#194 A DISTANT VOICE

#194 A DISTANT VOICE

A DISTANT VOICE —I’ll answer it, the professor said, going. —B is parkgate. Good. His finger leaped and struck point after point, vibrating. —T is viceregal lodge. C is where murder took place. K is Knockmaroon gate. The loose flesh of his neck shook like a cock’s...
#193 THE GREAT GALLAHER

#193 THE GREAT GALLAHER

THE GREAT GALLAHER —You can do it, Myles Crawford repeated, clenching his hand in emphasis. Wait a minute. We’ll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher used to say when he was on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the Clarence. Gallaher, that was a pressman for...
#192 YOU CAN DO IT!

#192 YOU CAN DO IT!

“YOU CAN DO IT!” The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen’s shoulder. —I want you to write something for me, he said. Something with a bite in it. You can do it. I see it in your face. In the lexicon of youth … See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle...
#191 OMNIUM GATHERUM

#191 OMNIUM GATHERUM

OMNIUM GATHERUM —We were only thinking about it, Stephen said. —All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Law, the classics… —The turf, Lenehan put in. —Literature, the press. —If Bloom were here, the professor said. The gentle art of advertisement. —And Madam Bloom, Mr...
#190 LENEHAN’S LIMERICK

#190 LENEHAN’S LIMERICK

LENEHAN’S LIMERICK There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh Who wears goggles of ebony hue. As he mostly sees double To wear them why trouble? I can't see the Joe Miller. Can you? In mourning for Sallust, Mulligan says. Whose mother is beastly dead. Myles Crawford crammed...
#189 KYRIE ELEISON!

#189 KYRIE ELEISON!

KYRIE ELEISON! A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips. —The Greek! he said again. Kyrios! Shining word! The vowels the Semite and the Saxon know not. Kyrie! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the...