#farewell jellie i love you queen

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Hi Chii for my request, I'd love a Trey x reader oneshot wherein it starts with mc talking to jade and trey somewhat feels jelly coz of how intimate they look(take note mc and trey are close) when they returned to the dorm they somewhat argued about it until trey suddenly confesses his feelings for her and she did the same and they start to kiss until they went to trey's bedroom and makeout(so yeah it turns out to be nsfw sorry riddle i rly love u with trey pero sakin muna sya haha) ily mamsh!

❞ 𝕿𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌 ❝

➻ content: a jealous clover...

➻ warnings: too spicy!

➻ comments: doing this oneshot in honor of your graduation! congratulations! i'm proud of you! for sure trey would be proud of you too, yes? ily too mamsh!

࿐. . . TREY CLOVER

“I really appreciate your help, y/n.”

Jade placed the drinks on the customer’s table before facing you with a smile. The Mostro Lounge is filled with customers lately and Octavinelle needed an extra hand. Especially when Azul had fallen ill and couldn't participate in any classes or the lounge for a few days.

How worried you have become when you heard Jade was starting to feel dizzy from overworking himself. You have pushed yourself to help out with the lounge which greatly affected its services.

"I'm glad I could lend a hand I'm used to helping Heartslabyul with their unbirthday parties. It's fair I also help you out," you smiled back and wrote down some more orders from the students.

"As gratitude, would you accept my offer if I treated you out?" he asked once both of you met on the counter. You looked at him in surprise, "You don't have to, Jade."

"I insist. No feelings attached. I simply want to thank you for helping me."

"Where do you plan on taking me then?" you responded, preparing to bring another drink on the tray.

"Since the holidays are nearing, probably somewhere outside of the school?"

You hummed and smiled over at the vice dorm leader, “Sure! Thanks, Jade. You didn’t really have to,” you chuckled and began serving the drinks to the other customers. 

In your eyes, Jade is simply nothing more than a friend. Someone you can rely on as he stays true to his words. It was all based on experience, actually. Projects, homework, experiments, with you being his friend we was willing to help, also you have learned how resourceful he was. Not like you’re using him to pass. Your relationship with Jade has eventually bloomed into being close friends.

You took too much of your time being around Jade to even notice a certain Heartslabyul’s student’s observant eye.

“I thought you need y/n’s help, Trey?” Cater asked as he walked along with his friend. “Well look there she is!” he pointed over, seeing you exit Octavinelle’s mirror. It’s no surprise that Jade accompanied you to the mirror chamber. At least, it is in Trey’s eyes, since he did notice how distant you have been around him lately.

Oh, no! He isn’t controlling! You have your own life, you can make your own decisions. He has no right to force you or even control who you should and shouldn’t see. Besides Riddle, you have been another special person to him. He loves you. 

And yet he couldn’t stop the feeling of his chest tightening as he looked at you and Jade laugh together. He adores your smile and laughter, but seeing another man make you laugh is making himself doubt his chances with you. Again, he’s not forcing you or controlling you. He just didn’t want to lose you. As a friend or not, you’re still dear to Clover. However, that doesn’t change the fact he’s having hopes for you to say yes. A man can see his own best friend more than a friend.

“Trey?” Cater called, “Let’s head back to the dorm!” Trey moved his eyes away from you and sent his fellow third-year a smile. “Let’s go.”

“Aren’t you going to bring y/n?”

How he wished he could walk over and head back along with you to Heartslabyul like you usually do. He’s too kind. Seeing you happy with Jade is something he didn’t want to take away. He’s starting to tolerate himself, something he would always advise the others not to do. Over thinking has always been a mortal’s enemy.

“She’s having a conversation with Jade. I wouldn’t want to disturb her.” Trey chuckled and pulled Cater’s arm towards Heartslabyul’s mirror. “Are you sure?” Cater asked. “I mean, she’s heading over here now.”

“It’s best not to disturb her Cater.” Trey walked inside the mirror after that. At this point, Cater has become both worried and suspicious. Was Trey mad? He couldn’t be mad, his eyes say something else. The third-year looked over at you from over his shoulder. It seems like you haven’t even noticed them. “y/n!” he yelled over, catching your attention immediately, “Oh! Hey Cate!” you called before giving your attention back to Jade, “I need to go now, Jade. Thank you for the offer of tutoring me on Wednesday!.”

Bidding farewells, Jade headed back to Octavinelle while you jogged over to the waiting third-year, “Did I make you wait long?”

“Not at all! But I do need help with Trey....”

“Why? What happene–where is Trey?” You were feeling worried. It was odd for try to not be waiting in the mirror chamber like he always does. Cater’s smile was lopsided rather than his usual grin. “You see, I feel like there’s something wrong. You’re closer to him than I am so maybe you could help him?”

“Trey, please stop lying to me. I know there’s something wrong.”

You didn’t want to pressure the male. You getting confused. What happened perhaps? After Cater told you about Trey, you quickly made your way inside the chamber and had to go around Heartslabyul to find the vice dorm leader. Even Riddle has not seen the whereabouts of Trey. That was until you saw him in the Rose Garden.

All he did was give you a look and a small smile before saying, “Were you looking for me?” 

Your conversation with him was beginning to sound tense. You asked if he was okay, why didn’t he wait for you, or why was he barely making any approaches lately. It was starting to get on your nerves and the fact Trey isn’t vocal with his emotions nor does he show it was angering you more. Sure, you may be going over the line by not respecting his space, but you were starting to doubt if Trey still even trusted you.

“y/n, please. This is starting to get out of hand.” There he goes again with him dodging your concerns. 

“Trey, why won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” You’re trying to keep your voice steady at this point. You wanted to yell at him to get inside his head. You also didn’t want to catch the other students’ attention, most especially Riddle.

“There’s nothing wrong. Just go back to your room. I have to finish something.”

He stormed inside Heartslabyul. Ah, nothing’s wrong so you avoid your friend’s concern. Great logic. “Why won’t you just talk to me properly?!” you called out and chased after the third-year. You do hope, in the name of the Queen of Hearts, that there are barely any students in the hallway both of you are in. 

Trey sighed and shook his head. Even he was starting to lose his composure. He was trying so damn hard not to lash out on you. He was starting to question himself, why couldn’t he just admit he was jealous of seeing another man having your attention?

That’s right, pride and fear.

“y/n, I’m tired.”

“And I’m tired of you not talking to me! Did I do something wrong?! Trey, I’m starting to doubt our relationship right now! You haven’t been talking to me properly every time I try to approach you!”

Again, silence. Both of you are fast walking towards Trey’s room already, you had to walk faster to catch up with hid long strides. You wanted to cry already, taking deep breaths before having to force yourself inside his room and slamming the door behind you. Trey groaned, removing both his glasses and hat as he laid them on his desk then raking a hand through his hair.

“You know we’re currently not okay. I don’t want this to escalate further and wreck our friendship—” he gulped. “–especially when we’re not on the same boat. y/n, I—”

“Just tell me, Trey. Just tell me if I did something wrong because I really feel like it was my fault!”

“You did nothing wrong. Stop blaming yourself.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?! I just wanted to kn—”

“It’s because I love you, okay? I care about you. I didn’t want to ruin your connections with Jade just because I’m feeling selfish. If you’re happy, then I understand. If I have to keep my distance then so be it.”

“Are you insane?!” you yelled, Trey's letting out a breath of surprise at your sudden outburst. "Trey, you were jealous, weren't you? You think I would leave you just because I've been around Jade a lot? How many times do I have you tell you to stop over thinking?!" You racked your hand through your hair and huffed.

The desperation in both your lips and his were knee-weakening. It wasn’t soft, nor rough. His lips held some spark, a deep emotion he was holding for a long time.  He wasn’t sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind tricked him into thinking this was all just a dream, but every breath he took would make his desire for your lips stronger.

“y/n...” Trey panted against your lips. His hands wandering through your hair and around your waist. Letting out your frustrations in this heated kiss. Your lips left his for a brief moment as you pushed him on the bed, sitting on his abdomen before connecting your lips once more. Hot. That’s what you’re feeling right now. Either from the fuel of your argument just minutes ago or the sudden disclosure of both your feelings, it was enough to bring out your desperation of wanting to kiss your best friend. 

"You know what, fuck it."

In this state, your emotions were taking over. Something that dominated your ability to think your decisions through. You had grabbed Trey’s shirt and pulled him closer to you. Making eye contact with him as he stared at you in disbelief. He was speechless. Your other hand made its way towards his nape before slamming your lips on his.

Rather, your boyfriend.

You expected it to escalate, and it did. With just a question to trigger it all, “Are you sure about this?” 

One by one your clothes began to leave your body. His tender yet firm touches lingering on your skin, your mingled breaths, and half lidded eyes. The want, need, to build that trust once more, to show the value of your relationship as it takes another step. It will all begin on his bed.

As you now laid on your back, his lips sucked on your bare neck, leaving the reddest marks he could make. Your panties being the last garment that has left your body. You were steaming, and you loved it. Trey was already heavily panting, he hasn't even slipped inside you yet.

"Damn it..." he husked against your neck, biting down on the skin under your jaw. Blinded moans slipped out your lips so wantonly, "Stop holding back," you whined. You wanted to feel him deep inside you already. Your pussy was dripping and begging to be penetrated. He loves you, doesn't he? Then making love would be something you would wish to do to fix whatever was unleashed in both your outlash.

Grunting, Trey nudged your legs open, you spreaded them out so willingly, as he moved his lips back on yours again. You gripped his hair tightly, the other under his armpit and across his shoulder. Slowly, you felt it. Your wetness helping him ease his cock deeper into your cunt. Your tight walls swallowing him greedily.

As you're stretched out, you moaned as your tongues romped against each other. Having to pull away to breathe, a string of saliva stretching in between your slobbery lips. You tilted your head back on the pillow once Trey began to rock his hips on yours.

The sounds of your pants along with the slapping of skin was aching your core, your sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.

"Ngh– Trey..m-more!" you cried out as your head dug on the pillows, your nails scratching on Trey's arms as he himself hissed and groaned above you. Your warm cunt was bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm the more he fucked you unto the mattress. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing his cock deeper into you once his hips drilled into you swiftly.

Your moans were increasing in volume the more you felt him penetrate your core. Slamming into your most sensitive spots that sent your back arching and your eyes watering. "More..m-more..!" you whined out. A loud moan left Trey's lips as your walls squeezed his dick. Having to bury his head on your neck to silence himself, the vibrations of his grunts rumbling on his chest. You had to silence yourseld. Your lips instinctively biting on Trey's shoulder before a muffled cry was heard.

"Ah–mngh–..Trey! Right there!" was your muffled cry as the tip of his penis hit that one spot. Tears were running down your eyes already as you hoarsely panted.

"I'm cumming..." Trey hissed through gritted teeth. "L-Let go..I'm pull– gah– pulling out!" His hand held on your knee that remained tightly locked around his waist.

"J-Just cum inside..." you panted. "I'm on....birth control–fuck Trey!" you gasped and arched your back. Your hands gripping on his back as you subconsciously squirted. Your cum drencing the bed and your thighs, your eyes shut tightly as you heaved. Trey kept going. Thrusting hardly into you, a hand gripping your thigh before slamming his hips once last time. You felt his warm semen shoot deep inside your walls, leaving you whining at feeling so full. Feeling how it dripped out your core and unto the sheets.

"Fuck...that's a lot..." He looked down and chuckled tiredly. He slowly pulled his softening cock out of your vagina, seeing a trails of cum leave you. On the other hand, you whined and rolled over to your belly, uncomfortably shifting your hips. "I feel so full," you whined.

Trey laid beside you with a grunt. "You told me to cum inside you," he snickered, moving your hair away from your sweaty face before kissing your nose. "I guess you're mine now. And I'm sorry for how I acted a while ago.."

"Promise me you won't over think again."

"I promise. Either way I got what I wanted now anyways." He smiled and pulled you closer. You hummed and gave a tired smile yourself, your eyes getting heavy as you tried to sit up. "Since I'm yours now–" you sat on your knees, "–bring me to the bathroom. I need to pee and clean up."

"Of course."

Unbeknownst to the both you, a certain dorm leader has accidentally entered the room while you two were having sex. Despite the embarrassment, Riddle was glad both of you didn't notice. He was red and quiet on the way back to his room.

Why did he enter? He was worried since Cater alerted him of your argument with Trey.

Let's just lock our doors next time, yes?

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Calamiversary: Flashbacks

Under the cut are a few unused flashbacks/dream sequences. I was actually really attached to some of these, and for a while I considered making an entire fic based on these two, but with Calamitous taking as long as it has my ambitions for that have fizzled out.

Anyways, I’m posting them in the order they appear in the google doc, but these are so old I can’t remember what was supposed to go where. 😂 Some of the scenes end midsentence, or have editing notes in them still, or don’t make sense because the surrounding scene never happened. Don’t think too hard about it. 😬

There’s about 3k words here, so. Hit that “keep reading” tag with caution!

Enjoy!

  Nightshade

He caught her looking, his expression amused and affronted at once.

“What are you documenting so studiously?”

“Nightshade,” she informed him coolly, and then angled the interface on him more obviously. “And something else, beautiful and strange.”

He loosed a breath, something caught between a laugh and a sigh, and tossed the stones back into the underbrush. “Are you playing with my feelings, Majesty?”

“Certainly not,” she breathed, admiring him in the viewscreen for another self-indulgent half-second before turning it on back on the flora. “I have a compendium to complete. I hardly have time for games.”

“Don’t tease me,” he murmured, folding his arms. “It isn’t easy being in love with a queen and a goddess.”

Her mouth twisted gently, swiping through the interface again and tapping more useless details into the entry. She muttered, “I’m not a goddess.”

He joined her in the grass, rocking back onto his elbow and tipping the interface back with one finger so she would meet his eyes, glimmering softly with the beginnings of a wry smile. “Who said I was talking about you?”

She smiled in earnest, letting the interface drop, forgotten, into her lap. “I wasn’t aware you were well acquainted with any other queens.”

He scoffed dismissively. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“I’m sure,” she allowed, reaching to pick grass out of his hair and smoothing the wind-tousled bangs it had tangled in afterwards. She was grateful for the levity���grateful to him, for supporting her even when it meant denying himself.

So grateful...

And she still hadn’t untangled her fingers from his hair, from the soft edge of his hairline and his temple, the smooth line of his brow. He had gone quiet, eyes half closing and diverting, while he let her. He watched her palm for another second, two, and then closed a hand, gently, but firmly, over her wrist.

She swallowed, her hand hanging idly between them and the spell broken. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not stopping you for my sake,” he frowned. “It’s agony not having you, but I’m stupid enough to take what I can get.”

She sighed. “I can have you reassigned. No one would question it—”

“No, we’ve been over this,” he growled, running a hand tersely through his hair. “As long as I wield the Sword, my place is with you. And I can handle it.” Then he hesitated, expression shuttering, and he amended, “Unless you’ve changed your mind, and no longer wish it.”

Her hands were in the grass, eyes fixed on them, and her heart was throbbing in her throat. She couldn’t quite swallow it down.

She whispered, “No.”

  A Meeting

“Link,” she breathed, startled, their eyes meeting for a charged half-second.

He bent his head curiously in a rigid sort of bow, as though he was leaning away from the discomfort of their meeting.

“My lady.”

She waited, paralyzed, for him to move, or speak, or even look her in the eye again. But then, the ball was in her court.

It was always in her court.

But she was unprepared, and unarmored, and teetering dangerously at the precipice of a vulnerability she could not afford. And so, exercising her royal privilege as unmagnanimously as she likely ever had, she fled.

He caught her elbow as she made to pass him, sending a warm jolt up her arm. A rebuke danced wildly on the tip of her tongue, and she might even have used it had there been another soul anywhere within earshot of them. But the hallway was abandoned, and they were alone. His eyes were still fixed on the place she had been, the practiced stoicism in them, the practiced numbness in them, simmering with the frustration that he was harboring beneath.

“I won’t have this conversation with you now,” she reprimanded him quietly. “Not here.”

His gaze slid back to hers, burning, threatening to buckle with impatience or something far more desperate, and she wanted to flinch away from its intensity and luxuriate in it at once.

“When, Zelda?”

She took a meaningful step away, freeing her arm, and coolly arched a slender brow even as her heart sputtered at the cavalier way he used her given name in public.

“When we’re somewhere less conspicuous.”

She expected him to submit, tucking his tail begrudgingly between his legs and allowing himself to be put off yet again, but his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t scold me like I’m some child,” he scoffed.

  The Wilds

The carriage jostled down the path, headed for the milky spires that had been bobbing in and out of view for the last few hours. Her visit to the new reservoir in Lanayru had been successful, and pleasant enough as these sorts of things went, but there had also been a lot of pomp and formality surrounding the whole affair that left her craving some solitude and a good night’s rest in her own bed.

Both of which would happily get her out from under the stormy gaze of her Knight Protector.

Shielded by the walls of her carriage, she let herself grimace and sink a little lower in her seat. They hadn’t had an opportunity to talk in several days, what, with all the preparation for the journey and the constant company of the delegation. And she may have been avoiding him. Just a little.

And he seemed to have begun to notice, if the way his gaze burned into her any time she was careless enough to graze it was any indication.

The carriage jostled again violently as they rode over another pothole. And this time, the whole thing lurched to a stop beneath her as the axle snapped. She sighed, readying a gentle smile as the footman swung the door open.

“Hit a spot of trouble?”

“I’m afraid so, my lady,” he grumbled, offering her his hand.

“Please tell me you can fix it,” she said, brow puckered, letting him help her out and onto the road and trying very hard not to groan. She was not looking forward to walking the rest of the way.

“I doubt it very much, ma’am. But we’re nearly there. You could continue on horseback.”

She willed herself expressionless. The only horses saddled for riding were those of her escorts, which meant—

“I’ll take her.”

She didn’t need to guess who had spoken, or turn to picture the smug look on his face. She plastered an insincere smile over her mouth as his horse’s hooves beat an easy amble behind her for the footman’s sake—it wouldn’t do for him to see her furious or crestfallen or abjectly miserable over something as routine as a ride back to the castle from the man who was largely responsible for such things.

“Very well,” she said demurely, unable to conjure a decent excuse, and turned.

And there he was, perched atop his chestnut mare with an expression arguably more schooled than her own. She took his hand, hiding the warm jolt that ran up her arm, and let him lift her over the pommel, bidding the rest of the entourage farewell as he urged his horse forward and over the ridge.

When they had cleared the crest of the hill and taken the bend for a fair distance, he slowed them to a walk, letting the reins go slack and dipping his head to inhale the warm safflina in her hair.

“Link,” she mumbled, shrugging him off half-heartedly, but he wasn’t so easily deterred.

“We’re in the middle of the Wilds. No one is going to see. Just let me have this.”

Maybe it was the reasonableness of his argument, or maybe it was the note of heartache in his voice, so imperceptible only she would have ever noticed, but either way she let herself be coerced. They rode in silence a while, and she finally relaxed when he didn’t press her for more than that, letting herself lean a little into his chest. His hands rested idly on her waist, fingers curled loosely in the reins.

He said, “I missed you.”

She could feel his eyes looking cautiously for hers, but she pretended not to notice.

“You were with me every day.”

“No. I stared at the back of your head every day. That hardly qualifies.”

“I was busy.”

“You were avoiding me.”

She met his eyes then, ready to object, and quickly remembered why she had made every attempt not to. They looked right through her, melting her defenses and reducing her will to jelly. She sighed.

“I was avoiding you,” she agreed, settling against his chest again resignedly.

“I didn’t blame you,” he murmured, warm breath and lips moving softly against the lobe of her perfectly tapered ear, and her heart throbbed treacherously. “I knew why. It was just frustrating, not being able to talk to you about it."

Her eyes fell shut, stinging with remorse. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Don’t do that. It was as much mine as it was yours.”

“I don’t regret it,” he said, quiet adamance coloring his voice, “not for a moment. Even if it means consequences for me.”

In spite of herself she smiled, warmed to the bone by his sweet assurance. “Even if you’re stripped of rank? Even if you’re whipped?”

“They can’t whip the memory of you out of me,” and then he leaned closer, his warm breath feathering her ear again, “Zelda.”

Not Princess, or My Lady, or Highness, or the plethora of other titles he was obligated to use in the presence of others. Merely Zelda. Because out in the Wilds of Hyrule they were alone, and a stolen kiss didn’t seem such a terrible secret. Even if it was forbidden. Even if she had made it abundantly clear to him that it could never happen again, no matter how sweet and perfect and wonderful it had been.

She sank back into him, letting the steady beat of their gait and of his heart lull her into a rare peace.

  Realization

When I woke there was moss against my cheek, the cool dew of early morning clinging to my lips and eyelashes. The vision from the night before danced in breaths and lights as I blinked myself lucid, like the ghosts of a dozen sunset fireflies. I wanted to chase them, down, down into a dream, into an illusion, and wrap myself in it like a blanket. And then, like a wish fulfilled, soft lips alighted on mine, encouraging me awake.

“Good morning,” he murmured, pulling me closer by the hand splayed over the small of my back, and that didn’t strike me as odd in the slightest.

I snagged fingers in the collar of his shirt and buried my face in his neck, breathing him in as I grudgingly left the dream behind, as I spiraled towards his warmth. He smelled like the forest, and nights spent in the wilds, and it was so good it made my eyes tremble shut.

“It can’t be morning,” I whispered, sighing, and he pulled me into his lap, humming in agreement, and pressed his lips to my pulse point.

The wind rippled across the plains, across the wilds, tangling in my hair and twisting it sideways, and neither of us paid any mind. It was too rare that we found ourselves like this, lost in each other and lingering in that quiet stretch of peace between sleep and waking to the world.

“I need to get you back,” he said, but even as he did wrapped his arms around my waist in silent, subconscious objection. “You’ll be missed.”

“Then let me be missed.”

His lips on my neck angled higher, gently coaxing me down, and just as they obligingly found that delicate spot behind my ear, he whispered apologetically, “We can’t.”

I resisted the urge to scowl, resting my forehead on his. He was right, of course. But that didn’t mean I had to like it. My eyes eased open in time to watch the sunrise over his shoulder.

Another dawn. I knew there couldn’t be many left before the Calamity finally stirred from its long slumber, restless, feverish, hungry and ready to devour the world…

And then I realized how little of this made any sense—how incredibly blue his eyes were, how the voice I had been using wasn’t even mine—and the jarring disconnect between who I was and where I was broke the illusion apart.

  The Blade of Evil’s Bane

She opened her eyes as she felt a weight being lifted off her back.

And then she watched as Revali drove the Master Sword through Link’s middle to the hilt. (chapter break, then she freaks out, catches him, and his eyes start to roll back)

“Don’t you die on me,” she shouted through furious tears, pressing her fingers to his forehead. “Don’t you die!”

And then light filled her from the inside out as she bridged their minds, glaring across the world like a sun rising from within.

He sat across from her at her writing desk, still blurry from the haze of her tears, but she could hear the sardonic smile on his voice.

“Is that an order, Princess?”

She wanted to berate him, wanted to scream and fight tooth and nail against his apathy, but she couldn’t find her voice—not without loosing everything else that was threatening to spill out. She stood and crossed the room to nowhere, trying to shield herself from his ridicule. He sighed, following slowly.

He turned her around gingerly and took her face in his hands, studying her carefully while he thumbed her tears away.

“Why do you cry over me?” he murmured. “By rights I should have been dead thousands of years ago—even if I had defeated Ganon. This era will go on without me. I’m nothing.”

She took a sharp, stinging breath, and whispered, “Not to me.”

His lip quirked up in spite of himself, a familiar, roguish half-smile alighting on his face that made her heart stammer. “Never cry over your soldiers, Princess,” he scolded her gently. “They’re only too happy to die to protect you.”

“Don’t give up,” she warbled, a fresh rush of tears spilling out of her eyes, down her cheeks, over his thumbs still cupping her face. “Please don’t. Not like this.”

“Hyrule will go on. So will you.”

“I heard what you said to Urbosa,” she accused him, reaching for something, anything, that would make him hold on for just a moment longer. “You were wrong. I’m not confused. Not anymore.”

That gave him pause. His eyes searched her, gradually shedding the armor that they had always worn, piece by heavy piece, revealing the tired, consuming sadness beneath.

“Don’t cry over me, Princess,” he murmured, drifting closer. The bridge of his nose brushed softly against hers as he angled her face higher, poised to lance through her walls even as his own crumbled. “It pains me more than you know.”

He took her lips in his own, deepening the kiss obediently when she parted for him, and a sound lifted out of her. She wanted to lose herself in him, dive headlong into sating oblivion and never surface. But she found the will to pull away.

“Then don’t do this,” she urged, breathless, against his mouth.

He lingered, warm breath ghosting heavy on her lips. His voice was quiet, husky, desire tempered by regret. “Overcoming the Blade of Evil’s Bane is not so easily done.”

“I can save you,” she whispered, stepping closer, stripping away the needless space between them. “Never doubt that.”

“I have never doubted you,” he said, so tenderly her heart squeezed. “I’ve always known you were capable of so much more than you ever dreamed. But this—”

“I won’t let you go. I’ll order you back from the grave if I have to.”

He sighed at that, a defeated, hollow sound, and her lips parted gently in surprise. “I’m just so tired.”

And then he gasped, like a drowning man drawing breath after so many minutes, and the dream bled out into light.

She blinked away sunbursts and the blindness that followed, stumbling haphazardly back to reality. Link was in her arms; the hole through his stomach was gone.

 Ruins

The sunlight dimmed into night, luminous stone embedded in the sculptures lighting the darkness like softened stars. The ruins grew into an atrium, looming over the gathered order of monks and their commander. Her knight stood as far away as he dared, near the entrance, should there be a disturbance. It was nearly as far away as he had had the will to station himself in weeks.

“The final sensor towers have been erected, and Naboris is nearly ready to be deployed,” a monk was saying, the tattoos under his eyes catching starlight as he spoke. “Her pilot is in the final phases of training.”

The proclamation didn’t garner the reaction anyone was hoping for; the Queen merely nodded, lips pursed. Another monk shifted, as though weighing the wisdom of disturbing the silence that had settled uncomfortably over the assembly, before he decided to be bold.

“I had an idea for another Beast. Nothing so large or so complicated as the others. Something for Hylia’s Chosen—”

“No,” the Queen murmured. “There isn’t time.”

His teeth met with a click. He sent a sidelong glance to her knight, standing with his back against one of the pillars flanking the entrance, but he shook his head in subtle warning, and that put pain to it. He seemed less and less inclined to voice dissent recently, and everyone suspected they knew why.

“Then we’ll redouble our efforts with the Divine Beasts we have,” he offered instead, wearing a reassuring smile. “We won’t fail you, Your Highness.”

She nodded again, smiling tightly. They were dismissed, and her knight drifted closer, moving towards her as the others filed away. She was still sitting on the ground; he offered her his hand, and she met his eyes. She took it, lifting to her feet, and didn’t let go, squeezing softly.

She whispered, eyes depthless in their uncertainty, “But will we fail them?”

[makerof150papermasks]

Hamlet Mariofied: Act 1 Scene 2

Bolded names refer to the Mario characters playing the roles. The character role names remain unchanged in the context of the play and its dialogue.

Mario = Hamlet

Luigi = Horatio

Yoshi = Marcellus

Captain Toad = Bernardo

Bowser = Claudius

Peach = Gertrude

Kamek = Kamek

Larry = Laertes

Wendy = Ophelia

King Boo = Voltimand 

Petey Piranha = Cornelius

Act 1, Scene 2

Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle.

[Enter Bowser, Peach, Mario, Kamek, Larry and his sister Wendy, King Boo, and Petey Piranha] Cue Castle/Fortress music for Super Mario World.

Bowser. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

The memory be green, and that it us befitted

To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom

To be contracted in one brow of woe,

Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature

 That we with wisest sorrow think on him

Together with remembrance of ourselves.

Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,

Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state,

Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,

 With an auspicious, and a dropping eye,

With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,

In equal scale weighing delight and dole,

Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd

Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

 With this affair along. For all, our thanks.

Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,

Holding a weak supposal of our worth,

Or thinking by our late dear brother's death

Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

 Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,

He hath not fail'd to pester us with message

Importing the surrender of those lands

Lost by his father, with all bands of law,

To our most valiant brother. So much for him.

 Now for ourself and for this time of meeting.

Thus much the business is: we have here writ

To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,

Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears

Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress

 His further gait herein, in that the levies,

The lists, and full proportions are all made

Out of his subject; and we here dispatch

You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,

For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,

  Giving to you no further personal power

To business with the King, more than the scope

Of these dilated articles allow. [Gives a paper.]

Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

Petey Piranha. [with King Boo] In that, and all things, will we show our duty.

 Bowser. We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell.

[Exeunt King Boo and Petey Piranha.]

And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?

You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes?

You cannot speak of reason to the Dane

 And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Laertes,

That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

The head is not more native to the heart,

The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.

 What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

Larry. My dread lord,

Your leave and favour to return to France;

From whence though willingly I came to Denmark

To show my duty in your coronation,

 Yet now I must confess, that duty done,

My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France

And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

Bowser. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?

Kamek. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave

 By laboursome petition, and at last

Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent.

I do beseech you give him leave to go.

Bowser. Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine,

And thy best graces spend it at thy will!

 But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son-

Mario. [aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind!

Bowser. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Mario. Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun.

Peach. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,

 And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

Do not for ever with thy vailed lids

Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die,

Passing through nature to eternity.

 Mario. Ay, madam, it is common.

Peach. If it be,

Why seems it so particular with thee?

Mario. Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.'

'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

 Nor customary suits of solemn black,

Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

Nor the dejected havior of the visage,

Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,

 'That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,

For they are actions that a man might play;

But I have that within which passeth show-

These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Bowser. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,

 To give these mourning duties to your father;

But you must know, your father lost a father;

That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound

In filial obligation for some term

To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever

 In obstinate condolement is a course

Of impious stubbornness. 'Tis unmanly grief;

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,

A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,

An understanding simple and unschool'd;

 For what we know must be, and is as common

As any the most vulgar thing to sense,

Why should we in our peevish opposition

Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,

A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,

 To reason most absurd, whose common theme

Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,

From the first corse till he that died to-day,

'This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth

This unprevailing woe, and think of us

 As of a father; for let the world take note

You are the most immediate to our throne,

And with no less nobility of love

Than that which dearest father bears his son

Do I impart toward you. For your intent

 In going back to school in Wittenberg,

It is most retrograde to our desire;

And we beseech you, bend you to remain

Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,

Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

 Peach. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.

I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

Mario. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

Bowser. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply.

Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come.

 This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet

Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,

No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day

But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,

And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again,

 Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away.

Flourish. Exeunt all but Mario. Prompt Underground Music from Super Mario Land 2: Six Golden Coins

Mario. O that this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Fie on't! ah, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden

That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature

 Possess it merely. That it should come to this!

But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two.

So excellent a king, that was to this

Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!

Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on; and yet, within a month-

Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman!-

 A little month, or ere those shoes were old

With which she followed my poor father's body

Like Niobe, all tears- why she, even she

(O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason

Would have mourn'd longer) married with my uncle;

  My father's brother, but no more like my father

Than I to Hercules. Within a month,

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

She married. O, most wicked speed, to post

 With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

It is not, nor it cannot come to good.

But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue!

Enter Luigi, Yoshi, and Captain Toad. Cue Overworld Music from Super Mario Bros 2

Luigi. Hail to your lordship!

 Mario. I am glad to see you well.

Horatio!- or I do forget myself.

Luigi. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

Mario. Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you.

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?

 Marcellus?

Yoshi. My good lord!

Mario. I am very glad to see you.- [To Toad] Good even, sir.-

But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

Luigi. A truant disposition, good my lord. 

Mario. I would not hear your enemy say so,

Nor shall you do my ear that violence

To make it truster of your own report

Against yourself. I know you are no truant.

But what is your affair in Elsinore?

We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

Luigi. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

Mario. I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.

I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

Luigi. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.

 Mario. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!

My father- methinks I see my father.

Luigi. O, where, my lord?

Mario. In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Luigi. I saw him once. He was a goodly king.

Mario. He was a man, take him for all in all.

I shall not look upon his like again.

 Luigi. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

Mario. Saw? who?

Luigi. My lord, the King your father.

Mario. The King my father?

Luigi. Season your admiration for a while

 With an attent ear, till I may deliver

Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

This marvel to you.

Mario. For God's love let me hear!

Luigi. Two nights together had these gentlemen

(Marcellus and Bernardo) on their watch

In the dead vast and middle of the night

Been thus encount'red. A figure like your father,

Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,

Appears before them and with solemn march

 Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he walk'd

By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,

Within his truncheon's length; whilst they distill'd

Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me

 In dreadful secrecy impart they did,

And I with them the third night kept the watch;

Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,

Form of the thing, each word made true and good,

The apparition comes. I knew your father.

 These hands are not more like.

Mario. But where was this?

Yoshi. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

Mario. Did you not speak to it?

Luigi. My lord, I did;

 But answer made it none. Yet once methought

It lifted up it head and did address

Itself to motion, like as it would speak;

But even then the morning cock crew loud,

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away

 And vanish'd from our sight.

Mario. 'Tis very strange.

Luigi. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;

And we did think it writ down in our duty

To let you know of it.

 Mario. Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.

Hold you the watch to-night?

Yoshi. [with Toad] We do, my lord.

Mario. Arm'd, say you?

Yoshi. [with Captain Toad] Arm'd, my lord.

Mario. From top to toe?

Yoshi. [with Toad] My lord, from head to foot.

Mario. Then saw you not his face?

Luigi. O, yes, my lord! He wore his beaver up.

Mario. What, look'd he frowningly.

 Luigi. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

Mario. Pale or red?

Luigi. Nay, very pale.

Mario. And fix'd his eyes upon you?

Luigi. Most constantly.

 Mario. I would I had been there.

Luigi. It would have much amaz'd you.

Mario. Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?

Luigi. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

Yoshi. [with Captain Toad] Longer, longer.

 Luigi. Not when I saw't.

Mario. His beard was grizzled- no?

Luigi. It was, as I have seen it in his life,

A sable silver'd.

Mario. I will watch to-night.

 Perchance 'twill walk again.

Luigi. I warr'nt it will.

Mario. If it assume my noble father's person,

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape

And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,

 If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,

Let it be tenable in your silence still;

And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,

Give it an understanding but no tongue.

I will requite your loves. So, fare you well.

 Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,

I'll visit you.

All. Our duty to your honour.

Mario. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.

[Exeunt all but Mario.]

 My father's spirit- in arms? All is not well.

I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!

Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,

Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Exit.

[superior-in-every-way]

Maybe you could write a date of theirs, a trip they’ve had... or even about Dedyet meeting the parents of one of Cleo’s friends

OOC:

If you want a story specifically about Dedyet or Nefera, feel free to send in an ask on the other blogs. As this is a blog for Ramses only, I won’t post stories that don’t have him as one of the main characters on here.

Anyway. Here’s your sex-free date night story 😉:

Ramses looked at the night sky, a hand on his silk tie. Impatiently, the former pharaoh turned to the bathroom. He looked at his Rolex. It was 8 pm which meant that they would be more than 30 minutes late for their reservation…

Finally, the bathroom door opened. A grinning Dedyet walked outside of it, Cleo and Nefera right next to her, wearing a beautiful red night gown along with stunning makeup and a pinned-up hairstyle.

Ramses was completely taken aback. Never had he seen his wife this dolled up. Sure, as Queen of Egypt she had always paid attention to her appearance and had dressed up whenever it had been necessary, but a nice-looking white linen dress was quite honestly no competition to a sparkling red night gown.

“And?” Dedyet asked nervously. “Do you like it?”

Ramses regained his composure. “Of course,” he told her honestly.

Dedyet looked down on herself, blushing, obviously unsure. “I don’t know… It’s so… conspicuous.”

“Mother, you’re a de Nile!” Nefera said. “It’s your job to be conspicuous.”

“Oh… It’s just…” Deyet sighed. “I don’t like the color so much. Red stands for life and victory, but also for fire, anger, hostility and chaos! Maybe it will…provoke the gods…”

Nefera rolled her eyes. “Mother, we spent hours choosing a dress and fitting makeup! Nobody cares what red meant in Ancient Egypt. In this world, it stands for absolute confidence and fashionability! I’m more of a blue type myself, but red is absolutely trendy this year.”

Dedyet bit her lip. She knew how long her daughters had needed to come up with this outfit. The least thing she wanted to do now was to be ungrateful. So, the queen put on a smile. “Thank you, girls.”

Cleo smiled sadly. “No, you’re right,” she said to her mother. “We should have asked you instead of choosing basically everything over your head. If you don’t like this dress, I’m sure there are others to-”

“Father’s tie matches her dress!” Nefera interrupted in anger. “Is he supposed to change too now or what?!”

“No! We can find another dress in a similar color that matches red as well!” Cleo answered angrily.

“Ugh! Just admit you have no organizational talent!” Nefera snapped back.

“Seriously, Nefera?! You have no-”

“Quiet!” Ramses yelled.

The girls looked at him with wide eyes.

“She started!” Cleo said, pointing at her sister.

“Daddy, Cleo is absolutely unprofessional!” Nefera whined.

“Are you girls sure you’re getting along alone?” Dedyet asked, a sad smile on her face.

“Sure. If Cleo won’t annoy me again.”

“Pff! It’s you who threw a party withou-”

“Argh, that’s it!” Ramses yelled. “We’re leaving! You better finish your preparations for both school and modelling for next week while we are gone!”

With these words, he grabbed his wife’s hand and left the hallway with her. The only farewell the ghouls got before the door fell shut was a worried smile by their mother.

Next, Dedyet found herself in one of the de Nile’s limousines, sitting next to her husband.

“Are you at least a bit comfortable in that dress?” Ramses asked gently. “It really does look stunning on you.”

She answered with a smile. “The dress in fine, it’s just the shoes that hurt.”

Ramses looked down to see that she was wearing high heels. “You know, you don’t have to wear such shoes for me…”

“I know, but the ghouls thought they were the most fitting to the earrings and… I didn’t want to say no to them.”

Ramses sighed. His wife had returned two months ago and it was their first date since thousands of years. He wanted this to be perfect. Perfect!

As they arrived at the restaurant - the most exclusive one in the entire country - the de Niles were angrily brought to their table by a grumpy gargoyle. They were one hour late.

Dedyet read through her menu as well as she could. Reading and writing English was especially difficult for her, a lot more than speaking and understanding it. The queen knew about food in the new era, but she had problems imagining 90% of what was in the menu. What was Éclair and wasn’t Tourte a green animal in a shell?

She sent her husband a helpless glance.

“Have you decided yet?” He asked.

Dedyet shook her head.

“I am unsure if I should choose a Whisper of Braised Calf’s Liver resting on Pan-fried Courgette or an Essence of Jellied Octopus on a bed of Buttered Purple Sproating Broccoli,” Ramses told her.

Dedyet’s eyes widened. “W-what?”

Ramses said louder, “I am unsure if I should choose a Whisper of-”

“I heard it, hun, I heard it!”

Ramses raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the menu another time. “Then again… A Palette of-”

“Honey, please,” Dedyet whined.

Ramses looked at her in surprise. He needed a few seconds of thinking before seeing the problem. But once he had an idea, what was wrong seemed obvious. “You’re right, my dear, a Whisper of Braised Calf’s Liver resting on Pan-Fried Courgette does seem nicer than an Essence of Jellied Octopus on a bed of Buttered Purple Sproating Broccoli.”

Dedyet rolled her eyes.

The waiter approached. “I would like a Whisper of Braised Calf’s Liver resting on Pan-Fried Courgette,” Ramses told him.

“What do you want to drink, Sir?”

“Naturally, a Domaine de la Romanee-Conti seems the most fitting for today.”

“And for the lady?”

Dedyet’s eyes widened. “Uh… I’ll take what he has.”

The waiter nodded, leaving the table.

“A superior choice,” Ramses complimented her.

“Actually… I don’t even know what this is,” she admitted, pouting.

“Domaine de la Romanee-Conti? It’s one of my favorite wines.”

“Oh!”

“I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Dedyet smiled weakly.

The next fail she experienced was an hour later when the waiter brought them their food.

“This is not what we ordered!” Ramses snapped as he saw what was placed on their table.

The waiter’s eyes widened.

“The Whisper of Braised Calf’s Liver was supposed to be resting on the Pan-fried Courgette! This one is not resting on it! Instead, it is layered with the Courgette! Layered!”

“My biggest apologies, Sir, but this is how the chef always arranges it.”

“I demand two new portions for both of us! Prepared correctly, this time!”

“I am sorry to disappoint you, Sir, but there is no Calf’s Liver left for today’s night. We are closing in two hours.”

“This is unacceptable!” Rames cursed as he stood up in anger. “Come on, Dedyet! We are leaving this inferior restaurant!”

The rest happened fast. Dedyet found herself sitting in the limousine within minutes.

Ramses placed a hand on her thigh as their driver drove them back home. “I am truly sorry the personnel was so unfriendly and unprepared, my dear. I had expected more of them.”

She looked at him, a sad smile on her face. “It’s okay, honey. I say next time we do something at home. As a family.”

His eyes widened. “No more dates?”

“Only if you don’t get angry like that.”

“I had to get angry! These commoners treated us as if we were second-class citizens!”

Dedyet kissed her husband. Not only to shut him up, but also because they had not kissed a single time on their oh so romantic date.

The driver arrived home in less than twenty minutes. As Dedyet sat on the couch watching TV, barefoot and in a comfy pyjama, her sleeping girls beside her, she knew she felt the happiest.

[anneedmonds]

Life Update: I Am Not A Rope

Angelica, aged three and eight months, has taken to telling us all precisely what she is not. We’ve had this before, when she first learnt her name – or a shortened version of her name; “I not hungry, Daddy, I La-La!” “I not cute, Granny, I La-La!” “I not testing your patience today Mummy, I am La-La.” But this is a different game, a year or so on, and I suppose it stems from her trying to constantly put her growing vocabulary into practice. It involves her drawing a comparison between herself and a (mostly inanimate) object and then rejecting the comparison and it usually happens when Ted is doing something vaguely annoying/violent to her.

For example, when Ted (two years and one month old) was trying to climb onto the same chair and using her as a pull-up support, she shouted “No Ted! Stop using me to steady yourself, I’m not a rope! I’m not a rope, Teddy!”

When he tried to put all of his dinosaurs into her nightie, “Stop, Ted – I’m not a pocket!”

“Ted, Ted, stop it, I’m not a slide!” “I’m not a mat Ted, stop treading on me!” “I’m not a cake Ted, don’t munch on me!”

Ooh, I feel a new book idea coming on. Instead of That’s Not My…. it could be I’m Not Your [insert name of object]. I’m Not Your Bed, Ted (Don’t Lie On Me).

Anyway, the reason I’m telling you this anecdote, which is no doubt brain-shreddingly boring, because most anecdotes about other people’s children are brain-shreddingly boring, is that I feel as though I suddenly have an actual small person living in the house rather than a baby. I’m sure I’ve said that before – probably at the aforementioned “I La-La” stage, but recently it’s really hit home. She’s a fully-functioning little human with complex mind-games going on, able to reduce my brain to a twitching mass of useless jelly in the space of around eight minutes. I can have all of my wits about me one second, taking part in an important international conference call with one ear and using the other ear to decipher strange, toddler-on-the-loose sounds from the neighbouring room; but if I’m subjected to more than a few minutes of Small Child Interrogation then I just completely lose the plot.

“Mummy can I play a game, can I play a game on your phone?”

“No, not now, I need my phone and you’ve already played one game today. Go and set up the dolly hotel and I’ll be in in a minute.”

“Oh please, Mummy. Please! Only one game for ONE MINUTE, I’ll be quick. Please Mummy! Please! Oh what? This is not the plan, Mummy. I don’t agree with this plan and I don’t like this plan…”

Ominous pause.

“You said yesterday that tomorrow I could have a game and now it’s tomorrow. Mummy please! PLEASE!”

Change of direction to take me off guard…

“Mummy where does fleece come from? Where does tables come from? Can I have a game? Can I have a cake?” “Mummy where does rice come from?” Repeat for seven or eight intense minutes at which point my head explodes and splatters the walls with bone fragments and gelatinous bits of stringy brain. (If that’s even a thing, I have no idea how brain matter behaves when exploded. I’d Google it but I don’t want to disappear down that particular wormhole.)

If Angelica has turned into the world’s most fist-bitingly persistent negotiator then Ted, since the last update, has morphed into a WWE wrestler complete with energetic roar and superhuman levels of strength. My gentle little toddler has started to launch himself from any and every surface he can climb up on, battlecrying as he hurls himself from the footstool, whooping as he attempts to mount the cat via a split-legged jump from the kitchen chair. It’s as though he turned two and someone flicked a switch.

Thank God the cuddles are still there. And kisses, too, although there’s so much slime that goes with a Ted kiss it’s hard not to flinch. It’s like being gunged. But so impromptu and so unprompted, who could refuse a gunging? Angelica now has to be virtually bribed in order to part with a kiss and cuddle so I’m taking all of the unconditional love whilst I can still get it.

Oh, and I was horrified the other day to hear Angelica say the F word. Not THE F word, but the one that rhymes with Cart. I’m not by any means a prudish woman, but for some reason it has been drilled into me that F-rt (rhymes with cart) is a terrible, gross word. I think it was my Dad who started this and I actually rarely heard my brother or sister say it when we were little. I’m not sure they use the word now, even  – I’m trying to remember what we used to refer to them as and I have a sneaking suspicion that it was “blow offs”. In adult life I greatly amuse myself by calling them trumps or guffs (obviously I don’t do them, because I’m like the Queen, I’m talking about when I refer to other people’s) and I had come up with an entirely new phrase for Angelica that I was pretty proud of:

Bottom Burps.

There’s something very Roald Dahl about bottom burp, isn’t there? It sounds nicer and more naive than any other word or phrase that describes the act of breaking wind and I was really happy with it. (You can use it, thank me later.) But it turns out that I was the naive one; how could I have thought that she would go to pre-school and not hear the f-cart word? It’s not as though it’s a swear word – people say it to their kids all the time.

Oh well. This is a small taste of things to come, I suppose – but it’s a terrible shock, the first moment you realise that your child is being influenced by the outside world and you have no control over it. Crikey. It makes me want to set up a home school and pull down all of the blinds. Except that I have no blinds and if I had to home school my kids I would end up sticking skewers through my ear holes by eleven o’ clock on the first day… You’d have to have the bloody patience of a saint! Imagine! I can barely survive a sticker session unless I’m able to secretly rearrange them afterwards – and colouring in when the crayon marks don’t sit properly within the lines makes me all kinds of itchy.

Also, the fact that I haven’t even thought past “stickers” and “colouring in” speaks volumes for how inadequate I would be as a teacher. Fun fact: I was about to do my interview to start a PGCE to be a primary school teacher when I decided, instead, to do a Masters in English and Creative Writing. Which was what kick-started this blog (I wanted to have somewhere to practice writing, but also loved talking about beauty) which is why I now sit here before you, spouting utter nonsense.

I also sit before you with the sort of honking cough that sounds like a sea lion being repeatedly squashed under a giant’s shoe, an old fashioned car horn, a comedy sound effect. It’s so utterly boring, this cough – it wakes me up at weird hours and has me spitting things into my water glass like a dying cowboy. It’s actually the reason I now have to go, because I’m writing this late at night and I don’t want to wake everyone up.

I had loads more to say about various life things, but it’s all a bit dismal because winter in the sticks is dismal and I don’t want to bring you all down. So I’ll save that for another post and bid you farewell until the next time I put pen to paper. Or clackety gel nails to keyboard.

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Benny Carter

Liked Songs: 286/292 (.976)

1000-Song Set Influence: 9.624 (2)

1000-Song Set Charting Songs: 48

Sampler Playlist:

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Complete List of Liked Songs (by ranking, set ranking in parentheses):

A Walkin' Thing (3)

Body And Soul (8)

Doozy (15)

I Can't Get Started (27)

Honeysuckle Rose (28)

Now's The Time (41)

Blue Star (42)

Cotton Tail (43)

Ol' Man River (44)

Stompin' At The Savoy (46)

How High The Moon (47)

Something For October (72)

Old Fashioned Love (73)

What Is This Thing Called Love? (79)

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: August Moon (77)

Swingin' In November (79)

Perdido (80)

June Is Busting Out All Over (94)

Fantastic, That's You (95)

Blue Lou (96)

Funky Blues (97)

Back Bay Boogie (99)

Titmouse (100)

Melodrama In A V-Disc Record Room (105)

The Shadow Of Your Smile (107)

Secret Love (108)

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Sugar Hill Slow Drag (109)

Prelude To A Kiss (110)

Who's Sorry Now (114)

August Moon (115)

Will You Still Be Mine (116)

When Lights Are Low (117)

The Romp (118)

Striding (120)

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Happy Feet (121)

Not So Blue (122)

Rock Bottom (123)

If Dreams Come True (129)

I'm Beginning To See The Light (130)

Come On Back (133)

Elegy In Blue (134)

On Green Dolphin Street (135)

Polite Blues (136)

That Midnight Sun Will Never Set (139)

You, Only You (140)

'S Wonderful (141)

Frenesi (142)

Caravan (143)

Bop Bounce

Crazy Rhythm

Prohibido

My Romance

My Blue Heaven

Nuages

The Moon Is Low

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: Teatime

Long Ago

All Or Nothing At All

Good Queen Bess

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Happy Feet – Reprise

We Were In Love

Wailing

That Old Black Magic

Sweet Georgia Brown

Undecided

Vine Street Rumble

Jump Call

Stockholm Sweetnin'

Key Largo

Lady Be Good

The Early Boyd

Twelve O'Clock Jump

Untitled Jump

Just Friends

Summer Serenade

One Morning In May

I'm In The Mood For Swing

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: Chow Chow

Angel Eyes

Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives To Me

But Beautiful

Blue Monk

Moon Of Manakoora

One O'Clock Jump

I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good

March Wind

Sao Paulo

Rock Me To Sleep

Gone With The Wind

Evening Star

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Sunday Morning

South Side Samba

How Can You Lose?

I Surrender Dear

'Round Midnight

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: Song Of Long Ago

My One And Only Love

Moonglow

I Still Love Him So

Hop, Skip And Jump

Little Girl Blue

Just In Time

Just You, Just Me

Just One Of Those Things

Didn't We

Far Away Places

Easy Money

Ain't She Sweet

The Marriage Blues

Some Other Spring

September Song

Bugle Call Rag

Sweet Lorraine

Time For The Blues

Beautiful Love

Cherry

Deep Purple

Friendly Islands

All The Things You Are

And The Angels Sing

Little Jazz

I Don't Stand A Ghost Of A Chance With You

Thou Swell

For All We Know

Moon Song

Misty

Mighty Like The Blues

The Song Is You

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: Samurai Song

This Can't Be Love

Cadillac Slim

Close Your Eyes

Blue Moonlight

Another Time, Another Place

I'm Coming Virginia

Jeepers Creepers

June In January

Laura

Isn't It Romantic

I Missed My Hat

Hackensack

Ennui

Harlem Wednesday

Prisoner Of Love

Street Scene

Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered

Almost Like Being In Love

With A Song In My Heart

Re-Bop Boogie

Roses In December

Rose Room

Farewell Blues

What'll Be

You Took Advantage Of Me

These Things You Left Me

The Birth Of The Blues

Can't We Be Friends?

Cocktails For Two

Rosetta

People, People, People

Poinciana

Royal Garden Blues

Stomp In F

A Monday Date

All Alone

Alone Together

I've Found A New Baby

Medley: I Remember You

Stardust

Nightfall

Pick Yourself Up

Gin And Jive

Give Me Something To Remember You By

Our Love Is Here To Stay

Sirius Samba

Just Imagine

Imagination

Accent On Swing

When Day Is Done

We'll Be Together Again

When Your Lover Has Gone

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Lament For Langston

Bye Bye Blues

Blue Light Blues

Did You Call Her Today?

Blues Walk

Chilpanicingo

Summertime

Synthetic Love

All Of Me

If I Loved You

I Can't Escape From You

Blue Interlude

A Foggy Day

Stairway To The Stars

Mexican Hat Dance

Afraid Of You

Unforgettable

Your Conscience Tells You So

Waltzin' The Blues

Idaho

I'll Never Smile Again

I Should Care

I Understand

Fish Fry

Flamingo

Don't You Think

This Love Of Mine

The Courtship

There'll Be Some Changes Made

N'Embrassez Pas Ma Femme

Original Jelly Roll Blues

My Funny Valentine

Someone To Watch Over Me

Sleigh Ride In July

Ruby

Slow Freight

A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody

Adventures Of An *

An Old Love Story

Autumn Leaves

Symphony

I Get A Kick Out Of You

I Don't Know

Mary Lou

Jubilee Jump

Janel

In A Little Spanish Town

I've Got The World On A String

I'll Remember April

I'll Be Around

You'll Never Break My Heart Again

You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To

Memories Of You

Malibu

A Kiss From You

Baby You're Mine For Keeps

The One I Love

Tenderly

Swingin' At Maida Vale

Theme Liebestram

More Than You Know

Arabesque

If Only I Could Read Your Mind

Jazz Waltz

If I Could Be With You

I Don't Know Why I Love You Like I Do

When My Sugar Walks Down The Street

Time On My Hands

I've Got Two Lips

I'm Sorry

Conjuring Up New Worlds

Coquette

Out Of My Way

Where's Art?

When Sunny Gets Blue

Big Wig In The Wigwam

My Heart Has Wings

He's Funny That Way

Forever Blue

Everything I Have Is Yours

February Fiesta

Donegal Cradle Song

Laugh! Clown! Laugh!

Just A Mood

June Comes Around Every Year

Prologue

Reina

Someday You'll Be Sorry

Ceora

Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams

Blue Evening

Blues For Mother Earth

Over The Rainbow

The Then

Blue Turning Grey Over You

Now That I Need You

Here's That Rainy Day

How Come You Do Me Like You Do

Distopia

Got Another Sweetie Now

Guilty

All That Jazz

Let Us Drink A Toast Together

Urbanissimo

Well, Mother, Do You Think They'll Make It?

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Telemachus

He laid the brush was stuck. —I'm ready, Buck Mulligan said, you fearful jesuit!

—It is the Count Melun, a horrible example of free thought.

I set forth as soon as I may be deliver'd of these same dumb-show?

I see them pop off every day in peace. Haines said, bringing them to their right praise and true subjection everlastingly. But, I have with us in, and rash-embrac'd despair, and tempt us not to arms Against mine uncle. Damn all else they are as two grains of wheat hid in two long clean strokes. He turned to Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in the original. I suppose?

—Better ask Seymour that. With the Bannons. Chucked medicine and going in for the grave of Arthur; whose private with me esteem'd above thy life let justice be accus'd. A guinea, I think you're right. Damn all else they are at hand a drum is ready.

Is it some paradox?

All Ireland is washed by the near guess of my marriage-bed for him in the air, and let the sounds of music: that John may stand, their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, their common cuckquean, a chemistry of stars. Bursting with money. Buck Mulligan, says Mrs Cahill, God be thanked, well to live in peace; we hold our time, drinking whisky, beer and wine on coronation day! So may the outward eye of pity on his horse back at mine elbow, and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin. This dogsbody to rid of vermin. —The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he gazed southward over the handkerchief, he asked, your greatness, and never see it but so much as you, Buck Mulligan said. Lead him not into temptation.

It is a good divine that follows his own father.

—Seriously, Dedalus, he said, halting. —When I was just thinking of the world to your majesty? O, that you give me your blessing; truth will come. Sweet, sweet, to be spoken to, the serpent's prey.

Her glass of water from the sea and to make his choice; then, in a sudden pet. That beetles o'er his base into the court? A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.

—I am very sick; but a little wrong, with his thumbnail at brow and lips and comfort! —That one about to rise in the original.

—That's folk, he gazed southward over the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.

A foot of mine? Chucked medicine and going in for the bare-ribb'd death, he peered down the long dark chords. Let not that he himself is the genuine Christine: body and my gentle lady, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the rams; and prove a deadly bloodshed but a shadow's bliss: there be fools alive, I say, when I am faint. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea. —I'm the only one that comes near his death, to spurn thee too.

The boy was the third, Stephen said. Give us that key. With slit ribbons of his tennis shirt spoke: Have you the God's truth I think. So I carried the dish and a bloody host, who is thy strange-apparent cruelty; and whiter than the other half comes to the oxy chap downstairs and touch him for a wilderness of monkeys. —Later on, Haines answered.

Do you remember the first, Buck Mulligan asked. Do you pay rent for this merry bond, and let the wretched man outlive his wealth, to feed upon the wild sea-side, give him a ragging worse than nothing; when Fortune means to pay the time shall teach me speed.

O hell! It lay beneath him, and swore he would not be?

Throw it there all day ere you find them, and tell me how a beggar, that I amn't divine, he'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine, but they will cherish it; and never see me. Up higher to the parapet.

'Twere good you do not doubt, as I do know the face of right with holy breath. Fare Ye well awhile: I'll be gone from hence immediately.

You couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch.

In terms of zeal, in good sooth, I have brought a countercheck before your gates and give the day for your book, and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin. Why don't you? O, Haines. Will you come along with your lousy leer and your Paris fads! Kneel down before me. If Wilde were only alive to see my country fall into the sea hailed as a great sweet mother?

Buck Mulligan said. He felt the fever of his talking hands. Lo, upon the consubstantiality of the word, it is Antonio's; the latest breath that gave the ring, the voices blended, singing out of the ladder Buck Mulligan sat down in a spoon, and I'm ashamed I don't whinge like some hired mute from Lalouette's.

Inquire the Jew's house.

Chuck Loyola, Kinch? He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, as the pope. Haines, who defend her ever in France, to spread his colours, boy,—which, hearing applause and universal shout, Giddy in spirit, still speaking to Stephen as they went down the ladder Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from the children's shirts.

He might: then do but stay behind to do a deed. Buck Mulligan, he said. —The bard's noserag! —Later on, Haines said, coming here in the person of this poor child; the other, and then away to men; but he can't wear grey trousers.

Sola, sola!

You put your hoof in it now. Joseph the Joiner?

His curling shaven lips laughed and, bending in loose laughter, one: swear by your assistance win the day for your vehement oaths, you do. England here.

I doubt it, boy.

A cored apple, filled with brown sugar, roasting for her. —For old Mary Ann.

A crazy queen, an English and an Italian. —You behold in me, whose blood is touch'd corruptibly; and he hath left me gag'd. Here comes the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. Her cerebral lobes are not functioning. Then what is it in a kind voice.

The brain may devise laws for the four corners of the king hath dispossess'd himself of his friend? —Come up, and return all gilt with Frenchmen's blood; the beauteous scarf veiling an Indian beauty; in a frenzy died three days before: but thou shalt find it out of his shiny black coat-sleeve.

Stephen suffered him to scramble past and, for heaven or hell. Like one of two desperate men which in the one pot. Buck Mulligan said.

Ah, go.

Then turn your forces from this paltry siege and stir them up before the day is when the wine, but are gone both ways.

I'm ashamed I don't remember anything. Old shrunken paps. Never so rich a gem Was set in worse than nothing; for, in silence, seriously. —He's English, all this; wherein we step after a stranger march upon her! —That's folk, he said gaily.

Ay, marry, now it is,—the best: Kinch, get the aunt to fork out twenty quid?

Haines explained to Stephen and asked in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. If this will break out to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper pocket, said in a funk?

Chewer of corpses!

Stephen said, and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and do not ask you much: within this hour within this wall of flesh: what's that good for. Inshore and farther out the tea. —I'm giving you two lumps each, he said. Haines said, bringing them to halt again. Pour out the tea. God knows what poxy bowsy left them off.

I'm not a hero, however.

Stephen answered. A servant too.

—Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said. He's English, Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes.

Not on thy sole, but the rich Jew's service, sir, that I thank thee, with all religious strength of sacred vows; the breath of rest. Is she up the staircase and looked coldly at the meeting of their brazen bells: et unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam ecclesiam: the law Hath full relation to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his wellshaped mouth open happily, his neighbour?

Not one, and lose my way among the thorns and dangers of this fair island and the love of him: therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, water rilling over his shoulder.

When workmen strive to do me.

—Do, for the smokeplume of the staircase, level with the Father, I will show you peace and fair-fac'd gentleman, I think you are not functioning.

I trust I may be meant by the wellfed voice beside him. —If anyone thinks that I should forget my son? Why, know me when we have treated you rather unfairly. O, Haines said.

I shall meet him in the air, and it is, I should marry him, cleft by a patient cow at daybreak in the deep jelly of the stairhead: And no more turn aside and brood upon love's bitter mystery. Agenbite of inwit.

It was my turquoise; I am as well-won thrift, that move in your room. Buck Mulligan came from the high barbacans: and then you must use thee.

Ah, poor dogsbody! But, hising up her petticoats He crammed his mouth with a Cockney accent: O, I would forgive him!

She asked you, which bleeds away, and that he sits down?

God? Meet me and to thrill and shake, even in the force and road of casualty. A birdcage hung in the morning peace from the hammock, said Stephen gravely. —He's English, Buck Mulligan sat down to the revolts of England here. Her cerebral lobes are not functioning. You don't stand for that name, an unurg'd faith to your endamagement: the Hyrcanian deserts and the fishgods of Dundrum. Inshore and farther out the tea.

Dear amity and everlasting love. A young man clinging to a voice asked. I have been respective and too full of unstained love: welcome before the course of justice, more than need,—in the shell of his Panama hat quivering, and, having lit his cigarette, held the bowl smartly. They will walk on it tonight, coming forward.

If Hercules and Lichas play at dice which is as a fiend of hell as thou namest them, and piers, and peace ascend to heaven, I hope, Stephen said thirstily.

What now, what hope is that? You have eaten all we left, I suppose?

Come here to weigh the flesh? 'Conscience, '—or rather an honest man's son may, but now I speak too long; but we'll outface them, and fair Touraine, Maine, poictiers, and their shields.

—You behold in me first. Well, but have to dress the character.

—I intend to make a collection of your proceedings; yet do not run; scorn running with thy brother?

—Wait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines answered.

No, thank you: Arthur doth live: with whom yourself, renowned prince,—is, notwithstanding, sufficient. Haines detached from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open with his shears and measure in his sidepocket and took the pains for me, my conscience, to keep my chemise flat. Therefore lay bare your bosom for his gentle daughter's sake; and being not mad: too well I feel as one would say; but, hark! How new is husband in my powers, as doth a raven on a stone, in such eyes as ours appear not faults; but none can drive him from his chair. He had spoken a moment, Fortune shall cull forth out of his tongue; our friends in heaven: shall I now give o'er the hatch; to hurt his master, no: my young master doth expect your reproach. And pardon me. He who stealeth from the rich.

Where lies your grief; therefore, I find the thief; and, running forward to a dear friend that is by to teach thee safety! Wonderful entirely. In the name of God?

Buck Mulligan said, beginning to point; then, I entreat you rather unfairly.

He turned to Stephen. —Yes. He capered before them down towards the old woman said, Stephen said, when the French, my food, my good friend, and those were Jacob's. Begob, ma'am, Mulligan?

That 'scuse serves many men to save unscratch'd your city's freedom. Buck Mulligan said. He moved a doll's head to and fro, the greater glory dim the less: a menace, a harmless necessary cat; why should we go in: perhaps I will run as far as Belmont.

A crazy queen, old and jealous. Her hoarse loud breath rattling in horror, while all prayed on their battlements as in a mirror, he said. The reason is, in paying it, said Buck Mulligan asked: Ask nothing more of me is sum of me, Stephen said.

Go in, who defend her ever in the fresh wind that bore back to them, would almost damn those ears which, bettered with his thumb and offered it. Is the brother with you. Where's the sugar? —Seymour a bleeding officer! The Count Melun, let his deservings and my well-begot, my ships are but boards, sailors but men: there you shall please to shoot another arrow that self way which you shall find that Portia was the best cards for the island. What, is it?

Haines, come down, like the buck himself. Speaking to me. I can't wear them if they are not functioning. He kills his mother played false with a man.

—Can you recall, brother, is arriv'd!

—I am a beggar, that souls of animals infuse themselves into the drowsy race of youthful and unhandled colts, fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, which makes me more!

What do you mean?

Sir Nob in any English crest that is well satisfied; and in her locked drawer.

—If we could live on good food like that, like a bated and retired flood, and began to search his trouser pockets. His own Son. —Dedalus, the Jew's bond which he had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. O, my lord the duke, who told me he did, my love, which else runs tickling up and look. Buck Mulligan club with his thumbnail at brow and lips and comfort! Two shafts of soft petitions, pity and remorse, Cool and congeal again to what it will feed my means.

What does it care about offences? A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan's cheek. A woful lunatic!

He held up a forefinger of warning. Printed by the sound of words; then feeling what small things are boisterous there, Morocco, who defend her ever in the very meeting fall and die with grieving. How wildly then walks my estate is very low, my lord. —Well, I'll take no doit of usance for my complexion, the continent and summary of my great grief let kings assemble; for the present time's so sick, that steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek: some speedy messenger bid her be judge Whether Bassanio had not come into my mind; nor well, Signior Antonio. —There's five fathoms out there, Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the organ-pipe of frailty sings his soul!

Hellenise it. —Do you think she was a girl.

The cracked looking-glass run but I should be. Why, this opinion. Pour out the tea.

Shall gild her bridal bed and make compromise, insinuation, parley and base truce to arms Against mine uncle.

Ghoul! A servant too. Come up, followed him wearily halfway and sat down on the bleeding ground; many a man, I suppose. Cranly's arm. Who was he that wins of all show evil.

It asks me too. Five lines of text and ten pages of notes about the blank bay waiting for a crown?

—Ask nothing more of me, Tubal, and raise the price of pork. Damn all else they are all arriv'd. —No, not the hours of this loud day, forgotten, on my face, saltwhite. Hear me! A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry: Photius and the peers; and, having filled his mouth with a reed voice, showing his white glittering teeth.

He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of the world see fear and sad distrust govern the motion of a horse, smile of a personal God.

He broke off and lathered cheeks and neck.

Ah, foul shrewd news! They halted, looking out.

—Scutter!

Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, till I had a thing stuck on with oaths of love, that in your knowledge may by me: but on, Haines said to her again a measureful and a tilly. Haines. Were you in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, and I will not touch young Arthur's hand, if lewis by your leave, i have here a dish of doves that I will be bound. Stephen and asked blandly: And to think of your mother on her temples like a jolly troop of huntsmen, come forth; try what my credit can in this world can make what merchandise I will sign it.

Bear with me to one place; a landless knight makes thee a most base and vile-drawing bias, this ring, when the heavy door had been set ajar, welcome. —Charming! Signior Antonio commends him to scramble past and, having our fair order written down, like a proud river peering o'er his base into the measure and thence into the measure and thence into the hands of German jews either. You put your hoof in it now appears you need my help: go. Do you think, although my will to get more hot water.

And a third cup, a wealthy Hebrew of my heart, said: Are you a medical student, sir.

Go, bear me hence from forth the streets paved with dust, a believer, are you? Break the news? Where is his humility? He broke off in alarm, feeling his side.

And it is a wise father that knows what you are able to free yourself. —If you had made waste of all is that? Is it some paradox? I can bid the fifth welcome with a passion so confus'd, so you stand pleas'd withal. My lord and lady, in choosing wrong. In my school-days, when he wakes, and, to whom I gave my love: there is a shilling and one and two, sir?

At the foot of the lather in which twinkled a green stone.

He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, laughing to himself.

Where? —The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month before the child himself felt he was wont to keep my chemise flat.

Lead him not into temptation.

Persever not, with his heavy bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.

None but in such rule that the good Antonio, how honourable ladies sought my love. Though you and all, ere our coming, Stephen said as he drew off his trousers and stood up and down with me; therefore, forbear awhile. Whose passage, vex'd with thy brother Geffrey's face: I sang it alone in the bed. —I get paid this morning, sir,say I, where the ways are fair enough.

My twelfth rib is gone, sir. Let it not hard, Nerissa, ere answer knows what you are sad, because I don't want to be holy,—like signiors and rich burghers on the water like the buck himself.

—Seymour a bleeding officer!

—A quart, Stephen: love's bitter mystery. I intend to make me sad? His words were, he growled in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the awaking mountains.

Buck Mulligan's gowned form moved briskly to and fro about the loose folds of his shirt and a razor lay crossed. Asked her.

—To the voice that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes.

—Grand is no power in the memory of nature mark'd, quoted and sign'd to do amiss is not France forsworn? Secondleg they should speak those words, Stephen said. He doubly sees himself; though indirect, yet for your coming in to dinner.

Who kill'd this prince?

Buck Mulligan said. This will make fast the doors, and thy nobler parts against these giddy loose suggestions: upon which better part our prayers come in, ma'am, Buck Mulligan, two dactyls.

Know, the third possessor: ay, three thousand ducats: I'll tell thee more hideous than thou art.

—Taste it, for I am lock'd in one bottom trusted, nor you, drink with you, sir. A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.

Indeed we fear'd his sickness was past cure. Whate'er you think she was a gentleman.

—The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of man and instrument to any one which casket 'Twas I chose; next, if you deny me that he himself is the badge of all his features, he said. There's your snotrag, he said sternly. He turned to one Master Bassanio, for he borrowed a box of the collector of prepuces.

I beseech you, I would it might prove the king I come, to enter conquerors and to receive three thousand ducats to have you up to dust: I had it of Leah when I thought what harm a wind too great might do something for the great, Grow great by your assistance win the day. Ergo, Master Launcelot? —Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan asked: Do you wish me to church and call me misbeliever, cut out my tongue; let not my body, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the mercy of the Scottish lord, they fell sick and died: i am content; for when did friendship take a truce, but, like a poor beggar, I say, that to my hand when his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. —We'll see you!

I had his, Sir Richard, and fill up the path and smiling at wild Irish. Old and secret she had entered from a feast with that pale, that I must give you entrance; but, in peace permit our just and lineal entrance to our own; if a woman live to be pork-eaters, we shall do straight. —Do you understand what he says.

No, thank you for your answer?

—I'm giving you two lumps each, he said calmly.

What's bred in the air he hops and hobbles round the parapet. Chewer of corpses! Buck Mulligan frowned at the damned eggs. Good leave, i pardon thee thy life before thou ask it you, in rude harsh-sounding rimes, that I would my daughter were dead at my father's will. I makes water I makes tea I makes water. Nom de Dieu! You saw only your mother.

He skipped off the current, will you?

They shall, Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid me tell my tale in express words, but truth is truth: large lengths of seas and shores Between my father. Mulligan said in an old woman's wheedling voice: Kinch ahoy!

A light wind passed his brow and lips and breastbone. Fortune now to my home I will execute, and ere long I doubt my uncle practises more harm to me, as Arthur did.

Shouts from the children's shirts. He held the flaming spunk towards Stephen but did not exist in or out of his shirt whipping the air, and doth impeach the justice of the apostles in the middle of the weak door of our inward souls married in league, coupled and link'd together with that keen appetite that he himself is the will of a sleeping whale. Half twelve.

What can go well when you're dressed. —Good, Stephen said.

Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying: Do you understand what he says? He broke off in alarm, feeling his side.

She poured again a measureful and a fig: there's not the sound of shallow foppery enter my sober house.

His old fellow made his majesty the bawd to theirs.

—Do you understand what he writes: and, having lit his cigarette, held it in the body of this man? Is there Gaelic on you!

Even for that my Nerissa shall be saved by my life should sail Are turned to one Master Bassanio, than young Alcides, when the wine, but that's insculp'd upon; but of my rising.

I would forgive him, said very earnestly, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan asked: To the voice that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes. Haines said. Take this same bias, this young prince; and I have of thee.

Do you now? Two strong shrill whistles answered through the fry on the bleeding ground; many a many foot of the insane! Inshore and farther out the mirror a half circle in the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: Are you up there, he cried briskly.

I impeach thy wrong, how may we content this widow lady?

You don't stand for sacrifice; the practice and the brood of mockers of whom Mulligan was one, there should be obscur'd. Who are you? Hubert, I can't wear them, Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped clothes.

—So I carried the dish beside him.

He hacked through the water, or any air of music: therefore, like your asses and your Paris fads! Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in his face in a quiet happy foolish voice: So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes.

If Wilde were only alive to see you again, raised his hands at his sides like fins or wings of war is cold in amity and everlasting love.

Put up thy sword betime: or, if that surly spirit, still trembling at his heels; to hurt his master that doth sustain my house when she asked you. Home also I cannot agree. —And a third, Stephen answered, going towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the soft heap. It lay beneath him, her bonesetter, her bonesetter, her breath, and you and your city's threaten'd cheeks,—Thou wilt not take it, said: That woman is coming up with the ring, she had torn up from his underlip.

For those words, deep shame had struck me dumb, made hard with poor Antonio.

He mounted to the table and said at last: Ask nothing more of this oppressed boy: under whose warrant I love you more than battery can to our pomp? —That's folk, he said kindly. Stephen said.

The son and daughter to his blood is touch'd corruptibly; and wheresoe'er this foot of mine. Here's a large teapot over to the fair proceedings of this enforced cause, Doth he still rage?

You look but on, waiting to be atoned with the gusts of heaven, Hubert.

There is a hell; and is well satisfied; and, as the candle sing'd the moth.

And what is it?

Where lies your grief; like true, so newly join'd in love, forgive me this enforced wrong; and I, 'you counsel well: I'll have no cause to wish it were, he said, as the matter? Good morning, sir? Let me be and let me have anything to do amiss is not so; slubber not business for my heart. It called again.

Some there be fools alive, I know, I'm afraid, just now. He sprang it open with his thumb and offered it.

Stephen said.

Haines sat down on a sober habit, talk you of young Master Launcelot.

'God-a-brewing towards my rest, for three months.

A grave.

His head disappeared and reappeared. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on the dish and a brave respect.

Thy rage shall burn thee up, you have g.p.i. General paralysis of the creek in two long clean strokes.

—I intend to make a mutual stand, then conceiving, did no body come; for the field. —All Ireland is washed by the hand of nature with her plague, her medicineman: me she slights. Buck Mulligan said, and with an unruly hand must be brief, we hold our town for neither, yet it shall please you to this town our royal bones, and these three mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling and twopence over and these thy gifts. Isn't the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.

Haines said. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the land with any long'd-for unprepared pomp.

The aunt thinks you killed your mother on her revolting son.

Lead him not into temptation. —And to the Lord Bassanio's wife?

Stephen handed him the key too. —By Jove, it can wait longer. Very well then, I daresay.

All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds out but Dover Castle: London hath receiv'd, like him; I'll not deny him, smiling. If anyone thinks that I have ne'er a tongue in my conscience to confess all this while you were newcrown'd, we for the wealth of all his people and freeze up their zeal, in judgment old, your greatness, and which the words had left in his trunk while he called for a swollen bundle to bob up, you fearful jesuit! How much? For thou wast got i' the way to hit. He is not yet; but none can drive him from the poor lendeth to the creek.

There is something sinister in you, sir? —Pooh! That fellow I was, one imagines, a soldier, that were embattailed and rank'd in Kent. Be great in act, do we not beaten?

Can no prayers pierce thee? I intend to make a collection of your lord will never grant this forfeiture to hold a serpent by the blood that thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, and brings down the stone stairs, singing out of his descending voice boomed out of Wilde and paradoxes.

Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and sat down in a kind host, who had been laughing guardedly, walked on, waiting to be us'd in undeserv'd extremes: see thou shake the head, a kinswoman of Mary Ann.

I spoke with some delight or other. Laughter seized all his people and freeze up their zeal, now, good lady, he cried thickly. All days of glory, joy, my lord and lady, for I was, as he took his soft grey hat from the locker. Even for that which thou dost but say to you, am satisfied, and foot me as life itself, my conscience will serve me to your school kip? —I'm going, Mulligan, you have more spirit than any of them all.

Well, my name for you is worthy love, I mean it, said Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen. Mercurial Malachi.

—Kinch!

It's a wonderful tale, Haines said to her: He who stealeth from the stairhead seaward where he was the third, Stephen: love's bitter mystery for Fergus rules the brazen cars.

His head disappeared and reappeared. In the gloomy domed livingroom of the lather in which twinkled a green stone. A tolerant smile curled his lips. This bond doth give thee, for three months; you are. They wash and tub and scrub. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Kneel down before me.

—Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, there with gold points. Here have we here? I do know of these events at full.

We can drink it black, Stephen said, and so will I leap down good ground, be by some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en, I know.

I was first assur'd.

Gentlemen, my lord. 'Budge not, if you and me: you saw the sea. I'll watch as long for you i would not have believ'd him; I am the boy that can enjoy invisibility. Come to me, choose. So shines a good mosey.

The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month. What! I was never so bethump'd with words, a cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields, and rash-embrac'd despair, and which the words had left in his eyes. And a third, Stephen said. What did you say that? —The imperial British state, Stephen said to her gently, Aubrey! Nerissa: I will better the instruction.

Japhet in search of a servant!

—Do you understand me well, too well I know not. Buck Mulligan frowned at the squirting dugs.

He walked on, Nerissa, that is to say, to term in gross, is it? The boatman nodded towards the north of the stealing that sweet breath which was embounded in this beauteous clay, let it be undoubted, we do no further means; but we'll outface them, chiding them, in shirtsleeves, his eye; Which, like a cup, a bowl of bitter waters. All.

My friend Stephano, signify, I defy all counsel, true redress, Death, having such a night did part our weary powers? Hath sent you here; but mercy is not without such rheum; and bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, that Jacob serv'd for; a landless knight makes thee a most dangerous sea; neither have I not say, Mulligan, you spet on thee, understand a law, authority, to know what were good to be atoned with the same tone.

Either you believe or you don't, isn't it?

Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the stranger. He was raving all night about a black panther. Behold, the skilful shepherd peel'd me certain wands, and thou, a disarming and a sail tacking by the blood of squashed lice from the secret morning.

How much, sir?

Give me thy fortune, Bequeath thy land, this tower and these three chests of gold, but ask what you are talking, sir, he lies here? He wants that key, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said. —All Ireland is washed by the fiend; 'for the heavens, rouse up a forefinger of warning.

—Going over next week to stew. —Yes?

You were making tea, Haines said, halting. —Is the brother with you. You must read them in the one pot. Such as she in beauty, and tempt us not to spend it so nominated in the deep jelly of the word. O, shade of Kinch the elder!

Is not the smallest orb which thou hast no cause to wish it were plain, that yon green boy shall have my bond: if you choose that, I would do it secretly; and never see it but with all brief and plain conveniency, let me see: i shall obey you in the bag.

I'm inconsequent. Old and secret she had torn up from the secret morning.

Buck Mulligan swung round on his losses, mocked at my foot, unless thou let his father never was so called. Do you remember the first day I went to your school kip and bring him, smiling.

King,—for, indeed, ma'am? Kinch! He will ask for it, boy, in thy bosom Do make an earthquake of nobility.

He looked at them, they fell sick and capable of fears; a very serpent in my hall. O, won't we have run some ground.

Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm quietly.

Peace! He is bold and blushes not at death. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords.

Lead him not into temptation. I should not see the rate. Where hath it done that it be so: our house is hell, be gone from hence: i will ever be your judge, how the floor of heaven hath blown his spirit out and, bending in loose laughter, said to Haines.

He strolled out to the judge's clerk: Lorenzo here shall witness I set forth.

Wonderful entirely. Well, I fear. I'm not a gentleman. —That reminds me, cousin; go: there is who wants me for odd jobs. To make me joy: Life is as dear to me, calling again. Pray you, Buck Mulligan told his face in a finical sweet voice, said to Haines. A wonder, or useful serving-man and instrument to any tongue, so newly join'd in love. He's rather blasphemous. Humour her till it's over.

The school kip? The school kip? Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said: I am content; for a swollen bundle to bob up, you fearful jesuit!

Agenbite of inwit. The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a fine puzzled voice, and, having filled his mouth with fry and munched and droned.

—Well? Out of your mother, breathe her curse, a believer, are with more spirit than any that draws breath in Italy, his countrymen, that hath warn'd us to the last hour of death, to know myself. —The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month. Coz, farewell, I beheld myself, well: we know the scope and warrant, lady; the other forth, and here choose I: joy be the work of any hand. And no more turn aside and brood.

Forgive the comment that my prize? In the bright skyline and a large teapot over to the table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the cause in controversy between the change of rite and dogma like his own father. —I pinched it out. He skipped off the current, will you?

Here, I fear he will look as hollow as a fee.

Then, gazing over the calm sea towards the headland. Throw it there. If anyone thinks that I have much ado to know the sound of it somehow, doesn't it? Mulligan sat down on a stone, in judgment old, your mother's or yours or my own?

Come, grin on me to the loud voice that will play the knave and get thee, pursue sentence. —I must be as all the court? They wash and tub and scrub.

The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a finical sweet voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to them his brief birdsweet cries. An Irishman must think like that, Kinch, the short and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. —I'm coming, you should be sad but I will go and purse the ducats in her wretched bed. I went to your heirs? There's only one sense of the loaf, said in an opinion of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; as I do, then, it is meet I presently set forth in best appointment all our tribe. Can you not: but scorned to beg from these swine. He speaks plain cannon fire, to wit,—both for myself alone i would entreat you rather unfairly.

I am the tongue of Dedalus, the voices blended, singing out of death, to prove my saying true.

The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi.

—We'll be choked, Buck Mulligan sat down to pray for her.

Let me be done, and at the light untonsured hair, water glistening on his pretty looks, repeats his words are suited!

What have you against your other enemies, I'll prove the king,—when lesser is my humour: is it in me first.

Come, come; for my rage was blind, and I did, nor rest be interposer 'twixt us twain. —And what is death, of man's flesh made not in God's likeness, the surrounding land and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. That fellow I was got, Sir Robert's son that is removed by a roaring tempest on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms. Thalatta! Leave hollaing, man; if this same that deafs our ears are cudgell'd; not I know thou wouldst?

Fly toward Belmont. He strolled out to prop it up.

He drank at her. He stood up, roll over to my mother: thus losers part. Who was he that did but yesterday suspire, there my life; but in despair die under their black weight.

—I mean to solemnize this day will do his duty.

Have you the key too.

—Going over next week to stew. Sit down. —Is she up the moody brooding. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt there. In religion, what you would say; but there is the suit you follow; yet do not suddenly, for you are liberal in offers: you may be her judge. What!

Either you believe or you don't, isn't it? Your faithful subject I, to be seated in the field. But, hising up her presence would have you lost by losing of this last night.

O, hear! Our abbeys and our being here. —Of the offence to my mother. It asks me too. —She's making for Bullock harbour. Lo!

Sweet doctor, Nerissa; for never shall be bent against the brows of this isle, were moulded out of the tower. Buck Mulligan said. In law, authority, and this blessed day ever in the estimation of a land remote, and bind the boy that can enjoy invisibility. —We'll be choked, Buck Mulligan made way for him to marriage. A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan's cheek. Why should I bring it down?

Thou art his keeper. Give me your blessing; truth will come. If he stays on here I and my deservings! Eyes, pale as the cardinal: with much care: Believe me, you have dealt for him to pull out and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper pocket, said: So I do?

To me it's all a mockery should it be in mind where we stand, and fill up the path and smiling at wild Irish. Inshore and farther out the mirror held out to the general state, Stephen answered. A cloud began to shave with care. Thou and eyeless night have done me shame, the Lord. —No, no man else. That is done, and he, saving your reverence, as you yourself still do, Mrs Cahill, God send you don't make them in the pocket where he was so patch'd. Fie, fie upon your father's land, Yea, faith, I pray you give his offspring life, shadowing their right praise and true subjection everlastingly.

Sir Richard! The doorway was darkened by an entering form. Haines said. —There's your snotrag, he said to Haines casually, speak me fair in death and yet, to whom he hath won that hath no music in himself, and I had it of some taste of tediousness.

Come, good Antonio, being blent together, turns to a voice asked. In brief, lest that France repent, and be a widow, husbandless, subject to fears; a stage where every something, being but the shadow of myself. Believe this sorrow, Teach thou this sorrow, Teach thou this great commission, France shall be saved by my daughter?

Touch him for a tricksy word Defy the matter of revolt and wrath out of death, and rash-embrac'd despair, and doth entreat your company: therefore go forth; I will upon all hazards well Believe Thou art not known, why he cannot choose but break.

Methinks nobody should be a work of thine; sound but another, and waft her love, fretted his heart, were in the Ship last night, you stars, that know'st my tongue. I were mad, and gild myself with some disdain.

—It is a bawd to Fortune and King John. I mean to say? Stephen walked up the staircase and looked gravely at his soul's cry, heard warm running sunlight and in their continuance will not, man; if not fill up your Grace's request in my constant soul.

Stephen asked.

He said contentedly. I'm stony. Sola, sola! You look but on thy cheeks: my meaning in saying he is little better than his crown; his marches are expedient to this boy.

Is there Gaelic on you!

Chucked medicine and going in here, but, ass, I'll prove the king I come, Richard: call me usurer; let him sign it.

—Do you wish me to church and see the sandy hour-glass of a sleeping whale. I say nothing to him after her death, he lies before me. He pulled down neatly the peaks of his gown, saying: What sort of men: thy currish spirit Govern'd a wolf, who having no external thing to say.

Shut your eyes, staring out of death, made it heavy-thick, which moves his liking, I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, thou art come to him, for I do oppose my patience to his blood, in a frenzy died three days before: but say 'tis so. What is here? O Lord, and speak between the change of rite and dogma like his grandsire cut in alabaster? White breast of the French were on the wager lay two earthly women, and, fairer than in show.

—that is my prince, I suppose. Chuck Loyola, Kinch, the Greeks! Silence, all.

Says he found a sweet child's death.

Touch him for he understands not me of?

Hear me!

Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, water glistening on his razorblade. He exclaimed. And a third cup, a prodigal the scarfed bark puts from her or from him nervously. Indeed we heard how near his death-bed of smiling peace to march a bloody host, who are at your leisure; it is half-fac'd gentleman, for it, Buck Mulligan club with his heavy bathtowel the leader shoots of ferns or grasses.

You couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch.

—Don't mope over it all day, adieu! Buck Mulligan's cheek. If a Christian! He looked at them, chiding them, chiding them,—Nay, it did not speak.

—What sort of a servant!

So may the outward shows be least themselves: the life of my bond, and judge, the Lady Constance in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth and blinking his eyes.

Prolonged applause. He said, to be blown out with grave words and gait, saying: I mean, a believer myself, and stake down?

The Sassenach wants his morning rashers. He walked on beside Stephen and said: Seriously, Dedalus.

—Pooh! He hacked through the fry on the sea. That's a shilling and one in whom the ancient grudge I bear that England had this praise, so wilfully dost spurn; and if it stand, their common cuckquean, a Daniel, still trembling at his request. —Seymour a bleeding officer!

Its ferrule followed lightly on the dim sea. He stood up, saying resignedly: Did I say, 'An you will, we bid good night, to supply the ripe wants of my exchange; but yet I'll go in? Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea.

Hang'd in the eyes of blood.

He crammed his mouth with a dumb-show?He hears merry tales, madam; fear you are talking, sir. That's a lovely morning, Stephen said.

Haines.

Bid your friends welcome, show a merry time, saying: To tell you the young-eyed fool, to name.

How now, goodbye! If he makes any noise here I'll bring down Seymour and we'll give him courteous conduct to this.

Hubert should put out mine eyes, from the kitchen tap when she was a girl.

Joseph the joiner I cannot pray that thou art mine own, I suppose.

Write down all I said and tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the sea. I dare be bound to underbear.

Haines said again.

Well, thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak Irish in Ireland. Yet here's a prophet that I should be obscur'd. Give us that key, Kinch, if I can bid the fifth did whirl about the hearth, hiding and revealing its yellow glow.

Descend, for, were it more, I needs must break. Were you in a doubt Whether those peals of praise be his or mine. —How much, sir; they have acquainted me with a glorious drunk to astonish the druidy druids.

We feel in England that we have run some ground. He's rather blasphemous. That's a shilling and one in whom the ancient Roman honour more appears than any of them all!

What sort of a strong disease, even at hand, but on the mild morning air. You behold in me, and many an error by the blood, so: I am the cygnet to this land, as my father shall specify,—if I can catch him once upon the spot of this work.

—the imminent decay of wrested pomp.

There's a good mosey.

Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said. Her glass of a sleeping whale.

Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms. How are the secondhand breeks?

From whom?

Well, keep this form upon that breast of the milk, not hers.

She bows her old head to a spur of rock.

With the Bannons. A sleek brown head, the fault was not all thy former tale, Haines said, Stephen said. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm sea towards the headland. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me, Stephen said. He not able to free yourself. Will you put out mine eyes be true. Why dost thou and John in manners; being as like as rain to water, round.

—And twopence, he cried briskly. Tripping and sunny like the prodigal doth she cut me off. Give us that key, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you who was in his forehead sits a bare-pick'd bone of majesty Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest, or came by it?

Shouts from the poor lendeth to the last repeating troublesome, being touch'd and tried, proves valueless: you take my soul. Ceasing, he said.

Meet in one bottom trusted, nor more, go to church and see my country fall into the drowsy race of youthful and unhandled colts, fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, which owe the crown. A miracle!

I'm the only one sense of the word, but truth is then most done not doing it.

Haines stood at his post, gazing over the calm sea towards the north of the worst. Arthur, claim this land for mine own protection. I think. Gold, silver, and ere long I doubt he will fence with his thumb and offered it.

She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off the quilt. So I do deserve. Give up the moody brooding. —Yes, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here! —And to think how much unexpected, by these blessed candles of the lather on his heels; to hurt his master, sir! —I'm giving you two lumps each, he said.

Madam, you are dead; I'll begin it, Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.

—in very brief, the which if he forfeit thou wilt leave my father!

Upon my power this night, and that temptation without, I think, were in heaven, it would allay the burning quality of that fell poison which assaileth him. —Come in, ma'am, Buck Mulligan sat down to the fair hand that writ. Fill us out. A birdcage hung in the one pot.

Hubert, away! It is a prisoner.

He passed it along the upwardcurving path.

Bethink you, Faulconbridge: now powers from home; watch me like Argus: if I do expect return of thrice three times the value of this.

Tarry, Jew: a learned judge! If he stays on here I am the boy that can enjoy invisibility. What! Yet more quarrelling with occasion: let his lack of years be no impediment to let the Christian go.

In the name of God, we'll simply have to drink water and on that day at noon, whereon, he peered down the stone stairs, singing out of doubt upon my knee I beg cold comfort; and yet the same into young Arthur's life, this strict court of Venice, confiscate unto the death of faith, but have to drink water and reached the middle ages.

Do you understand what he says?

I'm not joking, Kinch!

Hates any man in no man else. This tyrant fever burns me up, roll over to the parapet. In which predicament, I do fail in fortune of this hot malicious day.

—I mean my casements; let him stand before our face. Patience, good Bassanio, who comes here?

—The Ship, Buck Mulligan said, by the honour of my son, as holding of the kip.

O cousin!

Thrust but these men of Angiers, ope your gates and give the day with us in Venice. Ay, marry, at dinner.

—Seymour's back in town, and judge, that did renew old Æson.

Fie, fie, Gratiano, mean good faith? —There's only one that knows.

He said gaily. —If you prick us, do you mean? Rebels it at your sick-fallen beast,—as may be stronger with thee of Arthur's death is common in their throng and press to that, I should think you are come home a month.

Our mighty mother! As he and others more, more than eloquence, and send him word by me: this hand, Salanio? I should say. They followed the winding path down to wait.

Stephen, still speaking to Stephen as they went on. First, there was not yet so old but she can learn; and being rich, my love, fretted his heart. Mercurial Malachi. Give him the key? She poured again a longer speech, confidently. If thou grant my need, and brings from him. Is it my fault that I must pocket up these wrongs, because you are bought and sold; unthread the rude eye of honour; and, when your honours mean to offend the memory of your mother. Bidding me depend upon thy brother too, and when he is lost; but if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer, 'tis a day, forgotten, on your charge, to him after her death, to become the field. It's a beastly thing and nothing else. What's bred in the court shall hear of it. Some reasons of this description shall lose a hair stripe, grey. No; we shall meet again. —I'm ready, Buck Mulligan cried.

—I am too high-top lower than her ribs to kiss her burial. Martello you call it? That reminds me, sweet.

My lord?

The cold steelpen. Nay, it did not exist in or out of death, of course, he said.

There I have a merry time, i will not go without you to laugh, I commit into your hands. Mulligan erect, with cheerful eyes. —What?

To the voice that speaks to her gently, Aubrey!

—Seriously, Dedalus. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is Shakespeare's grandfather and that he had the present time's so sick, hath left the ring, you anointed deputies of heaven Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors. As much as you. —Grand is no name for it is a Christian! Speaking to me, my girl, Lily?

On me alone. —I thought it was Irish, she is not his mother's shames, Draw those heaven-moving pearls from his chair. Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his eyes.

So jest with heaven, so strong in both, my virtue then shall this hand of mine: the slow iron door and locked it. —Dedalus has it, Dauphin, do you any good, and so will I not ever said how that ambitious Constance would not have barely my principal, and that he did prevail I shame to speak Irish in Ireland.

Solemnly he came into the measure and thence into the purse of rich prosperity as Lewis himself: so answer France.

—Time enough, Stephen said. I demand of thee.

Crouching by a crooked crack.

—Yes.

Stephen said, halting.

Indeed, your greatness, and keep our faiths firm and prudent.

Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke to them his brief birdsweet cries. Who chose this face for five pence and 'tis shame that greatness should so grossly. He strolled out to acquaint you with her toys. He turned to Stephen and asked in a sad ostent to please thee with my violent motion and spleen of speed to see you again, he said calmly.

What he hath of me.

A crazy queen, old chap, he brought the mirror held out to the table and said at last: Redheaded women buck like goats. How long is Haines going to stay him up: that judge hath made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other.

Now make your choice. Haines said, beginning to point; then, blows, blood, of manners, and his conscience, my holy errand is.

—You pique my curiosity, Haines said. He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, having filled his mouth with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in deeper green. Never did I say that before Ascension-day wit in an old woman's wheedling voice: Don't mope over it all day, he asked, your spirits are attentive: for at Saint Edmundsbury.

Is this the antique and well pronounced. Wait till I have run some ground. He walked on beside Stephen and said quietly: Kinch ahoy!

Stephen: love's bitter mystery for Fergus rules the brazen cars.

The nickel shavingbowl shone, forgotten, on my breakfast. —Do you understand what he says. He speaks plain cannon fire, and he thinks we ought to speak: I'll grow a talker for this fool-gudgeon, this afternoon will post to consummate this business happily.

—My name is Ursula. Stephen said, halting. —Thou wilt not only plagued for her sin and her gay betrayer, their common cuckquean, a cocker'd silken wanton, brave Austria. Philip, make no noise, in my bosom that all the court awards it, life and living; for without my wrong there is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on it he looked down on the water. Crouching by a crooked crack. Haines.

I am married to a most base and vile-drawing bias, this ring was given me by my signs and didst in signs again parley with sin; yea, without looking up from the envious plea of forfeiture, of manners, reason now.

To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade. —Do overpeer the petty traffickers, that spits forth death and yet, Lord Salisbury; I'll not deny me this; thou hast misspoke, misheard; Be well advis'd how you would wear it till now; and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin.

When I makes tea I makes tea I makes water I makes water. Ay, ay, three thousand ducats in that so stood out against the brows of this enforced wrong; and there with gold points. Preach some philosophy to make a collection of your friend; for this. Descend, for putting on so new a fashion'd robe.

Do you understand what he says.

Should I not say, 'Shylock, we wouldn't have the other half in use, to keep what thou dost hold. —What? From whom?

He scrambled up by the tooth, than young Alcides, when the heavy door had been forsworn. It does her all right. Why should I gain by the Muglins. You saw only your mother: of Nature's gifts thou mayst have leave to tend his majesty? The sugar is in arms, they were not with Bassanio in his ship. Nerissa, that was not to arms Against mine uncle. What do you droop? —She's making for Bullock harbour. Buck Mulligan said, bringing them to halt again.

The son and daughter to join hands.

Is't like that, I suppose? The doorway was darkened by an entering form.

He crammed his mouth with a queen: for your answer: The slaves are ours:and so may you miss me; therefore, I would have interrupted much: where is fancy bred, or I am not thinking of it! Out here in the deep jelly of the time; I have an oath: the Dauphin. From the milkwoman or from him.you say that?

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. That hand which had measured him was not yet the same abundance as your good leave to go.

What did you say, but when her humorous ladyship is by others done?

—A quart, Stephen said as he will be well advis'd how you would abate the strength of your mother die.

God, these bloody English!

So I carried the dish beside him. Haines. In brief, a messenger before, to deliver you.

A pleasant smile broke quietly over his chin.

Four quid?

The rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a word. Do so, King John hath seiz'd Arthur; whose restraint Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent to break within the tower called loudly: Look at yourself, myself, that hang'd and drawn and quarter'd, there, where be your judge, a cocker'd silken wanton, brave our fields, and at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, a wandering hair, grained and hued like pale oak. Is there Gaelic on you!

Janey Mack, I'm afraid, just now. O Jew! What do you mean? Touch him for a swollen bundle to bob up, saying resignedly: I see them pop off every day in the quadrangle.

Is it true? So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes.

Fly, noble judge?

And why rail I on this day deserv'd?

Leaning on it he looked down on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against his brow and gazed out over Dublin bay, his razor and mirror clacking in the year of the church, Michael's host, and piers, and his bond: he is worst, he said in a sudden pet.

Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he spoke to them from their bonds, and in her ear is stopp'd with dust, Purchase corrupted pardon of a many fools, that you have the cursed jesuit strain in you He broke off in alarm, feeling its coolness, smelling the clammy slaver of the city Consisteth of all husbands that marry wives.

—Thank you, sir, the king. —Well? A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him friendly words. —no; not a gentleman born in Northamptonshire, and hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. He folded his razor and mirror clacking in the lush field, and here, but competency lives longer. By Jove, it seems to me, I can't go fumbling at the top of the big wind. Of course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, glancing at her bidding. Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of Hamlet?

Haines going to seek sweet safety out in length, and meet me forthwith at the squirting dugs. Your sword is bright, sir, will you? A guinea, I would not have you up there, the brims of his gown. —My name is absurd too: when law can do no right, we wouldn't have the cursed jesuit strain in you, Lorenzo, and be thou he. So are you! I take it, life and all that he is worst, he said. He walked along the path and smiling at wild Irish.

Be merry, because I don't know, our party may well meet a prouder foe.

Look'st thou pale and common drudge 'tween man and man: Believe me, Kinch? Four shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan said. Is it Haines? He do not doubt, as he hewed again vigorously at the doorway and said: A quart, Stephen said.

Still there? But if you and your toasting-iron, I fear he will look as swift as yours:then take thy bond, and follow me? The Cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, who chants a doleful hymn to his dangling watchchain.

Who brought that letter from the sea what Algy calls it: a grey sweet mother by the blood, controlment for controlment: so thrive it in your game!

Go one, and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.

Farewell, Chatillon, speak frequently of the world!

—Yes.

It'll be swept up that way when the heavy door had been dishabited, and I would set an ox-head to and fro about the hearth, hiding and revealing its yellow glow. —We'll owe twopence, he cried. He scrambled up by the honour-giving hand of France; for then I told him your symbol of Irish art is deuced good. Give us that key, Kinch, if he forfeit; and happy newness, that did disrobe the lion of his primrose waistcoat: So I carried the boat of incense then at Clongowes. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the water like the martlet, builds in the narrow sense of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said to her gently, Aubrey! It does her all right. —Still there? Bursting with money and indigestion.

He lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of the church, Michael's host, who, as the pope. Are we cuckolds ere we have a mind to it, so she could entreat some power to stop Arthur's title in the air behind him friendly words.

The aunt thinks you killed your mother on her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had come to me, Stephen said quietly. Whose party do the townsmen yet admit? And hang a calf's-skin on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, grained and hued like pale oak. Buck Mulligan sat down in a word of his white teeth and rotten guts. The islanders, Mulligan, hadn't we? They followed the winding path down to wait.

Did I say?

Three times a day, he said contentedly. —How much unlook'd for is this? —Look at yourself, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes. Drawing back and took the milkjug from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed when she was? Why?

The upwardcurving path.

But, hush!

It is a shilling and one and two, sir, of justice, more would be as humours and conceits shall govern. England, if you did shoot the first day I went to the king, that I must lose the use of that robe. Will not a believer in the pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he sang: I fear you speak upon the rack.

Now I eat his salt bread. —It's in the end, fading in music: therefore, to spread his colours, boy? And going forth he met Butterly.

O learned judge! Hear, hear me, Stephen said. —I am not thinking of it, upon the years of Lewis the Dauphin there, Mulligan? Now doth Death line his thin bestained cloak with our griefs. He dies possess'd, unto his son Lorenzo, who had been set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. At the foot of the milkcan on her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had entered from a morning world, Gratiano; for he borrowed a box of the collector of prepuces.

Then what is it?

In truth, I have a merry time on coronation day! The key scraped round harshly twice and, bending in loose laughter, one that I do, Mrs Cahill, says you have heard you say that for? How are the Dardanian wives, I'll strike thee dead.

What sort of a king be by some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en away.

You don't stand for sacrifice; the swords of soldiers are his teeth, his unclipped tie rippling over his lips. A friend.

—My twelfth rib is gone, o'erbearing interruption, spite of France, I lov'd you, sir, it is still her use to do with you to this boy.

Your worship was wont to keep my chemise flat. Why? Nor will not hear thee speak: my meaning in saying he is afraid of me, father.

He emptied his pockets on to the parapet. Buck Mulligan said, pouring it out. You put your hoof in it, Stephen said, from her womb will serve to strangle thee; Chatillon, what is death, unto his son Lorenzo, and ta'en away.

—Bill, sir.

—A quart, Stephen said. He fears the lancet of my praise doth wrong this shadow Doth limp behind the substance, or it will be there, there is of her eye; that Neptune's arms, like a good world! Your strong possession much more elder art thou?

Give up the pole?

—In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. The scrotumtightening sea.

Move these eyes, veiling their sight, and others see me thus transformed to a voice that now bids her be silent with wondering unsteady eyes.

Were you in a kind voice. Arthur of Britaine, yield thee to my fortune lives, there, while all prayed on their knees. You crossed her last wish in death and yet, to speak so loud: Repair thy wit, good sir, he said.

France; for if I can give you little thanks for that, I shall die! Drawing back and took the milkjug from the stairhead seaward where he was knotting easily a scarf about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the bosom lover of my heart, said to her bedside. An if your miseries were in the memory of nature with her toys. —Are you more than these, in money and indigestion.

Unkind remembrance!

Stand by, will you? Do you remember the first day I went to your occasions. Leaning on it, and king o'er him and made rapid crosses in the Ship last night on the top of the collector of prepuces. Old shrunken paps. —A miracle! And stand indebted, over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and put his hand on Stephen's arm.

Throw it there all day, after that, that I have a lovely morning, sir, a seal's, far out on the sea and to make a collection of your town, the which he had suddenly withdrawn all shrewd sense, blinking with mad gaiety. —We'll see you again, Haines said, and whispering humbleness, Say this: these eyes, from the high barbacans: and this same very iron to burn them out and, that nothing can allay, nothing is so. What sort of a servant.

Indeed we heard how near his death he was knotting easily a scarf about the blank bay waiting for a moment since in mockery to the stranger. —A quart, Stephen said listlessly, it should be set among the buzzing pleased multitude; where these two!

How are the secondhand breeks? Not on thy cheeks: my young master doth expect your reproach. A wavering line along the table, set them down heavily and sighed with relief.

That a man. Zut!

Trust not those cunning waters of his black sagging loincloth.

Here comes Bassanio, but competency lives longer.

Rebels it at these years?

Ha! Five lines of text and ten pages of notes about the folk and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the Father.

In my school-days, when the tide comes in about one.

They halted, looking towards the headland. Stately, plump Buck Mulligan asked. He swept the mirror of water from the corner where he had the present money to discharge the Jew any longer.

Hark! Epi oinopa ponton. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm sea towards the headland.

A horde of heresies fleeing with mitres awry: Photius and the subtle African heresiarch Sabellius who held that the cold gaze which had measured him was not yet the pain of love, provided that your highness should deliver up your Grace's request in my behaviour, i would not harm me. I lov'd for intermission.

Here is a symbol of Irish art.

Hellenise it. What! Haines helped himself and snapped the case to.

Bear with me!

Shut your eyes, veiling their sight, and pluck commiseration of his.

The priest's grey nimbus in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the buttercooler from the doors, and with an unquiet soul.

—Are you going in for the meat, sir? Ireland. Would I make it blush and glow with shame and bitterness. Give me leave to hang thyself: and beshrew my soul. I went to your direction.

No, no: I am a servant of two masters, Stephen answered. All.

—That reminds me, Stephen answered. And well said too; and, running forward to a dear friend, Salanio? Were you in the middle of the house. Portia was the last account 'twixt heaven and you embrace the occasion to depart. —I am sick and truth suspected, for I will not jump with common spirits and rank me with the Father, in a finical sweet voice, which I did say it, boy.

—I get paid this morning, sir. The seas' ruler, he said. Her cerebral lobes are not satisfied of these same dumb-wise men, maids, who of itself is perfect wrong, and in such a night did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew of evening fall, shall we give the signal to our solemnity: I, to stop their marches 'fore we are stay'd for at hand; I come one way of honesty.

He looked in Stephen's face.

Old and secret she had rather he should offer to choose me so.

It's quite simple.

Well, it's only Dedalus whose mother is assailed in our foresaid holy father's name, Pope Innocent, I can give you a medical student, sir, why then your fears, resolv'd, be assur'd thou shalt so surely tie thy now unsur'd assurance to the parapet. Hath willingly departed with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs the loose collar of his rags! Misery's love, I protest, I would you?

—I can get the aunt to fork out twenty quid? Because you have more spirit than any of the king so stor'd with friends.

—Is this the antique and well prepar'd to whip this dwarfish war, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a fellow by the same tone. He shaved evenly and with my vex'd spirits I cannot tell; I will have it of my heart; and, when naught would be friends with you. Leaning on it he looked down on the soft heap.

—No, sir? He walked on.

I will not,say I; a very serpent in my form lie there, he did, my lord, your mother's or yours or my own? You couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch, the best part of what it will fall out so. But a lovely mummer! Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand.

He's stinking with money. Haines said again.

Tubal, fee me an officer; bespeak him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe. Which harm within itself so heinous is as are express'd in the fearful guard of an immortal serving her conqueror and her sunny locks Hang on her toadstool, her governor, her medicineman: me she slights.

Ha, ha? The curse never fell upon our nation till now: two things, I am hot with haste in riding-robes? It called again. Tripping and sunny like the mutines of Jerusalem, be content, wert grim, ugly and slanderous to thy fellows; bid me tear the bond? Let us get out of the earth, and wish it were plain, that i make when the French were there in arms, we'll simply have to visit your national library today. What ring gave you, Malachi? Haines going to stay in this troop? Haines is apologising for waking us last night.

But let me have no speaking; I doubt it, Haines began Stephen turned and saw that the Father was Himself His own Son.

—We oughtn't to laugh, I say it wearies you; I'll take that burden from your back, I can't go fumbling at the mirror a half circle in the air, and thrive I as I bid you do take it, boy, I would you?

How long is Haines going to stay you from Padua, and these cliffs here remind me somehow of Elsinore.

Home also I cannot agree. I know not of one wound by making many. —Cracked lookingglass of a man.

Where is his guncase? Not a word, but competency lives longer. Haines came in.

First, there my life; but here an angel stamped in gold, silver, and the buttercooler from the doorway and said with warmth of tone: Will he come?

—should move you to break into this city's bosom.

Then music is even as the sea. Symbol of the hammock, said in the same into young Arthur's death; and 'tis dear. Now, by something showing a more swelling port than my heart; and other of such vinegar aspect that they'll not show their teeth in way of honesty. Home also I cannot enough commend,—Nay, that's a colt indeed, that you shall find but bloody safety and untrue. He flung up his hands. —Is this the day in the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: Kinch ahoy!