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StephenDedalus

  1. Lank coils of seaweed hair around me, my heart, my soul. Salt green death. We. Agenbite of inwit. Inwit's agenbite. Misery! Misery!
  2. She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will drown me with her, eyes and hair.
  3. @DILLYDEDALUS -- Here. It's all right. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you. I suppose all my books are gone.
  4. Show no surprise. Quite natural.
  5. I take the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal's French primer. @DILLYDEDALUS -- What did you buy that for? To learn French?
  6. My eyes they say she has. Do others see me so? Quick, far and daring. Shadow of my mind.
  7. I told her of Paris. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token. Nebrakada femininum
  8. A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides. It glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots.
  9. @DILLYDEDALUS -- What are you doing?
  10. Dilly's high shoulders and shabby dress. Shut the book quick. Don't let see.
  11. What is this? Thumbed pages: read and read. Who has passed here before me? Who wrote this?
  12. Tattered pages. I might find here one of my pawned schoolprizes. Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti.
  13. In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing Sayers holds my eye. I turn and halt by the slanted bookcart.
  14. I go down Bedford row, the handle of the ash clacking against my shoulderblade.
  15. where they swirl, I. Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me you who can. Bawd and butcher were the words.
  16. Throb always without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I between them. Where? Between two roaring worlds
  17. Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting.
  18. And you who wrest old images from the burial earth? The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. A lore of drugs.
  19. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them.
  20. leprous and winedark stones. Born all in the dark wormy earth, cold specks of fire, evil lights shining in the darkness.