Justice it means but it’s everybody eating everyone else. That’s what life is after all.
Haines sat down to pour out the tea. – I’m giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you do make strong tea, don’t you? Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old woman’s wheedling voice: – When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.
Suck it yourself, sugarstick!
God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain.
One feels that one is listening to thought-tormented music.
He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.
His soul had loved to muse in secret on this desire. He had seen himself, a young and silent-mannered priest, entering a confessional swiftly, ascending the altarsteps, incensing, genuflecting, accomplishing the vague acts of the priesthood which pleased him by reason of their semblance of reality and of their distance from it.
Havvah-ban-Annah.
Kyrie ! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the mind.
Now patience; and remember patience is the great thing, and above all things else we must avoid anything like being or becoming out of patience.
When she had gone he said, laughing: – We call it D. B. C. because they have damn bad cakes. O, but you missed Dedalus on Hamlet. Haines opened his newbought book. – I’m sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground. of all minds that have lost their balance.
He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold points.
But can those have been possible seeing that they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass?
The feelings excited by improper art are kinetic, desire, or loathing. Desire urges us to possess, to go to something. The arts which excite them, pornographical or didactic, are therefore improper arts.
Funny the way those newspaper men veer about when they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same breath. Wouldn’t know which to believe. One story good till you hear the next. Go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows over. Hail fellow well met the next moment.
Dear Hewitt Costello, Equerry, were daylighted with our outing and are looking backwards to our unearly summers.
OMNIUM GATHERUM.
But I am curious to know are you trying to make a convert of me or a pervert of yourself?
The duties of the priest towards the Eucharist and towards the secrecy of the confessional seemed so grave to me that I wondered how anybody had ever found in himself the courage to undertake them; and I was not surprised when he told me that the fathers of the Church had written books as thick as the Post Office Directory and as closely printed as the law notices in the newspaper, elucidating all these intricate questions.
Reefer was a wenchman.