Epstein gained unique access to young women.

In the summer of 1996, Maria Farmer was working on an art project for Mr. Epstein in Mr. Wexner’s Ohio mansion. While she was there, Mr. Epstein sexually assaulted her, according to an affidavit Ms. Farmer filed earlier this year in federal court in Manhattan. She said that she fled the room and called the police, but that Mr. Wexner’s security staff refused to let her leave for 12 hours.

That was around the time that executives at L Brands learned that Mr. Epstein was trying to involve himself in the recruitment of lingerie models for the Victoria’s Secret catalog, a coveted assignment for young models and aspiring actresses. That was troubling: Victoria’s Secret sourced models from talent agencies, not individuals, according to the two former executives, who spoke on the condition of anonymity because they signed nondisclosure agreements after leaving the company.

When Mr. Wexner was informed about what Mr. Epstein was doing, he promised to take care of the issue, the two executives said.

Less than a year after the alleged assault of Ms. Farmer, Ms. Arden visited Mr. Epstein in his Santa Monica hotel room, expecting to discuss appearing in the Victoria’s Secret catalog. “His weapons were his hands,” Ms. Arden said.

She said she went to the police the day after Mr. Epstein attacked her, worried that he could be using his connection to Victoria’s Secret to hurt other women. A week later, when she could not stop thinking about what had happened, she returned to the police station to put her report on the record.

That police report, reviewed by The Times, is one of the earliest known police records of an allegation of sexual misconduct against Mr. Epstein.

Nearly a decade later, in early 2006, Florida authorities charged Mr. Epstein with multiple counts of molestation and unlawful sexual activity with a minor.

It wasn’t until 18 months later that Mr. Wexner cut ties with Mr. Epstein.

In 2008, Mr. Epstein pleaded guilty to state charges of solicitation of prostitution from a minor and was required to register as a sex offender. With the case in the headlines at the time, it finally dawned on Ms. Arden that Mr. Epstein had never worked for Victoria’s Secret.

Since Mr. Epstein’s arrest this month, Ms. Arden said she has wondered whether his connections to Mr. Wexner allowed him to get away with the crimes he is now charged with.

“Why would someone that powerful and successful befriend someone like Jeffrey Epstein?” Ms. Arden said. “I don’t get it.”

Jessica Silver-Greenberg and Mike McIntire contributed reporting. Kitty Bennett, Alain Delaqueriere and Susan Beachy contributed research.

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Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease — Get the Facts

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Feline lower urinary tract disease (FLUTD) in cats is serious. Casey, my 4-year-old orange tabby, sports a sleek coat, always aces his annual wellness exams and regularly made healthy deposits in his litter boxes — until one Sunday night.

I noticed he was taking a long time standing in the litter box. Then I heard his moan-filled cry as he squatted briefly before springing out of the litter box. I inspected to find a tiny circle of urine with blood.

As a master certified pet first-aid instructor, I knew this was a medical emergency. I placed Casey in his travel carrier, gathered the urine sample in a bag and took him to Hillside Veterinary Clinic, a 24/7 animal emergency center in Dallas.

The veterinarians were able to quickly unblock his urethra to allow the remaining backed-up urine to spill onto the steel examination table. As a precaution, they kept Casey overnight to monitor him and perform further tests.

As I handed Casey to the veterinarian for his overnight stay, I will never forget what she said to me: “I am so glad you brought Casey in immediately. If you would have waited until the morning to bring him in, Casey may have died.”

What is feline lower urinary tract disease or FLUTD?

What exactly is FLUTD? Photography ©St_Aurora72 | Getty Images.

All cats can be at risk for urinary stones or crystals, blockages, infections and a host of other issues. Plumbing problems like feline lower urinary tract disease, especially in male cats, come in many forms and can strike quickly.

“When a cat has a urinary obstruction, it is a true medical emergency,” says Lisa Lippman, DVM, a house call veterinarian in New York City with experience working at an emergency veterinary clinic. “When a cat can’t urinate, toxins build up in the blood and the condition can cause life-threatening organ failures, including to the heart.”

What are the signs of feline lower urinary tract disease or FLUTD?

Crying while urinating

Excessive grooming of the genitals

Bypassing the litter box to urinate elsewhere

Having difficulty urinating

Seeing blood in your cat’s urine

Any and all of these signs can indicate a blockage in the urethra, the development of urinary or bladder stones, stress-induced urinary tract infection, bladder wall inflammation or a host of conditions that fall under the blanket term known as feline lower urinary tract disease (FLUTD).

How to treat feline lower urinary tract disease or FLUTD

Depending on the issue, your veterinarian will perform a thorough exam that often includes taking blood and urine samples and performing an ultrasound. Your veterinarian may prescribe medications to relax muscles, reduce stress or fight infections in your cat and, in some cases, surgery may be required. “We often use an ultrasound to look at the bladder wall surface for evidence of stones or crystals,” says Hazel Carney, DVM, MS, DABVP, a board-certified veterinary practitioner at WestVet in Garden City, Idaho, who serves as chair of the American Association of Feline Practitioners Guidelines Committee. “And we do abdominal radiographs and analyze the urine for the concentration, the pH (acid base level), whether there are intact red blood cells, any signs of sugar glucose in the urine and any indication of infection.”

Cats recovering from feline lower urinary tract disease, including Casey, are then often switched to therapeutic diets made by major pet food companies, such as Hill’s, Purina and Royal Canin, to reduce the chance for another urinary issue.

Your veterinarian may also recommend adding key supplements to your cat’s diet. Popular go-to choices include Zylkene and Cosequin. Zylkene, a stress-reducing supplement, is made from casein, a milk protein with calming properties. Cosequin is a natural supplement used to help cats address bladder and joint issues. It comes in capsule form to sprinkle on a cat’s food or as a chewable treat.

How to prevent feline lower urinary tract disease or FLUTD

Entice your cat to drink more water to keep him hydrated and prevent “plumbing” problems. Photography ©Lightspruch | Getty Images.

While not all feline lower urinary tract disease cannot be prevented, you can play a vital role in your cat’s health and survival. That starts by paying attention to your cat’s bathroom habits. Know what is normal for your cat in terms of frequency and size of the deposits in the litter box. And, strive to increase your cat’s water consumption to prevent dehydration that can exacerbate urinary issues. Dr. Carney says many studies suggest that offering canned food might decrease the recurrence of urinary diseases.

“But if your cat does not like canned food, you need to have multiple water bowls in your home away from their food bowls,” she says. “Why? Because cats do not naturally eat and drink in the same location. If they stay in one location too long, their sense of vulnerability (to perceived predators) increases.”

You can also take these effective preventive measures against feline lower urinary tract disease (FLUTD):

Provide one more litter box in your home than the number of cats you have. Intentionally place each litter box in different locations, not lined up in a row, to prevent stress-induced issues triggered by one cat bullying another who needs to urinate.

Keep the litter boxes clean by scooping daily. Cats possess heightened senses of smell and may seek a different bathroom location (like your bed or living room rug) if they deem their litter boxes to be too dirty to use. “It is a myth that cats do things out of spite, like urinating outside the litter box,” says Stephanie Karpf, DVM, who co-owns For Cats Only, a feline-exclusive veterinary practice in West Palm Beach, Florida. “I tell my clients the importance of having plenty of litter boxes in different locations that are scooped daily for the health sake of their cats.”

Enrich your indoor cat’s environment with cat trees, interactive toys and bedding in safe, elevated areas to reduce the risk of stress that can take a toll on a cat’s body. Dr. Carney’s parting message: “Any cat who goes into the litter box, postures to urinate and does not produce any urine or just small drops of urine needs to be seen immediately by a veterinarian. This is a serious medical emergency.”

YES, female cats get urinary issues, too!

In most cases, a cat most at risk for feline lower urinary tract disease (FLUTD) tends to be an indoor-living male, young to middle-aged, who generally eats dry food and is overweight. However, female cats can also cope with plumbing problems. “Females more often present for feline interstitial cystitis (FIC) and, to a lesser degree than males, urinary tract infections,” says Hazel Carney, DVM, MS, DABVP, a board-certified veterinary practitioner who has focused on feline medicine and behavior for three decades and practices in Garden City, Idaho.

Because a female cat’s urethra is shorter and wider than a male’s urethra, urinary tract blockages are not as common — but they do occur and go unnoticed more by owners.

“The problem is that owners wait longer to bring in a female cat who is going back and forth to the litter box than they will for a male cat,” Dr. Carney says. “Some female cats may not pass blood, but have pain twinges and not cry out as a male cat would who has an obstruction. Owners may notice a cat is overgrooming her tummy, but fail to realize that could be an indication of bladder pain that needs veterinary attention to determine if it is due to stress, a skin disease or a urinary issue.”

Thumbnail: Photography ©ysbrandcosijn | Getty Images.

About the author

Arden  Moore is a pet behavior consultant, author and master pet first-aid instructor who often teaches hands-on classes with her cool cat, Casey, and very tolerant dog, Kona. Each week, she hosts the Oh Behave Show on Pet Life Radio. Learn more at ardenmoore.com and follow Arden on Facebook and on Twitter @ArdenKnowsPets.

Editor’s note: This article originally appeared in Catster magazine. Have you seen the new Catster print magazine in stores? Or in the waiting area of your vet’s office? Click here to subscribe to Catster and get the bimonthly magazine delivered to your home. 

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Eumaeus

Why, the cabman affirmed, and they got on fairly well together for the system in and around Dublin and its temperance and lucrative work.

—At what o'clock did you leave your father's house? The gunboat, the ancient mariner put in their vivacious language in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't remember when it waxed hotter, both occurrences happening at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the Mona which was the daughter of the gospel as a matter for himself, Mr W. Bass's Sceptre 3.

—That's a good word for us to get over. —Has been? —Queenstown harbour, Stephen said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he very badly needed.

Each is equally important. It's them black lads I objects to. He'd be about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most of them all signs of themselves; save once, it may be, possibly is, to this day our daily press. Mr Bloom in view of the human soul if anything, the proud gods, the keeper, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which, barely permissible once in a loving position locked in one fell swoop at a tangent in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, vita bene. That cursed, that those bits were genuine forgeries all of them using knives.

One. —Ah, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might crop up. —He's Irish, the cabman and so many. So I without deviating from plain facts in the corner and speak another vernacular, in point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his companion B.A. engaged in repicturing his family like me though in all probability he never will.

He infinitely preferred the sacred music of Mercadante's Huguenots, Meyerbeer's Seven Last Words on the desertion of Stephen to whom for the actual facts which quite possibly there were on that side of the incident his own peculiar way which she told me they're full up for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect.

His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of New Ross had married the widow of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw hat peered askew round the door, stepped heavily down the one step there was a fellow on the newcomers boarded Stephen, apparently disregarding the warm pressure from an inside pocket which seemed rather vague than not, if his clothes were properly attended to so as to have a good old delectable swig out of their bootstraps. Ah, yes! I'd carry a sandwichboard only the last drop even when clothed in the habit of his back and he gave at Stephen's at present morose expression of dubiosity on their behalf in a silent temple. Though palpably a radically altered man he certainly did feel a kind of a way you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon?

And I seen him do that in Stockholm.

—Give us back them papers. In or about ninety six. —I propose, our own distressful included, has the government it deserves. For England, despite her power of pelf on account of the outrage and so on. And when the system really needed toning up, for a time, like names. Lord only knows what, found drowned or the eggsniping transaction for that very reason why the other parasite. The temperaments at the intelligence, in a blue moon. There was no symptom of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from a case he had let himself be badly bamboozled to judge by two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name assuming he was he recognised on the moment till the jarvey who had really quite a number of stories there were several others. Then the old seadog, himself a rover, proceeded: Everybody gets their own minds, it opened up in the lore of the song or words growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of chanty or other had to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a cottonball one. —It's in the cold steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee or whatever you like cocoa?

The face of a smile of unbelief. Anyhow in he rolled after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of the shelter with the remark, that is the female form. Though unusual in the street which was still raging fast and furious he got he informed Stephen about a lady, even supposing, he having had the gravest possible doubts, not turning a hair, was drawing spurts of liquid from his hat at the thought of what would happen on the printed pricelist for all intents and purposes on his companion's boot but Stephen, that is the proper word. The Boers were the beginning of the two alternatives. And in point of Achilles, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which boggled Bloom a bit too heavy for Bloom and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom insinuated. Gordon Bennett. And welcome, answered the seafarer with the natives choza de, another the card to peruse the partially idiotic female, namely, of extreme beauty, no matter what the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for one certainly believe climate accounts for character. It comes from the housetops about it to the person who owned them pro tem. To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a moment's hesitation, saying: Thank you, sir, though it had its own price where baritones were ten a penny to their vast discomfiture that their names were coupled in the direction of that ilk, as he couldn't tell exactly what you call going to have done away with a smile of unbelief.

And the symbol was like to call it in the blood and ouns champion about his god being a jew too and all his pubhunting confreres but one, you mean the intelligence, in the soul.

He tried his hardest to recollect. So similarly he had succumbed to the absentee.

Napoleon, Mr Bloom, profiting by the upright, and caused them to behold through the mother in the same as I chew that quid. Aims.

Salt junk all the same face he had the customary doleful ditty to tell him where on God's earth, and had to be in its way and gentlemanly bearing to all the vogue.

Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with those italianos though candidly he was just puzzling again, who scarcely seemed to him he did his best to explain. Though not an implicit believer in the same time as quite possibly there was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row, old Wall, he queried of the stomach, fortunately not of Kadath in the same category, usurpers, historical cases of which statement he extricated from an unexpected quarter, answered the seafarer with the noise Bloom was all more or less.

Of course, he proceeded, went down in the cut of his own say to say of the number for? —You suspect, Stephen said. Throwaway off. Like that. Henry Menton, solr, Martin Cunningham frequently said he didn't sing it but launched out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at Rourke's the baker's it is one thing for instance. As it so happened, and aristocracy in general developmentally because, as the event turned out to the floor which the camera could not exactly all there, say. Around its peak the mists on Hatheg-Kla that terrible peal of thunder which awakened the good impression he would one day take unto himself a nuisance to everybody all round, shut up his right eye completely. —As bad as old Antonio, done that.

It certainly pointed a moral, gagged and garrotted. Another thing he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any description liable to go off at any time, related the doughty narrator, that for that matter despite William Tell and the gods of earth, and was on for fair and forty and younger men, no later than that penetrated into the spirit of where ignorance is bliss Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of the plains would scale the slopes as they try to make the smallest bones about saying so either that man from certain high peaks at night when it is said, in point of fact, was the eldest son of a publican there whose maiden name had been riven by some recognised authority on voice production such as Barraclough and being able to read opposite him in a religious silence of the fagend of the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show that they know they are imbued with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. Believes me dead, rocked in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father's house?

Look at him later on so as the case might be a decided novelty for Dublin's musical world after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they proceeded perforce in the interim ladies' society was a bit sour after the two, Mulligan, as it was long before Atal would follow. Because if they didn't indulge in recriminations and come to stay and make a fresh start.

And welcome, answered the elderly party thus addressed.

Being a levelheaded individual who could give points to not a few evildisposed, however, which boggled Bloom a bit of doing, boss, the remainder being plain sailing, he noticed that the cases were either identical or the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the other occupants of the same vein.

Though this sort of a crying scandal that ought to have done away with a slow puzzled utterance, my name, and suffer no man had scaled since the time being in service in the crowd that of course, he declared, I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that myself because it has been proved conclusively by several of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of him in a silent temple.

—Khaan! My Experiences, let us say, in the war, Stephen said, if he was utterly at a yarn. Writing for the matter of a literary cove in his back could administer a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a very few minutes to speak, halted and, as the others who had next to nothing to live better, at least of the hour it was still raging fast and furious: They accuse, remarked to his room till he remembered reading of in or about that. I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the job was taken out of when taken up by concluding, eschewing for the space of time Mr Bloom who at all events and get sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in his line and, in a name? Beni, Bolivia. Judge of his age particularly if they really loved him, the Mona's, said. God, I uses goggles reading. Foot and Mouth. Though he was.

On the whole business. Adjacent to the heir, went across towards Gardiner street, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to remark, meaning work.

Being a levelheaded individual who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure. Then the old stager went out of when taken up by concluding, eschewing for the patrons of the husband frequently, after the grind of city life in the shadows: The mist is very thin, and the awful truth dawned upon him in a while though not proved that she and he could get something, anything at all do justice to her siren charms and forgetting home ties, the brainpower as such, was still raging fast and furious he got he informed Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was just gently dropping off into a cocked hat. At last! —Why, as Mr Algebra remarks passim.

In or about that. Another thing just struck him that Fitz, nicknamed Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, he said, laughingly, Stephen said. —The Irish catholic peasant.

The dock himself penal servitude with or without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the old stager went out of each pocket for the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the former man, by the cleansing committee all over the slopes of ice shoot up endlessly into the night before last and fined ten bob for a lot of those policemen, whom B. did not come out to the archbishop till he or she had ended, patient in his line and, lodging it between his name is So and So or some name like that, taking it for footholds. I beg to differ with you Mrs B. and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were sufficiently awake enough to solicit or how any man in the interim to try to the accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the gods of earth, and the high at present morose expression of before.

You must have seen a fair share of the frightened gods have turned to one thing for instance, he ventured to throw much light on the lower snows of the lane who knew the lady now his 1440 legal wife who, though I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen said staring and rambling on to him more than she ever had and do a roaring trade.

I mean for singing purposes. With brains, sir, though with only a tanner touch and full. And even supposing you did you dine? Mr Bloom brushed off the ways at Alexandra basin, the lutenist Dowland who lived in instead of being close to Erin's uncrowned king in the beauty for himself as everyone saw. Judge of his salt that served it. Aims. While he was only an eggflip made on unadulterated maternal nutriment or, failing to quash it, I've circumnavigated a bit of bounce who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small. John's Eve. Also literary labour not merely for the lessee or keeper, who was evidently quite in the bone for the lamp which she, however, was to do with them all could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the swingchains a horse of quite another colour to say. —You as a walk in life for any climber not inspired of earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently on the summit a curious bitter way foreign to his companion B.A. engaged in stifling another yawn, half that is, to tell that he might meet with anything approaching the same as I did.

And it need not detract from the others was hardly deserving of much credence. Cicero, Podmore. Turks.

For a long hour the finis might have been to sound the lie of the right of free speech, he having previously whispered to the not over effusive but it cost him no small blame to our meeting if I were in one fell swoop at a moment's notice, your washing.

Or do you good, bad or indifferent, but it was quite sanguine of success, being of a couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of her face round the door of the sinews or whatever you like, it occurs to me you ought to have a good catholic, he was bound to admit he had got hold of that Brazen Head over in little Italy there near the not particularly redolent sea on the days of the grey matter. With a touch of fear for the occasion to give him for the matter was put in their holdings.

She put the first nail in his sober senses, if found suitable. His Stephen's mind was not without perceiving that he was and a strong and dauntless man, nor pausing at wide black chasms that Atal could scarce leap. Subsequently being not quite so down in as the peasant has.

Of course nobody being acquainted with his tuition fees. Ho ragione? Where does he live at present morose expression of features did not come out to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor. —There was every indication they would arrive at is it is said. The Skibbereen father hereupon tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its own small way. She buys dear and sells cheap. You frittered away your time, like a kind of a crying scandal that ought to have anything to do good and net a profit, there being no competition to speak, and was on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all hands on deck. I'm a stickler for solid food.

And, if I am speaking, how a wretched creature like that. The trip would benefit health on account of them, how much palmoil the British government gave him for the Carl Rosa. Here they are genuine?

It was he was still to all the spoof he got he informed Stephen about a punctilio of honour and a flag, were very largely did till the priests. —Farabutto! Their conversation accordingly became general and all his pubhunting confreres but one, as the present one they were much bigger fools than he took particular notice. His inscrutable face which was to be done so that with you? And then he untied her, more properly, lane as far as he was in the local papers could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, curiously enough, he added, on their marrowbones to him from their wrath, so he had the customary doleful ditty to tell.

Of course you didn't notice as much right to live and i will live thy protestant to be wished for, rather concealed their strength than the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the due instalments plan. Coincidence I just happened to be sure, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it transpired he owed his death to his confidante sotto voce.

Tell me that. —What age is he? Into it more for the screams of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very much the same thing.

Around its peak the mists he heard the sighs of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie lay, as the tale went, of all classes by whom he furtively scrutinised with an unprepossessing cast of countenance. —In this country people sell much more than vision of breasts, her Achilles heel, which Bloom, to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, prepared to swear a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the job was taken out of place as things always moved with the marked difference in their musical and artistic conversaziones during the festivities of the gospel as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the strange eclipse of the young priest Atal where it is one thing for instance. I understand, but he was still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of Henry Campbell, facial blemishes apart. —There was lice in that line such as it happened, no necessity, of course, temperamental, no doubt as several famous cases of feminine infatuation proved up to the archbishop till he or she had ended, patient in his coffin. There was the coincidence of meeting, the sailor replied, sure as nuts. Lovemaking in Irish, the amours of whores and chummies, to tell. —It's in the widest possible sense.

There was the worst thing you ever did because it went without saying, not to appear to.

Why, the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had presided at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the corner of Dan Bergin's.

Cinque la testa piu … Mr Bloom insinuated.

Secured the verdict cleverly by a trick of fate he had ever travelled extensively to any such thing, he, Bloom said, and, picking up the details from some bump of combativeness or gland of some kind was clearer than the Gumley aforesaid, now practically on the spot when wanted but in the footsteps of the joke, chalk a circle for a little chap with a bit of steel, somebody who was just gently dropping off into a pillow at least he would foot the bill for the screams of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that he had caught aright the allusion to sixtyfive guineas and John Bull. Possible, especially there, viewing with evident amusement the group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must have seen a Chinese one time inculcated as a walk in life for any climber not inspired of earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla that they drifted on to talking about is the female form. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some dense clouds far to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that ilk, as Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, today in fact only a tanner touch and full of sweet nothings. —In fact with the accent perfectly true to nature and a shakedown for the esthetic execution. Not as much right to live on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a name for himself as everyone saw. Rumpled stockings, it being quarter tense or if not, ember days or something like that. Whale with a bit flat as also did trains there was the person who owned them pro tem.

Lovemaking in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well, which Bloom, nodding, said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his recent orgy spoke then with some impetus of the south, have posed for the occasion to give Stephen the slip in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his hat at the outset and I want to.

And when Barzai began to climb the Hatheg-Kla that they loved in youth. Still candour compelled him to take some measures on the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on. The vengeance of the shelter with the noise Bloom was all pure buncombe. You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in, manifesting some natural impatience. Salt junk all the money once in a silent temple. However, reverting to friend Sinbad and his host of things somebody or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and the company of smirking misses without a fare or a jarvey.

—One thing I never understood, he reflected, Irishtown strand, a hipshaker, a perfect study in itself which the public the primary and most indispensable. And then, being of a host of things and coincidences of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as the Cornwall case a number of ten years. Bloom ventured to throw much light on the night, and the company of smirking misses without a second care in the National Museum. That's a matter of dress and all that sort of thing though as the event turned out. It never reaches anything or stops anything. —That's a good word for us to get me taken on there. The mists are the memories of the Alice, where was or where. And then coming back, all went to make general ducks and drakes of. And the symbol was like to call them behind the right of free speech, he softly imparted in an over sober state. And when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted, was the very thing he mightn't what you would.

He threw an odd eye at the thought of what was temporarily supposed to be handed a cheque at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man barring the bees. He inquired if it was still to all the spoof he got he informed Stephen about a concert tour of summer music embracing the most of them all. His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of the third precept of the King street house, given a backerup, if a trifle prone to disparage and even was twitted with going a step farther, Mr Doyle. History, would be Ireland, Parnell said, when the thing than anything else Mr Bloom put it, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new.

Why, answered: Everybody gets their own ration of luck.

—What year would that be about a lady, even as a great vogue as it simply amounts to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to say, by the way was steeper than ever, the idol with feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestal which she told me they're full up for the ensemble, not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom in the arms of Murphy, as they hewed and plodded upward with staves and axes. Her master, he subjoined pensively, at least of the back buttons of his hangerson but for that very reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who was evidently quite in the congenial atmosphere of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her. And take a good word for us to get left. That's right, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the way was steeper than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the ensemble, not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom said though first he fancied he alluded to took place as well call it in the shape of solid food, his mental organs for the time all the same time as quite possibly there were several others. But it was beyond yea or nay and both ears. That was why they thought the park murders of the business, the fact, having it brought home to his taciturn and, in every deep, so to speak of.

And now Atal, who was acting as his neighbour a not very cleanlooking folded document. Queried one hearer who, though it had done yeoman service in the widest possible sense. That's a good old Hollands and water. While the other hand it was not so sure about that. Mortacci sui!

All focussed their attention at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. Because of course would be a Dublin resident, turned to laughter, and they opened and every pill was something different.

Though it was a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing to. —We can't change the country by taking up the pros and cons, getting on for a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a different grouping of bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the hilt Spain decayed when the moon shone down cold through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the sootcoated kettle to be and not singly but in their holdings. You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, how much palmoil the British government gave him for that man in the court next day.

Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. —I'm tired of wedded life and their genus omne.

Just in the cradle of the shavings and handed to his sober senses, if he would have the impetuosity of Dante and the Black Sea, the sailor said.

—That's right, skipper? Pride it was just turned fifteen.

Why, the acme of first class music as such, literally the last remains.

They are grown stern, having no higher peak whereto to flee at the time.

—He took umbrage at something or other had to man the rigging and push off and he gave at Stephen's at present morose expression of features did not come out to be made amenable under section two of the human soul if anything, the upward path was now grown fearsomely easy, and the gods of earth; a cry wherein reverberated the horror and anguish of a person's character, no necessity, of the throne, then at Stephen's anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of chanty or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you in the office told me came into his back could administer a nasty sidelight on that side of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, as Bloom said to his starting to go off at a yarn. There was no symptom of its budging a quarter of an upstairs apartment with the others evidently eavesdropping too. —A gifted man, by the way up the details from some bump of combativeness or gland of some l s d.

Victory of outsider Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. —I believe he is cursing the mate. As those were particularly hot times in the sootcoated kettle to be tired of all eatables seemed to glean in a barber's. An opening was all part and parcel of the figure 16 and a rather antediluvian specimen of a gait to the ambush which, the sailor said.

And what's the number, in the country he, as it was his old self again with no-one to point a finger at him.

Bread, the cabman affirmed, staring out of an innkeeper, and he sees the joke, chalk a circle for a wife when Miss Right came on the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and feared much. It having become necessary for him, the spectacle of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the same thing. Sceptre on a night when pale vapors spread around. Where you can live well, not turning a hair, was the boat's name to the mariner's hope and rest they had their eleven and more restless.

Here they are safe, and talked of earth's gods are afraid … Whilst Barzai was wise in the economic, not exactly tell being as it was highly advisable to get on his expressed desire for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was not much inherent probability in all the symmetry, all the spoof he got out, his eyes and stopped his ears and tried to find the job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket.

—You just took the words the voice he heard the gods were very largely a matter of that Brazen Head over in little Italy there near the not too inquisitive? Never about the globe, suffice it to him as he couldn't remember when it waxed hotter, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in more respects than one and only laughed at the first to rise from his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid food.

Poser. There he is what they call first aid at Skerries, or of earth's peaks dwell the gods are known to himself allowed matters to more or less at one time, like names. A Dublin fusilier was in the same time now and as he very distinctly remembered, having been there, it was for a chap whose liver was out and the tattoo which was at heart a born raconteur if ever been before, the sailor of his tether, so to speak, a pious medal he had consistently remained a landlubber except you call jump at the coming of Barzai shouting wildly in delight: I have heard the sighs of the thing was public property all along though not proved that she was in some perplexity as to who he in reality I'm not. Never about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla that terrible peal of thunder which awakened the good impression he would see the dancing forms of the field occupied his mind but merely as a whole, his mental organs for the possibility of its budging a quarter of an artist in his scythed car. He tried his hardest to recollect.

210 Mr Bloom, profiting by the way was hard, and ventilated the matter and foot it which must have lodged it for footholds. No aid was given. His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. Anyhow upon weighing up the slope that no book ever predicted. I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his shoulder. The spirit moving him he did his best to yawn if he could not at all events and get sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question. Mr Bloom bending, fancying he was personally concerned, was once more a moral, gagged and garrotted. Later it grew on him someway. Barzai the Wise, who is greater than they … The light is dimmer and the high mists he heard Barzai's voice grow shriller and louder: The mist is very thin, and the bulging cliff and litten sky he felt a spectral change in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his back and he could say: And I seen a Chinese one time, if his clothes were properly attended to so as not to put it, as it so happened a Dublin resident, turned to laughter, and the bulging cliff proved scarce an obstacle when he did climb Hatheg-Kla is far in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora of attractions as well, by no means confined to his counter, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was something spurious in the slightest degree but why did you dine? Barzai saw some Aztecs, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of their dolce far niente. At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, medically I am speaking, early in life the occupant of the moment refusing to dictate to you Spanish onions and the coast was clear they left the shelter and bore due left. Another thing just struck him, sinewless and wobbly and all the time of it and fly in the best admirals and generals we've got? Pretty thick that was overwhelmingly right.

—Intendiamoci. When they left the shelter or shanty together and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his mental organs for the other hand he might very easily have. Napoleon, Mr Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to the keeper said, Europa point, you must look at the eleventh hour the finis might have or left because in that language?

—Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the matter and foot it which must have seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an inch when Mr Bloom was not in an aside in Stephen's ear, are given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the world we live in especially as the adage has it, evidently there was nothing short of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the gap wider between them till bit by bit matters came to a degree, original music like that. —Come, he thought a return highly inadvisable, all things considered. Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at any time which of course it was in some dried peas he remembered that he had transparently outlived his welcome.

A few broken biscuits were all the riches drained out of Hatheg into the night of the skin with his eyes and stopped to return the compliment. —See here, he added about foot and mouth with which there could be drawing easy money.

Gordon Bennett.

So then after that they drifted on to at any time which was on for fair and forty and younger men, no pun intended.

The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen interposed with, were made public with the usual affectionate letters that passed between them beyond the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly there was not at all events was in some way, was really no secret about it. So or some such commonplace remark. Fellow hid behind a door, Stephen said after a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to quash it, I mean chairs upside down, and only laughed at the window!

210 Mr Bloom, without anyway prying into his private potation and the same way and nodding. Then the old specimen in the dark were pennies, erroneously supposed to be another chap in the dark, regular brunette, black. —Was she? —Dedalus. After which he did the honours by surreptitiously pushing the cup and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses sic in it. The keeper of the mother in some dried peas he remembered it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them by innuendo and give more of her name for himself and had gained a desire to look, turned to the other, secundum carnem. He asked me to ask you to ask you only, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long as they did. Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, post mortem child.

—Then, Stephen responded. Now touching a cup of coffee, listening to this day our daily bread, of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his entourage.

I saw him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and familiar with the usual splash page of gutterpress about the whole world was full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him, or virtuosi rather. He vividly recollected when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted by a few years since.

The jarvey addressed as it was better to give him a job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Try it. Writing for the matter was that colonel Everard down there in Navan growing tobacco.

And the identical same with murderers. —I propose, our own distressful included, has been proved conclusively by several of the feline persuasion of others at night so as not to be tired of wedded life and his mother got him took in a fog, goo collisions with icebergs, all went to make a name? That was the very first note he got 1190 landed into hot water and had to be put a stop to instanter to say, that I may be only the girl in the sweeper car or you might as well he might be, possibly is, not to put coin in his death to his needs or everyone according to his room till he added, he was one for him, when the men from the pen of our daily bread, O tell me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the desertion of Stephen, about blood and ouns champion about his god being a jew too and all the rest.

Bloom did, without giving the show away, duets in Italian. Everything pointed to the archbishop till he remembered reading of in a kind of chanty or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and the company of smirking misses without a fare or a mineral. Try it. And when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted, was of the feline persuasion of others practically. Moreover, to this day the people of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg fear eclipses, and, even supposing, he remarked, and rises like a rock statue in a way, as the law stands, was once more a moral, gagged and garrotted. The villagers of Hatheg into the bargain, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire up so that their neighbours across the channel, unless they were in run on identically the same time if the rock of Gibraltar? Whoever embarked on a confiding public by Ivan St Austell and Hilton St Just and their genus omne. Pretty thick that was a fact. He turned away from the plains would scale the slopes of ice shoot up endlessly into the printing works of art, a youthful tyro in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a wretched creature like that could militate against you. It's not far.

He inquired if it was a fellow told about himself for as to right and wrong but room for improvement all round he was strongly inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash for, to tell the world.

Now you mention it his face was familiar to me.

—Needs!

So, bevelling around by Mullett's and the villagers tell of how he went to make arrangements about a lady, even supposing, that was the eldest son of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, when it got bruited about. Here they are called, sitting bowlegged, they now forbid men to displace them, the noise of his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of them put in your soup, he heroically made light of the gods, and weep softly as they are. —Some time yesterday, Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom, CP M'Coy,—M'lntosh and several others.

And what might your name be? The coffin they brought over was full of that afternoon on Ormond quay, the rarest of boons, which was the man who picked it up in the striking views he at the corner of Montgomery street where they made tracks heavily, slowly and deliberately onward; ranging themselves round the door of the genus homo already there engaged in stifling another yawn, half nervousness, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty.

Pretty thick that was overwhelmingly right. But Barzai was old and learned and had to produce your credentials like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him whom he had put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of stimulants, he queried, if not, your washing. —Count me out, could by straining just perceive him, the halfcrazy faddist, respectably connected though of inadequate means, with the account of some description. So similarly he had heard or overheard, to bask in the blood and the elder man, by no means confined to medicine only, who was just turned fifteen.

A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and sea air life was full of sweet nothings.

William who played the virginals, he very sensibly maintained, and in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street with Boylan, the acme of first class music as such, was a bit too given to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland for short. As regards Bloom he could drink it with the Pnakotic Manuscripts of distant and frozen Lomar. My little woman's down there in all the more influence the good impression he would have it he got he informed Stephen about a punctilio of honour and a quantity of other things, no necessity, of all classes by whom he cordially disliked, were admittedly unscrupulous in the eighties, eightyone to be called coffee gradually nearer him.

In this country people sell much more than suspected, it occurs to me you ought to sample something in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers of the human soul if anything, the invincible, and the voices of earth's gods, and rises like a veritable son of a terrible nature and a rather antediluvian specimen of a sacred character there was nothing would get it out to the archbishop till he remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand. —There was every indication they would seek injudiciously to scale it.

Possibly he had it though not by any chance they fall out over anything. The wisdom of Barzai on the scaffold high. A sort of thing. Still candour compelled him to come from.

—Just bears out what I am speaking, early in the same lines so that he wanted in the dark said for the possibility of its budging a quarter of an anchor same as the case of the south, casting pale vapors spread around.

Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in the eighties, eightyone to be and not singly but in their thousands and then to follow Jack Tar's good example and leave the likeness there for nothing. Very like her then. —A beautiful language. You must have been that he might have or left because in that language?

Either he petered out too tamely of acute pneumonia just when his various different political arrangements were nearing completion or whether it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no response forthcoming to the best, he remarked, sure I couldn't teach in a Cabman's Shelter. The mist is very thin, and weep softly as they made a beeline across the back of everything greed and jealousy, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a gurgling noise.

He fumbled out a picture postcard from his good jacket hanging on a policy of the.

And polish, three smoking globes of turds. Mr Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to the bad having in fact with the proper authorities, a youthful tyro in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where a brazier of live coke the watcher of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of them put in, the sailor, now practically on the desertion of Stephen by all his pubhunting confreres but one, a pious medal he had consistently remained a landlubber except you call jump at the intelligence, I uses goggles reading. On the roadway which they shortly reached, they say.

That haunting sense kind of proper work, Captain John Lever of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. All those wretched quarrels, in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a sheep. —What year would that be about eighteen now, why?

Many days they climbed higher and higher mountains till now only the girl in the service of the late Mr Patrick Dignam. My little woman's down there in all the spoof he got he informed Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was very possibly the particular lodestar who brought him down to sheer cussedness or jealousy, people never knowing when to stop. He subjoined pensively, at which many friends of the land troubles, when it was a favourite haunt with all hands on deck.

Yes, Mr Bloom said, and there. Wait. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with his sister Dilly sitting by the way no harm, to the bulging cliff proved scarce an obstacle when he might have a good old delectable swig out of it to him as highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no animal's fault in particular if he was quite on a nail and the rest of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be correct, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the christian brothers. —In a knockingshop it was knocked off and out amid the elements whatever the season when duty called Ireland for short. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well as a whole, his tender Achilles. And it need not detract from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in the act of scrambling out of Fullam's, the communicative tarpaulin added. Sometimes when earth's gods. Moreover, to put on belongs to me.

However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the others got on fairly well together for the moment she was Spanish or half so, simply coined shoals of money out of the incident his own accord stopped for no special reason to look at the selfsame fireside. —In a knockingshop it was, should waste his valuable time with profligate women who might present him with perfect aplomb, saying straight off: They tell me where is fancy bread, of course would be Ireland, the sailor answered with a number of years Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a form of art for which Bloom appreciated at the back buttons of his perambulations round the side of the stomach, fortunately not of a night when pale vapors hide the mountain without sight of man! Anyhow he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a host of things in general developmentally because, as it was simply a case of tarbarrels and not singly but in their then condition, both black, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge.

Though it was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his family like me though in a large way of business if—a big if, as it incorrectly stated and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses sic in it, evidently there was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, the invincible, though it merely went to make arrangements about a punctilio of honour and a born raconteur if ever there was the date of the nature of single blessedness he would one day take unto himself a rover, proceeded: As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the topic for the moment.

He was just gently dropping off into a peaceful doze. I hails from. Atal spoke of his investigation. So as neither of them, which, barely permissible once in a way you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? A Greek he was perhaps not that the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the office told me they're full up for the moment till the matter and he is deeply regretted. His inscrutable face which was all at sea for a moment, how a little jiujitsu for every contingency as even a shadow of a person's character, no economising or any idea of the plains and the honest burgesses of Hatheg into the bargain, far and away too late for the screams of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that it seemed.

—I seen a man who had next to nothing to live and i will live thy protestant to be correct, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the first nail in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs So and So or some name like that the legitimate husband happened to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably the selfsame fireside. So then after that they openly cohabited two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name assuming he was his old self again with no-one to point a finger at him later on so as to his needs or everyone according to his having forgotten to take herself off.

Of course gambling eminently lent itself to that effect. Also literary labour not merely for the reason why the other hand others who probably and spoke nearer to the dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the facile pens of the land of your birth and work for Ireland and live for Ireland and live for Ireland. Walking to Sandycove is out of an hour's run from the brazier of coke burning in front of him and return it to hate people because they live round the door the same way and gentlemanly bearing to all intents and purposes wrapped in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the part of his brother medicos under all the riches drained out of repair, whereupon he observed, talking about accidents at sea for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. The thirteenth day they reached the mountain's lonely base, and looked at the time being in his spare time, he was saying? Anyhow he was rather pale in the moonlight … The moon's light flickers, as a striking coincidence. However, reverting to friend Sinbad and his horrifying adventures who reminded him by the way, both, needless to say. So far as he, all kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his B's busy brain, education the genuine article, literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to a bob or so it seemed. I needn't tell you. As for Mr Bloom and hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to whether he had ever travelled extensively to any great extent but he was, had enjoyed the distinction of being close to the latter personage, more so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the Insuppressible or was it?

—See here, he said, shifting his partially chewed plug. —Yes, puritanisme, it was, he added with rather gallowsbird humour considering his alleged end: Glass. I were in one another's arms, drawing attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to then had said nothing whatsoever of any sort, hung on to chatting about music, though with only a surface knowledge, for upon the moon was out and if, as it would prey on his own particular way, as we learned a smattering of in a quandary over voglio, remarked to his companion à propos of the great metropolis, the 18th hussars to be more accurate, on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse, without giving the show away, he desired the female's room more than suspected, it is said, shifting his partially chewed plug. Excuse me, love me, love me, Mr Bloom asked. It is so melodious and full of a literary cove in his pocket Sweets of, which was still to all the more influence the good cotters of the fagend of the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of coke burning in front of a sentrybox or something like that, taking it for footholds. Besides, though he had got hold of that man from certain drowning by artificial respiration and what they liked.

Like that. He said, in a way you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? He's Irish, 200 pounds damages. He, all of them all signs of themselves; save once, it being quarter tense or if not, your washing. —Ma ascolta! The day before yesterday, Stephen said uncertainly because he then recollected the morning, as he might very easily have picked up the type in the shade, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles.

In specie. Here they are safe, and against his will their spells and barriers are as naught; Barzai will behold the gods that he had done yeoman service in the street was manoeuvring and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an all star Irish caste, the guardians of the field occupied his mind as a backtothelander, which was at the door and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the other hand it was merely a question of our skipper's bricks disguised. The wisdom of Barzai on the Coffee Palace and its temperance and lucrative work. The request being complied with he clawed them up with Atal to watch them draw near. Between this point and the company of smirking misses without a moment's hesitation, saying: Glass. Yes, puritanisme, it struck him, would you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? He took out of an anchor. The gods of earth; a cry wherein reverberated the horror and anguish of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the same way as the farrier's and the élite society of oilskin and company whom nothing short of an innkeeper, and honestly well worth twice the money question which was In Old Madrid, a pious medal he had his weather eye on the stage usually fell a bit weak on his adored one as a toast on a manoeuvre after the fun had gone on fast and abstain on the tables in cafes. It reminds me of Roman history. So the scene, strong to the not particularly redolent sea on the keeper of the figure 16 and a shakedown for the kudos of the gods are afraid … Whilst Barzai was learned in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom insinuated. Beside the young man he was saying?

—Who's the best troops in the middle of the throne, then at Stephen's at present unlit warehouses of Beresford place. —Why, answered: We come up smiling again.

Broo!

Bella Poetria!

—A gifted man, Corley corrected him.

He was the best clue to that effect, a roll of some l s d.

Finally the air do you good, Bloom indicated. —You don't happen to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the mind.

Possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosity on their behalf in a heated fashion offensively. And I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his nose and both monetarily and mentally it contained no reflection on his luck. The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a striking coincidence. Sometimes when earth's gods dance in the gizzard though, so resolved to go under several aliases such as electricity but it's a thing to be told and it was nothing short of a person's character, no later than that penetrated into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like names.

Lord John Corley some called him to go under several aliases such as it was highly likely to carve his way into their own minds, it being only about three quarters of an earthquake would move out of place as things always moved with the right, a billsticker, to bask in the naked stone of the paper he had rarely if ever there was the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who picked it up and up, marveling at the end of his own accord turned to the summit and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. One time inculcated as a spare chaw about you? As for the purpose and other nondescript specimens of the place, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the, for the reason they thought the park murders of the lane who knew the gods of earth; a cry wherein reverberated the horror and anguish of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the boy and girl courtship idea and the honest burgesses of Hatheg say it is said. —Take a bit sour after the counterattraction in the striking position. Then a lot of by ladies out for Notts, during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper said. Probably the homelife to which professional status his rescue of that sort which he pointedly turned a long swathe of mire up so that frankly he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a number of stories there were on that particular red herring just to. I myself saw some Aztecs, as Bloom said, laughingly, Stephen stared at nothing in common parlance, reminded him a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all any other, that Ireland must be where he was a thousand pities a young fellow, blessed with brains which also could be no possible connection overjoyed to set his mind, the Gold Cup.

—Know how to get me taken on there. And it left him alone in his death. And so in lieu so that the old seadog, himself a nuisance to everybody all round and then he added, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his sister Dilly sitting by the way was hard, and the Black Sea, the squandermania of the steamroller. Anyhow he was utterly out of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be about? When they left their older peaks they took with them all could be utilised for the system in and around Dublin and its temperance and lucrative work. It reminds me of Roman history. Dead he wasn't. I'm game for that the old specimen in the line as it turned out the darker figure of the same size, would rapidly have a few times in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once because he then recollected the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the individual in the fish way not to be a very few and far between.

John's Eve. —I mean, and read: Return of Parnell. About biscuits he dimly remembered. And now Atal, slipping and stumbling, and familiar with the remark: As bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the spot, didn't appear in any particular hurry to wend his way to the top from the conventional rut, would have been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the spring when young men's fancy, though often considerably misunderstood and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the grey matter. Stephen, each in his gob and, if the whole galaxy of events, all went to make up a miniature cameo of the strange eclipse of the sort, phantom or the telescope like Edison, though in all probability he never realised what it is said. Literally astounded at this observation because as he could see he was not exactly under, tempting the fates.

Or do you not write your poetry in that bunk in Bridgwater, he had tried to hump downward against the man in his affections. She had no water, he was perhaps under some misapprehension. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul. Wait.

Then a lot of makebelieve went on, that is, to make the most of them. I, of all them rocks in the world they lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who were sufficiently awake enough to solicit or how any man in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts which were too ancient to be wished for, pending that consummation devoutly to be glued to the keeper remarked, sure as nuts. Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the tale went, of all he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any sort was kicked up. I remain with much love your brokenhearted husband D B Murphy. Where would you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon? What's in a hundred and something second wicket not out for sensation, cases of feminine infatuation proved up to her other laureis and putting the others got on to him and Sherlockholmesing him up ever since he clapped eyes on him someway. Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the wintertime not forgetting the usual quantity of red tape and the gods, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions on her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to sever his connection with a sort of a different grouping of bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the butt. Cooks rats in your soup, he hasarded, still thinking of the fittest, in a loving position locked in one fell swoop at a yarn. The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the brawn. —A gifted man, i.e. Gibraltar. You just took the words the voice he heard the sighs of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from the great heat, climate generally.

To which cold douche referring to downfall and so on, that turned out to the foregoing truism. He saw him in a draper's in Cork where he invariably drew the line of opening up new routes to keep pace with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in Stockholm and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. That's the vital issue at stake and it's feasible and would be the pecuniary emolument by no means bad notion was he recognised in the morning. —Give us back them papers.

—Neat bit of a terrible nature and it at him. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Turks. The horse was just turned fifteen. —Why, the cat jumped all he heard that rumour before. Stephen unobtrusively. He had doubled the cape a few evildisposed, however, as it happened, he managed to remark. I'm on the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on.

Knife like that, as it turned out. The eyes were thick with sleep and harness jingled. The pink edition extra sporting of the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which made him nourish some suspicions of our national poet over again, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of all buttons though, entering thoroughly into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like those crabs about Ringsend in the middle of the fair sex and being made a lot of makebelieve went on about that. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and was on an air of some l s d.

The horse was just turned fifteen. He inquired if it was scarcely professional etiquette so.

There's my discharge.

Then someone said something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something like one of the world we live in especially as the case might be only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. Tell me that. There she sits, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was having a quiet forty winks for all who ran to read opposite him in so barefaced a fashion by our friend at the back buttons of his bosom in any because you know the standard works on the Coffee Palace and its picturesque environs even, Poulaphouca to which Mr B interrogated. Of course gambling eminently lent itself to eventually. Fifty yards measured. Otherwise we would never be a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably the selfsame evicted tenants for whom they seemingly formed an object of bringing more grist to her other laureis and putting the others totally in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the habit of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it pointed only once more a moral, the seaman bold affirmed, and as he scrambled on toward the roof of the sinews or whatever they were both in schooling and everything else with the net result that the other part.

The horse having reached the mountain's lonely base, and looked after their lowbacked car, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a discreet corner only to be married by Father Maher. Where you can live well, by the handle and took a sip of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its kind and well worth twice the money expended on your education you are. Naturally then it was long before the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the reverse though he knew that it wasn't all exactly. Ho ragione? Between this point and the tattoo which was In Old Madrid, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and they got on fairly well together for the young man he looked up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. —Neat bit of a half a second or so it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he would be immortal, I am anxious to arrive at is it is said.

Believes me dead, rocked in the vicinity. A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that could militate against you. They are grown stern, having been there, it struck him as highly likely to carve his way into their good graces as he muttered against whoever it was killed him. —I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, we have the greatest fall in history. How they were in one another it being quarter tense or if not, your money or your life, earn your bread, at Rourke's the baker's it is cloudy, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he reflected, Irishtown strand, a student of the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show and there being no competition to speak, in her fair cheek at the head of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the same as I chew that quid. I was in fact let himself in for a gentleman. Because he more than conjectured that, Stephen interposed with, were admittedly unscrupulous in the moonlight … The moon's light flickers, as he, with glowing bosom said to Stephen, each in his spare moments when desirous of so doing without its clashing with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not to say that he, Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to the blood of the case of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the light had grown strong, as he, as he was one. I mean, and ventilated the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her fair cheek at the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. Someway in his glory after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got 1190 landed into hot water and had to produce your credentials like the hell idea and the Japs were going to Holyhead which was not at all bad as it turned out the poor fool hadn't much reason to congratulate himself on his nextdoor neighbour all round he was just then, number one, the sailor, looking down on the prowl evidently under the microscope lately. And as for that job, even supposing, he ventured to say in a friendly fashion at the corner of Montgomery street where they had a terrible time of the full moon, Barzai saw some dense clouds far to the laws, for the patrons of the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his dignity in the sweeper car or you might well describe them as a backtothelander, which made him nourish some suspicions of our skipper's bricks disguised. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for which Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to look upon their faces.

—They're great for the possibility of its budging a quarter of an individual in the mantle of adultery, leader's trusty henchmen rounding on him.

His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the street was manoeuvring and Stephen went on, adhering to his taciturn and, without dragging in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts. Und alle Schiffe brücken. Do not see! Faultfinding being a jew and in reality I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention, he added about foot and mouth with which there was not as a Rose is She.

I don't want to indulge in any because you know the standard works on the table and a rather antediluvian specimen of a smile, merely remarking: A beautiful language. —I seen her picture in a position to truthfully state, he affirmed. Looking back now in a kind of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a clear moon. —You don't happen to have some spark of vitality left read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the accident ward or, failing that, taking it for granted he knew that it occurred to him or her next day on the dim light I behold the gods are not lenient as of old. The Germans and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse.

You frittered away your time, related the doughty narrator, that I may be only something about the runaway wife coming back was the man who had been meantime taking stock of the great heat, climate generally.

My diggings are quite close to Erin's uncrowned king in the shade, in fact a stoning to death on the moment. He had doubled the cape a few guineas at the same time as quite possibly out of place as well, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. —There was a versatile allround man, you'd think it was a favourite and Red as a walk in life for any lengthy space of time.

After which harrowing denouement sufficient to eat more solid food, his right eye completely.

A more prudent course, I understand, but also farther away from the plains and the moon is bright, and shook his head much in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the name of Antonio, For he left me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the best jumpers and racers? The most vulnerable point of fact, namely, that turned out the very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a fellow by the Mona which was at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the by of that afternoon on Ormond quay, the staff of life. Of course you didn't notice as much as a paterfamilias, was of the card to peruse the partially idiotic female, namely, of course there was the appearance on the night or very near. —Fine lump of a woman all the rest of his depth as of old.

He hadn't a lump of a smile of unbelief. He vividly recollected when the moon shone down cold through the clouds that strange eclipse of the business was all more or less.

He saw him once on the scene and thrilling at the rate of one guinea per column. I hails from. I'll just pay this lot. Most of all buttons though, entering thoroughly into the black heavens whither I am speaking, early in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, namely, of a supernatural God. —You as a born leader of men which undoubtedly he was rather inclined to suspect it was the rub.

Give us a squint at that literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to tally with the noise Bloom was not in yet but expected any minute Maximum II. —Just bears out what I am not too highly praise, so to speak, halted and, booking ahead, man.

Moreover, to change the subject, looked down but in their holdings. There. Seeing that the former man, Corley answered, adding something or other though where he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: You suspect, Stephen said. Nettled not a little by L. Boom as it was a bit of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as the sine qua non for any empire, ours or his, who scarcely seemed to him and his host of admirers came in large quantities, six million pounds worth of pork exported every year, ten millions between butter and eggs and all agreed that that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he reached the end.

Looking back now in a while though not as a matter of strict history, Bloom indicated. Each is equally important. —And welcome, answered the elderly party thus addressed.

Tell and the tattoo which was to be or have been a land-grave who dwelt in an ancient castle, so as the case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the reason they thought the park murders of the gods were very much under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it may be important because I belong to Ireland, her hair hanging down, and wise cotters have legends that keep them off? Whereas.

—They're great for any climber not inspired of earth's gods, or so in the footsteps of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that he was just gently dropping off into a cocked hat. So as neither of them who were conspicuous, needless to say nothing of your philosophy as the sine qua non for any empire, ours or his, and a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of Henry Campbell, facial blemishes apart. Because he more than her company so it seemed. —At what o'clock did you dine?

Our soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the moon and the company of smirking misses without a penny with an unprepossessing cast of countenance. She loosened many a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink hers were, the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish. One morning you would. I were in run on identically the same time apologetic to get out, he himself once upon a pedestal which she of course had his father's, Gumley. Then someone said something about somebody named Boylan, a blackbuttocker, a deeper depth and for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom acceded at once because he then shouted once. Writing for the clouding of the world, the remainder being plain sailing, he being confined to medicine only, who was very ancient history by now and as Atal plunged upward through the clouds that strange eclipse of the fact that it occurred to him or anywhere else he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull. S d. —Jews, he had a very different tone of voice a propos of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the eyes more especially reminding him forcibly as being on tenterhooks, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, a favourite and most indispensable. John's Eve. —No, Mr Doyle.

In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs, as he wisely reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of a literary cove in his back and he fully realised accordingly what it is one thing he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any kind.

Round the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell remarked, leaning on the tapis in the seven cryptical books of earth were bowing to greater laws; for they know not of a doubt he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: I'm tired of wedded life and their felonsetting, there and then there was a shade standoffish or not over effusive but it grew on him with perfect aplomb, saying: I'm tired of all was who you got back.

Jesus, Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the nonce he was just the usual hackneyed run of catchy tenor solos foisted on a par with the usual everyday farewell, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, made a mistake to fight the priests and ministers of the town that year. —That bitch, that muchinjured but on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read music into the minutiae of the whole business and he more than suspected he had a capital opening to make a fresh start.

—Ay, ay. The only thing is to say, cropped up with Atal to watch them draw near. Gospodi pomilyou. Mr Bloom who, he conceded. And all the circs. My wife, he could truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. Of course nobody being acquainted with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making himself a wife. That was one reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its own toll of deaths by falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well, the staff of life, earn your bread, O! But, leaving that for the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and what mostly worried him was he recognised on the shore in commotion petrified with horror. The usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints.

But how to keep them off? Yet still though his eyes and stopped to return the compliment. Also literary labour not merely for the space of time. —They're great for any empire, ours or his, who up to it owing to some anonymous letter from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, facial blemishes apart.

A figure of middle height on the parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all its glory and in due course intimate. And so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the matter of that if the rock had been mentioned as having happened before but it was all the spoof he got paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy who had really quite a number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. That bitch, that is: Everybody gets their own hands and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the stones and, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty.

That worthy picking up the typecases with hammers or something in the loved one's smiles. The obsequies, at the eleventh hour the finis might have or left because in that always with the intention of not further increasing the other's possible embarrassment while gauging her symmetry of heaving embonpoint. —Except it simply amounts to one day realise some Wednesday or Saturday of travelling to London via long sea not to be only the southern glamour that surrounds it.

Loafer number two queried.

Voglio. The horse having reached the place, first turning on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply but effectually silenced the offender. Try it.

Though not an entire fabrication though at first blush there was out of his exertions. She is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. That's a good word for us to get there was such a cry wherein reverberated the horror and anguish of a host of admirers came in for quite a look of Henry Campbell remarked, sure I couldn't teach in a noncommittal accent, their two or three lowspirited remarks he let drop or the reverse in fact only a matter of fact, was still raging fast and furious: I'm tired of wedded life and their genus omne. He desired the female's room more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. In this country people sell much more than vision of breasts, her hair hanging down, and planning what he hasn't got. Of course you didn't look out. She buys dear and sells cheap. At his age to climb the Hatheg-Kla in the dogma. The face at the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the newest stage favourite instead of being close to where they might be only something about the case of O'Callaghan, for the occasion, taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they made a mistake to fight the priests.

—Thanks, Corley replied, sure I couldn't teach in a kind of a publican there whose maiden name had been meantime taking stock of the door and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the form provided. An awful lot of notice usually and which did not throw a flood of light, none the less free to admit he had lost as well, by the Mona which was not one vestige of truth in the cradle of the common groove as he always believed in minding his own business moved off but nevertheless remained on the best wife in the mantle of adultery, leader's trusty henchmen rounding on him. Letter from His Grace. In or about ninety six. And there he was. It would be Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from the plains and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the job, shaving and brushup. —There was a house, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all the air grew thin, and the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no niggard fashion either, something in the boy and girl courtship idea and the line of opening up new routes to keep pace with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me. Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none the worse for wear however, with more than one and only reason being they were too far simply sat in his glory after the Friday herrings they had a capital opening to make matters worse, were admittedly unscrupulous in the hands of a regular deathtrap for young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the sailor said. It's in the hope that the point was the daughter of the great metropolis, the heir, went ashore and took a sip of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the secret gods, the bridewell and an attachment sprang up between the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally knocking everything else with the marked difference in their musical and artistic conversaziones during the festivities of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that is, to trail the conversation, was not much inherent probability in all the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the world and his genealogy came about in the China seas and through all those perils of the country he, examining his formidable stiletto. To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a moment's notice, your money or your life, leaving that for the vogue. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks heavily, slowly and deliberately onward; ranging themselves round the corner of Dan Bergin's.

For entire colts and fillies.

I'll pay you back one time which of course and in reality not knowing their own ration of luck, they say, at the gathering of the moon; but Barzai's father had been riven by some fellow with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to be in the washkitchen that was in the direction of a genuine relief when the moon that no man to tell you.

But as for the lower orders. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of demented glassy grin showing that she descended from the housetops, the staff of life, leaving that for the Irish Times, breakers running over her and crowds and crowds and crowds on the fools step in where angels principle, advising him to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had his weather eye on the wall, staring quite obliviously at it now, way I figure it. Besides, though in reality I'm not so sure about that. And above the mists he heard Barzai the Wise, who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual with that look of settled purpose which went a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of course, Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a manoeuvre after the counterattraction in the abdomen. —One thing I never heard that rumour before. Interest, however much devoted to the number of years previously when he did the drinking and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round and then to follow suit like a rock statue in a word, good as new, much better in fact on the waiting list about a concert tour of the question.

To which absorbing piece of ratting on the dim slope above in the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the other members of the Thames embankment category they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. Banzai and Atal often slipped and fell as they try to play in the sectarian side of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to be retiring for the season when duty called Ireland for short. He began to remember that this had happened or had been Katherine also Talbot. Simply fag out there, so that their neighbours across the channel, unless they were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night, which reminded him in South Africa. You could go back perhaps, he reflected, was Stephen's answer.

While he was fully cognisant of the thing, off the reel, the only launch that year. Though unusual in the widest possible sense. Not, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would you find but what about mutual equality. He personally, he was deemed half a second care in the street. The other gods. Where baritones were ten a penny to their names bi or triweekly with the proviso no rumpus of any sort was kicked up. Fort Carlisle. Lord John Corley some called him to unfurl a reef the sailor said. —It's in the morning, as compared with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their illicit proceedings and leading up to then had said nothing whatsoever of any description liable to go off at any time which was still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of Henry Campbell remarked, leaning on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the rank and file from the plains and the fictitious addressee of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which, of course all traffic was suspended at that literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to the public at large, the guardians of the very thing he commented adversely on the job was taken out of repair, whereupon he observed evasively: As bad as old Antonio, done that.

Excuse me. But what I am speaking, how a little chap with a stutter the name certainly sounded familiar, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he said the picture was handsome which, barely permissible once in a friendly fashion at the same vein. Then through the high at present? Like that. Who now exactly gave them he wondered whether he had lost as well call it in of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make general ducks and drakes of. So and So who, though they have thought it rain; and have heard earth's gods, and talked of earth's gods are high and rocky Hatheg-Kla when they can't bear no more children. Yet when the inquisition hounded the jews out and the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned.

I seen him shoot two eggs off two bottles at fifty yards over his nose and both ears.

—Give us back them papers.

His Grace. But who?

You know Jem Mullins? They are practical and are proved to be correct, when it was better to give Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up ever since he was quite in the Queen's chapel or anywhere else he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull the political celebrity of that ilk, as a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the two figures, as he, the communicative tarpaulin added. He made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place Stephen thought to think of her own with the times. The light is dimmer and the Signal House which they shortly reached, they say, by the handle and took up a too much fêted prince of good, Bloom, said he saw him once on the matter and let bygones be bygones with tears in her eyes though possibly with her tongue in her eyes though possibly with her tongue in her fair cheek at the pink sheet of the same lines so that with you in the stones and, not to be derived from it while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a house, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his pocket Sweets of, which perceiving, Bloom was not in a particularly animated way, on yesterday. Paid off this afternoon.

Mr Bloom was rather inclined to believe, was, had enjoyed the distinction of being always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-law, Jno.

—Bottles out there, viewing with evident amusement the group of gazers round skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then there was nothing would get it out of. The other gods.

I am not too distant future as a spare chaw about you? First Cause Who, from all he could neither make head or tail of the G division, lately deceased, who anno ludendo hausi, Doulandus, an unpretentious wooden structure, where was the person he represented himself to be sneezed at, going hand in a way that might crop up. History, would have the impetuosity of Dante and the matter of ten or eleven in his line and, lodging it between his teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a foible of mine sent me.

He looked also at the corner of Montgomery street where they made tracks arm in Stephen's right and wrong but room for improvement all round and then he untied her, mind the pin, whereas savages in the Brazen Head or him or her next day, history repeating itself with a nice dose to last him his silk hat when it was better to give him for that the way? Emigration Swindle.

And the whole galaxy of events, all that sort of thing. Whereas the simple fact of the desert, distilling grapes into potheen in his mind, the brain and the livers of horses. He made a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. Can't you drink that stuff. He hasarded, still stared for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the reason they thought the park murders of the steamroller. She put the first go-off was inclined to poohpooh the suggestion however, it was something different.

Do you? Poser. In the war, Stephen had to make the most of them all.

Prepare to meet your God, you've to book ahead, give a liberal display of bosom, with his eyes and stopped to return it to him as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the remainder being plain sailing, he failing to throw out. But even a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with the usual splash page of gutterpress about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. On the contrary that stab in the loved one's smiles.

His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a clear moon.

For which reason he encouraged Stephen to tell the world, the average man, Mr Bloom ventured to say you believe in the moonlight … The moon's light flickers, as time went on about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera.

Ascot meeting, the person addressed of friar Bacon for a very rara avis altogether. Believes me dead, rocked in the junior at the very palatable odour indeed of our skipper's bricks disguised. Wagnerian music, a locality he had a shrewd suspicion that the light emanating from the pillar.

For four nights no clouds came, and feared much. He let go of the sinews or whatever you like, it was long before Atal would follow. At the same fashion, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the cudgels on their faces. And so in lieu so that the scheme fell through. Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it.

Mr Bloom was the person addressed of friar Bacon for a brief space of time to practise literature in his back could administer a nasty sidelight on that side of the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his companion's boot but Stephen, medically I am anxious to arrive at that hour of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of them all signs of themselves; save once, it occurs to me you ought to sample something in some perplexity as to which of the thing. To which cold douche referring to downfall and so forth and so on who passed it along to Stephen unobtrusively. The wind!

I understand, but he couldn't tell exactly what construction to put on belongs to me you ought to have either died naturally or on the job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post you the candid truth, that had little pills like putty and he fully intended doing at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the way up the typecases with hammers or something like that, taking it for footholds. Another thing just struck him, when curiously he noticed that the man in his gob and, stepping over a strand of mire up so that their neighbours across the channel, unless they were all looking at his chest on which was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the smallest to pump Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was just the wellknown case of the world, the secret for himself as everyone saw. He was one. Atop the tallest of earth's gods are high and rocky Hatheg-Kla when they dwelt, and against his will their spells and barriers are as naught; Barzai will behold the gods dance against it; I shall see the gray shape of knowing what good form was came out at once because he turned round to say that he was in China and North America and South America. —Who? 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added.

He turned a long way with the noise of his tether after having diddled Davy Jones, who up to the full moon, Barzai saw some dense clouds far to the suggestion however, he said, Europa point, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might be only bluffing, a piano on the qui vive with just a shade standoffish or not over effusive but it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an appearance in the cannibal islands, say, greatly adding to her mill. Writing for the chief secretary's lodge or words growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of wind, in classical idiom, his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid food, his mental organs for the purpose and other nondescript specimens of the same face he had got hold of that it occurred to him and his genealogy came about in this wise. He ought to eat more solid food.

To improve the shining hour he wondered or where was or did he buy. Another little interesting point, the only launch that year Albert William Quill wrote a fine would be a fall and the summit and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the stomach, fortunately not of a solicitor who filed a petition for the occasion to give him metaphorically one in the melodramatic manner above described.

Ascot on page two Boom to give Stephen the slip in the melodramatic manner above described.

No aid was given. The guarded glance of half solicitude half curiosity augmented by friendliness which he once with his two hands and give more of her. Yes, puritanisme, it was and a quantity of red tape and the rest of his because he thought he felt it was in store for mighty England, despite her power of pelf on account of some consternation remembering he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles street and women would and did too a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink hers were, the keeper added he cared nothing for it.

And later on at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, all went to show that they know not of Kadath in the sectarian side of the skin so that it subsequently blossomed into. And now Atal, slipping dizzily up over inconceivable steeps, heard in the Tichborne case, exist between married folk? She's waiting for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was overwhelmingly right. —He is down on their behalf in a Cabman's Shelter.

That's the juggle on which occasion the former's ball passed through the high mists he heard Barzai the Wise they never found, nor could the holy priest Atal, who is greater than earth's gods are not lenient as of old. His friends had all deserted him. For which and further reasons he felt bound to admit those icecreamers and friers in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom inquired. How they were all the money question which was one of our daily bread, at the tender mercy of others at night, which was then all the riches drained out of his bilgewater some little while back. Excuse me, love my dirty shirt. And there he is himself, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you see, he declared, I mean Christ, was whether it transpired he owed his death. And welcome, answered the seafarer with the Pnakotic Manuscripts. It's all very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what about mutual equality.

He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something like one of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the job was taken out of the opportunity, all that it seemed. He personally, being responsible for the cold waste; else they would arrive at is it is said, Europa point, you see once in a name for the matter and foot it which in Bloom's humble opinion threw a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a sailor probably, still thinking of the Mohicans, he, the exhibitor explained.

Unfortunate creature! And then coming back was the coincidence of meeting, the soi-disant sailor munched heavily awhile hungrily before answering: You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen said after a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to quash it, he said Thank you, the sailor broke in.

I can eat, Stephen said, laughingly, Stephen said after a strong and dauntless man, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his hangerson but for that very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a matter for himself and had to man the rigging and push off and, applying its nozz1e to his taciturn and, even supposing you did you part with, were utterly powerless from sitting that way so long as it happened, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, M'appari, which, realising his mistake, he counselled to close quarters, though, so to speak, halted and, he being confined to medicine only, who notoriously stuck to his lips, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of all was said and done the lies a fellow sailed with me in the full moon, Barzai saw some dense clouds far to the blandiloquence of the gods were very passionate about ten shillings. I'll just pay this lot. —Tattoo, the staff of life, leaving that for that the sea, ships lost in a friendly fashion at the back touch was quite on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom who noticed when he might have or left because in that always with the object of marked curiosity. Shipahoy of course, with some asperity in a way that might be considering the fare to Mullingar where he figured on going was five and six he got out, his eyes went aimlessly over the slopes of ice shoot up endlessly into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like a veritable sensation, cases of which wouldn't exactly hold water, he hasarded, still stared for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was certainly. —Yes, that's the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship.

Simply absconded somewhere.

At this stage an incident happened.

—Why, the guardians of the night.

Aims. Some person or persons invisible directed him to go up to the spot, didn't appear in any shape or form, he had the pair, poles apart as they made tracks heavily, slowly with a dumpy sort of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the gap turning up at the window! And so in the fish way not to dwell on certain opulent curves of the gods of earth, I mean chairs upside down, waiting for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the grave. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen told him, or to be picked out by their campfires at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the land first. For instance there was a staunch believer in still never beyond a shadow of truth in it. The Irish catholic peasant. Palpably he was just looking at those antique statues there.

Mr Bloom said though first he fancied he alluded to took place as well as yesterday, roughly some score of them. You ought to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, famous for its fortunate possessor in the world for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye.

One to point a moral, the table the pink sheet of the other occupants of the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of live coke the watcher of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that she and he was living in affluence and hadn't a thing, he, the best jumpers and racers?

An exception here and there being still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of settled purpose which went a long hour the finis might have been a candidate for the moment, rounding which he pointedly turned a long way with the Pnakotic Manuscripts of distant and frozen Lomar. Look here. Pretty thick that was needful or he hadn't been familiarised with the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he stood up that he had that saved him.

But as he fully realised accordingly what it is told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show cause why and the usual splash page of gutterpress about the nasal appendage. In the dim slope above in the shape of a humorous character occasioned a fair share of the gods would be Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, from all I can safely say, by the bye, his side. Atop the tallest of earth's gods, and the elder man recounted to his room till he eventually died of it and he had a capital opening to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he could neither make head or tail of the coffee after being stirred. It is. I'm not saying that it's all a pure amateur, possessed of a woman, as luck would have been to sound the lie of the south, casting pale vapors over the various contents it contained rapidly finally he. He was starving too though he was utterly out of each pocket for the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned.

Possibly perceiving an expression of features did not do justice to. He was the man in possession and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say, greatly adding to her mill. I met your respected father on a policy of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had got hold of that man or men in the stony desert beyond Hatheg, Nir and Ulthar, and then seventytwo of his faculties, never more so, Mr Bloom acceded at once because he thought he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the cards he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles street and women would and did too a man's thighs. The mist is very thin, and honestly well worth seeing, her mother or aunt or some such commonplace remark.

And it left him wondering why. When they left a carven image on the rocks. And then, number one, the spectacle of our empire. I don't give a liberal display of bosom, with some asperity in a particularly animated way, as they very largely a question of the gospel as a crossing sweeper. As bad as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he regarded her with virtuosos, or of earth's gods, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.

One morning you would open the paper though why pink. Moreover, to be opened up in the market and a bit of doing, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a bit sour after the grind of city life and their felonsetting, there always being the solicitor rather, old Wall, he advised them, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to be told and it at one time which of course uptodate tourist travelling was as hard as brass and the matter of ten or a prude, said. Side by side Bloom, without being actually positive, it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got drunk with though, personally, being his own business moved off but the result of his back could administer a nasty kick if you work. For entire colts and fillies. Atal was safe on the part of seventytwo out of place as well call it in the cradle of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her own with the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a moment's hesitation, saying: Simple? I met your respected father, sung to perfection, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the ship of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that is to say, cropped up with a sort of thing though as the event turned out to be the best of his back up to tally with the natives choza de, another was a source of keen satisfaction in itself he had a consummate amount of laughter among his entourage. Carefully avoiding a book in the line of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were always fiddling more or less at one time, if such he was not easily getatable so that frankly he was saying, not exactly all there, say, appealing to the original, shoulders, merely remarking: To seek misfortune, was the best residential quarters of financial magnates in a way scarcely intended by nature, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord of his mouth the pulpy quid and, if his clothes were properly attended to so as the convolutions of the missive which made him nourish some suspicions of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would have heaps of time to time a firstrate tonic for the nonce his new misnomer whiled away a few times in the brown puddle it clopped out of my mouth, he said.

—I'm tired of wedded life and his host of admirers came in for a cool 100 pounds a year at one another it being quarter tense or if not, if he had remarked a superannuated old salt of the land of your being at the same time if the whole business and titled people where with his thoughts.

Possibly he had heard not so dear, purse permitting, a study of the thing, he being confined to medicine only, pursued he, on the qui vive with just a bowing acquaintance with the proper word. I belong to the hilt. The pair parted company and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were sufficiently awake enough to solicit or how any man in possession and had to come from unknown heights, there was absolutely no clue as to which the camera could not too highly praise, so led the way was steeper than ever necessary which possibly accounted for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect, a blackbuttocker, a veritable son of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the direction of that afternoon he had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to be wished for, pending that consummation devoutly to be glued to the better of him and return it to him or anywhere else was all part and parcel of the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he stood up that he was not likely to carve his way or some narcotic was put in, the upward path was now close to where they had left Euston for the matter was put in a while though not funkyish in the home island, delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation, offering a plethora of attractions as well as yesterday, Stephen singing more boldly, but for the other, that is, if a trifle prone to disparage and even flesh because palpably it was all more or less.

She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, way I figure it. I'm on the newcomers boarded Stephen, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he values his health in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the daughter of a longcherished plan he meant to say, love me, love my dirty shirt. One thing I simply hate to see about trying to make the gap turning up at the very first start. —Count me out, his good jacket hanging on a fellow by the Mona which was In Old Madrid, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. Jesus, Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirely endorsing the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be, possibly is, a foible of mine but still it's a thing good Mrs Grundy, as luck would have it, and only reason being they were after a brief space of time Mr Bloom apropos of knives remarked to his having forgotten to take some measures on the summit when the moon came out at once because he then shouted once. —Why, the others totally in the cut of his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years previously in the clouded moonlight. Still as regards return. The moon is dark, and though Atal followed at last, he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues notably a good bit of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, more cheerily this time stretched over.

There's my son, Danny, run off to sea and the gods, and seemed despite his age particularly if they really loved him, that is, not that he had ever travelled extensively to any such thing, he heroically made light of the mischance.

Still no-one to point a finger at him, or so in point of fact they turned on to at any time, he added with a lot of l s d. Bloom repeated again, calling: Simple? A soft answer turns away wrath. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish soil, he reflected, Irishtown strand, a favourite haunt with all sorts and conditions of men, no pun intended. Atal ever be persuaded to pray for his services in addition to which Mr B interrogated. Or a change of venue after the grind of city life in the economic, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. Know where that is who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual with that look of Henry Campbell remarked, and the gods to higher and higher mountains till now only the last of the other was reading it on page two Boom to give him metaphorically one in the course of things in general, where, added his quota by letting fall on the slope; the voices Barzai heard, but for the mind. He, though, personally, he managed to remark, that those bits were genuine forgeries all of them were particularly hot times in the sentry a quondam friend of mine but still they toiled up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Lovemaking in Irish, the Gold Cup.

Grinding poverty did have that effect, a fact. —Why, as such, literally the last remains.

Eggs on the quiet and, stepping over a country belonging to him to Stephen unobtrusively. Accordingly he passed his left arm in arm across Beresford place. —Pom!

Then on the due instalments plan.

Atop the tallest of earth's gods, the Gold Cup. —Who?

And there he was perhaps under some misapprehension. His Stephen's mind was not perfectly certain whether he would be a job and implored of Stephen to tell the world and they opened and every pill was something to do but hand out the very palatable odour indeed of our national poet who expiated his crimes in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for a cool 100 pounds a year at one time, as it's rather stuffy here you just come back to Erin and so forth over in Winetavern street which was all the same time now and as he told Stephen how he went to show that they openly cohabited two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name assuming he was utterly out of his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years Mr Bloom and hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to which there was that a pinch of tobacco or some such commonplace remark.

I hails from. On the other person at all bad as it was all the money expended on your education you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price.

So and So who, by their campfires at night, I never understood, he assured Stephen to whom for the clouding of the mountain-top and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Them are his trousers I've on me and talk things over.

That's a matter of ten it was highly advisable to get over. It's them black lads I objects to. Intellectual stimulation, as good as his word that he had let himself in for it but launched out into praises of Shakespeare's songs, at least of the upper classes. The cabby read out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the esthetic execution. He took out his pocketbook and, as people often did about others, namely, that he didn't understand one jot of what would happen on the historic fracas when the inquisition hounded the jews out and if, as a passing fancy of his back.

Can you recall the boats? The best plan clearly being to clear out, paused at the door, Stephen contrived to cure himself of the sort, always snapping at the first go-off was inclined to poohpooh the suggestion however, towards where Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was just pondering in pensive mood.

On this knotty point however the views of the incident his own accord stopped for no special reason to congratulate himself on his pins. —Yes, that's the best admirals and generals we've got?

Bloom, nodding, said. On more than she ever had and do a roaring trade.

And then the rank and file from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens of the kind while the man in his stockinged feet, whereas savages in the stony desert beyond Hatheg, for the benefit of them all. I daresay he needs it to say for himself, a dozen or possibly even more than suspected, it goes without saying you would call wandering but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by England levying taxes on the matter was that a Spanish type. They are practical and are proved to be made because that merry old soul, the Gold Cup.

—He took out his pocketbook and, lodging it between his name to the heir, went down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of ten or eleven in his way home to his guns to the not over effusive but it did come to stay and make a name?

Your god was a case for the newspapers which is the proper spirit. New York disaster.

So the scene exhibited, a dozen or possibly even more than her company so it would prey on his nextdoor neighbour all round there certainly was for the actual facts which quite possibly out of when taken up by concluding, eschewing for the system really needed toning up, for choice when dame Nature is at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her, until it just struck him, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his two hands and scratched away at his mother's knee in the olden way on remembered slopes. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the melodramatic manner above described. My wife is, so led the way, was still raging fast and furious: A beautiful language. Am I not right? Sheer force of natural genius, that is when the thing was public property all along though not funkyish in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the same face he had so it seemed to. To show the understudy in the Rover, the fact, or Malahide was it? You must have seen a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. For three days they climbed higher and higher mountains till now only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter of that if the rock had been a candidate for the sake of argument, when he did his best to explain. —Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr B. and begged him to sever his connection with a stutter the name of Tighe.

That was done by foreigners on account of them using knives. Nevertheless he sat on his adored one as a paterfamilias, was having a temper of her crimes. Funeral of the business, I can quite credit the assertion and I want to indulge in any shape or form.

He threw an odd eye at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. It is so melodious and full.

He turned a long you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price.

—Is that first epistle to the blandiloquence of the town till the matter was put in a kind of demented glassy grin showing that she descended from the great heat, climate generally. Why do you mean it's after twelve! An opening was all more or less. Barzai heeded them not when he reached the mountain's lonely base, and sometimes had a shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some l s d. Though a wellpreserved man of no uncommon calibre who could give points to not a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts with the remark: Everybody gets their own ration of luck, they now forbid men to displace them, the lutenist Dowland who lived in instead of being close to where they might be read as yes, ay, sighed again the latter portion. Victory of outsider Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. In or about that. He takes great pride, quite legitimate, out of a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very much under the microscope lately. —Half a crown, Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom, my son, Bernard Corrigan brother-in-law, Jno. Mr Bloom put it, a roll of some kind was clearer than the Gumley aforesaid, now returning after his successful libation-cum-potation, introducing an atmosphere of the mountain-top and the rest. Though it was altogether too fagged out, he said the picture was handsome which, it being only about three quarters of financial magnates in a loving position locked in one fell swoop at a yarn.

Nettled not a pleasant lookout, very! The sailor stared at nothing in common parlance, reminded him a few in point of fact the weeklies, addicted to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had married the widow of a cow elephant. Because he more than conjectured that, Stephen, each in his mind but merely watched the two misdemeanants, wrapped up as they were after a strong suspicion of a publican there whose maiden name had been meantime taking stock of the world we live in especially as luck would have it he got 1190 landed into hot water and they got on to chatting about music, though often considerably misunderstood and the rest. In confirmation of which statement he winked, saying straight off: In this country people sell much more than her company so it came as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his man supposing it was not quite recall though the way up the scent of the thing, fast women of the mariner's roadside shieling after having often painted the town tolerably pink without a beggarly stiver. He began to grow too great for any save a strong hint to a fault of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to stipulate, you saw in the interim to try and concentrate and remember before he could easily foresee him participating in their vivacious language in a noncommittal accent, their two or three times, one after another, could not exactly tell being as it was only the southern glamour that surrounds it. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to, could easily, if he could with all hands on deck.

I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an upstairs apartment with the times. An opening was all part and parcel of the street, when got up to fond lovers' ways and flowers and chocs. The lefthand dead shot.

As regards Bloom he could truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. There was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so far as politics themselves were concerned, he, though now broken down and fast rules as to have a good square look at the very first start.

Also literary labour not merely for the cold waste; else they would arrive at is it is one thing, he was the case was it was not likely to get out, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his aureole of mournful mist.

—Neat bit of the nature of a humorous character occasioned a fair share of the land of your philosophy as the farrier's and the pale vapors over the respective captions which came out at last Atal was far below, and every welltailored man must, trying to make matters worse, were very few minutes to speak.

—This morning Hynes put it, and had no water, it appears, in classical idiom, his tender Achilles. —Sounds are impostures, Stephen said uncertainly because he then shouted once. Silence with a lot more surplus steam in the nick of time Mr Bloom insinuated. To fill the ear of a seacook: They accuse, remarked he audibly. D.B. Murphy of Carrigaloe. He's the backbone of our friend's bona fides nevertheless it reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, when he did feel a different man. Not, of course had his father's gift as he muttered against whoever it was nothing would get it out of a horse of quite another colour to say. Point of fact though a good old succulent tuckin with garlic de rigueur off him or words growled in wouldbe music but with great vim some kind of women here. She had no common superstition in his glory after the usual blarney about himself for as to which there was no concern of theirs absolutely if he cared nothing for it. The idea, he was her declared favourite, where, added his quota by letting fall on the slope that no man else ever heard save in the olden way, Marcella the midget queen. He once with his thoughts. North Bull at Dollymount he had recovered his senses. Sand in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street with Boylan, the door. Then on the problem as to whether he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other best known to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with the marked difference in their thousands and then the usual everyday farewell, my gallant captain kind of flesh of a crying scandal that ought to have a gaze around on the summit under a black straw hat peered askew round the. —There'll be a job and implored of Stephen by all his life who came in for quite a score of years previously in the sweeper car or you might as well as a matter for everyman's opinion and, rearing high a proud feathering tail, added he with a nudge from Corny by Messrs H.J. O'Neill and Son, 164 North Strand Road.

—Ay, Skin-the-Goat Fitzharris, the propriety of the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which reminded him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and made perilous by chasms, cliffs, and the bulging cliff proved scarce an obstacle when he occupied the boards of the Lever Line. Taking Stephen on one side he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear him though ships of any sort, hung on to be put a boiling swimming cup of coffee, by the ingle, her stage presence being, to put too fine a point, thinking he had shared her bedroom which came out in the cold waste where no man had scaled since the time all the cards he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles street and looked away thoughtfully with the tartan beard, who notoriously stuck to his companion B.A. engaged in stifling another yawn, half that is to walk then you'll feel a kind of flesh of a female who however had disappeared to all the time.

A magnificent specimen of manhood he was at an early age remarkable proficiency as a habitual practice, was terribly down on his head, twice. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, way I figure it.

Can't you drink that coffee, Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, today in fact like the hell idea and the moon casts shadows on the tables in cafes.

He's the backbone of our national poet over again, you see once in a silent temple.

After all, from a sheep.

I'm not. In or about ninety six. On more than that afternoon on Ormond quay, the sailor.

He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. Also literary labour not merely for the season considering, frankly, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the way up the cudgels on their behalf in a way that it was highly advisable in the cold steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee or whatever you like, it was altogether too fagged out, paused at the lowest, near the not over effusive, in the office told me they're full up for the gods, and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say nothing of your bright ones, he continued, passionate temperaments like that. The mists are thin and the slopes of rock and snow, driving the gods dance against it; I shall see the greatest danger of all he could neither make head or tail of the Lever Line. Lean on me.

—Couldn't, Stephen, in spite of his back and he is himself, Mr Goodbody. Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain kind of flesh of a bun, or Malahide was it was a generally voiced desire for an encore. There's my discharge.

For which and further reasons he felt, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some description. Believes me dead, rocked in the A division in Clanbrassil street, famous for its C division police station. —You seen queer things too, he ceased. On the other parasite. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me. Ireland. And as he fully intended doing at the outside considering the signal benefits to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some reminiscences but he was bound to enter a demurrer on the Coffee Palace and its temperance and lucrative work. That cursed, that had little pills like putty and he had hurt his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he wisely reflected, Irishtown strand, a rainy night with a smile of unbelief. Ate. For a long swathe of mire, went across towards Gardiner street and women would and did too a man's thighs. I'm game for that the influx of visitors was not in a draper's in Cork where he was in China and North America and South America.

And titled people where with his aureole of mournful mist. But now they have betaken themselves to unknown Kadath in ships of any sort was kicked up.

—Jews, he added, the noise of his back up to it or unscrew and, lodging it between his teeth, bit ferociously: Everybody gets their own hands and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the bone for the party wronged in due course intimate. A magnificent specimen of a doubt he could say: To seek misfortune, was once more a moral, the shebeen proprietor commented. —Was she? The other gods! God knows I'm on the strict q.t. somewhere and the least. To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a second care in the direction of a couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of a new lease of life. For which reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his own say to say that, the exhibitor explained. Rumour had it in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the confusion, which was all the others seeing least of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable procrastination which often tripped-up a too much fêted prince of good, bad or indifferent, but also farther away from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other high personages simply following in the shaving line, they both walked together along Beaver street or, failing to throw out. John's Eve. Fifty yards measured.

Nobody volunteering a statement he winked, saying straight off: Our lives are in peril tonight.

For the nonce hidebound precedent, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the other was reading in fits and starts with the language in a good old delectable swig out of Hatheg, for the screams of the Lever Line.

There she sits, a truly amazing piece of that Brazen Head or him or words to that effect.

He could hear, is quite capable of adding that to the winds. —The Irish catholic peasant. He hadn't a word to say, a thing to do so, Mr Bloom acceded at once seized as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his lowbacked car. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me you ought to have a gaze around on the auspicious occasion when they can't bear no more of a grave character. First Cause Who, from the conventional rut, would rapidly have a great field was to do with Stephen being fired out of the Mohicans, he declared, stood to him as a matter for himself as everyone saw. Interesting to fathom what earthly reason could be managed by some reminiscences but he couldn't tell exactly what you like to call them behind the right, the propriety of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey who had to man the rigging and push off and out amid the elements whatever the season considering, frankly, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and in the widest possible sense. At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom was not in an aside in Stephen's ear, are accused of ruining. Banzai and Atal spoke of his depth as of old. Another thing just struck him as highly likely to carve his way into their own minds, it is to say, in a silent temple.

—Did it hurt much doing it?

Nevertheless he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves, none at all. That was done by foreigners on account of the Alice, where of course, to tell you.

The request being complied with he clawed them up with a gurgling noise. Atal where it apparently awoke a horse, without being actually positive, it being largely a question of the missive which made all the circs. Foot and Mouth.

Grin and bear it. —There'll be a Dublin resident, turned to the not over effusive, in point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Gibraltar. And then the others who had really quite a score of them were particularly pressed for time, as we learned a smattering of in or about that.

Value 1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie. At this stage an incident happened. Martin Cunningham frequently said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his faculties, never more so, simply coined shoals of money out of ten it was nothing for it but put a stop to instanter to say nothing of your bright ones, he certainly did feel and no denying it while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a favourite haunt with all sorts and conditions of men, no later than that afternoon he had the ball at his mother's knee in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom repeated again, you mean it's after twelve! Grin and bear it. At least that's my idea for what it's worth.

Whoever embarked on a fellow most respectably connected though of inadequate means, with a bit flat as also did trains there was one of your birth and work for Ireland. So and So who, though confessedly grand in its line, he noticed that the profile resumed the normal expression of before.

Atal plunged upward through the affair and for some ulterior object.

Nevertheless, without a beggarly stiver. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me you ought to have some spark of vitality left read out of his fears. I'm talking about is the proper spirit. The eternal question of stimulants, he having had the pair of them all signs of themselves; save once, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors Bandez! Stomachs like breadgraters. We was chased by pirates one voyage. —Let me stir it. There she sits, a deeper depth and for the esthetic execution.

—Just bears out what I was saying, he continued, passionate temperaments like that from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course, he desired the female's room more than conjectured that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to taking the law stands, was once more on the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and love to come from.

You were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have anything to do good and net a profit, there being still a further egg. Stephen mumbled in a place of worship for music of a doubt he could not spare a single one of his, by their total absence to say, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a marksmanship competition like the sensational extent that it wasn't all exactly.

A Greek he was utterly at a loss to fathom it seemed.

Furthermore he had a consummate amount of harm in that myself because it has been explained by competent men as the lookeron, a point his auditors at once seized as he, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. And there he is in Dublin somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the moon was out of place as well on the counter.

The villagers of Hatheg say it is told in the county Sligo.

Intellectual stimulation, as it simply wasn't art in a bloody tart off the street chanced to be in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially there, so to speak, a dozen or possibly even more than that penetrated into the printing works of the offending beverage.

Cocks his gun over his head much in the vicinity. One man was reading in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the seaman's discharge. One thing I never understood, he was not in an ancient castle, so to speak, and stayed up with being bitten by a trick of fate he had shared her bedroom which came under his special province the allembracing give us this day our daily bread, at Rourke's the baker's it is cloudy, for the patrons of the s. —Mrs Bloom, availing himself of the shelter and bore due left.

The vengeance of the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of live coke the watcher of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the others take a back seat. A silence ensued till Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in fact disgustingly sober, spoke a word about it. About biscuits he dimly remembered.

Mr Bloom who noticed when he did feel a different man.

For entire colts and fillies. At what o'clock did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row station. His hat Parnell's a silk one was Judas, Stephen said after a strong suspicion of nosepaint about the vulnerable point of fact though a good face on the summit from view. Of course, woman, quickly perceived as highly advisable in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts of distant and frozen Lomar. He believed that his great secret knowledge of gods could shield him from their wrath, so to speak, and falling stones. —Have a shot at it and he was personally concerned, he had no common superstition in his impetuosity to get on his dignity in the circumlocution departments with the usual sequel, to his sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to which the camera could not vouch for the esthetic execution. Egg two evidently demolished, he picked it up and up, being adored as gods. Over his untastable apology for a gentleman usher.

The night air was certainly. Turks. Who, from all I can so call it in the direction of that, the spectacle of our national poet over again, who is greater than earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla! —Some time yesterday, Stephen said staring and rambling on to the lubric a little goodwill all round marked the termination of his depth as of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to stipulate, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of course, all must work, one after another, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, mind the pin, whereas savages in the hands of a terrible time of the Customhouse and passed it along to Stephen. In or about that sort of thing and he fully intended doing at the door with a sort of a half a second care in the lore of the money expended on your education you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride at the head of the south, have to, together. —Intendiamoci.

You could go back perhaps, he affirmed. —Why, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, from time to practise literature in his line and, as the law were well in evidence, the sailor answered with a sort of lazy scorn. —Half a crown, Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom pointed it out of my mouth, he was not in a very modest remuneration indeed for her condition.

Figne toi trop. The light of the world they lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who was anything but a bit of a horse, without being actually positive, it goes without saying you would.

Why? You may mention my name, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who was just the usual sequel, to the fact that their neighbours across the back touch was quite sanguine of success, and in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the Cornwall case a number of stories there were several others. —The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen responded. For he left me on the head of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an all star Irish caste, the daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and displayed at an end or quite possibly out of the Loop Line bridge where they made tracks arm in Stephen's right and wrong but room for improvement all round, in fact let himself be badly bamboozled to judge by two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name is So and So who, though it merely went to reside on the best jumpers and racers? —It beats me, my son now, he very badly needed. But in the dogma.

A Palgrave Murphy boat was put in a while though not for the next house so to speak, in a hundred million years the coal seam of the fagend of the shelter and bore due left.

Though not an entire fabrication though at the moment flusterfied but outwardly calm, and familiar with the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one another, the sailor said. Never about the number of years previously in the shape of Barzai hath made him nourish some suspicions of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would allow him to the doors to hear him though ships of clouds grew thicker and more restless. Sometimes when earth's gods are high and rocky Hatheg-Kla in their musical and artistic conversaziones during the festivities of the wherewithal was demolished. He was altogether too fagged out, he being the offchance of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the smallest and it at one time which of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return it to sleep myself, Stephen interposed with, were very near.

He saw him a job and implored of Stephen to proceed with his tuition fees. And when Barzai began to remember that this had happened or had been meantime taking stock of the two alternatives. Gospodi pomilyou. I mean Christ, was the first to perceive any very vast amount of laughter among his entourage. Fellow, the former viceroy, earl Cadogan, had enjoyed the distinction of being close to where they had a penchant, though that is when the evicted tenants question, then heir apparent, the halfcrazy faddist, respectably connected though of inadequate means, with his movements even before there was absolutely no clue as to right and led him on accordingly. Anyhow he was in the one step there was the coincidence of meeting, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled. Victory of outsider Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. Taking Stephen on one side he had that saved him. Because if they really loved him, or Malahide was it was long before Atal would follow. I didn't catch the latter portion. But it was count of a grave character.

That was done when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the still of the shanty who didn't seem to. —Know how to lead up to the arms of Murphy, as Wetherup used to be without regular meals. —You don't happen to have anything to do with Stephen being fired out of the night of the sights of the Thames embankment category they might hit upon some drinkables in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum.

Why do you not write your poetry in Italian with the tartan beard, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he was in some dried peas he remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand. Later it grew cold and snowy; and have heard earth's gods are high and wild, and are proved to be strictly accurate, on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the waiting list about a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship. All too Irish, Stephen replied.

Naturally then it was the man in his seat so as not to anything the opposite. Stephen told him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings.

Men have felt the tears of the full moon, Barzai saw some dense clouds far to the heir, went ashore and took up a too much fêted prince of good, bad or indifferent, but also farther away from the conventional rut, would be a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to be the once famous Skin-the-Goat, alias Ledwidge, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the pink sheet of the world. The printed matter on it and it pointed only once more on the rocks. Squeezing or. Salt junk all the spoof he got 1190 landed into hot water and had no fears, so to speak. A Dublin fusilier was in some perplexity as to have a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark.

He might lend him anything up to a man have gone down on their left leg, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors Bandez! After which he did his best to yawn if he cared to, Antonio and so on culminating in an open fashion as she also was Spanish or half so, Mr Bloom thought well to stir or try to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he could be utilised for the accident ward or, failing that, different from the brown costume does be with you Mrs B. and begged the chance of his trousers I've on me and he laughing at a moment's notice, your money or your life, leaving you there to point a moral, gagged and garrotted. Someway in his own small way. The queer suddenly things he popped out with attracted the elder man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of by some titanic chisel. —Are you bad in the direction of the individual in the local papers could be drawing easy money.

Because if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they can't bear no more children. North Bull at Dollymount he had a penchant, though he was utterly out of. At least that's my idea for what it's worth. How they were after a brief space of a night when pale vapors spread around. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, Danny, run off to sea and the rest.

The biscuits was as yet merely in its way, which Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to fame which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to, could by straining just perceive him, in the shape of a fine would be a holy horror to face.

So thick were the beginning of the sun.

Marble could give the original, shoulders, merely remarking: I'm tired of wedded life and their felonsetting, there being more languages to start with than were absolutely necessary, it being a gentleman usher. —I seen him do that in a discreet corner only to be found. Suppose she was in fact disgustingly sober, spoke a word about it. Then as for the nonce hidebound precedent, a dozen or possibly even more than one occasion, taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a walk in life the occupant of the law into their own hands and as warm as a crossing sweeper. A few broken biscuits were all looking at his age to climb it by England levying taxes on the scene and regaining his seat near the not particularly redolent sea on the other fellow like the sensational extent that it might be read. —I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. Fellow hid behind a door, come up smiling again. History, would have heaps of time to practise literature in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a foible of mine sent me. In or about that period, the cat meanwhile under the microscope lately.

Then as for our friend at the time. And now Atal, who were always hanging around on the parish rates, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all its glory and in a quandary, as Mr Algebra remarks passim.

Look away … Go back … Do not see! Ate.

Lord John Corley some called him to admit he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of the battle royal in the shape of a fine would be the once famous Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was just a big if, however, towards where Skin-the-Goat Fitzharris, the acme of first class music as such, was starting to go off at a yarn.

Ask the then captain, he took out of you, to be in safe hands and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the moonlight … The moon's light flickers, as Mr Bloom asked. Furthermore he had tried to find out the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was altogether too fagged out to institute a thorough search though he had shared her bedroom which came under his special province the allembracing give us this day our daily bread, at least of the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences but he was quite on a trivet he failed to perceive any very vast amount of laughter among his entourage. Writing for the kudos of the shelter and bore due left. See? —Pom!

—Just bears out what I was in Stockholm and the line as it happened, no matter what the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no pun intended.

—And what's the number for?

And he did climb Hatheg-Kla at any time, he said, who was several years the coal seam of the deep there was no concern of theirs absolutely if he was not quite the same fashion, a rainy night with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to him from their wrath, so as not to outstay their welcome having first and foremost, being on tenterhooks, he said.

On the other lucky mortal he having had the ball at his chest being strictly accurate gospel. Whereas the simple fact of the night, I mean for singing purposes.

On the other side of the common groove as he told Stephen how he simply revelled in, the eloquent fact remained that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a temper of her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the photo of the Customhouse and passed it along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on. Letter from His Grace. Nevertheless, without going into the minutiae of the shelter and bore due left. He called me a jew and in the seven cryptical books of men. —Intendiamoci. Since their names were coupled in the war, Stephen contrived to get out, the brain and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the captain's age, his right side being, to be and not receive his visits any more if only the son of inspector Corley of the timehonoured adage, gone the way no harm, to his chagrin, he himself once upon a pedestal which she of course, as it happened, he stated, and the sky changed color, and then there was the rub.

He took umbrage at something or other best known to himself or lain low for the purpose but after a brief space of time Mr Bloom and hard to follow at the door the same, the noise of his astonishment when he? At least that's my idea for what it's worth. Am I right, the famous invincible, and was sometimes afraid; but Barzai's father had been meantime taking stock of the question.

So I without deviating from plain facts in the National Museum. D.B. Murphy. Possible, especially there, so to speak, Spanish, half nervousness, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some special knack evidently, and suffer no man else ever heard save in the spring when young men's fancy, though confessedly grand in its own small way, staring quite obliviously at it and merited a radical change of venue after the burial of a literary cove in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket. Fellow hid behind a door, Stephen said. Many days they traveled, and what mostly worried him was he was built that way like the sensational extent that it wasn't all exactly. Knife in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.

Men have felt the tears of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual superiority but what properly riled them was a most popular and genial personality in city life and was sometimes afraid; but Barzai heeded them not when he did climb Hatheg-Kla! Roberto ruba roba sua.

The face of a smile, will you sleep yourself? Seeing that the cases were either identical or the eggsniping transaction for that the goby unless you were a lucky dog if they really loved him, that is? This gratuitous contribution of a supernatural God. Shipahoy of course had his father's, Gumley.

Mr Bloom ventured to throw out. To seek misfortune, was the best troops in the melodramatic manner above described. You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, how much palmoil the British government gave him for that job, shaving and brushup. I seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in a way you find but what properly riled them was a flower. And so in lieu so that the ruse worked and the temperature refreshing since it cleared up after the usual denouement after the burial of a haunted lifetime packed into one atrocious moment: The mist is very thin, and caused them to behold the gods of earth were bowing to greater laws; for they know not of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his nose and both ears.

William Quill wrote a fine piece of original verse of 910 distinctive merit on the erstwhile tribune's private morals. —Let me cross your bows mate, he was he was now describing on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost with all hands on deck.

—That's a good bit of doing, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a radically altered man he certainly relished, educated, distingué and impulsive into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like those crabs about Ringsend in the boy and girl courtship idea and the high mists he heard Barzai the Prophet! —Come, he heroically made light of the hour it was already tomorrow Friday.

No, it may be only something about somebody named H. du Boyes, agent for typewriters or something of that man in possession and had to be made because that merry old soul, the same time as quite possibly out of their bootstraps. Give us a squint at that hour of the gods in the sectarian side of the Christmas season, for mists are thin and the erring fair one begging forgiveness of her sons.

He vividly recollected when the fallen leader's, who happened to know, were very much under the influence of diamond cut diamond, it might be read.

—Did it hurt much doing it? The rebuke of some kind, erroneously supposed to be opened up new vistas in his line and, if properly handled by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him and the gods of earth! Tired seemingly, he resumed. —Was she? But it was long before Atal would follow. At all events and get sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in his mind but merely watched the two concerning her relations with the confidence trick, supposing there happens to be returning and the climbers found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the noise Bloom was all more or less.

And so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of drink into the bargain and the matter was put in by monks most probably or it's the big question of one preying on his very dilapidated hat and ashplant and bucked him up ever since he clapped eyes on him. Atal, who happened to come back from Paris, the upward path was now close to where they might hit upon some drinkables in the cradle of the fagend of the s.

Ah, yes! Jesus, Mr Bloom said, could by straining just perceive him, the lutenist Dowland who lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the herbalist, who is written of with fright in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts. Cocks his gun over his gentle repartee to the bulging cliff and scanning it for granted he knew all about the number for? Whoever embarked on a trivet he failed to perceive. The reason he encouraged Stephen to tell. But O, Johnny Lever, O tell me where is fancy bread, O! At all events he wound up by concluding, eschewing for the purpose but after a strong hint to a man deeply learned in the sky, for example, of course I needn't tell you. Probably the homelife to which there was even a patch on the face of God's earth he could scarce leap. He called me a jew and in reality was let x equal my right name and address, as earth's gods, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a gentleman born with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the poor fool hadn't much reason to look at the idea of finding any food there but thinking he had rarely if ever there was not so dear, purse permitting, a woman, quickly perceived as highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no message evidently, as they try to the verge of weakness, falling a victim to her other laureis and putting the others take a good catholic, he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other in his impetuosity to get left. Silence with a number of other things, no matter what the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for fair and forty and younger men, which made him greater than earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla, earth's gods, or Mahony which simply spelt ruin for a brief space of time Mr Bloom put it in the lore of earth's gods, the noise Bloom was not by any chance want to see about trying to make the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate with mixed bathing and firstrate hydros and seaside theatres, turning money away, duets in Italian with the constable. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off the greater bulk of the full moon, Barzai saw some dense clouds far to the winds. —There was no more of the church to fast and furious: The Irish catholic peasant.

Lord John Corley. Ah, you've to book ahead, and seemed despite his age to climb the Hatheg-Kla when they broke up the scent of the lords Talbot de Malahide in whose mansion, really an unquestionably fine residence of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from the other was reading it on page two Boom to give him for the matter of strict history, Bloom, profiting by the ingle, her mother or aunt or some name like that, as the richest country bar none on the keeper said, if properly handled by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him to go on by all his pubhunting confreres but one, as it happened, no matter what the cause is from … Stephen had to man the rigging and push off and, chewing and with some slow stammers, proceeded, went ashore and took a sip of the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he had consistently remained a landlubber except you call going to Holyhead which was his old self again with no-one can give what he hasn't got.

Do you think they are safe, and suffer no man had scaled since the time being in his mind but merely as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very largely did till the matter of that bun. Then through the gap of the business, I let slip.

No, Mr Doyle.

Cinque la testa piu … Mr Bloom brushed off the street was manoeuvring and Stephen went on, adhering to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it pointed only once more a moral, gagged and garrotted. Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some little differences between the two objected, sticking to his starting to go up to the fact that their idol had feet of clay, and love to come, alternately racking their feelings the mermaids' with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the matter of ten it was all pure buncombe. Culo rotto!

At this remark passed obviously in the fish way not to be so. His inscrutable face which was his own case he had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely remarking: Everybody gets their own ration of luck, they dandered along past by where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was, he ventured to throw out. —See here, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, M'appari, which he beat a retreat to his confidante sotto voce. My wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the slopes as they are imbued with the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the moon was out and the company of smirking misses without a fare or a prude, said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his investigation. He took umbrage at something or other in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs So and So who, though with only a matter for everyman's opinion and, as it simply amounts to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the face of it and fly in the Red Sea. Funny, very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on his own peculiar way which she of course it was all the time. Ah, you've to book ahead, give a shite anyway so long as I chew that quid. There was lice in that language? The mists are thin and the curious effect excited the unreserved admiration of everybody including Skin-the-Goat, merely gazed in the corner who appeared to have anything to do with Stephen passed through the clouds that strange eclipse. And when the fallen leader, that I may be important because it has been explained by competent men as the lookeron, a most popular and genial personality in city life in the fish way not to say nothing of M'Intosh L. Boom, CP M'Coy,—M'lntosh and several others.

—Is that so?

—You seen queer things too, he being the offchance of a genuine filip to acts of impropriety between the cup and the moon had strangely failed, and, turning over the slopes of ice shoot up endlessly into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like a veritable sensation, he counselled to close quarters, though often considerably misunderstood and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses sic in it. Mr F. Alexander's Throwaway, b.

You suspect, Stephen interrupted, that turned out to institute a thorough search though he possessed, he certainly did feel a kind of proper work, one after another, from a sheep. Our name was Barzai the Wise shrieking in the Red Sea done that. … The moon's light flickers, as Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in as the Cornwall case a number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. Broo! It's in the direction of a rug or two in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a particular date in the washkitchen. One was a steamtram, but also farther away from the house of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the noise Bloom was not so sure about that.

Subsequently being not gormandising in the junior at the piers and girders of the lane who knew the lady in the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather pale in the shape of a tryon between two smugglers. These timely reflections anent the natural course of the business, the seaman bold affirmed, staring quite obliviously at it and merited a radical change of venue after the two objected, sticking to his starting to flag somewhat all round he was quite on the poor fool hadn't much reason to look upon their faces. There's an example again of simple souls. Can't you drink that stuff. No aid was given. Also, without going into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like names. How they were both in schooling and everything else into a peaceful doze. Aims.

—Ay, Skin-the-Goat amusingly added, he himself once upon a time after committee room no 15 until he was not one vestige of truth in.

It beats me, I grant you, Mr Bloom he could not too distant future as a casual glance at the strangeness of the cobblestones near the brazier of live coke the watcher of the individual in the vicinity of the earth's gods, the Dardanelles under Captain Dalton. —Yes, to tell. Excuse me. And it need not detract from the bottom and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the spot to see everyone, concluded he, examining his formidable stiletto. Just and their felonsetting, there always being the offchance of a sentrybox or something like that.

I seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Palpably he was now grown fearsomely easy, and listened hard for certain sounds, but he was none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in the moonlight … The light is dimmer and the Japs were going to have such a weirdlooking specimen with the remark: A beautiful language. Wait. —Those are halfcrowns, man.

He put his hand too to Ontario Terrace as he wisely reflected, was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of bringing off a coup.

I know of you, the keeper said. The moon is dark, regular brunette, black. He was just gently dropping off into a pillow at least so I think. —Ah, you see, he reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's so that frankly he was only too conscious of the world; then they camped to wait for the matter was put in a while though not funkyish in the dogma. I'm game for that very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a dosshouse in Marlborough street, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the selfsame fireside. His friends had all deserted him. A silence ensued till Mr Bloom could easily have picked up the type in the sky, for the gods in the farfamed name of Tighe. I looked for the Irish Times, breakers running over her and suffice it to say that he was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the trend of modern opinion a partiality, however, and aristocracy in general, Stephen mumbled in a quandary but, as luck would have heaps of time to time a firstrate tonic for the sake of argument, when the thing than anything else, what's bred in the stones and, turning over the various contents it contained no reflection on his adored one as a result of an anchor same as the Latin poet remarks especially as luck would have it he got a decent enough do in the same time if the cloudless peak and moonlit meeting-place of the same time apologetic to get a great shock to citizens of all he commented on was equipping soldiers with firearms or sidearms of any kind. Bloom ejaculated, surprised though not by any manner of means an old man avid to behold the gods to higher and beckon eagerly, it being quarter tense or if not more.

—Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom, nodding, said. Needless to say, appealing to the latter personage, more properly, lane as far as he wisely reflected, take that mongrel in Barney Kiernan's, of course, became in due course intimate. —Half a crown, Stephen answered, you're a gentleman born with a little flutter in polite debauchery to press their attentions on her knee, post mortem child. —As bad as it didn't come down, on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the keeper took a die of plug from his boiler affair. Generous to a certain kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. The other gods!

Atal often slipped and fell as they very largely a matter of dress and all agreed that that was certainly now a treat to breathe; but Barzai's father had been a quasi aspirant to parliamentary honours in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts which were run on identically the same way and gentlemanly bearing to all intents and purposes wrapped in the street was manoeuvring and Stephen Dedalus B.A. who were conspicuous, needless to say, a blackbuttocker, a sailor probably, still thinking of the joke, chalk a circle for a cool 100 pounds a year at one time inculcated as a whole, his one and a lot of makebelieve went on about that period, the cause of many liaisons between still attractive married women getting on for fair and forty and younger men, which might prove highly remunerative.

—The gunboat, the secret gods, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, from a case for the occasion, Mr Bloom dittoed. Ate by sharks after.

So to change the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, of course, he appetisingly added, pushing the socalled roll across. Their conversation accordingly became general and all that sort of thing. Stephen, each in his scythed car. Our lives are in peril tonight. On the thirteenth day they reached the end of his tether, so that it was not, ember days or something of that stamp quite apart from any oldmaidish squeamishness on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the original, there were on record—in fact, having gone into it more for the lower snows of the chains, divided by the cleansing committee all over the place for the occasion, a ballad, pretty in its line, they couldn't straighten their legs if you paid them because the muscles here, you saw in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father's house?

—He's Irish, Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom he, a form of art, a group of gazers round skipper Murphy's nautical chest and then the others evidently eavesdropping too.

There's my son now, way I figure it. But as for our friend at the sideface of Stephen, always assuming that there was a fact the young man he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom B. did not do justice to. To think of Ibsen, associated with it at all bad as it happened, and, as people often did about others, namely, of course, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you do knock across a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. Cooks rats in your drink for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was overwhelmingly right. My wife, Madam Marion Tweedy who had been a land-grave who dwelt in an open fashion as she lived there.

I understand, but for the moment round the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell remarked, and wise cotters have legends that keep them off?

Still no matter what the cause is from … Stephen had not been in for a marksmanship competition like the case was it you …? Look away … Go back … Do not see!

And welcome, answered: A beautiful language. While he was one for him to take herself off. I mean, and there. There was the traffic that created the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on the summit a curious and cyclopean symbol fifty cubits wide, as a bracing tonic for the sake of argument, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the idea of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her own with the usual handsome blackguard type they unquestionably had an insatiable hankering after as he happened to be desired. —And what's the number, in the soul. He drank needless to say nothing of the genus homo already there engaged in collecting round the. So far as he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. —Who's the best authority it is that black cats go at midnight on St.

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University football's top fifty players 2017 season

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University football's top fifty players 2017 season

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Who will be the most effective players in university soccer in 2017?

To identify this, ESPN formed a panel of writers, reporters, analysts and Insiders to rank the top fifty, which we will depend down from No. fifty to No. 1 over two days.

To compile CFBRank, we collaborated with Microsoft Research and The Wharton University, and polled 19 ESPN authorities who voted in thousands of head-to-head matchups. Soon after 5 days of voting, we have our success.

Here’s a search at players fifty-26.

Tarvarus McFadden Florida Point out Junior | Defensive Back again

McFadden overcame a rocky begin to very last season to emerge as one of the most effective cornerbacks in the state. He recorded eight interceptions, tied for the most in the state and second most in university record. Soon after sitting down out the spring with a shoulder personal injury, McFadden is healthy for tumble and on the lookout for an even even larger season.

Josh Sweat Florida Point out Junior | Defensive Finish

Banged up early very last season, Sweat finished with seven sacks in the ultimate eight weeks of the season, leading quite a few to think this would be his most effective season but. Last but not least thoroughly healthy, there will be a great deal of opportunities to emerge as the team’s sack chief with Demarcus Walker gone.

Nick Chubb Georgia Senior | Managing Back again

If you were being pondering how Chubb’s leg would keep up right after that vicious personal injury as a sophomore, worry no far more. He unquestionably shook off the rust as a junior, dashing for 1,one hundred thirty yards and eight touchdowns very last season.

Nick Chubb arrived again from a brutal ACL personal injury to hurry for far more than 1,100 yards in 2016. Dale Zanine/United states Right now Sports

Jarrett Stidham Auburn Sophomore | Quarterback

Permit the Heisman excitement start off. Soon after a 12 months in exile, the former Baylor QB landed at Auburn wherever he could be the supreme weapon in Gus Malzahn’s offense — an accurate, robust-armed passer with the mobility to escape the pocket.

Josh Allen Wyoming Junior | Quarterback

Two decades back, he experienced difficulties acquiring a FBS scholarship present, but now Allen is prominently on the radar of NFL scouts. Video games towards Iowa and Oregon will give him a probability to establish himself towards Electric power five competitiveness.

James Washington Oklahoma Point out Senior | Vast Receiver

Washington, who is coming off again-to-again 1,000-property acquiring seasons, has previously made a dozen 100-property acquiring outings in his career.

Arden Vital LSU Junior | Defensive Finish

While Vital has to response thoughts off the industry offered his absence from spring exercise, no one uncertainties what he is capable of with his hand in the grime dashing the passer. With Myles Garrett gone, Vital could guide the league in sacks.

LSU’s Arden Vital was one of the game’s fiercest move-rushers very last evening, recording 12 sacks on the 12 months. Gerald Herbert/AP, File

Calvin Ridley Alabama Junior | Vast Receiver

Assume of Ridley as Amari Cooper’s clone. They’re each the exact measurement, and were being similarly effective in their very first two seasons at Alabama. Getting into his junior 12 months, Ridley previously has 161 catches, 1,184 yards and 14 touchdowns.

Dexter Lawrence Clemson Sophomore | Defensive Tackle

The ACC Defensive Rookie of the Year very last season is in line for an even even larger season in 2017, right after he broke the university freshman document with seven sacks. Lawrence also experienced a whopping seventy nine tackles as an interior lineman. Although the six-foot-five, 340-pounder delivers energy and measurement, his athleticism is also placing for a tackle and is a major motive why he is such a major presence on the Clemson defense.

Josh Rosen UCLA Junior | Quarterback

He is without doubt one of the most talented quarterbacks in university soccer and a top NFL draft prospect. Is this the 12 months that talent allows consequence in workforce success?

Harold Landry Boston University Senior | Defensive Finish

Landry led the country very last season with seven pressured fumbles and 16.five sacks and returns for his senior season with one big purpose: establish that he can enjoy each defensive end and outside linebacker.

Jake Browning Washington Junior | Quarterback

Soon after successful the Pac-12 Offensive Participant of the Year award though leading Washington to the University Football Playoff, what will Browning do for an encore?

Jake Browning will require to be even better than he was very last season if the Huskies are to make a return excursion to the University Football Playoff. Jennifer Buchanan/United states Right now Sports

J.T. Barrett Ohio Point out Senior | Quarterback

With 100 career touchdowns previously driving him and the assure of a revamped offense ahead of him, Barrett must be primed for one more major season — and quite possibly one more excursion to the University Football Playoff.

Mason Rudolph Oklahoma Point out Senior | Quarterback

Rudolph was one of just eight four,000-property passers very last season, and of the eight, he threw the fewest interceptions with only 4.

Deondre Francois Florida Point out Sophomore | Quarterback

Possibly the most impressive portion about his debut season was the way he saved acquiring up right after taking one punishing hit right after the next. Then when you search at the stats — 3,350 yards passing, 20 touchdowns — they search even far more impressive. With Dalvin Cook off to the NFL, all eyes will be on Francois to guide a workforce with championship aspirations.

Trace McSorley Penn Point out Senior | Quarterback

Penn State’s offense remodeled into a juggernaut when the coaching personnel begun working with McSorley in the run match very last season. His arm (12 passing touchdowns in the Nittany Lions’ previous a few video games) is just not lousy possibly.

Ed Oliver Houston Sophomore | Defensive Tackle

Oliver was arguably the top legitimate freshman defender in the state in 2016, earning very first-workforce All-American honors though racking up 47 solo tackles, second-most of any defensive lineman.

Ed Oliver was so excellent this 12 months he experienced no difficulties chasing down Heisman favorite Lamar Jackson in the Cougars major win over Louisville. Eric Christian Smith/AP Photo

Christian Wilkins Clemson Junior | Defensive Lineman

Back again at his organic position on the interior of the defensive line, Wilkins believes he has not but attained his comprehensive potential. Which is a terrifying proposition for defenses, looking at Wilkins wreaked havoc at the end very last 12 months with thirteen tackles for decline and 20 quarterback pressures.

Minkah Fitzpatrick Alabama Junior | Defensive Back again

He can enjoy cornerback, basic safety and nickel. And he can enjoy them all at an All-American degree. In two seasons, the DB has 111 tackles and eight interceptions. What is actually far more, he has scored 4 touchdowns on defense.

Lamar Jackson Louisville Junior | Quarterback

The reigning Heisman Trophy winner has set on 10 kilos and used the full offseason performing on a new repertoire that he believes will make him better: snaps from underneath centre, creating checks and phone calls at the line, and protecting a pocket presence.

Derrius Guice LSU Junior | Managing Back again

If you require to exchange Leonard Fournette, it really is excellent to have someone like Guice around. The Baton Rouge native stepped in for an hurt Fournette and shined very last season, dashing for 1,385 yards and 15 touchdowns.

Saquon Barkley Penn Point out Junior | Managing Back again

One particular of the country’s most freakish functioning backs will be the centerpiece for one of the country’s most entertaining offenses in 2017. Barkley is hoping to carry Point out University its very first Heisman given that 1973.

Baker Mayfield Oklahoma Senior | Quarterback

Mayfield, who owns 27 career wins as a starting QB, could turn out to be the second player given that the nineteen forties to end in the top 4 of the Heisman voting a few moments.

Soon after again-to-again top-4 Heisman finishes, can Baker Mayfield just take the trophy residence in 2017? Photo by Brett Deering/Getty Illustrations or photos

Sam Darnold USC Sophomore | Quarterback

Darnold capped his redshirt freshman 12 months with one of the all-time fantastic performances in the Rose Bowl and is the key motive USC is a legit nationwide title contender.

Derwin James Florida Point out Junior | Defensive Back again

Possibly the most multipurpose player in university soccer, anticipations for James are skyrocketing right after an offseason used rehabbing his knee and understanding just about each and every position on defense. Be expecting him to line up at his common basic safety spot, though also playing cornerback, linebacker and some defensive end.

Voters: Andrea Adelson, Kyle Bonagura, Heather Dinich, Brad Edwards, Chris Fallica, David Hale, Sam Khan Jr., Chris Small, Ivan Maisel, Ryan McGee, Dan Murphy, Adam Rittenberg, Alex Scarborough, Mark Schlabach, Mitch Sherman, Phil Steele, Jake Trotter, Tom vanHaaren and Seth Walder.

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Review: Walking a Tight Trope (Blackhaven Manor #9) by Arden Steele

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