Thenhewonderedatthevaguenessofhiswonder，attheremotenessofhisownsoulfromwhathehadhithertoimaginedhersanctuary，atthefrailholdwhichsomanyyearsoforderandobediencehadofhimwhenonceadefiniteandirrevocableactofhisthreatenedtoendforever，intimeandineternity，hisfreedom。Thevoiceofthedirectorurginguponhimtheproudclaimsofthechurchandthemysteryandpowerofthepriestlyofficerepeateditselfidlyinhismemory。Hissoulwasnottheretohearandgreetitandheknewnowthattheexhortationhehadlistenedtohadalreadyfallenintoanidleformaltale。Hewouldneverswingthethuriblebeforethetabernacleaspriest。Hisdestinywastobeelusiveofsocialorreligiousorders。Thewisdomofthepriest\'sappealdidnottouchhimtothequick。Hewasdestinedtolearnhisownwisdomapartfromothersortolearnthewisdomofothershimselfwanderingamongthesnaresoftheworld。
Thesnaresoftheworldwereitswaysofsin。Hewouldfall。Hehadnotyetfallenbuthewouldfallsilently，inaninstant。Nottofallwastoohard，toohard；andhefeltthesilentlapseofhissoul，asitwouldbeatsomeinstanttocome，falling，falling，butnotyetfallen，stillunfallen，butabouttofall。
HecrossedthebridgeoverthestreamoftheTolkaandturnedhiseyescoldlyforaninstanttowardsthefadedblueshrineoftheBlessedVirginwhichstoodfowl-wiseonapoleinthemiddleofaham-shapedencampmentofpoorcottages。Then，bendingtotheleft，hefollowedthelanewhichleduptohishouse。Thefaintdourstinkofrottedcabbagescametowardshimfromthekitchengardensontherisinggroundabovetheriver。Hesmiledtothinkthatitwasthisdisorder，themisruleandconfusionofhisfather\'shouseandthestagnationofvegetablelife，whichwastowinthedayinhissoul。Thenashortlaughbrokefromhislipsashethoughtofthatsolitaryfarmhandinthekitchengardensbehindtheirhousewhomtheyhadnicknamedthemanwiththehat。Asecondlaugh，takingrisefromthefirstafterapause，brokefromhiminvoluntarilyashethoughtofhowthemanwiththehatworked，consideringinturnthefourpointsoftheskyandthenregretfullyplunginghisspadeintheearth。
Hepushedopenthelatchlessdooroftheporchandpassedthroughthenakedhallwayintothekitchen。Agroupofhisbrothersandsisterswassittingroundthetable。Teawasnearlyoverandonlythelastofthesecondwateredtearemainedinthebottomsofthesmallglassjarsandjampotswhichdidserviceforteacups。Discardedcrustsandlumpsofsugaredbread，turnedbrownbytheteawhichhadbeenpouredoverthem，layscatteredonthetable。Littlewellsoftealayhereandthereontheboard，andaknifewithabrokenivoryhandlewasstuckthroughthepithofaravagedturnover。
Thesadquietgrey-blueglowofthedyingdaycamethroughthewindowandtheopendoor，coveringoverandallayingquietlyasuddeninstinctofremorseinStephen\'sheart。Allthathadbeendeniedthemhadbeenfreelygiventohim，theeldest；butthequietglowofeveningshowedhimintheirfacesnosignofrancour。
Hesatnearthematthetableandaskedwherehisfatherandmotherwere。Oneanswered:——
Goneborotoborolookboroatboroaborohouseboro。
Stillanotherremoval!AboynamedFalloninBelvederehadoftenaskedhimwithasillylaughwhytheymovedsooften。Afrownofscorndarkenedquicklyhisforeheadasheheardagainthesillylaughofthequestioner。
Heasked:——
Whyareweonthemoveagainifit\'safairquestion？——
Becauseborotheborolandborolordborowillboroputborousborooutboro。
ThevoiceofhisyoungestbrotherfromthefarthersideofthefireplacebegantosingtheairOftintheStillyNight。Onebyonetheotherstookuptheairuntilafullchoirofvoiceswassinging。Theywouldsingsoforhours，melodyaftermelody，gleeafterglee，tillthelastpalelightdieddownonthehorizon，tillthefirstdarknightcloudscameforthandnightfell。
Hewaitedforsomemoments，listening，beforehetootookuptheairwiththem。Hewaslisteningwithpainofspirittotheovertoneofwearinessbehindtheirfrailfreshinnocentvoices。Evenbeforetheysetoutonlife\'sjourneytheyseemedwearyalreadyoftheway。
Heheardthechoirofvoicesinthekitchenechoedandmultipliedthroughanendlessreverberationofthechoirsofendlessgenerationsofchildrenandheardinalltheechoesanechoalsooftherecurringnoteofwearinessandpain。Allseemedwearyoflifeevenbeforeenteringuponit。AndherememberedthatNewmanhadheardthisnotealsointhebrokenlinesofVirgil，givingutterance，likethevoiceofNatureherselftothatpainandwearinessyethopeofbetterthingswhichhasbeentheexperienceofherchildrenineverytime。
Hecouldwaitnolonger。
FromthedoorofByron\'spublic-housetothegateofClontarfChapel，fromthegateofClontailChapeltothedoorofByron\'spublic-houseandthenbackagaintothechapelandthenbackagaintothepublic-househehadpacedslowlyatfirst，plantinghisstepsscrupulouslyinthespacesofthepatchworkofthefootpath，thentimingtheirfalltothefallofverses。AfullhourhadpassedsincehisfatherhadgoneinwithDanCrosby，thetutor，tofindoutforhimsomethingabouttheuniversity。Forafullhourhehadpacedupanddown，waiting:buthecouldwaitnolonger。
HesetoffabruptlyfortheBull，walkingrapidlylesthisfather\'sshrillwhistlemightcallhimback；andinafewmomentshehadroundedthecurveatthepolicebarrackandwassafe。
Yes，hismotherwashostiletotheidea，ashehadreadfromherlistlesssilence。Yethermistrustprickedhimmorekeenlythanhisfather\'sprideandhethoughtcoldlyhowhehadwatchedthefaithwhichwasfadingdowninhissoulageingandstrengtheninginhereyes。Adimantagonismgatheredforcewithinhimanddarkenedhismindasacloudagainstherdisloyaltyandwhenitpassed，cloud-like，leavinghismindsereneanddutifultowardsheragain，hewasmadeawaredimlyandwithoutregretofafirstnoiselesssunderingoftheirlives。
Theuniversity!Sohehadpassedbeyondthechallengeofthesentrieswhohadstoodasguardiansofhisboyhoodandhadsoughttokeephimamongthemthathemightbesubjecttothemandservetheirends。Prideaftersatisfactionupliftedhimlikelongslowwaves。Theendhehadbeenborntoserveyetdidnotseehadledhimtoescapebyanunseenpathandnowitbeckonedtohimoncemoreandanewadventurewasabouttobeopenedtohim。Itseemedtohimthatheheardnotesoffitfulmusicleapingupwardsatoneanddownwardsadiminishedfourth，upwardsatoneanddownwardsamajorthird，liketriple-branchingflamesleapingfitfully，flameafterflame，outofamidnightwood。Itwasanelfinprelude，endlessandformless；
and，asitgrewwilderandfaster，theflamesleapingoutoftime，heseemedtohearfromundertheboughsandgrasseswildcreaturesracing，theirfeetpatteringlikerainupontheleaves。Theirfeetpassedinpatteringtumultoverhismind，thefeetofharesandrabbits，thefeetofhartsandhindsandantelopes，untilheheardthemnomoreandrememberedonlyaproudcadencefromNewman:——
Whosefeetareasthefeetofhartsandunderneaththeeverlastingarms。
Theprideofthatdimimagebroughtbacktohismindthedignityoftheofficehehadrefused。Allthroughhisboyhoodhehadmuseduponthatwhichhehadsooftenthoughttobehisdestinyandwhenthemomenthadcomeforhimtoobeythecallhehadturnedaside，obeyingawaywardinstinct。
Nowtimelaybetween:theoilsofordinationwouldneveranointhisbody。
Hehadrefused。Why？
HeturnedseawardfromtheroadatDollymountandashepassedontothethinwoodenbridgehefelttheplanksshakingwiththetrampofheavilyshodfeet。AsquadofchristianbrotherswasonitswaybackfromtheBullandhadbeguntopass，twobytwo，acrossthebridge。Soonthewholebridgewastremblingandresounding。Theuncouthfacespassedhimtwobytwo，stainedyelloworredorlividbythesea，and，ashestrovetolookatthemwitheaseandindifference，afaintstainofpersonalshameandcommiserationrosetohisownface。Angrywithhimselfhetriedtohidehisfacefromtheireyesbygazingdownsidewaysintotheshallowswirlingwaterunderthebridgebuthestillsawareflectionthereinoftheirtop-heavysilkhatsandhumbletape-likecollarsandloosely-hangingclericalclothes——
BrotherHickey。
BrotherQuaid。
BrotherMacArdle。
BrotherKeogh——
Theirpietywouldbeliketheirnames，liketheirfaces，liketheirclothes，anditwasidleforhimtotellhimselfthattheirhumbleandcontritehearts，itmightbe，paidafarrichertributeofdevotionthanhishadeverbeen，agifttenfoldmoreacceptablethanhiselaborateadoration。
Itwasidleforhimtomovehimselftobegeneroustowardsthem，totellhimselfthatifheevercametotheirgates，strippedofhispride，beatenandinbeggar\'sweeds，thattheywouldbegeneroustowardshim，lovinghimasthemselves。Idleandembittering，finally，toargue，againsthisowndispassionatecertitude，thatthecommandmentoflovebadeusnottoloveourneighbourasourselveswiththesameamountandintensityoflovebuttolovehimasourselveswiththesamekindoflove。
Hedrewforthaphrasefromhistreasureandspokeitsoftlytohimself:——
Adayofdappledseaborneclouds。
Thephraseandthedayandthesceneharmonizedinachord。Words。Wasittheircolours？Heallowedthemtoglowandfade，hueafterhue:sunrisegold，therussetandgreenofappleorchards，azureofwaves，thegrey-fringedfleeceofclouds。No，itwasnottheircolours:itwasthepoiseandbalanceoftheperioditself。Didhethenlovetherhythmicriseandfallofwordsbetterthantheirassociationsoflegendandcolour？Orwasitthat，beingasweakofsightashewasshyofmind，hedrewlesspleasurefromthereflectionoftheglowingsensibleworldthroughtheprismofalanguagemany-colouredandrichlystoriedthanfromthecontemplationofaninnerworldofindividualemotionsmirroredperfectlyinalucidsuppleperiodicprose？
Hepassedfromthetremblingbridgeontofirmlandagain。Atthatinstant，asitseemedtohim，theairwaschilledand，lookingaskancetowardsthewater，hesawaflyingsqualldarkeningandcrispingsuddenlythetide。
Afaintclickathisheart，afaintthrobinhisthroattoldhimoncemoreofhowhisfleshdreadedthecoldinfrahumanodourofthesea；yethedidnotstrikeacrossthedownsonhisleftbutheldstraightonalongthespineofrocksthatpointedagainsttheriver\'smouth。
Aveiledsunlightlitupfaintlythegreysheetofwaterwheretheriverwasembayed。Inthedistancealongthecourseoftheslow-flowingLiffeyslendermastsfleckedtheskyand，moredistantstill，thedimfabricofthecitylayproneinhaze。Likeasceneonsomevaguearras，oldasman\'sweariness，theimageoftheseventhcityofchristendomwasvisibletohimacrossthetimelessair，nooldernormorewearynorlesspatientofsubjectionthaninthedaysofthethingmote。
Disheartened，heraisedhiseyestowardstheslow-driftingclouds，dappledandseaborne。Theywerevoyagingacrossthedesertsofthesky，ahostofnomadsonthemarch，voyaginghighoverIreland，westwardbound。TheEuropetheyhadcomefromlayouttherebeyondtheIrishSea，Europeofstrangetonguesandvalleyedandwoodbegirtandcitadelledandofentrenchedandmarshalledraces。Heheardaconfusedmusicwithinhimasofmemoriesandnameswhichhewasalmostconsciousofbutcouldnotcaptureevenforaninstant；thenthemusicseemedtorecede，torecede，torecede，andfromeachrecedingtrailofnebulousmusictherefellalwaysonelongdrawncallingnote，piercinglikeastartheduskofsilence。Again!Again!Again!
Avoicefrombeyondtheworldwascalling——
Hello，Stephanos!——
HerecomesTheDedalus!——
Ao!Eh，giveitover，Dwyer，I\'mtellingyou，orI\'llgiveyouastuffinthekisserforyourselfAo!——
Goodman，Towser!Duckhim!——
Comealong，Dedalus!BousStephanoumenos!BousStephaneforos!——
Duckhim!Guzzlehimnow，Towser!——
Help!Help!Ao!
Herecognizedtheirspeechcollectivelybeforehedistinguishedtheirfaces。Themeresightofthatmedleyofwetnakednesschilledhimtothebone。Theirbodies，corpse-whiteorsuffusedwithapallidgoldenlightorrawlytannedbythesun，gleamedwiththewetofthesea。Theirdiving-stone，poisedonitsrudesupportsandrockingundertheirplunges，andtherough-hewnstonesoftheslopingbreakwateroverwhichtheyscrambledintheirhorseplaygleamedwithcoldwetlustre。Thetowelswithwhichtheysmackedtheirbodieswereheavywithcoldseawater；anddrenchedwithcoldbrinewastheirmattedhair。
Hestoodstillindeferencetotheircallsandparriedtheirbanterwitheasywords。Howcharacterlesstheylooked:Shuleywithouthisdeepunbuttonedcollar，Enniswithouthisscarletbeltwiththesnakyclasp，andConnollywithouthisNorfolkcoatwiththeflaplessside-pockets!Itwasapaintoseethem，andasword-likepaintoseethesignsofadolescencethatmaderepellenttheirpitiablenakedness。Perhapstheyhadtakenrefugeinnumberandnoisefromthesecretdreadintheirsouls。Buthe，apartfromthemandinsilence，rememberedinwhatdreadhestoodofthemysteryofhisownbody——
StephanosDedalos!BousStephanoumenos!BousStephaneforos!
Theirbanterwasnotnewtohimandnowitflatteredhismildproudsovereignty。Now，asneverbefore，hisstrangenameseemedtohimaprophecy。
Sotimelessseemedthegreywarmair，sofluidandimpersonalhisownmood，thatallageswereasonetohim。AmomentbeforetheghostoftheancientkingdomoftheDaneshadlookedforththroughthevestureofthehazewrappedCity。Now，atthenameofthefabulousartificer，heseemedtohearthenoiseofdimwavesandtoseeawingedformflyingabovethewavesandslowlyclimbingtheair。Whatdiditmean？Wasitaquaintdeviceopeningapageofsomemedievalbookofpropheciesandsymbols，ahawk-likemanflyingsunwardabovethesea，aprophecyoftheendhehadbeenborntoserveandhadbeenfollowingthroughthemistsofchildhoodandboyhood，asymboloftheartistforginganewinhisworkshopoutofthesluggishmatteroftheearthanewsoaringimpalpableimperishablebeing？
Hishearttrembled；hisbreathcamefasterandawildspiritpassedoverhislimbsasthoughhewassoaringsunward。Hishearttrembledinanecstasyoffearandhissoulwasinflight。Hissoulwassoaringinanairbeyondtheworldandthebodyheknewwaspurifiedinabreathanddeliveredofincertitudeandmaderadiantandcommingledwiththeelementofthespirit。Anecstasyofflightmaderadianthiseyesandwildhisbreathandtremulousandwildandradianthiswindsweptlimbs——
One!Two!Lookout!——
Oh，Cripes，I\'mdrownded!——
One!Two!Threeandaway!——
Thenext!Thenext!——
One!UK!——
Stephaneforos!
Histhroatachedwithadesiretocryaloud，thecryofahawkoreagleonhigh，tocrypiercinglyofhisdeliverancetothewinds。Thiswasthecalloflifetohissoulnotthedullgrossvoiceoftheworldofdutiesanddespair，nottheinhumanvoicethathadcalledhimtothepaleserviceofthealtar。Aninstantofwildflighthaddeliveredhimandthecryoftriumphwhichhislipswithheldclefthisbrain——
Stephaneforos!
Whatweretheynowbutcerementsshakenfromthebodyofdeath-thefearhehadwalkedinnightandday，theincertitudethathadringedhimround，theshamethathadabasedhimwithinandwithout-cerements，thelinensofthegrave？
Hissoulhadarisenfromthegraveofboyhood，spurninghergrave-clothes。
Yes!Yes!Yes!Hewouldcreateproudlyoutofthefreedomandpowerofhissoul，asthegreatartificerwhosenamehebore，alivingthing，newandsoaringandbeautiful，impalpable，imperishable。
Hestartedupnervouslyfromthestone-blockforhecouldnolongerquenchtheflameinhisblood。Hefelthischeeksaflameandhisthroatthrobbingwithsong。Therewasalustofwanderinginhisfeetthatburnedtosetoutfortheendsoftheearth。On!On!hisheartseemedtocry。
Eveningwoulddeepenabovethesea，nightfallupontheplains，dawnglimmerbeforethewandererandshowhimstrangefieldsandhillsandfaces。Where？
HelookednorthwardtowardsHowth。Theseahadfallenbelowtheline0ofseawrackontheshallowsideofthebreakwaterandalreadythetidewasrunningoutfastalongtheforeshore。Alreadyonelongovalbankofsandlaywarmanddryamidthewavelets。Hereandtherewarmislesofsandgleamedabovetheshallowtideandabouttheislesandaroundthelongbankandamidtheshallowcurrentsofthebeachwerelightcladfigures，wadinganddelving。
Incafewmomentshewasbarefoot，hisstockingsfoldedinhispocketsandhiscanvasshoesdanglingbytheirknottedlacesoverhisshouldersand，pickingapointedsalt-eatenstickoutofthejetsamamongtherocks，heclambereddowntheslopeofthebreakwater。
Therewasalongrivuletinthestrandand，ashewadedslowlyupitscourse，hewonderedattheendlessdriftofseaweed。Emeraldandblackandrussetandolive，itmovedbeneaththecurrent，swayingandturning。
Thewateroftherivuletwasdarkwithendlessdriftandmirroredthehigh-driftingclouds。Thecloudsweredriftingabovehimsilentlyandsilentlytheseatanglewasdriftingbelowhimandthegreywarmairwasstillandanewwildlifewassinginginhisveins。
Wherewashisboyhoodnow？Wherewasthesoulthathadhungbackfromherdestiny，tobroodaloneupontheshameofherwoundsandinherhouseofsqualorandsubterfugetoqueenitinfadedcerementsandinwreathsthatwitheredatthetouch？Orwherewashe？
Hewasalone。Hewasunheeded，happyandneartothewildheartoflife。
Hewasaloneandyoungandwilfulandwildhearted，aloneamidawasteofwildairandbrackishwatersandthesea-harvestofshellsandtangleandveiledgreysunlightandgaycladlightcladfiguresofchildrenandgirlsandvoiceschildishandgirlishintheair。
Agirlstoodbeforehiminmidstream，aloneandstill，gazingouttosea。Sheseemedlikeonewhommagichadchangedintothelikenessofastrangeandbeautifulseabird。Herlongslenderbarelegsweredelicateasacrane\'sandpuresavewhereanemeraldtrailofseaweedhadfashioneditselfasasignupontheflesh。Herthighs，fullerandsoft-huedasivory，werebaredalmosttothehips，wherethewhitefringesofherdrawerswerelikefeatheringofsoftwhitedown。Herslate-blueskirtswerekiltedboldlyaboutherwaistanddovetailedbehindher。Herbosomwasasabird\'s，softandslight，slightandsoftasthebreastofsomedark-plumageddove。Butherlongfairhairwasgirlish:andgirlish，andtouchedwiththewonderofmortalbeauty，herface。
Shewasaloneandstill，gazingouttosea；andwhenshefelthispresenceandtheworshipofhiseyeshereyesturnedtohiminquietsufferanceofhisgaze，withoutshameorwantonness。Long，longshesufferedhisgazeandthenquietlywithdrewhereyesfromhisandbentthemtowardsthestream，gentlystirringthewaterwithherfoothitherandthither。Thefirstfaintnoiseofgentlymovingwaterbrokethesilence，lowandfaintandwhispering，faintasthebellsofsleep；hitherandthither，hitherandthither；andafaintflametrembledonhercheek——
HeavenlyGod!criedStephen\'ssoul，inanoutburstofprofanejoy。
Heturnedawayfromhersuddenlyandsetoffacrossthestrand。Hischeekswereaflame；hisbodywasaglow；hislimbsweretrembling。Onandonandonandonhestrode，faroutoverthesands，singingwildlytothesea，cryingtogreettheadventofthelifethathadcriedtohim。
Herimagehadpassedintohissoulforeverandnowordhadbrokentheholysilenceofhisecstasy。Hereyeshadcalledhimandhissoulhadleapedatthecall。Tolive，toerr，tofall，totriumph，torecreatelifeoutoflife!Awildangelhadappearedtohim，theangelofmortalyouthandbeauty，anenvoyfromthefaircourtsoflife，tothrowopenbeforehiminaninstantofecstasythegatesofallthewaysoferrorandglory。
Onandonandonandon!
Hehaltedsuddenlyandheardhisheartinthesilence。Howfarhadhewalked？Whathourwasit？
Therewasnohumanfigurenearhimnoranysoundbornetohimovertheair。Butthetidewasneartheturnandalreadythedaywasonthewane。
Heturnedlandwardandrantowardstheshoreand，runninguptheslopingbeach，recklessofthesharpshingle，foundasandynookamidaringoftuftedsandknollsandlaydowntherethatthepeaceandsilenceoftheeveningmightstilltheriotofhisblood。
Hefeltabovehimthevastindifferentdomeandthecalmprocessesoftheheavenlybodies；andtheearthbeneathhim，theearththathadbornehim，hadtakenhimtoherbreast。
Heclosedhiseyesinthelanguorofsleep。Hiseyelidstrembledasiftheyfeltthevastcyclicmovementoftheearthandherwatchers，trembledasiftheyfeltthestrangelightofsomenewworld。Hissoulwasswooningintosomenewworld，fantastic，dim，uncertainasundersea，traversedbycloudyshapesandbeings。Aworld，aglimmeroraflower？Glimmeringandtrembling，tremblingandunfolding，abreakinglight，anopeningflower，itspreadinendlesssuccessiontoitself，breakinginfullcrimsonandunfoldingandfadingtopalestrose，leafbyleafandwaveoflightbywaveoflight，floodingalltheheavenswithitssoftflushes，everyflushdeeperthantheother。
Eveninghadfallenwhenhewokeandthesandandaridgrassesofhisbedglowednolonger。Heroseslowlyand，recallingtheraptureofhissleep，sighedatitsjoy。
Heclimbedtothecrestofthesandhillandgazedabouthim。Eveninghadfallen。Arimoftheyoungmooncleftthepalewasteofskyline，therimofasilverhoopembeddedingreysand；andthetidewasflowinginfasttothelandwithalowwhisperofherwaves，islandingafewlastfiguresindistantpools。
Chapter5Hedrainedhisthirdcupofwateryteatothedregsandsettochewingthecrustsoffriedbreadthatwerescatterednearhim，staringintothedarkpoolofthejar。Theyellowdrippinghadbeenscoopedoutlikeabogholeandthepoolunderitbroughtbacktohismemorythedarkturf-colouredwaterofthebathinClongowes。Theboxofpawnticketsathiselbowhadjustbeenrifledandhetookupidlyoneafteranotherinhisgreasyfingerstheblueandwhitedockets，scrawledandsandedandcreasedandbearingthenameofthepledgerasDalyorMacEvoy。
1PairBuskins。
1D。Coat。
3ArticlesandWhite。
1Man\'sPants。
Thenheputthemasideandgazedthoughtfullyatthelidofthebox，speckledwithlousemarks，andaskedvaguely:——
Howmuchistheclockfastnow？
Hismotherstraightenedthebatteredalarmclockthatwaslyingonitssideinthemiddleofthemantelpieceuntilitsdialshowedaquartertotwelveandthenlaiditoncemoreonitsside——
Anhourandtwenty-fiveminutes，shesaid。Therighttimenowistwentypastten。Thedearknowsyoumighttrytobeintimeforyourlectures——
Fillouttheplaceformetowash，saidStephen——
Katey，fillouttheplaceforStephentowash——
Boody，fillouttheplaceforStephentowash——
Ican\'t，I\'mgoingforblue。Fillitout，you，Maggy。
Whentheenamelledbasinhadbeenfittedintothewellofthesinkandtheoldwashinggloveflungonthesideofitheallowedhismothertoscrubhisneckandrootintothefoldsofhisearsandintotheintersticesatthewingsofhisnose——
Well，it\'sapoorcase，shesaid，whenauniversitystudentissodirtythathismotherhastowashhim——
Butitgivesyoupleasure，saidStephencalmly。
Anear-splittingwhistlewasheardfromupstairsandhismotherthrustadampoverallintohishands，saying:——
Dryyourselfandhurryoutfortheloveofgoodness。
Asecondshrillwhistle，prolongedangrily，broughtoneofthegirlstothefootofthestaircase——
Yes，father？——
Isyourlazybitchofabrothergoneoutyet？——
Yes，father——
Sure？——
Yes，father——
Hm!
Thegirlcameback，makingsignstohimtobequickandgooutquietlybytheback。Stephenlaughedandsaid:——
Hehasacuriousideaofgendersifhethinksabitchismasculine——
Ah，it\'sascandalousshameforyou，Stephen，saidhismother，andyou\'lllivetoruethedayyousetyourfootinthatplace。Iknowhowithaschangedyou——
Goodmorning，everybody，saidStephen，smilingandkissingthetipsofhisfingersinadieu。
Thelanebehindtheterracewaswaterloggedandashewentdownitslowly，choosinghisstepsamidheapsofwetrubbish，heheardamadnunscreechinginthenuns\'
madhousebeyondthewall——
Jesus!OJesus!Jesus!
Heshookthesoundoutofhisearsbyanangrytossofhisheadandhurriedon，stumblingthroughthemoulderingoffal，hisheartalreadybittenbyanacheofloathingandbitterness。Hisfather\'swhistle，hismother\'smutterings，thescreechofanunseenmaniacweretohimnowsomanyvoicesoffendingandthreateningtohumbletheprideofhisyouth。Hedrovetheirechoesevenoutofhisheartwithanexecration；but，ashewalkeddowntheavenueandfeltthegreymorninglightfallingabouthimthroughthedrippingtreesandsmeltthestrangewildsmellofthewetleavesandbark，hissoulwasloosedofhermiseries。
Therain-ladentreesoftheavenueevokedinhim，asalways，memoriesofthegirlsandwomenintheplaysofGerhartHauptmann；andthememoryoftheirpalesorrowsandthefragrancefallingfromthewetbranchesmingledinamoodofquietjoy。Hismorningwalkacrossthecityhadbegun，andheforeknewthatashepassedthesloblandsofFairviewhewouldthinkofthecloistralsilver-veinedproseofNewman；thatashewalkedalongtheNorthStrandRoad，glancingidlyatthewindowsoftheprovisionshops，hewouldrecallthedarkhumourofGuidoCavalcantiandsmile；thatashewentbyBaird\'sstonecuttingworksinTalbotPlacethespiritofIbsenwouldblowthroughhimlikeakeenwind，aspiritofwaywardboyishbeauty；
andthatpassingagrimymarinedealer\'sshopbeyondtheLiffeyhewouldrepeatthesongbyBenJonsonwhichbegins:IwasnotwearierwhereIlay。HismindwhenweariedofitssearchfortheessenceofbeautyamidthespectralwordsofAristotleorAquinasturnedoftenforitspleasuretothedaintysongsoftheElizabethans。Hismind，inthevestureofadoubtingmonk，stoodofteninshadowunderthewindowsofthatage，tohearthegraveandmockingmusicofthelutenistsorthefranklaughterofwaist-coateersuntilalaughtoolow，aphrase，tarnishedbytime，ofchamberingandfalsehonourstunghismonkishprideanddrovehimonfromhislurking-place。
ThelorewhichhewasbelievedtopasshisdaysbroodinguponsothatithadrapthimfromthecompanionshipofyouthwasonlyagarnerofslendersentencesfromAristotle\'spoeticsandpsychologyandaSynopsisPhilosophiaeScholasticaeadmentemdiviThomae。Histhinkingwasaduskofdoubtandself-mistrust，litupatmomentsbythelightningsofintuition，butlightningsofsoclearasplendourthatinthosemomentstheworldperishedabouthisfeetasifithadbeenfire-consumed；andthereafterhistonguegrewheavyandhemettheeyesofotherswithunansweringeyes，forhefeltthatthespiritofbeautyhadfoldedhimroundlikeamantleandthatinreveryatleasthehadbeenacquaintedwithnobility。Butwhenthisbriefprideofsilenceupheldhimnolongerhewasgladtofindhimselfstillinthemidstofcommonlives，passingonhiswayamidthesqualorandnoiseandslothofthecityfearlesslyandwithalightheart。
Nearthehoardingsonthecanalhemettheconsumptivemanwiththedoll\'sfaceandthebrimlesshatcomingtowardshimdowntheslopeofthebridgewithlittlesteps，tightlybuttonedintohischocolateovercoat，andholdinghisfurledumbrellaaspanortwofromhimlikeadiviningrod。Itmustbeeleven，hethought，andpeeredintoadairytoseethetime。Theclockinthedairytoldhimthatitwasfiveminutestofivebut，asheturnedaway，heheardaclocksomewherenearhim，butunseen，beatingelevenstrokesinswiftprecision。HelaughedashehearditforitmadehimthinkofMcCann，andhesawhimasquatfigureinashootingjacketandbreechesandwithafairgoatee，standinginthewindatHopkins\'
corner，andheardhimsay:——
Dedalus，you\'reanantisocialbeing，wrappedupinyourself。I\'mnot。I\'mademocratandI`IlworkandactforsociallibertyandequalityamongallclassesandsexesintheUnitedStatesoftheEuropeofthefuture。
Eleven!Thenhewaslateforthatlecturetoo。Whatdayoftheweekwasit？Hestoppedatanewsagent\'storeadtheheadlineofaplacard。
Thursday。Tentoeleven，English；eleventotwelve，French；twelvetoone，physics。HefanciedtohimselftheEnglishlectureandfelt，evenatthatdistance，restlessandhelpless。Hesawtheheadsofhisclassmatesmeeklybentastheywroteintheirnotebooksthepointstheywerebiddentonote，nominaldefinitions，essentialdefinitionsandexamplesordatesofbirthordeath，chiefworks，afavourableandanunfavourablecriticismsidebyside。Hisownheadwasunbentforhisthoughtswanderedabroadandwhetherhelookedaroundthelittleclassofstudentsoroutofthewindowacrossthedesolategardensofthegreenanodourassailedhimofcheerlesscellar-dampanddecay。Anotherheadthanhis，rightbeforehiminthefirstbenches，waspoisedsquarelyaboveitsbendingfellowsliketheheadofapriestappealingwithouthumilitytothetabernacleforthehumbleworshippersabouthim。WhywasitthatwhenhethoughtofCranlyhecouldneverraisebeforehismindtheentireimageofhisbodybutonlytheimageoftheheadandface？Evennowagainstthegreycurtainofthemorninghesawitbeforehimlikethephantomofadream，thefaceofaseveredheadordeath-mask，crownedonthebrowsbyitsstiffblackuprighthairasbyanironcrown。Itwasapriest-likeface，priest-likeinitspalor，inthewidewingednose，intheshadowingsbelowtheeyesandalongthejaws，priest-likeinthelipsthatwerelongandbloodlessandfaintlysmiling；
andStephen，rememberingswiftlyhowhehadtoldCranlyofallthetumultsandunrestandlongingsinhissoul，dayafterdayandnightbynight，onlytobeansweredbyhisfriend\'slisteningsilence，wouldhavetoldhimselfthatitwasthefaceofaguiltypriestwhoheardconfessionsofthosewhomhehadnotpowertoabsolvebutthathefeltagaininmemorythegazeofitsdarkwomanisheyes。
Throughthisimagehehadaglimpseofastrangedarkcavernofspeculationbutatonceturnedawayfromit，feelingthatitwasnotyetthehourtoenterit。Butthenightshadeofhisfriend\'slistlessnessseemedtobediffusingintheairaroundhimatenuousanddeadlyexhalationandbefoundhimselfglancingfromonecasualwordtoanotheronhisrightorleftinstolidwonderthattheyhadbeensosilentlyemptiedofinstantaneoussenseuntileverymeanshoplegendboundhismindlikethewordsofaspellandhissoulshrivelledupsighingwithageashewalkedoninalaneamongheapsofdeadlanguage。Hisownconsciousnessoflanguagewasebbingfromhisbrainandtricklingintotheverywordsthemselveswhichsettobandanddisbandthemselvesinwaywardrhythms:Theivywhinesuponthewall，Andwhinesandtwinesuponthewall，Theyellowivyuponthewall，Ivy，ivyupthewall。Didanyoneeverhearsuchdrivel？LordAlmighty!Whoeverheardofivywhiningonawall？Yellowivy；thatwasallright。Yellowivoryalso。Andwhataboutivoryivy？
Thewordnowshoneinhisbrain，clearerandbrighterthananyivorysawnfromthemottledtusksofelephants。Ivory，ivoire，avorio，ebur。
OneofthefirstexamplesthathehadlearntinLatinhadrun:Indiamittitebur；andherecalledtheshrewdnorthernfaceoftherectorwhohadtaughthimtoconstruetheMetamorphosesofOvidinacourtlyEnglish，madewhimsicalbythementionofporkersandpotsherdsandchinesofbacon。
HehadlearntwhatlittleheknewofthelawsofLatinversefromaraggedbookwrittenbyaPortuguesepriest。Contrahitorator，variantincarminevates。ThecrisesandvictoriesandsecessionsinRomanhistorywerehandedontohiminthetritewordsintantodiscrimineandhehadtriedtopeerintothesociallifeofthecityofcitiesthroughthewordsimplereollamdenariorumwhichtherectorhadrenderedsonorouslyasthefillingofapotwithdenaries。Thepagesofhistime-wornHoraceneverfeltcoldtothetouchevenwhenhisownfingerswerecold；theywerehumanpagesandfiftyyearsbeforetheyhadbeenturnedbythehumanfingersofJohnDuncanInverarityandbyhisbrother，WilliamMalcolmInverarity。Yes，thosewerenoblenamesontheduskyflyleafand，evenforsopooraLatinistashe，theduskyverseswereasfragrantasthoughtheyhadlainallthoseyearsinmyrtleandlavenderandvervain；butyetitwoundedhimtothinkthathewouldneverbebutashyguestatthefeastoftheworld\'scultureandthatthemonkishlearning，intermsofwhichhewasstrivingtoforgeoutanestheticphilosophy，washeldnohigherbytheagehelivedinthanthesubtleandcuriousjargonsofheraldryandfalconry。
ThegreyblockofTrinityonhisleft，setheavilyinthecity\'signorancelikeadullstonesetinacumbrousring，pulledhisminddownwardandwhilehewasstrivingthiswayandthattofreehisfeetfromthefettersofthereformedconsciencehecameuponthedrollstatueofthenationalpoetofIreland。
Helookedatitwithoutanger；for，thoughslothofthebodyandofthesoulcreptoveritlikeunseenvermin，overtheshufflingfeetandupthefoldsofthecloakandaroundtheservilehead，itseemedhumblyconsciousofitsindignity。ItwasaFirbolgintheborrowedcloakofaMilesian；andhethoughtofhisfriendDavin，thepeasantstudent。Itwasajestingnamebetweenthem，buttheyoungpeasantborewithitlightly:——
Goon，Stevie，Ihaveahardhead，youtellme。Callmewhatyouwill。
ThehomelyversionofhischristiannameonthelipsofhisfriendhadtouchedStephenpleasantlywhenfirstheardforhewasasformalinspeechwithothersastheywerewithhim。Often，ashesatinDavin\'sroomsinGranthamStreet，wonderingathisfriend\'swell-madebootsthatflankedthewallpairbypairandrepeatingforhisfriend\'ssimpleeartheversesandcadencesofotherswhichweretheveilsofhisownlonginganddejection，therudeFirbolgmindofhislistenerhaddrawnhismindtowardsitandflungitbackagain，drawingitbyaquietinbredcourtesyofattentionorbyaquaintturnofoldEnglishspeechorbytheforceofitsdelightinrudebodilyskill-forDavinhadsatatthefeetofMichaelCusack，theGael-repellingswiftlyandsuddenlybyagrossnessofintelligenceorbyabluntnessoffeelingorbyadullstareofterrorintheeyes，theterrorofsoulofastarvingIrishvillageinwhichthecurfewwasstillanightlyfear。
