Ulysses: Chapter 11 Sirens

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• Author: James Joyce

　

BRONZE BY GOLD HEARD THE HOOFIRONS, STEELYRINING IMPERthnthn thnthnthn.


Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. Horrid! And gold flushed more.

A husky fifenote blew.

Blew. Blue bloom is on the

Gold pinnacled hair.

A jumping rose on satiny breasts of satin, rose of Castille.

Trilling, trilling: I dolores.

Peep! Who's in the... peepofgold?

Tink cried to bronze in pity.

And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying call.

Decoy. Soft word. But look! The bright stars fade. O rose! Notes chirruping answer.

Castille. The morn is breaking.

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.

Coin rang. Clock clacked.

Avowal. Sonnez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. La cloche! Thigh

smack. Avowal. Warm. Sweetheart, goodbye!

Jingle. Bloo.

Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum.

A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.

Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now.

Horn. Hawhorn.

When first he saw. Alas!

Full tup. Full throb.

Warbling. Ah, lure! Alluring.

Martha! Come!

Clapclop. Clipclap. Clappyclap.

Goodgod henev erheard inall.

Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.

A moonlight nightcall: far: far.

I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.

Listen!

The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each and for other plash and silent

roar.

Pearls: when she. Liszt's rhapsodies. Hissss.

You don't?

Did not: no, no: believe: Lidlyd. With a cock with a carra.

Black.

Deepsounding. Do, Ben, do.

Wait while you wait. Hee hee. Wait while you hee.

But wait!

Low in dark middle earth. Embedded ore.

Naminedamine. All gone. All fallen.

Tiny, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair.

Amen! He gnashed in fury.

Fro. To, fro. A baton cool protruding.

Bronzelydia by Minagold.

By bronze, by gold, in oceangreen of shadow. Bloom. Old Bloom.

One rapped, one tapped with a carra, with a cock.

Pray for him! Pray, good people!

His gouty fingers nakkering.

Big Benaben. Big Benben.

Last rose Castille of summer left bloom I feel so sad alone. Pwee! Little wind piped

wee.

True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift your tschink with

tschunk.

Fff! Oo!

Where bronze from anear? Where gold from afar? Where hoofs?

Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraandl.

Then, not till then. My eppripfftaph. Be pfrwritt.

Done.

Begin!

Bronze by gold, Miss Douce's head by Miss Kennedy's head, over the crossblind of the

Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing steel.

-- Is that her? asked Miss Kennedy.

Miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil.

-- Exquisite contrast, Miss Kennedy said.

When all agog Miss Douce said eagerly:

-- Look at the fellow in the tall silk.

-- Who? Where? gold asked more eagerly.

-- In the second carriage, Miss Douce's wet lips said, laughing in the sun. He's

looking. Mind till I see.

She darted, bronze, to the backmost corner, flattening her face against the pane in a

halo of hurried breath.

Her wet lips tittered:

-- He's killed looking back.

She laughed:

-- O wept! Aren't men frightful idiots?

With sadness.

Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear.

Sauntering sadly, gold no more, she twisted twined a hair. Sadly she twined in sauntering

gold hair behind a curving ear.

-- It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said.

A man.

Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes, bearing in his breast the sweets of sin, by Wine's

antiques in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for

Raoul.

The boots to them, them in the bar, them barmaids came. For them unheeding him he

banged on the counter his tray of chattering china. And

-- There's your teas, he said.

Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe

from eyes, low.

-- What is it? loud boots unmannerly asked.

-- Find out, Miss Douce retorted, leaving her spyingpoint.

-- Your beau, is it?

A haughty bronze replied:

-- I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear any more of your impertinent

insolence.

-- I mperthnthn thnthnthn, bootsnout sniffed rudely, as he retreated as she threatened

as he had come.

Bloom.

On her flower frowning Miss Douce said:

-- Most aggravating that young brat is. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his

ear for him a yard long.

Ladylike in exquisite contrast.

-- Take no notice, Miss Kennedy rejoined.

She poured in a teacup tea, then back in the teapot tea. They cowered under their reef

of counter, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting for their teas to draw. They

pawed their blouses, both of black satin, two and nine a yard, waiting for their teas to

draw, and two and seven.

Yes, bronze from anear, by gold from afar, heard steel from anear, hoofs ring from

afar, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel.

-- Am I awfully sunburnt?

Miss Bronze unbloused her neck.

-- No, said Miss Kennedy. It gets brown after. Did you try the borax with the cherry

laurel water?

Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock

and claret glasses shimmered and in their midst a shell.

-- And leave it to my hands, she said.

-- Try it with the glycerine, Miss Kennedy advised.

Bidding her neck and hands adieu Miss Douce

-- Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. I asked that old fogey in

Boyd's for something for my skin.

Miss Kennedy, pouring now fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed:

-- O, don't remind me of him for mercy'sake!

-- But wait till I tell you, Miss Douce entreated.

Sweet tea Miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with little

fingers.

-- No, don't, she cried.

-- I won't listen, she cried.

But Bloom?

Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone:

-- For your what? says he.

Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, to speak: but said, but prayed again:

-- Don't let me think of him or I'll expire. The hideous old wretch! That night in the

Antient Concert Rooms.

She sipped distastefully her brew, hot tea, a sip, sipped sweet tea.

-- Here he was, Miss Douce said, cocking her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her

nosewings. Hufa! Hufa!

Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from Miss Kennedy's throat. Miss Douce huffed and

snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a shout in quest.

-- O! shrieking, Miss Kennedy cried. Will you ever forget bis goggle eye?

Miss Douce chimed in in deep bronze laughter, shouting:

-- And your other eye!

Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Why do I always think Figather?

Gathering figs I think. And Prosper Lor

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