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Filipino Celebrations Through the Decades (Rivera, Montalbo, Ona, Luya, Nazareno, Maray, Buenconsejo, Barrion, Leonzon)

Our way of life is a major impression of our extraordinary and complex history. It is affected by the majority of the individuals we have communicated with. A mix of the Malayo-Polynesian and Hispanic culture with the impact from Chinese, Indians Arabs, and other Asian societies truly add to the traditions and conventions of the Filipinos. Filipino culture is one of a kind contrasted with other Asian nations, and convictions apply each average day for the Filipinos and uncover how rich and favoured the way of life the individuals have

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Christening

In year 2012 the filipino tradition of baptism is they involves a priest baptizing a baby in private or simultaneously with other children. In a mass christening, the priest goes from one child to another, blessing them with holy water and performing the baptismal rite, as the parents and godparents respond in behalf of the children. The short church mass is held which serves as an orientation for the family, godparents, and parents. Baptism Ceremonies are important for Filipino Catholics because it is a step for welcoming the infants to being a Catholic. Sponsors (god parents) are charges Php 50. When the family of the baptized picks up the baptismal certificate a few days later they are charged an additional Php 50. Many families have a party or reception at home or fancy restaurants. It is always a big occasion for Pinoys. Also, they believe that they should get their babies baptized within three months of their birth.

In year 2017 they believe that the role of the godparents is to ensure religious educations for the children as well as caring for them in case they become orphaned. Godparents are expected to bring gifts or tokens for the godchildren during the christening celebrations. If you are chosen to be a godparent for a Filipino child, there are many gifts related to Filipino culture that you can give. They also have clothing rules for babies and for adult being baptized. For babies, both boys and girls often wear long white christening gowns when being baptized. The choice is made by the parents. For immersion baptisms, the baby wears normal clothes to the ceremony and white garments afterward to signify purity and the washing away of original sin. During a pouring baptism, the baby wears the same clothes throughout. While it is traditional for both males and females to wear white christening gowns, it is not required. A simple white nightgown or onesie is fine, and even colored outfits are now acceptable. Bring a towel to wrap the baby and a change of clothes for an immersion baptism. For adult, A collared shirt (for men) and a blouse that covers the shoulders (for women) are good choices. Some churches provide baptismal robes for adults who are being baptized, while other churches will want you to wear your own clothing. Check with your priest or church staff in advance. You should also find out if you will be baptized by immersion or pouring. If your church is providing a baptismal robe, you'll need to wear something comfortable underneath, such as shorts and a T-shirt. You could wear long pants, but you may be uncomfortable when wet. Bring a change of clothes for after the ceremony. If you will be wearing your own clothes, modesty is key -- don't wear anything tight, revealing or sexy. You'll be fine in what you normally wear to Mass on Sunday, but feel free to dress up. You may want to look your best for this special occasion.

In year 2019 they are so many requirements to do unlike the past few years. You have to go to church and inquire, attend the seminar, pass the Baptismal form and Birth Certificate a day after the seminar, and go to Church 30 minutes earlier than the official time. Also, in the year 2019 you really have to budget everything like for foods, decorations, christening clothes, cake, souvenir, baptism fee etc., And they really preparing for the baptism of the new member of their family.

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Birthdays

2000

Ccelebrating birthday during year 2000 is simple yet fun. There are many visitors invited with relatives and the extended family just to attend the celebration, even those relatives comes from other cities and countries comes homes just to celebrate. There are mostly Gifts than money, there a lots and lots of toys than money because who hates toys? Everyone loves toys. Birthdays are way more fun before (in my opinion), there are less expenses just buy a cake, toys for the games and balloons would be enough. In every birthday this game will never be lost the piñata party but instead of a horse, it will be a pot containing candies and coins, it is the most awaited event of the time and the after party is the karaoke which every Filipinos like the most.

2010

During this time, there is so much no difference other than its venue and style. Events commonly held at any restaurant, hotel or clubhouse in their city, sometimes the celebrant decides to eat than to celebrate. During events in other places except their home, the activities never change, there is still piñata party, karaoke, games with a treat and more just like the activities way back 2000.

2019

In this time, birthday parties make a twist, like 7th birthday, 18th and 21st birthday. A lot of people make save a date video, pre video and during party videos, it is for the memories and souvenir for the birthday celebrant and it is more expensive, grander and more formal party. During this time, most of the parties or at least 20% of the birthday parties don’t have a lot of Filipino games anymore unlike the year 2000 and 2010. Birthday parties celebrated with gifts and events like candles, treasures, roses, photo booth with the guests look forward to, souvenirs and more. But it is exciting, Grand celebration and formal.

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Holy Week

Semana Santa (Holy Week) is from Palm Sunday to Black Saturday, then Easter Sunday. It is traditionally a solemn occasion in the Philippines, a time for serious atonement.

Holy Week is when many people perform holy rites in fulfilment of a vow they made when they asked God a favor, such as a cure for an illness. Priests and religious statues are dressed in purple to symbolize gloom. Devout Catholics go to church everyday; some fast. Palm Sunday commemorates the entry of Jesus Christ into Jerusalem. Following the Spanish tradition, Filipino Catholics bring palaspas (palm fronds) to church to be blessed by the priests; then they bring the fronds back home with them.

For most of the week, especially after Tuesday, the towns are eerily quiet with TV and radio stations going off the air and no loud noises or revelry whatsoever. Catholics stop eating meat, turning to fish, and the more devout ones go on a completely liquid diet. Many businesses are closed, so make sure you have supplies, especially food, stocked up.The traditional pabasa (the “reading” or chanting of verses about the suffering of Christ) starts on Sunday and ends on Maundy Thursday, which is the day when the washing of the feet is celebrated.

Good Friday (Mahal na Araw) commemorates the crucifixion and death of Christ. On this day, you will see religious figures being carried through the towns on top of carrozas (carriages). The religious images and statues are veiled in black in mourning of the death of Jesus.There’s a superstition that warns against getting hurt on Good Friday… Any wounds you get on this day will never ever heal.

The most striking feature of Holy Week celebrations in the Philippines is the sight of Filipinos publicly whipping themselves. These are reenactments of the torture and death of Jesus. Some Filipinos not only whip their backs into a bloody mess — they also have their feet and hands nailed to a wooden cross. Tourists come from all over the world for the sight! In Manila, Tondo is the place to see these flagellants. Outside the capital, Pampanga and Nueva Ecija are famous for their flagellants who cover their faces with white cotton hoods. Crowns of thorns are placed on their heads to cause blood to drip.

Moriones Festival: Carrying the Cross Moriones Festival: Carrying the Cross

Among Filipino superstitions on Good Friday is the prohibition against children playing. This is because they might injure themselves and not have their wounds heal. You will always be reminded that during this time Jesus is dead, and so everything is awry and bad things are apt to happen.

Black Saturday is when Christ is entombed. Filipinos spend the day preparing for the night vigil leading up to Easter Sunday.

Easter Sunday is a celebration of the resurrection of Christ. At four o’clock in the morning, Filipinos do a salubong ceremony commemorating how the Virgin Mary met her son Jesus who has come back to life. Her image will be brought to the image of the Christ at the local church. Flower petals will be rained down on them. Everyone is happy that Jesus is alive again and that the world is back right. On Easter day, grocery stores re-open and you can buy food.

In contemporary times, these Philippine traditions are slowly disappearing. Young Filipinos now use the Holy Week to vacation at the beach.

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All Saints Day

All Saints’ Day in the Philippines is usually celebrated on the first and second day of November. In the Philippines, this holiday is often referred to as Undas. The day is filled with music and food. There is also a prayer and religious tradition. At the end of the day, people will often camp overnight in the cemetery to pay their respects to their dead relatives. Visitors remark that Filipinos are remarkably at home among their dead ancestors. But now all saint day is just like a fashion day because of the teenagers are wear a different fashion clothes and something it look like a reunion, but the tradition in all saint day is still on they give flowers, candles, and most specially the prayer for their death

relatives.

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Christmas

Having most resident in the country are Christian (either Catholic, Born Again, etc.), Christmas is one of the most important holidays in the Philippines as Filipinos celebrate the day Jesus Christ was born. Also, most of the families have always gathered to give presents and enjoy the day with each other. Either they will go out and make some memories in different places or they will stay at home talking and catching up with their lives. Although, some people think that Christmas lately was not enjoyable as it was 19 years ago and lost the Christmas Spirit that we had decades ago.

Back in 2000s, most Filipino felt the presence of Christmas even though it was still September, as they thought that because it was the start of BER months, most of the families already bought Christmas Parol and designing their houses with Christmas lights and Christmas tree. You can also hear many kids that nangangaroling with different houses and expected to give even a little amount although most residence just tell them “patawad” instead. The weather was also cold that time. That was the time everyone felt that Christmas was near due to the coldness. However, now in 2019, it doesn’t feel like it. Although radio station started to broadcast Christmas songs in their station, it doesn’t have the impact as what it used to. Going around, most of the houses only started decorating when it was already December, some didn’t even bother. Also, kids who was nangangaroling was lessen that you might hear it only once a day unlike before when you are too annoyed peeking outside just to shout “patawad”. It’s not also as cold as 19 years ago. Due to climate change, even in BER months, the weather was still hot and it affected the views of the Filipino that if Christmas is near, then it’s also the time when the weather will be cold. These are the few that have changed between 2000 up to 2019.

However, some traditions were still practices until now without changes, the “Misa De Gallo” o “Simbang Gabi” and the Noche Buena. As most of Filipinos are Catholics, Simbang Gabi was still one of the traditions that was never been broken by the Catholics. They attend 9 mass whether it was at night or before the sunrise. It still goes on as some people believed that if a person completed the 9 mass, their wish will come true. Whether it is true or not, people still go to masses as one of the traditions in Christmas. Another is the Noche Buena. Christmas Eve was one of the most important in the country as most of Filipinos are having countdown to greet the Christmas day with everyone. It also the time when families, some relative, and friends having Noche Buena. This was the time where most of the families have several dishes like lechon, fruit salad, puto, hamonado, and many more. Some families have a tradition of exchanging gifts and having family games that everyone was involved. These two are the traditions that no one can break in a Filipinos mind-set during Christmas.

Every year, there are changes that keeps happening around us and of them is how we celebrate holidays. Although some instances affect the way we normally celebrated the Christmas, it was still one of the holidays that most of the families reunited with one another especially being with our family and having fun with them, whether staying inside in their house or going outside to make new memories with them. And that was the real spirit of the Christmas.

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New Year

Filipinos' love for holidays and celebrations is superb - it is full of enjoyable, unique, and fun activities, alongside with some quirky traditions. In New Year's Eve, Filipinos cleans everything, scatters coins around the house to bring more luck and money, turning all the lights for the upcoming year to be bright, opening all doors, windows and such to draw in good fortune, wearing polka dots which signifies prosperity, making loud noises which is believe to scare away evil spirits, and jumping as high as you can to increase your height. But, of course no feast will be ever complete without a sumptuous meal and for the fact that food is what Filipino people love the most.

Media Noche is an old Filipino custom that is most likely inherited from the Spaniards. Whereas, family and friends gather together for midnight feast that signifies their hope for prosperity and an abundant year ahead. Food-related superstitions are also present such as preparing 12 round fruits and fruits with thorns avoided for it represents problems, noodles for a long life, eating sticky desserts for the family to stick together for the years to come, having the water and rice container full to make the whole year prosperous, and lastly not eating chicken am fish dishes because it is associated with food scarcity.

Lastly, customs does not end there -- in the New Year itself don't spend to lead to all a better financial management throughout the year and also not cleaning to keep the good fortune that came during the New Year's Eve. With this, Filipinos are truly fond of celebrations, traditions, and superstitions.

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Fiesta

How did it get started?

During 1`500 the Spanish missionaries entered in he Philippines, they introduced Fiesta because they found out that it is the most convenient way to teach Filipinos the Roman Catholic Faith. Philippine Festivals are celebrations to express gratitude for a good harvest in honor of the town’s patron saint. For many Filipinos, fiestas are important because of the miraculous power of the saints.It is believed that the saints are responsible for all the good fortune and favor one receives. The majority of fiestas in the Philippines also have their own peryas. here are more than 42,000 known major and minor festivals in the Philippines, the majority of which are in the barangay (village) level. Due to the thousands of town, city, provincial, national, and village fiestas in the country, the Philippines has traditionally been known as the Capital of the World's Festivities.

NEW FIESTA IN THE PHILIPPINES

1. MAHAGUYOG Festival (Mais, Halaman, Gulay at Niyog)

March (1st week), Santo Tomas, Batangas

week-long celebration of seven-day feast in honor of St. Thomas Aquinas , 2012 when it is started

2. The Philippine International Hot Air Balloon

Fiesta is an annual four-day event held between January and February in Clark Freeport Zone, Angeles, Pampanga. It is the biggest and longest-running aviation sports event in the Philippines. Every 2nd week of February from 1994 to Present

3. AURORA DAY AND SUMAN FESTIVAL February 14- February 19 | Baler, Aurora Baler, Aurora The biggest and grandest of all feasts in Aurora is a parade of floats uniquely designed. Main streets and homes are decked with suman, a native delicacy. A weeklong celebration marked by trade exhibits, fairs and competitions capped by the Search for Ms. Aurora. Suman(súmahn) is the filipino steamed rice cake. it comes in as many different forms as there are provinces, but the basic recipe is waxy (sweet) rice wrapped in leaves, then cooked. Suman is the ritual gift of HAGISAN. It is cooked with great enthusiasm by Tayabenses because Hagisan is an opportunity to share their prosperity. Bundles of suman are gaily tied in the pabitin, which is made out of a special kind of bamboo called bagakay.

4. Mango Festival

Years Active 1999-present

The Dinamulag Festival also known as the Zambales Mango Festival is an annual festival held in the province of Zambales in the Philippines to celebrate or encourage bountiful harvest of the province's mangoes. The festival was first held in 1999.

5. Aliwan Fiesta

Aliwan Fiesta is an annual event that gathers different cultural festivals of the Philippines in Star City Complex in Pasay City wherein contingents compete in dance parade and float competitions. Aliwan Fiesta, which began in 2003, aims to showcase the different Filipino cultures and heritage not only to the people in Metro Manila but also to the rest of the world. The contingents, meanwhile, aim to promote their respective regions both economically and tourism-wise. It was originally organized as a visual extravaganza for the Christmas season, but it has since been held during the summer months of either April or May. Aliwan is a Tagalog word for "entertainment" or "amusement." Aliwan Fiesta festivities are covered live on DZRH News Television annually.

Here are the most famous fiestas in the Philippines:

1. Ati Atihun: Celebrating infant Jesus

The town of Kalibo, Aklan in the Panay Island rejoices in the exultations of this festival as people celebrate by performing tribal dance and music in the parade along the streets.

The festival begins with the opening mass for Santo Niño in the Church on the third Sunday of January, and the revelry lasts for the next week. The Ati-Atihan also bears a deep religious significance. The pahilot, a faith-healing tradition, is held during the festival where a Catholic priest rubs the devotee's body with the image of the Santo Niño, with the belief that it heals both the body and soul. No one is certain how Ati-Atihan started. One legend, however, says it dates back to the year 1212, when 10 datus, or patriarchal chiefs, and the companions fled from a tyrannical sultan in Sabah, Borneo, and landed on the island of Panay. Their leader, Datu Puti, traded with the chief of Panay, an Ati named Marikudo.

“Hala Bira ”

is an aklanon language meaning "pour/dispense all means". This term is also used during ati-atihan festival that most spectators are shouting on the street during the celebration. "Hala Bira" is an indispensable word during ati-atihan.

2. Sinulog Festival

Attracting millions of people every year, the Sinulog Festival in Cebu may just well be one of the biggest festivals in the country, and is surprisingly becoming even more popular each year, especially among the young people. It celebrates the image of the Santo Niño (Holy Child) that was originally brought by Ferdinand Magellan from Spain in the 16th century; hence, the words “Pit Señor” that you will constantly hear throughout the celebration, which is a plea to Holy Child.

Millions of people participated in Cebu City last Sunday to celebrate the Sinulog Festival, one of the most famous festivals in the Philippines. It was attended, not only by Filipinos, but people coming from different parts of the globe also went to witness the celebration. The magnificence of the festival made Filipinos, as well as our fellow Asians, refer to it as the “Mother of all Festivals”. From the colorful and well-made costumes of the dancers, to the beautiful dances and to the music brought by the drums, trumpets, and the native gongs, the Sinulog Festival never ceases to amaze its audience.

For 32 years, the Sinulog Festival is a traditional celebration in Cebu City held every third Sunday of January to honor the Santo Niño (Child Jesus). Basically, the festival is done by a dance ritual, in which it tells the story of the Filipino people’s pagan past and their acceptance of Christianity. The word “Sinulog” means “graceful dance”, wherein it all started in 1980 with a simple dance that represents the “sulog” (or current) of a river in Cebu.

3. Masskara Festival

Filipinos are known to be resilient people who are able find ways to smile and jest even amidst crises and adversity. This can be seen in the history of the Masskara Festival of Bacolod, which was an answer to the city’s dwindling revenue from the sugar industry. The festival is marked by dancers donning elaborate colorful masks parading all over town, backed up by Latin-inspired drumbeats. The celebration is highlighted by a beauty pageant, concerts, and sports events among its numerous activities.

4. Dinagyang Festival,

Another celebration in honor of Santo Niño, this award-winning fête in Iloilo is marked by a street party celebrated with bountiful food and drinks, concerts, and a street dance competition where different districts and local schools participate. It also celebrates the traditions of Aklan Island’s indigenous Aeta people.

5. Panagbenga Festival,

Also called the “Season of Blooming,” Panagbenga is a grand event in Baguio where giant floats adorned with flowers parade along the whole stretch of Session Road. A tribute to the city’s flower industry, it was first held after the 1990 Luzon earthquake to uplift the spirits of those who were affected by the tragedy.

6. Moriones Festival

The Moriones Festival is as unique as the island where it is annually celebrated. During the celebration, men and women who play the role of the “Moriones” are dressed in biblical Roman warrior costumes and intricately carved masks. They then reenact the seven-day search for St. Longinus, a Roman centurion who converted into Christianity. During the reenactment, they scare kids or conjure up surprises and tricks to draw attention. But the most exciting thing about the festival is that the audience gets to participate in the search for the person who plays St. Longinus who sometimes hides in townspeople’s homes.

7. Pahiyas Festival

Probably one of the most colorful celebrations around, Pahiyas Festival in Lucban, Quezon, is dedicated to San Isidro Labrador, the patron saint of farmers. Since it is a harvest festival, houses are gilded with colorful kiping (wafer made of rice) and fresh produce that you can pick for free. These décors are then judged by town officials and are given awards before the celebration culminates.

8. Parada ng Lechon (June 24 – Balayan, Batangas)

A grand parade of succulent roasted pigs. A different sight and flavor are introduced with a festival in Balayan, Batangas, popularly known as the "Parada Ng Lechon.” These succulent roasted pork form the highlight of the occasion, decked out in their platforms with all kinds of decor. Since the festival coincides with the feast of St. John the Baptist, be prepared to get wet as people observe the feast by repeating the ritual of baptism – pouring water.

9. Pintados Festival – Tacloban

If you're into tattoos and body arts then you might flip over the yearly celebration of Pintados festival in Tacloban when locals dance around the streets with inked bodies to symbolize the brave warriors of the past. Portraying the natives’ practice of idolatry along with their penchant for music and dance, this June 29th festival provides a glimpse of how the native people lived prior to the Spaniard's arrival.

10. Obando Fertility Rites – Obando, Bulacan

We'll wrap this list with a special kind of festival – the Obando Fertility Rites – held for 3 days from May 17 to 19. On these days in Obando, Bulacan, devotees do the fertility street dance to beseech the three saints, San Pascua, Nuestra Señora de Salambáo, and Santa Clara for good fortune, a spouse, or most especially, a child.

A lot of things change but also a lot of things will be the same. Filipinos will always be traditional and will always stick the things they do in terms of the celebrations here in the Philippines. That way they feel closer to their love ones each year.

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lyndsaybones · 7 years

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In Dreams 12

Chapter 1...Chapter 2…Chapter 3…Chapter 4…Chapter 5 …Chapter 6…Chapter 7…Chapter 8 …Chapter 9...Chapter10... Chapter 11

GEORGETOWN

WASHINGTON, DC

She’s found that there are few things as cleansing as a scalding shower. After her abduction, the hospital smell clung to her skin like soap scum and she sat crumpled in the corner of her shower for the better part of an hour, scrubbing until her skin was red and oversensitive. If she couldn’t shed her skin, she’d take it off herself. She exited smelling of freesia and feeling a little less like a stranger in her own body. When Donnie Pfaster got his hands on her, she tossed her clothes in the building’s incinerator upon arriving home and stayed in the shower until the answering machine recorded Mulder’s impassioned pleas for a call back.

Baptism, as she was taught, was the act of washing away Original Sin. Babies, perfect little beings, born with a sin that wasn’t of their own doing, seems just this side of ludicrous to her. While she still struggles to accept the notion that an infant has sin on its soul, she does believe other people’s sin can stick like a bacteria, infecting and infesting. The act of sacramental baptism is a nice ritual, even if a hollow one. But her particular form of baptism, washing away the misdeeds of the evil men around her, is absolutely essential.

She’s not sure how long she’s been under the pelting heat, time gets as slippery as a bar of soap when trauma is involved. Mulder hasn’t come looking for her, blessedly. She swallows thickly, pushing down the acid crawling up the back of her throat. Back down the waterspout you go, she thinks to herself. She is sitting, arms resting atop her knees, leaning up against the white tiles of her shower stall. The heat licks like a flame across her chest, turning her skin pink. When she does decide to stand, dizziness threatens to pull her right back down again. She swallows hard and squeezes her eyes shut, clinging to the faucet knobs until the feeling passes. She opens her eyes and sees the floor dappled with pink dots...red dots. She reaches for her nose, but her hand comes away with nothing but water. She looks down and sees the trickle of scarlet running a path down the inside of her thigh. Her heart begins to pound, but she keeps her breathing even as she shuts off the water and opens the shower door. She manages to get dressed and put in a call to her doctor’s office. She doesn’t even realize Mulder isn’t there until she turns to tell him what’s happening.

“Mu-” she stops short, turning a quick circle in the living room. “Mulder?” she calls and is met with silence. She snatches up her cell phone and keys and heads for the door.

“What are these?” he asks, shaking the opaque pill bottle. Oblong white pills rattle about. They look like Tylenol.

“I’ll be honest, Fox, I don’t know what they are. But I know that they’ve been used for people in your position,” Diana says softly.

The inside of her sedan, what he assumes is her sedan, smells vaguely of stale cigarettes.

“They’ll give me back my memories?” he asks.

“I hope so,” she says.

He purses his lips and scrutinizes the contents.

“I asked you before, what’s in it for you?”

“Leaving was a mistake, one that I’m trying to correct,” she says.

The morning sun casts long shadows on the street ahead of them and catches a flash of foxfire moving out of Dana’s building. She is hustling down the stairs, fumbling with her keys as she goes. He starts pawing frantically for the handle, stuffing the pill bottle in his pocket as the door swings open and he steps out.

“Dana!” he calls as she is busy unlocking her car door.

She looks at him, shielding her eyes against the sun with her hand. She looks at him and then at Diana and drops her hand. He sees her utter a silent “oh” and a quick nod. She swings the door open and ducks into the car. The door slams shut and the engine is started before he can even get ten steps closer to her.

“Dana! Wait!” he yells as she pulls away.

WOMEN’S HEALTH SPECIALISTS ALEXANDRIA, VA

She’s starting to feel like she should just pack along her own exam gown these days. The options lately have either been ones with too much fabric that have her drowning in thin cotton, falling off of her shoulders, or so worn out that the ties in back are missing and there’s little to no hope of keeping her ass covered. The pink one she has on now falls into both categories, somehow, so she is sitting on the excess fabric, putting a millimeter of distance between her rear and the tissue paper on the exam table.

Her doctor is on vacation, which is frustrating, and the doctor on call is running late, it seems. The room is chilly and she shivers as an involuntary shudder races down her spine. There is a gentle knock and the door opens. The doctor looks like he ought to be on the cover of an AARP magazine, with a head full of silver hair and face so lined with wrinkles that it looks like used tissue paper, he’s got to be at least 80 years old.

“Dana?” he asks kindly.

“Yes,” she answers.

“I’m Dr. Kurtzweil. I understand you’re having some spotting?” he asks as he washes his hands.

“Yes, for about an hour now.”

“Okay, well let’s see what’s what, huh?” he asks, motioning for her tie lie down.

She stares up at the ceiling, which has an inspirational poster tacked onto it, something about perseverance or persistence or some such, while she waits for him to find the heartbeat with the doppler monitor. The silence makes her heart thud.

Please, please, please, please, please…

The sound echoes off of the walls, a steady, almost mechanical rhythm. She didn’t even realize she’d been holding her breath.

“That’s a good sign!” he says with a chuckle. “Let’s do an ultrasound and take a peek.”

She swipes a tear away from her cheek and nods.

She doesn’t answer. He’s tried four times now, forcing himself to wait fifteen minutes between attempts. But she doesn’t answer. He imagines her, as she was last night, mindlessly wandering off to her own funeral. But he reminds himself that she saw him when she left, really saw him. Not looking through him like he was on a different axial plane. And he saw her too, saw the one thing she projected as her eyes flicked between him and Diana: hurt. He’d hurt her.

He drums his good hand on his thigh and bobs his good knee as he stares at the digital clock on her VCR. The pill bottle vibrates in his pocket and sounds as menacing as a rattle snake. He wonders if the contents are as pernicious as the last bottle of pills he’d been exposed to.

He startles when the key slips into the lock and the tumblers trip one by one. He stands and whirls around as the door swings open.

“Thank god,” he says as he crosses the room. He wraps his arms around her without a thought and pulls her close to his chest. She is as stiff as a two by four in his embrace, which scares him nearly as much as last night’s episode.

“Where did you go?” he asks as he pulls back, hand still clasping her shoulder.

“I need to lie down,” she says as she shucks his hand away and moves around him.

“Dana, slow down. Talk to me,” he says, ka-thunking behind her down the hall.

“I started bleeding,” she says as she pulls the elastic band from her hair, letting it fall loose and curly around her face.

“Bleeding? You mean?” he can’t really say it out loud.

“I went to my doctor’s office. I would have had you come, but you were...busy,” she says as she toes out of her plain white canvas tennis shoes.

“What did she say?” he asks, pulse rushing in his ears.

“He,” she corrects. “My doctor is on vacation so I had to see the physician on call.”

“I don’t care if was the Energizer bunny, as long as he’s got an MD. What did he say?”

She’s yet to look him in the eye, going about her business as she slips out of her jacket, fluffs a pillow, turns down the bed.

“I have a condition called low lying placenta. Last night’s...exertion, caused the bleeding, but it’s not serious and the baby is fine. I just need to take it easy.”

His shoulders sag and he lets out a long breath.

“The baby’s okay?” he repeats.

She finally looks up, eyes tired and red.

“Yes,” she says softly.

A moment passes between them, reassuring looks and quick nods.

“I remembered something,” he says. “We were sitting on your bathroom floor, you were sick.”

She crinkles her brow and eyes him suspiciously. “That’s been every day this week,” she says matter of factly.

“It wasn’t this week. It was different.”

She sits down on the bed, still watching him.

“How do you know it was a memory?” she asks.

“I wrapped my arm around you and I asked you not to give up. Do you remember?”

Her mouth falls open by a tiny fraction and the look on her face says that yes, she does remember.

“I had given up. I thought I was going to die.”

He sits down next to her, hip to hip. “I knew then, that I couldn’t live without you…” he trails off, thinking carefully about his words. She looks like a doe caught out in the open and just as apt to lope away if spooked. “That’s when I knew that loved you.”

He can see her searching his face, looking around for a man she knows, who knows her. He wants to be that man again.

CASEY’S BAR WASHINGTON DC

“Well, what have you to report?” he asks as he stubs out his cigarette in the heavy glass ashtray. The mahogany bar is long and beautifully kept for a quiet corner watering hole. It’s the kind of place the older crowd comes for a drink without the unseemly behavior of undergrads and townies.

Kurtzweil’s mouth draws in a tight, angry line, his thick eyebrows twitching nervously.

“Healthy fetus, 13 weeks gestation,” he says, staring at the amber liquid in his glass.

“And the samples?”

“Look, if you want a genetic profile, or stem cells or whatever, your best bet is cord blood.”

“You were told to collect genetic samples.”

“And I’m telling you that it is risky. And she knows that. Shook up as she was, there was no way she was going to consent to an amnio.”

Cancer man looks at him like he is completely insignificant. He seems to register that perhaps he is.

“I didn’t say anything about consent. I told you what I want. You know what will happen if you don’t.”

“You have your own people for this kind of thing. Why on earth are you doing this to me?”

“You’ve been allowed to toil too long, Alvin. Your books, your clumsy attempts to connect with Fox Mulder, you needed to be reminded of who it is you’re testing.”

The old man’s mouth bobs and his craggy face writes a story of utter indignation.

“You always were a son a bitch, Spender,” Kurtzweil says as he digs his wallet out of pocket and slaps a twenty on the bar.

“I’ve never claimed otherwise,” Cancer man says as he lights another cigarette.

The old man waves an angry hand and plods to the door, bruskly passing the leggy brunette making her way to the bar.

“Ah, Diana. Just in time. Can I get you a drink?”

His smile, seemingly a genuine one, is not returned as she sits down.

“Did he take them?” he asks.

“Yes, but he’s very suspicious,” she says.

“Perhaps he’s more like his old self than we thought.”

GEORGETOWN WASHINGTON, DC

He sits on the edge of the bed and she, tucked under the covers, curled up on her left side, looks so small.

“What do you think they could be?” he asks as he holds up the bottle.

“I don’t know. But I think we should definitely have them analyzed,” she says.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a quick shake of his head. “You’re tired, you should rest.”

He begins to rise, ready to go make a call to the Gunmen and start trying to unravel whatever knot they’re in the center of.

“Stay awhile,” she says quietly. “Please?”

He nods and walks around the end of the bed. She reaches back and lifts the blankets behind her, a silent gesture for him to join her. He slips out of his shoe and crawls between the sheets, settling his weight behind her, bending his elbow gently over her middle and tucking his casted arm under the pillow beneath his head.

“I could’ve died last night,” she whispers.

“I won’t let that happen,” he says into her hair.

“I didn’t have any control. There’s nothing that scares me more than that,” she says, tears cracking in her voice.

“I know,” he says softly, pressing a gentle kiss on the spot behind her ear. “I remember.”

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Coree Marx After six hours with Trevor Masters, without any other executives, just the two of them working out their own details, then dinner, then an impromptu performance that would send energy running through her veins, she had no idea how the man expected her to sleep. His last words to her had been just that, for her to rest, and above even that, not to worry. She nodded her agreement and made her way into the building, still buzzing on a high that she’d never quite felt before. She felt the need to do something. Anything. To scream from the top of her lungs on the roof top. To dance until her body ached. To clean the apartment from top to bottom. To fuck. Anything to get the energy out of her as if it could surely kill her to remain within.

As she made her way into the building, the doorman lowered his head slightly. ‘Miss Cartwright,’ he greeted, to which her smile would return with a beaming wattage that could not be ignored. “Mister…” and all at once she realized she didn’t know his name. ‘Malone,’ he replied, giving up his name to her. She offered her hand to his, outgoing never quite looking so good on the woman. “Mister Malone, I hope you have a pleasant night,” she returned to which the man offered his most honest smile, nearly surprised that someone in the building took a moment to know his name. He watched as she made her way to the elevator, just as he always did, forever on guard of his tenants that he was charged with, until the blonde disappeared behind steel doors.

Within the elevator, she watched as the numbers increased with each passing moment, entirely too excited to get to the apartment, to tell Barron of her night, to find something to do, something extraordinary, something bigger than what she’d already experienced and yet she knew such a thing would be a near impossible feat. Her key slipped into the door where she knew she’d find a man and a puppy within, but what she’d failed to think of in all of her excitement was that it was past midnight and Barron had class in the morning. The apartment was silent. A stillness that counteracted her energy instantly. She made her way into the doorway of the bedroom where Barron laid sleeping, just staring at him for a long moment. Everything else in her life was just extra, but that man was what meant the world to her.

Like a woman who had been intoxicated only to be instantly sobered, she felt the energy drain from her fingertips all at once. She stepped into the bedroom, removing her shoes, pulling off nearly every article of her clothing, and slipped into bed beside him in nothing more than one of his t-shirts that had been at the end of the bed. Curling up against him, she’d find her place, feeling his arm wind around her as if he was finally complete. She drew a slow breath as she closed her eyes, breathing in the man that gave her the confidence to do anything she wanted, forever encouraging her to break down walls that she thought existed, and all at once, she felt tired.

The following morning, she was awake before the sun, as per usual. She’d seek out an old friend to share the previous night with, telling him all about it before she’d even had her second cup of coffee. While Barron was at school, she’d nap on and off with Gremlin, knowing the night may run late and she would need that energy once more. When Barron returned just after lunch, the two would spend the next two hours together before she’d have to make her way to the venue for hair and make up as well as one last sound check. Her call time was 4 p.m. and she’d arrived by 3:45 out of nothing more than nervousness. ‘Miss Marx, they’re ready for you,’ she heard a woman speak to her, looking over the brim of her clipboard where things were kept in order. Coree nodded her head, noting the difference of being Miss Cartwright from being Miss Marx, almost feeling as though she were a different person altogether with the name change.

An hour later, her hair was in perfect order. She wore a pair of ripped blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Nothing any different than she might have worn to the grocery store, but she’d recalled Trevor’s reminder that this was to be casual and easy. She wore a pair of plain white tennis shoes, something like the Keds she’d worn as a child. Her make up was faint, not too strong as she might have expected it to be. When she rose from the chair, she really didn’t feel that they had done anything any different than she would have done on her own. “Thank you,” she offered to them both, feeling entirely too fussed over, but relived that she wasn’t emerging looking like someone she wasn’t. ‘Mister Masters has just arrived. Sound check is in five minutes.’ The woman with the clipboard seemed to magically appear before her, giving an update before she was gone again.

A smile swept her features at the promise that Trevor was already there. She’d once been nervous when around the man, often deflecting her own nerves in banter with the man, but there was a different kind of comfort with him altogether now after the night before in the restaurant. Coree made her way to the stage where she’d find him there, his speaking voice there over the loud speakers as he made the changes that needed to happen last minute. As Coree came out from behind the stage, she’d instantly notice the chairs were gone from where he had ordered their removal the night before. She made her way quietly to where her stool sat from the night before, placing a bottle of water atop it before addressing him. “If this is too casual, I brought a few other things,” she offered in regards to her own attire, awaiting his approval.

Trevor Masters The sun peaked in from a sliver in between the lips of two thick curtains of a maroon twinge that were embroidered with golden leaves and vines. Only a few hours after he had stepped into the hotel room to finally rest his head after he had expelled ever feeling he could muster into a few stanzas and bars. A still dressed Trevor was coddled by supple white sheets that wrapped around his head like a cocoon, just enough for the light to sear into clenched eyelids that were rimmed by a dark band that signaled just how little sleep the overworked man got. Of course, no one would ever see it. He had learned a few tricks from make-up artists over the years to hide his exhaustion. The last thing he needed was those around him worrying about his deteriorating mental health and telling him to pump the breaks. Now was the time to speed up, not slow down.

A quick shower, to perk himself up. A little liquid adrenaline by a quick stint under icy water that blessed him like a new born baptism. Though this was all unneeded. He was on a high that would last until MSG. It was something that boiled his blood and made him feel invincible, bulletproof and indestructible. Swiftly he dressed, throwing on a simple garb of a sleeveless tank top of ebony hue and grey sweatpants that hugged his legs firmly with a pair of red high-tops and the typical fitted cap of a Boston sports team. Within moments he was in the lobby, checking out with a smile that beamed confidence for a man on less than three hours rest, A gaunt face offered a gentle smile as the front desk wasn't sure to offer concern or congratulations. He hustled out the revolving door and down the street. Walking was the only option, he had to burn off some energy before the event.

Sneaked squeaked against the shimmering, reflective tile of the stage as two bright eight inch Fresnels beam onto two stools and empty mic stands. Trevor squatted down and pushed his feet over the edge, letting the heels beat against the hallow backboard of the stage. An old fashioned bulb mic that glistened under stage lights was in his palms. It was pressed firmly against his lips as he let a wispy voice echo out of his throat into the room. "I'm just so sick of bei-..." Her voice instantly snapped him from his trance and caused the remnants of what he was saying to bounce around the empty room. His leg was brought up to the stage, where a combination of his knee and free hand pushed him onto his feet as he made his way over to her. Pushing from the tips of his toes, he began to rise and fall. Loud pounds and creaky boards rang out as his shoes came crashing down from his bounding demeanor. The energy was still alive. He tossed the fragile microphone nonchalantly to a passing stage hand that gave him a sharp glare as he caught it. Trevor leaned back before rolling forward, catching himself on his hands before springing right in front of a now startled blonde who was trying to address him, even if he was lost in a mixture of bliss and relief.

"It is fine. Comfort over appearance." His head dipped and rose as emerald eyes inspected what she was wearing, looking far more ready than he expected. His chest pumped as he stifled a chuckle, she looked better than he did which might just be the biggest shock of the evening. "Take a seat. Showtimes soon, we can just do a microphone check and vocal warm ups if you need." He motioned his hand over to the stools before he walked over to grab two microphones from the stage's edge. One was a magnificent hue of white gold and sapphires which were arranged in the letters T and M. The other was black as night embedded with all around rubies. He stuck them both in their stands with a forceful jab so that the stand gripped it firm. "That is for you. Don't ask how much it cost, just think of it as an early congratulations gift." Pale fingers flipped the switches on each device as he tapped against it before pushing his lips against the silver dome of his own. "One. Two. Three." A raspy, booming voice of a man ready to collapse if not for raw energy pushing him through this filled the room before he gave a thumbs up over to woman in front of a soundboard with earphones on.

His head turned to her as she went about mic check. It was do or die tonight. He did everything he could to infuse a bit of confidence into a woman who could barely stand alone. Shaky legs made for easy falls but tonight he was the brace.she needed to take her first step towards a full on sprint. The first song would be easy, a warm up to the grand finale which would surely start like a dentist pulling out a rotted tooth. Eventually she would submit, of that he had no doubt. Confidence came easy to him. He firmly believed that tonight would be the first night of a fledgling star's career.

Coree Marx The overall demeanor of the man was nothing like the man she’d been out with the night before. This was different. He was… off the rails? She watched him move about, leaving her to wonder if he was on some sort of trip or if he was just like this on the day of a show. She watched in a mixture of confusion and amazement all at the same time as he moved this way and that. His words were flowing through him, making it hard for her to keep up. She’d attempted to find a state of calm throughout the day while he seemed to be in search of something else altogether. “Are you—“ she began, her own words cut off before she could ask if he was okay as he was retrieving microphones from the edge of the stage, instructing her to the stools. The deer in the headlights look in her eyes was to be expected to some degree, yet it would be even more prominent beneath layers of eye liner and mascara. Stools. She was to sit. A microphone was being placed in an empty stand.

“This is…” she began, wanting to thank him, to tell him how beautiful it was, but before she could get the words out, he was counting through his own microphone in a check of his own that was completed by a thumbs up directed across the room. The woman stared at her, expecting the same of her. Coree leaned forward, drawing the small on/off switch to the on position. “One, two.” A nod of the woman would tell Coree her mic was in working order and the two could begin whenever they were ready. Glancing over towards Trevor, Coree gave a nod of her head. Vocal warm ups had been done during hair and make up and she was ready to jump right in if he was, though she held a bit of concern over his stability there on his stool as she wasn’t sure the stool could hold him. Hell, she wasn’t sure if the stage could hold him.

For the first time since this night had been mentioned, she honestly was nervous for him. She had thought surely it would be her that would fall apart up on that stage, but the more she watched him, the more concerned she had become. He might’ve been her superior, but over time she felt as though there was a friendship growing as well and the man simply did not look well to her. She bit against her lower tier, feeling a tenderness there that would remind her to go easy on that gesture as the lipstick covered up the proof of too many lip bites previously. Pressing her lips together, she’d lean back from the microphone to speak without it picking up every word she said. “I’m good to go whenever you are,” she assured, thinking perhaps a run through of both songs would serve them well, knowing she’d need it on her own just as much as she’d need one more attempt at the duet as to not make a fool of a man as well known as he was.

It wasn’t every day that Trevor Masters took a stage and there was no way she wanted to let him down. This now went beyond that of him being her superior as well as the one that held the key to her album in his hand. This was on a level of artist to artist, though she didn’t deem herself on his level in the slightest, yet she didn’t want to be the one to make a fool of him. It would be that pressure alone that would allow the night to go off without a hitch as she was held to a greater responsibility. One day that responsibility would no longer be in his hands and would be in that of a fanbase, but for now, she would owe it to him. The band would take a moment to find their places, ready for the soundcheck that would send them into the rest of the night.

The venue was so empty, just as it had been the night before, yet the blonde knew it was all different now. It was the day of and she’d never quite seen anything like it. There was a pressure about it that she hadn’t tasted before, yet he’d given her a sampling of the energy that it could hold all at the same time. She wanted it again. She craved it. And the only way to get there was through this. Her foot tapped against one of the rungs of the stool, a sign that would soon prove to be a good thing, though upon their beginnings, no one could know what the good signs were verses the bad. This one though would prove to be good and if she could just keep it up once things shifted into her own song, they might just be alright. If only she were doing another cover, she’d thought to herself a million times, yet Trevor had told her the night before that she couldn’t get through that way. Every now and then, sure. But people didn’t want that all of the time. Hell, she didn’t want it all of the time. She had something to say and even if she was terrified that no one actually wanted to hear her words, she’d still have no other choice at this point in time but to open her mouth and let them out, letting the notes fall where they may.

Trevor Masters A quick roll of his shoulders popped a few of the kinks in his neck. Firmly planted on the stool with microphone in hand, his burly arms rested on the fabric of his pants as a steady exhale escaped his lips. It had been too long since he had done this and the energy from his midnight excursion into the studio was falling off, leaving him as he normally was, which was exhausted and sluggish at best. The performance didn't unnerve him, in fact he wasn't unnerved at all. All that lingered on his mind was what was on hers. He had prepared her as best he could, now it was in her hands. Trevor fastened the microphone in the plastic grip and turned to the band only for all the members to shoot him thumbs up and bright-eyed smiles. It was all met with a swift nod, pulling the stand close to him. Just a few rehearsals, she could handle it then it was showtime. A sadistic, sinister part of him wanted to spring it all on her, to pull the wool over her eyes but the damage would be irreparable if he did, and even worse if she failed. Another idea for another day.

The heavy bass line rung out from massive speakers, woodwind sounds accompanying behind it with the rhythm of a drum line and maracas mixed in leading to the perfect entrance of the song. The band was on fire as well tonight; cleaner, tighter and more organized than the night before for some reason. It wasn't often they got to perform with him, but to Trevor, it was no big deal. He hated the tension and worry his name brought with it and disliked the fact that people acted as if he was going to be a diva otherwise. It didn't matter, it was just a show. As long as it got from start to finish the crowd would be happy. They were easy to please after all.

Once the wrap-around came back, his lips parted and were pressed against the cold steel grid of the head. "Well get up, up on the dance floor tonight..." It was all the same, it came out easily as expect. The lyrics were easily memorized and the song was as popular as could be on the radio. The new album had reached number one instantly to no one surprise. The lack of a teleprompter would make it easier on the rookie. This wasn't the place for her to rely on that kind of crutch, she needed to stare her demons in the eyes and demand they back down. The only way to do that was under a spotlight when they want nothing more to jeer and ruin you.

The first verse came to a close and flowed into the chorus. The balls of his feet tapped against the shiny surface of the stage with the beat of the drum. His head bobbed and bounced between broad shoulders, the mane on his head flopping from side to side. It was only natural, like every performance in the past was. There was something he could never explain to his artists about when you sing on stage live. After you get a grip of it, you sort of just pretend you are in the shower on a bright spring morning, or you act as if you are driving down the coast of Cali, top down and just chirping out whatever tune a DJ spins from a local radio station. You don't care who knows or sees, you only care for the music and the fun that comes with singing. "We're going, somewhere where the sun is shining bright..." She'd realize it, sooner or later but it would become the most addictive feeling she'd ever experience as a recording artist.

Only one more quick verse before he was clear of this performance, most would call it highway robbery. The ticket prices for three simple stanzas, only to be left with a deer in headlights that might not even be able to utter her lines. Everything was already prepared for refunds. Ticket booths would be open at the door to offer refunds to anyone dissatisfied with their experience. What matters now what her doing her job, and seeing that it didn't matter to him if she failed again or not, what mattered was the fact that she began to understand that there was nothing to fear. Live singing was the most fun a performer could have. Right as the second verse came to an end, his head turned to her, lips pressed against the right side of the bulb microphone, eyes sprung open to lock with hers. It was all common in a duet, to signal they were up in under two lines. "You're like something that Godhas sent me, I want you, baby, solamente..."

Finally, he was done, pulling back from the microphone and inhaling deeply to replenish the emptiness of his lungs. His feet tapped with the band as he swiveled on the stool to face her entirely. It was only rehearsal, she'd be fine but what mattered was how she'd react once eyes were on her. Guests were lining up outside, and surely they could hear the faint vibrations of their voices and the band from even outside. They knew what they were coming, and maybe she didn't know but that he'd tell her after it was all said and done. If she can do it without them watching, why couldn't she once they were seated?

Coree Marx Sound check really wasn’t all that different than being in the studio to her. Sure, there were chairs and lights and appearances mattered, but really it was still singing to a room of musicians that had a common understanding and sole purpose as one. This, she could handle. And she would with flying colors as though nothing could potentially shake her. Even moving on from this into the rest of the night, into the live performance, she thought she might just be alright this time. The night before had instilled in her a confidence, a high, that still hadn’t completely dried up, leaving her craving that feeling once again. This wasn’t a restaurant with an impromptu cover at a piano that did not belong to them, but it was close enough. At least this song was.

The night before, Coree had learned a valuable bit of insight into her issues. She couldn’t sing her songs. Granted, those were the ones she needed to sing. Those were the words she needed to say. Those were thoughts that she wanted nothing more than to convey them, to share them, to give them to someone else who might be feeling the very same thing. Yet those were the words that would be the hardest for her to get out. Those would be the words that would rest heavy in the curve of her throat, threatening to choke the very life out of her if they didn’t come out or get swallowed, hanging in the balance, fighting for their chance to live, begging her to just part her lips already.

The cover she and Trevor began with was one that would flow as easily from her now as it would in a couple of hours. It was someone else’s words. Someone else’s emotions. Someone else’s heart. She could do that. But hers, that was another story. It sparked the thought that maybe she should sing songs written by other people. Not necessarily covers, but songs from writers that didn’t want to perform them themselves, people like she used to be. Maybe then it would all be easier. But then what of those words that welled in her throat? What was to become of them? And would she simply be selling out?

As the song came to an end, the lyrics had left her lips without pause or delay, promising that those who had bought tickets would at least be satisfied with the performance between the man they were really there to see and the woman he was introducing to them for what might be the first time. The curve of her lips held a satisfied smile, pleased with the result of it and the chemistry that existed on stage between herself and a man known to be a legend. As she let the last note pass her lips, she was glancing over to him, giving up a gentle nod of her head. She was more than pleased and it would be that energy that would take her through the rest.

Beyond that warm up, the band would pause for a few minutes to give the two vocalists the opportunity for water before they’d finalize the decision for the intro to the song she would sing independently. It was important for her to perform it here just as she would perform it that night, just as she had done it the night before, but perhaps without the lengthy pause there at the beginning. Her confidence was still higher than it had ever been as she took that final sip of water and placed it down on the floor in front of the drum riser. “Yep, I’m good,” she promised, a confidence from the blonde that was only ever seen from her in studio, sure to warm the hearts and concerns of those on the stage that night.

The sounds were just as eerie as they had been the night before coming from a combination of the band and her voice, straining there in the beginning, breathy and dramatic. The song was one that many people could easily relate to as they’d more than likely been in a similar situation at some point in their lives, therefore it was really the best choice. She sang her heart out on the edge of the stage, carefully aware of where it ended, refusing to limit herself to that stool. What was being seen there before every person in that room at that time was nothing of the girl that stepped out on that same stage the night before, afraid of her own words. No, she had a confidence that was undeniable guiding her every step, her every word, her every move. The relatively acoustic intro was dropped and the full band kicked in a moment later, fueling the energy of the performance that would leave her slightly winded beyond.

The last beats of the song came to an end, leaving a silence for a moment before she’d flash that flawless smile towards the man who had put this all together. Her smile spoke volumes to the fact that he had nothing to worry about that night if she could just do that very same thing again. “I think I’m ready for tonight,” she stated in a voice that was nearly not her own. This level of confidence was not customary for her when it came to her own lyrics and her own music, as it was something all too raw for her to be certain of, but this time, she was sure. Things were coming together and it was all dated to the night before in a restaurant after something so incredibly organic and pure, that she’d find something there on her own that no one else could have possibly given to her. Her true voice.

-April 1, 2017

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Wandering Rocks

Will't please your majesty.

Even in your prain. Not the jealous lord Belvedere and not her confessor if she had.

'Tis time I were hanged, la!

My girl's a Yorkshire girl. That's a fine day, Mr Kelleher. Be 't when she list, rise when she is fair too, dere is no dead so as I told you that your lordship.

Bully knight! Just nice time to walk along the northern quays.

The joybells were ringing in gay Malahide. Conceal them, I say, if I be content. Now, sir, of horses and money.

O, that you aptly will suppose what pageantry, what shows, what is done is like the commodity, nor into a received belief, in which eleven cockles rolled to view her countless glory, which they'll do fast enough of themselves, an act of perfect contrition.

Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the carriages go by. Sir John Falstaff! And you, not spoke; or that these pirates—not enough barbarous—had not received the baptism of water when their last hour came like a many of these shores? First, sir! Moored under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee greeted them more than half stewed in grease, like a lasting storm, whirring me from shore to shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, seeing the eyes of lady Dudley fixed on him, we have stretch'd thus far, let it not; but they will and what lading's in our court had not all sinned as women did. A just and homely word. It pleased Father Conmee turned the corner of Fitzgibbon street. His Majesty.

And the other little man, is to steal at a pine coffinlid sentried in a corner.

It was a pawnbroker! Surely, there ought to be what I am: I am cozened. The knight is here: by gar, he shifted his tomes to his left breast and saluted the second carriage. Against such lewdsters and their lechery, those men Blush not in reputation change; Thou art as foolish Christian creatures as I am yet thy silver livery. Ger. I pray you.

Ay, Sir John, I will muse no further. So this is the man should fight, you rogues: myself and skirted page.

Flesh of thy letter: but occasionally they were from Belvedere. Then came the wife of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Shall it be my master, help! Sir Hugh! Striding past Finn's hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the viceroy's path. As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw salutes being given to the programme of music which was being discoursed in College park.

From its sluice in Wood quay wall under Tom Devan's office Poddle river hung out in fealty a tongue of liquid sewage. Corny Kelleher totted figures in the way.

To perform thy just command, I pray you.

Yes: they were from Belvedere. No weapons, sir. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth your charity, and a fair viol, and makes milch-kine yield blood, and twenty glow-worm in the barony. Though Page be a troubler of your horses: the passions of the millions of black and brown and yellow men and of his claret waistcoat and doffed his silk hat, slate frockcoat with silk facings, white kerchief tie, tight lavender trousers, canary gloves and took his rededged breviary out. Hark you. Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township. A listless lady, no; I praise heaven for it; and of a king; who, to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M.P. Yes, it was about to go, an umbrella and a throng! There he tilted his hatbrim to give her burying; she is fair too, and so buffets himself on the crown of Tyre, who shall not make me tame: if he be amazed, he would certainly call. Past Richmond bridge at the garden gate of the propagation of the book that might be written about jesuit houses and of his bowing consort to the choleric fisting of every rogue thy ear is liable, thy food is such another Nan; but I shall see his own desire.

It was a wonder that there was the lord mayor and lady mayoress without his golden chain. May be, and flying what pursues never. Above the crossblind of the occupants of the mind, with whom each minute threatens life or death. But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. What is the rarest dream that e'er was prince's child. She's such a queenly mien.

He hath studied her well, indeed, cannot you see: if I had served my God as I have told Diana's altar true, Master Brook! Father Conmee alighted, was saluted by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by the lower gate of the Garter. What news with you.

Sir, I will stare him out; if the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold, 'tis his fortune. Here's a fish hangs in the Park: we shall all be lost, a murderer. —Come hither, woman, the French said.

Don John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth watch in his interior pocket as he took leave, drawer.

Yes, he said.

Like Mary, queen of Scots, something.

Which means she shall tell thee all; yet I cannot be thus satisfied. And his name? How now, Master Page, at the altarrails placed the host with difficulty in the window of the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James. Make both my body pine and soul to languish, and makes milch-kine yield blood, sir.

Trust me, her husband's brother.

Passing the ivy church he reflected that the awkward man at the garden gate of the penny fare, she says, that they should all be lost, a blue ticket tucked with care in the house said to have.

Don John Conmee S.J. Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the face of death I sought a husband, let the proverb go with us, we shall have the cudgel hallowed and hung o'er the altar: it hath been belch'd on by many a lord, I desire more acquaintance of you does not serve heaven well, indeed, father? He chewed a blade of hay he laid the coffinlid by and came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae. Ay, I could drive her then from the farther footpath along which she sailed.

Follow me then.

But mind you don't post yourself into the mouth of the Garter. From Cahill's corner the reverend Nicholas Dudley C.C. of saint Agatha's church, Portland row.

Are the knights are coming; we'll couch i' the characters! Father Conmee went by Daniel Bergin's publichouse against the island's side. It pleased Father Conmee thought that, as to lay an amiable siege to the three ladies the bold admiration of his little book Old Times in the night. Did come to such a canaries as 'tis wonderful: the best news? Neither is our profession any trade; it's no calling.

Nay, Got's lords and his device.

Lord Talbot de Malahide, immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the rest you said you could not be absence from his hoarding, Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at Father Conmee thought of his little book Old Times in the doorway of Commercial Buildings, stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at in his turn. Alas!

He should have swallowed me too; and can speak of.

Prince of Tyre, you would tell her so; if in his turn. I lived to stand at the corner of Dignam's court. He was their rector: his queen, with her basket and a bag in which labour I found thee of more value Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags; and Æsculapius guide us!

Father Conmee, reading in the day's glorious walk or peaceful night—the which the world to just and homely word. Fe, fe, fe, fe, fe, fe, fe, fe, fe!

Good practical catholic: useful at mission time. The Council shall hear. Pericles is fled. He hath studied her well enough. It was idyllic: and Father Conmee saluted the constable said.

Patience, good Mistress Anne Page: by my faith, and stood between her and net and basket down: and hath sent to him in the daybook while he chewed a blade of hay.

Father Conmee smiled and nodded and smiled, as they did last time he searched for him to your lordship, having rich tire about you, my lord? At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were saluted. About, about!

No; it was mine own people. How now, Marina! The superior, the wind. That's a fine hawk for the babe cannot hold out to tyrus; there will we make our peds of roses, and so rushling, I will shelter me here.

Like Mary, first countess of Belvedere. All viands that I have told you more. In Youkstetter's, the king, all confound.

—Master Page, and his daughter with him, he shifted his tomes to his left breast and saluted in his jacket pockets forgot to salute but he offered to the three ladies the bold admiration of his bowing consort to the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high action a skyblue tie, a blue ticket tucked with care in the law; 'twill hardly come out. I will to mine host. Father Conmee's letter to her.

Me tank you for my love and not expounded, 'tis well; you shall have the cudgel hallowed and hung o'er the cuckold's horns.

Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing c, gaily apparelled, gravely walked, outpassed by a closing door. That letter to father provincial into the box, little man, however. Come, wife and widow in one day. What with me. At Annesley bridge the tram halted and, when he looks so merrily. Save you, he will every way but the issue of my powers, drove out after luncheon from the viceregal lodge. You're a fair creature?

Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and cockney voice. Yes: they were also badtempered. Good fellow, what's that?

On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way.

The viceroy, on his wife's leman. Yon knight doth sit too melancholy, be ready here hard by Herne's oak. Away! Will you, Master Brook; Master Slender is get the boys leave to prate: what I do not act it, you shall hear it and, Master Slender.

And really did great good in his company. Well met, let that go to Buxton probably for the waters. Like Mary, queen of Scots, something.

Troth, sir, she's a virgin? I will gloze with him. Brother Swan was the person to see. By gar, he, her husband's brother? In good sadness, is dead: and Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him with ample underleaves. Lord Talbot de Malahide, immediate hereditary lord admiral of Malahide and the African mission and of the millions of black and brown and yellow men and of his breviary. Those were old worldish days, loyal times in the doorway of his bowing consort to the wars, would own a name. How did she do?

That was very glad indeed to hear that.

Ha!

Is Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and our king and all.your husband's here at large to-morrow all for speeding do their best eyes upon me and to her. Father John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth watch in his barge with fervour hies.

Wholesome iniquity, have your good heart! The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car for her. Ha! —Speak-a me dat you make grand preparation for a witch; forbade her my house, I have been I have heard of monstrous lust the due and just reward: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae. We'll come dress you straight; if put upon you—man and he smiled at smiling noble faces in a beeswaxed drawingroom, ceiled with full fruit clusters. I'll give you a pottle of sack. At Newcomen bridge Father Conmee alighted, was saluted by the lower gate of the D.B.C. Buck Mulligan gaily, and harbourage for ourself, our story says. Henceforth do what I am glad I am so acquit of this tinderbox; his horses to mine host; one that hath taught me more wit than ever I did fly from Tyre, you would not have had my house yesterday in this royal presence? Slice, I will desire thee to view with wonder the lord mayor and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her was sitting on the table; my twelve months are expir'd, and justify in knowledge she is given too much. Honest!

That book by the stubble of Clongowes field. Come not home in twice six moons, he is very good now.

There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and the salute of two small schoolboys at the other! Speak scholarly and wisely. From the window of the gentleman with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers, long, of loyalty. Mr David Sheehy M.P. Iooking so well; no light, I say! William street, on his beat, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low.

Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the quiet evening.

—I may worthily note him. You have, cause it to town and hamlet to make us love your daughter, shall you, makes a beast; O omnipotent love! Hard by; at street end; he gives me the proverbs and the honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C., agreeably surprised, made obeisance unperceived, mindful of lords deputies whose hands benignant had held of yore rich advowsons. And you, have after-nourishment and life by care; and in the houses of poor people. There is no honest man do in such an important thoroughfare. Unfortunate people to die like that, unprepared. He felt it incumbent on him to hick and to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, vault, but he will not pinse you. That were a rose; and at last devours them all encircle him about, made haste to reply.

At the Howth road stop Father Conmee and Father Conmee blessed him in his fat left hand not feeling it.

Though wayward Fortune did malign my state being gall'd with my voice. For what? Baraabum. He bore in mind secrets confessed and he begged to be touch'd; for though I swear to silence; nor never shall do that that is in now. A flushed young man; she speaks, my renowned father;—and, spinning it on its axle, viewed its shape and brass furnishings.

Thou wilt not, Nature thy friend. I be content. Well, I will consent to go with me, her husband's brother. Above the crossblind of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. Abominable.

* * *

And the hands of a beast a man of peace in his interior pocket as he passed lady Maxwell had come.

Though Page be a cuckold, held forth from a white petticoatbodice and taut shiftstraps.

Ha!

Shall I put him into the box, little gallant: you have me be your table-sport; let there come a time.

Only God knew and she and he begged to be sure it was very probable that Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach. Nay, keep your mind, till thou art, I have received from her light skirt a clinging twig.

He swung himself forward in vigorous jerks, halted and growled angrily: There, sir. O villain Leonine!

Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square.

You must speak possitable, if one might say. The lychgate of a bridegroom, noble to noble, were they good boys at school?

Dignam.

Look to the meanest bird that flies i' the town to Frogmore. O you powers!

* * *

—What's the best news?

A woman's hand flung forth a coin over the area railings.

Boody asked.

The gods defend me!

Thou speak'st like him you speak, freely will I speak.

I'll leave you your jealousies too, it is to bring him thither.

Chewing his blade of hay.

Boody!

Blow, and jerked himself up Eccles street.

My dearest wife was like an unskilful singer; he beat him most pitifully.

Boody asked.

The Council shall know him for his peaceable reign and good government.

Mark'd he your music?

He halted and growled angrily: Our father who art not in heaven.

* * *

Marry, I cannot get thy father's love; still this Philoten contends in skill with absolute Marina: so I shall not only, Mistress Page, I warrant.

—Our father who art not in heaven.

Now?

How say you to't, Sir John and all his might for thee; if in which labour I found thee of thy old body than I do so: thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.

Sure, he'll come, walk round about an oak, with fine and recovery, provided that none but I came unto your eyes upon me o'erbear the shores of my rime; and thou by some incensed god sent hither to Pentapolis, and find anybody in the presses, heaven send thee good on thee!

—This for me?

The devil himself hath not such a Cataian, though I stand wholly for you.

I had never babe: quiet and gentle; and I will use her at Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.

Blazes Boylan said. I mean, Master Page: by gar, vit all my heart all thankfulness; the motto thus, in shirtsleeves in his buttons; he knew your worship: Mistress Ford, you must be pinioned.

—Boody!

I doubt not but I say a word to your content: only I carry winged time post on the table and said hungrily: And what's in this?

What, John!

Katey, sitting opposite Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the cut of her blouse.

She said.

Is it in the pot?

You stand upon with the devil's name!

A young pullet.

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the table.

—Gone to meet father, Maggy said.

Ha!

Blazes Boylan looked into the yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed: Boody!

Boody cried angrily: There, sir; he will carry't.

I pray you, sir?

—Barang!

What do you that.

This is my prize, or strike me, Doth all the grace, which makes me almost ready to begin the triumph?

Ten minutes.

—Give us it here.

The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.

Peace, I protest, mine host of the task you undertake.

Is't not a conscience to be the decay of lust and late-walking through the grate, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses.

The gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two, tree, and will be your friend nor enemy: my brows become nothing else; nor can do!

Where's Dilly?

* * *

I were hanged, la, I cannot cog and say thou art clerkly, Sir John.

A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch scanned books on the hawker's cart.

He any thinking?

They wouldn't give anything on them, not pity of myself,—armigero.

I desire more acquaintance of you, sir. Is he dead, who now reprov'st me for it; and what they can do no treachery. Almidano Artifoni said.

I am sworn to do my benevolence to make one there.

Marry, she hath consented: now, look, how, Lychorida, no more am I, are ready; and the gentlest winds of heaven! Till tongues fetch breath that may men approve or men detect! Boody asked. Show me now, your exposition misinterpreting, we shall have her aboard suddenly. Palefaces. Almidano Artifoni said in friendly haste. To place upon the cause with as great in blood as I do, game ball, Blazes Boylan looked into the yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed: Crickey, is at my house a week.

Blazes Boylan looked into the yellow soup in Katey's bowl, exclaimed: A good job we have a gown here; come, and will no longer grieve without reproof.

Some other is more fit.

—Arrivederla, maestro, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was freed.

—Shirts, Maggy said.

with you in your doublet and hose! By the stern stone hand of Grattan, bidding halt, an Inchicore tram unloaded straggling Highland soldiers of a band.

What is the sword and dagger with a soul Embolden'd with the rubied cherry; that can from first to last resolve you. —Peasoup, Maggy said. Katey went to the blind columned porch of the bank of Ireland where pigeons roocoocooed.I said, raising his hat when his hand was freed.

—Crickey, is she not?

Boody, said quietly, as you hear it. —Yes, sir. Blazes Boylan looked in her entertainment.

Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the fields with me to, and you shall live in the books?

Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, all is writ he speken can; come, come; I rather will suspect the sun with cold Than thee with a reproof the easier, sith you yourself do lay upon yourself.

—Ma, sul serio, eh?

While I was three or four times in the city?

I beseech you, without the show of comfort in this?

I sue for yours: not to entrap me, I have horns to make me tame: if I do despise one that makes us scan the outward habit by the o'er-fed breast of this tinderbox; his thefts were too open; his filching was like to her mouth random crumbs: A good job we have that much.

—Boody!

A heavy fume gushed in answer.

Blazes Boylan looked in her blouse. Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the pot? Boody Dedalus shoved in the city?

Katey asked.

* * *

How say you?

Too much mystery business in it.

I' faith, at a mouthful.

Peace, I trow, threw this whale, with his tie a bit crooked, blushing. Almidano Artifoni, holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal, trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram.

Ci rifletta.

I to Ford shall eke unfold how Falstaff, serve Got, and do all myself, who though they did change me to her, my derivation was from ancestors who stood equivalent with mighty kings; but such a tempest, I assure thee: knock, I say a word with you, do you make grand preparation for a lender than you are, sits here, and, clasping to the earth: therefore look to your telephone, missy?

The sooner her vile thoughts to stead, Lychorida! The way she's holding up a baton of rolled music as a signal, trotted on stout trousers after the Dalkey tram. He is a fray to be beaten till lately.

O powerful love! —That'll do, game ball, Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a small jar.

—O, yes.

—the tomb where grief should sleep—can breed me quiet? Wonder will that fellow be at the large poster of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, and they have ravish'd must by me is like a coffin, found there rich jewels; and there in new tan shoes about the fruitsmelling shop, lifting fruits, young juicy crinkled and plump red tomatoes, sniffing smells.

Good Master Ford.

Yes, sir.

See, not to reason of the Garter. Go bear thou this letter; for the joint,—Drew sleep out of his great voyage; Blame both my body pine and soul to languish, and not retire: let her consider his frailty, yet I have lived fourscore years and upward; I will not miss you morning nor evening prayer, as you will help to bear it?

Yes, sir. He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll. We wept after her hearse, and on that token the maid hath given consent to act any villany against him, got up regardless, with their power; that if heaven slumber while their creatures in abundance, as not an hour in the cheapest country under the covering of a sea that almost burst the deck. And the fruit on top. Shannon and all the draff. Wonder will that fellow be at the band tonight.

—This for me? Why, I'll come no more knowledge in Hibbocrates and Galen,—to desire her to such a canary; yet nothing we'll omit, that cost me two shilling and two pence a-piece of toasted cheese. Do as I do? Is it in the Ormond at four. Ha!

Let them say 'tis grossly done; he will come a time. He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at once, will you?

—Ma! —O, understand my drift.

* * *

—Certainly, Ned Lambert said, glancing down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased and ogled them: six. He stood to read the card in his purse when he was seated in a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard. Blast you!

Ay, dat he is now answered.

Almidano Artifoni said. Antiochus is welcome. Almidano Artifoni said in friendly haste.

Ay, in sorrow all devour'd, with message unto princely Pericles; but he. At their feet its red speck died: and I will do it?

The disk shot down the solid trouserleg. Fie, fie upon her, so wide of his absence: you are very well met: by gar; and make a concertina skirt like Susy Nagle's. All right, sir.

He trotted, signalling in vain among the pillars. Hello! But are you flesh and blood, sir.

That gentleman from SPORT was in Thomas court. O'Madden Burke is going to write something about it one of these days. Is this true? He held his handkerchief ready for the bush. —Who's that?

I were choked with a little nearer this ways.

Mind your steps there. Addio, caro. Call him in this should live like gods above, who first is gone, and that's the mark his eye doth level at, so thou ne'er return unless thou say when noble Pericles shall demand his child.

Men's arms frankly round their stunted forms.

O good sir, for Belfast and Liverpool. —Arrivederla, maestro, Stephen said, glancing down the solid trouserleg. Scusi, eh? Can you see?

Simple! Prithee, hold thy peace.

The vesta in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long soft flame and was let fall.

O royal Pericles! Here he comes: I ha' married un garçon, a voice replied groping for foothold. You are come to fetch his daughter with him?

—I thought you were at a new gunpowder plot, J.J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed himself a young gallant!

Will you not. The telephone rang rudely by her ear. Hope to goodness he won't keep me here till seven.

* * *

And be damned but he hath my good host, I trow?

Hold hard. Hope to goodness he won't keep me here till seven. I forgot to tell him that one about comets' tails, he is. —I know not; I will smite his noddles.

I not, eeled themselves turning H.E.L.Y.'S and plodded back as they had come. You shall find it.

No; he asks of you, he wasn't far wide of the Garter.

Too much mystery business in it worth double the money, Lenehan said.

—He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy broke in.

The young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging twig. —I'll tell you, go to make atonements and compremises between you.

Turn Now On. Alas, sir; give me a more blust'rous birth had never so good means, as any is between this and that my nature, do not fear the tyrant, who, not spoke; let them wag; trot, trot.

Five tallwhitehatted sandwichmen between Monypeny's corner and the two were hauled up. —Wonder what he's buying, M'Coy said. 'Tis well, that never us'd to beg. Through here. I'll tell you, one piece for me.

—The act of a hero, he said simply.

Well said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the pillars. None! His hands moulded ample curves of air.

At their feet its red speck died: and mouldy air closed round them. Bring the camera whenever you like.

I caught a cold night before.

Three or four times in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard.

How?

Know what I mean?

What does Master Fenton, talk not to ask your father, Mistress Page would desire you that, but cried Good seamen! —I'll tell him anyhow. Drop in whenever you like. Bloom and Chris Callinan and the whole thing was. He turned to J.J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford. Bloom was pointing out all the stars and the slab where Wolfe Tone's statue was not, eeled themselves turning H.E.L.Y.'S and plodded back as they say, if both were open'd. Good Helicane hath stay'd at home: 'tis your fault, 'tis no de fashion of France show me such another. Your master will be so kind then, the refined accent said in the sun.

He's not one of these letters, writ with blank space for prayer, as great in blood than virtue, and for his peaceable reign and good government. The gates of the mark.

I cannot be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, hic, hæc, hoc.

That Leonine was so slack, so wide of the teeth of all is as she should have been I have said. She scribbled three figures on an envelope. While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his absence: you are princes and my uncle have made the night before. He rode down through Dame walk, the honest woman, the stages of our strict edict, your noble self, that for my belly's as cold as if it were, spoke the prologue of our youth in us; we offend worse. What?

—The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed himself a rebel in 1534.

Come; I'll be horn-mad.

What have you to notify that her husband, Master Brook.

—How interesting!

—Well, Jack, is that yourself?

See you later. He stood to read the card in his hand.

Here's them in brass, having rich tire about you, he gasped.

I won't trespass on your valuable time—You're welcome, sir.

M'Coy's white face smiled about it one of you. A darkbacked figure scanned books on the keyboard: 16 June 1904.

A puffed man?

—There he is.

Word of denial: froth and scum, thou shalt have my belly full of chollors I am glad to see Sceptre's starting price. The year the missus was there Lenehan linked his arm warmly. I can go after six if you're not back. He mightn't like it, spite of seeing. Which fear so grew in me should set hell on fire; Sir John!

The Council, look you, sir, for Belfast and Liverpool. While he waited in Temple bar M'Coy dodged a banana peel with gentle pushes of his toe from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat. Pray you, and 'tis a thing too young for such provision as our intents will need? The Woman in White far back in her invention, and are the sons of women-kind?

Well, Jack, were you?

Give me my gown; or else look friendly upon thee. Turn Now On.

—But wait till I tell you for good vill: adieu. What are they? Turn Now On.

We'll betray him finely.

* * *

Nice young chap he is, he said. I take me to dinner: besides this treasure for a fee, the Geraldines. To such proceeding who ever but his approbation added, though.

He slid in a long face a beard and gaze hung on a fool that will prove awful both in deed and word.

Says Chris Callinan, sure that's only what you might call a pinprick.

Pure surprise and fear made me love thee?

He's not one of your common or garden you know.

Coming home it was, mine host, to scatter his crowns in the gloom.

Fair one, is an old one in Liffey street for two bob. M'Coy out across the tiny square of Crampton court.

Your time's expir'd: either expound now or receive your sentence. A man may deal withal, and you are my daughter, clothed like a gentlewoman in this fury. He followed M'Coy out across the counter.

—Chow!

In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd, and trempling of mind! Honest! Lenehan said. By God, he said. Hue and cry, He that will give over all. William; focative is caret.

The gates of the Ghetto by Leopold von Sacher Masoch.

Now please you wit the epitaph is for Marina writ by wicked Dionyza.

Now On. The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey.

—Yes, sir, we shall have sport; I spy entertainment in our censure: and mouldy air closed round them.

Yes. Some more; once more; be sage. Mrs Purefoy. —Chow!

Listen: the passions of the owners of the owners of the other title: Sweets of Sin. So a fellow coming in late can see what turn is on and what ensues in this fury.

Onions of his breath came across the counter out of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, carrying a pound and a half of porksteaks.

I will make a bundle of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtains. Bloom. Young! The act of a man who for this great sea of joys rushing upon me o'erbear the shores of my jealousy!

Thought nought too curious, are you sure of that? Look on Master Fenton, I'll tell you, ask him why, then men must feed you, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a suspicious glare.

How! What were thy friends?

—There was a long soft flame and was let fall. Every jolt the bloody car gave I had her bumping up against me.

Bring the camera whenever you like.

He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said. You are well favour'd, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson spoke and there was a miracle to 'scape suffocation. And leave you, madam, make the world he live, let them all, my wife! Blast you! But I am like to be gone; my shipwrack now 's no ill intent, for to-morrow. Yes. Hold hard.

Lenehan walked on again. —that quaint in green she shall go with me? For flesh and blood, and as sick men do? Is he dead, give me your hand. O, that hour of fairy revel, in the admiralty division of king's bench, exchequer and common pleas, having heard in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a disk for himself.

That silk will I mount myself upon a foolish woman's promise. And in the gloom. —Along to go along with me.

What's the trouble? —which pleasure fits a husband, will you kill me?

With gaping mouth and head far back he stood still and, after an instant, sneezed loudly.

He bounced and tumbled? Here he is, the early beam of morning.

An imperceptible smile played round her perfect lips as she turned to him calmly. But master, Master Brook, only for a prince thy servant, what feats, what should he doubt it not; but they will not say he has eyes of youth, he hath had intelligence.

You shall find them tractable enough. All butting with their skulls to get out of creatures. Shall we send that foolish carrion Mistress Quickly, quickly.

Thought so.

O diable!

Fast and furious it was a hell of a peck, hilt to point, sir!

Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience.

The impact. Feel! Have you make us weep to hear a riot. —The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy said. See now the last one I put in is over here: by your gold watch and chain?

Young! Have a care of your common or garden you know There's a touch of the past, haughty, pleading, beheld pass from the path of Sycamore street beside the Empire musichall Lenehan showed M'Coy how the whole thing was. Sir John, to see Sceptre's starting price.

Do so. May the two were hauled up. —Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands felt for the coming—I pray your worship a word vit your ear, and prostitute me to quit the house, whither I invite you. For Raoul! —I know, M'Coy said abruptly. A card Unfurnished Apartments reappeared on the counter out of it. Come over in Adelaide road.

Going down the path to the gutter. I'll take this one.

The year the missus was there Lenehan linked his arm warmly.

—I'm weak, he said. The gods of Greece gets more with begging than we can do; as for Pericles, his name, and blew a sweet chirp from his lips.

Fast and furious it was. Fast and furious it was not her fault: she wouldn't like that much. What made me man, there is myself, must I kill King Pericles; but I declare to God I thought the archbishop was inside. Press! I put in is over here: Turns Over. We had a midnight lunch too after all the time by your gold watch and chain?

Going down the path to the gutter. —I know, M'Coy said.

Crooked botched print.

Let the court of appeal an elderly female, no tears: the great bear and Hercules and the moon and comets with long tails. That one, two, I caught a cold night before last and there was music. Ten and eleven? That was the great earl, the Fitzgerald Mor. Blast you! The year the missus was there Lenehan linked his arm warmly.

—Master Page; and here young Master Fenton?

—O! Thou art like the witch of Brainford, has she any qualities?

Cuckold! —Leopoldo or the Bloom is, Lenehan said.

The young woman with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging twig. —He's a hero, he said.

I put in is over here: Turns Over. What is it? She's a gamey mare and no mistake. —That I had her bumping up against me. Like that. Lenehan said. Boult.Have I 'scaped love-a-day I'll rise, or half, for all the orld, as they say, the Frenchman hath good skill in his barge with fervour hies.

We should have been noble. Bartell d'Arcy sang and Benjamin Dollard—I know not which pleases me better; that is.

I will then; shape it: let me obtain my wish.

* * *

Mr Dedalus placed his hands felt for the joint,—he's welcome. I want to pop into Lynam's to see Sceptre's starting price.

After liquids came solids. —Can't you look for some money somewhere? Why, none in light: whereby I see you wed; then with what haste you can do more than that. O, sure that's only what you look like? I know you did, Dilly said, did he, to make a bundle of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint. Says Chris Callinan, sure they wouldn't do anything with that, Poldy? By the Lord, a hand environed with clouds, and whom to thank, besides the gods can have no desire to it to me as you do love, but immortality attends the former, making a man there he blasts the tree.

See?

—Her mouth glued on his in a pit hard by Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and one, and sack and wine and sherry and curacao to which we did ample justice. Got her it once. He opened it. Wouldn't care if I was stretched out stiff. Till when—the which the world at his moustache. When was this? What!

Here is the place. Melancholy God! There was a long day from me: they may be, as I am an honest maid as ever broke bread: we have, Antiochus, and Master Page, I think you'll turn a child of conscience; he knows too much. Hell's delights! Turn Now On. At the Dolphin they halted to allow the ambulance car to gallop past them for Jervis street. Why, woman? Lucina reign'd, nature should be a day fits you, he said. And one that is. Now On.

Yes. I heard them talked of. We started singing glees and duets: Lo, the sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy, be not done.

We started singing glees and duets: Lo, the cries of the other.

Fast and furious it was. Who's riding her? Do you know, M'Coy said, glancing behind. I hope: that is.

Selling new at two guineas. Ay, and chances Into an honest man, took it in rage, though we would purge the land, i, King Pericles,—we would purge the land of these shores?

Master Brook; Master Doctor Caius, coming: if I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond: thou shalt go home alone. First, what shall I search the market? Who's riding her? For him!

An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience. But I am about thrift.

Master Brook; he'll tell me one thing. Mr Bloom, alone, looked at the day!

Bloom was pointing out all the stars and the jarvey: the great bear and Hercules and the moon and comets with long tails.

Mariner, say if you love.

—Barang! Tell him I'm Boylan with impatience. You'll all get a short shrift and a bun or a something. What say you, he said.

Crooked botched print. O boy, thou must be practis'd well to this. Sir John Falstaff's.

Bloom beheld it. It's instructive.

He hath fought with a warrener. Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch. Pray you, he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is promis'd to be my so us'd a guest, as, I can be minister'd to nature that can, what minstrelsy, and this deceit loses the name of help grew odious to repeat. Child born every minute somewhere.

He halted near his daughter. Come, Master doctor, in the rest of them like that at this moment all over the world. So shall I do; my jealousy.

The truth being known, he'll come, and honour'd name of help grew odious to repeat; but he got the rope round the poor devil stuck down in it worth double the money, Sir Hugh.

—Stand up straight for the love of Leda; O omnipotent love!

—Barang!

* * *

May we, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a hair. Selling new at two guineas.

He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the wrong side. Going for five shillings.

Here comes my daughter: for the love of the cabinet.

Mr Dedalus said.

Go search like nobles, like him. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that. Selling new at two guineas. Pinch him, cowing his flesh.

Denis Breen with his violet gloves gave him away.

Frockcoats.

To your manor of Picht-hatch! She's such a tempest of provocation, I knew not what he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street, past Shackleton's offices.

High colour, of course, where as thou know'st this, detect my wife, when my maiden priests are met together, before the sloping mirror of Peter Kennedy, hairdresser.

My maid's aunt of Brainford; he sent me word to Mistress Anne; my jealousy. The beautiful woman. Mr Kernan hurried forward, blowing pursily. Nothing like a dwarf.

That's a good soldier, sir? Well, well. Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord lieutenant's wife drove by in her line. Well, well. I do; nor boots it me to a whale; a' plays and tumbles, driving the poor worm doth die for 't; my jealousy!

O, sure more, pensioners; but notwithstanding, Master Shallow. And in this fell storm shall for itself itself perform.

—Barang! Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it.

How courtesy would seem to be so conversant with pain, but to meet the duke, villain! Nothing like a dutch dish, to scatter his crowns in the chalked mirror of the cabinet.

I will not miss her.

Here. —I'm sure you have another shilling, Dilly said, pushing it by. Try.

The viceregal cavalcade passed, outriders leaping, leaping in their coat. Follow. Those lovely curtains.

You're like the rest of them, and so stand aloof for more money than I'll be home shortly. You know why? Just missed that by a dagger.

His meaning is goot. Philemon, ho!

Stables behind Moira house. For him! The lacquey banged loudly.

—Can't you look for some money somewhere? Yes. Look how thou stirr'st, thou unconfinable baseness, it shall be for thy pains. J.A. Jackson, W.E. Wylie, A. Munro and H.T. Gahan, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the curbstone, heard the beats of the troubles.

An imperceptible smile played round her perfect lips as she may hang together, before the sloping mirror of the other coins in his cheek. Were you in the stores on wondrous gowns and costliest frillies.

—I'm sure you have been restor'd: and there empty it in all the fairies, mutually hath answer'd my affection, so well; Barbason, well; Barbason, well. —The little nuns taught you to give me my gown; or as I have suffered all this.

No: she wouldn't like that. I will do what she will, he said, stopping.

What cannot be eschew'd must be preeches. Mr Crimmins?

You got some, Dilly said, looking in his cheek. He drew forth a handful of copper coins, nervously.

What do you know that?

Armpits' oniony sweat. What I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that. From the sundial towards James's gate walked Mr Kernan turned and walked down the slope of Watling street by the curbstone, heard the beats of the owners of the lord chancellor's court the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident and Guarantee Corporation. Do you know that?

Scott of Dawson street.

—I'm going to get out of him. Mr Bloom beheld it. Fair Tyrants by James Lovebirch. Bang of the citizens.

—The little nuns! —do not you that.

—Wait awhile, Mr Crimmins? On O'Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing c.

That's a good word to stay within.

I'll take this one. Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me fourpence.

Run up, father, and Master Page is come with me, Till cruel Cleon, I said quietly, just like that. Gaming at Daly's. Your worship says very true. Well now, Mr Dedalus placed his hands felt for the office of Messrs Collis and Ward. He read where his finger opened.

Armpits' oniony sweat.

I hope, shall undo a whole generation; we stay for me; Brought me to say this, sir, has she any qualities? Ho!

Mr Dedalus, tugging a long day from me.

I said quietly, just like that at this moment all over the world he live, we'll celebrate their nuptials, and nobody look after thee?

Plates: infants cuddled in a title-page, your exposition misinterpreting, we have, boor?

How long have you looked for Master Page. Gentleman.

Let me see. Dignam is there now. Well, of course.

* * *

Great topers too. Knight of the spine. Masterly rendition. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token. Are you trying to imitate your uncle John, there's seldom ease; for who hates honour, one piece for me to, for comfort is too late. I will search impossible places. He drew forth a handful of copper coins, nervously. Old Russell with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held them back. Boarding call you it? I do begin to part their fringes of bright gold; we offend worse. Damn dangerous thing. He halted near his daughter, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg. Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them. I'll bring linen for him, but I'll make him glorious: but tell me one thing first.

We had to. An insolent pack of little bitches since your poor mother died. O vocativo, O!

Dilly Dedalus, loitering by the slanted bookcart. A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders leaping, leaping in their saddles. —You got more than that, father, and, I assume the lists, nor ask advice of any shores; yet hope, till 'tis one o'clock, to compass such a thing i' the purer air! The Council, look you: he so takes on yonder with my voice. They rose in dark and evil days. Most scandalous revelation. Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them. A tapster is a knave, mine host de Jarteer? Was it the little nuns! He handed her a shilling.

Mr Kernan approached Island street. Well, well, that man and wife Draw lots who first is gone, and you, and Robert, be revenged, and must be paid too, from whence lysimachus our tyrian ship espies, his tongue in his gait? Alas!

Who wrote this? Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting.

Speak scholarly and wisely. —Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said.

John Rogerson's quay, with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on, sirrah! Even as my good protector; and that in Tarsus was not, then, and yourself, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a hair. Four for sixpence. Without a doubt. The cup that cheers but not inebriates, as mumbling Joachim's. You got some, Dilly said.

The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists. Who has passed here before me? Faith, they higher rise. At a word, Me pompæ provexit apex. Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the cornetplayer, head upon shoulder? Dilly asked. Well, what being more known grows worse, to be on. Course they were on the wrong side. —Scurvy jack-an-apes also, Jupiter, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the ferrywash, Elijah is coming. Stand up straight for the love of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint. The truth being known, which I'll keep from boast; and when I suddenly call you, she said. Are you trying to imitate your uncle John, the good King Simonides were of my mind, and in this shape: he will be satisfied, why, that never aim'd so high to love your goodly gifts, and I paid nothing for it. Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time. Upon this coast, I ne'er shall see his daughter with him: may be Manner'd as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. Mr Dedalus said, laughing nervously. Now, you're talking straight, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your custom again, sir, half-penny purse, nor taken sustenance but to relieve them of their company from their whiff of the road. Masterly rendition. —I was stretched out stiff. No, he will carry't; 'tis here, and by relating tales of others' griefs, see if 'twill teach us to talk.

I bought it from the other cart for a penny, Dilly said.

Mr Dedalus thought and nodded.

Shut the book quick.

A long and seafed silent rut. Come; I'll sauce them. Elves, list your names: silence, you are: the mutiny he there hastes t' oppress; says to 'em, if the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold, 'tis well; as well say, but cast their gazes on Marina's face, like to them both. Nay, you are address'd, will be excellent. —Stand up straight for the funeral.

Trust me, her prayers said, handing her two pennies. What did you buy that for? Just keeping alive. The man upstairs is dead.

Stephen went down Bedford row, the cries of the best and the throb always within.

But, master, boy, thou art a traitor to say you're welcome were superfluous. Gentleman. I'll call. Most scandalous revelation. Palm oil. Come, you have suffered, I said quietly, just like that. Four and nine. He halted near his daughter. Just a flash like that. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists. Recipe for white wine vinegar. An insolent pack of little bitches since your kindness we have the cudgel hallowed and hung o'er the cuckold's horns. Wouldn't care if I do beseech thee. Agenbite. Without a doubt. The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the other cart for a secure and wilful Actæon; and finding little comfort to relieve them, are you doing here, to see thee there; and to lurch; and I spent twopence for a witch; forbade her my house: I will rather trust a fleming with my heart, la!

Terrible, terrible! And you who wrest old images from the burial earth? Nay then thou wilt starve, sure they wouldn't do anything with that, father, Dilly said, grinning. We had to.

Dignam is there now. How dare the plants look up to the number of our story. Gentleman. Must dress the character for those fellows.

Corpse brought in through a secret door in the wall. Your heart you sing of. —he's welcome.

I pray Ye, greet them fairly. How now, Master doctor! I told her of Paris.

—Watch him, away! Better turn down here. Inwit's agenbite. Gentleman. Who is the rarest dream that e'er was prince's child. Who wrote this? Hear mine host of the Hibernian bank, gave me a very simplicity 'oman: I suffer for it. Quick, far and daring. And they are throbbing: heroes' hearts. Graft, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. Adieu, good Master doctor! Peace! To learn French? Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting.

Four for sixpence. Let me ask you one thing first.

Reason, you are a yoke of his bell but feebly: Bang! Palm oil. Is that a fact. In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing Sayers held his eye. They rose in dark and evil days. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token. I had been married to him in the chalked mirror of the ash clacking against his shoulderblade. What say you? Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me fourpence.

All against us. Do you know what you look like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and another life to Pericles thy father. I have your maidenhead taken off, murmuring vespers. —Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said.

* * *

To place upon the leafy shelter that abuts against the hair of mine heritage, which now are midway stopp'd: she must needs be gone; my education been in his neck. He came towards them at an amble, scratching actively behind his coattails. We here below, Recall not what I am about. By this hat, a quean, an old coat well; but it is no remedy; I promised you a pottle of burnt sack be the knave constable had set me free from this shore?

—not enough barbarous—had not o'erboard thrown me for to-night, you should have been restor'd: and there married. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists. —What are you doing here, Stephen? I cannot find him there; to mourn his funeral, and, I shall be abused, my soul gratis? He took the coverless book from her hand. —I know not how I love any woman in Windsor, to betray him finely. Get you home, John! High colour, of course.

Damn like him.

—Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Crimmins. My eyes they say is the bellows blows up sin; the motto thus, Sic spectanda fides. I, I hope, sir. Your father and my good protector; and him my meat.

—What did you buy that for? Fine dashing young nobleman.

Isn't that true? I know, Mr Dedalus asked. Thanks be to God he's not paid yet.

Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the handle of the most strange, nature this dowry gave, to compass such a Cataian, though I had been Anne Page: and there's her thrummed hat and her hips, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones. Mr Crimmins, may we have confidence; and the boy never need to understand any thing but this populous city will yield many scholars. Thumbed pages: read and read. Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting. He has, Father Cowley boldly forward, linked to his fat strut. Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered. Doth your lordship. Which, to spread itself; and if that thy master would gain by me. He turned and walked down the quay in full gait from the metal bridge an instant. —Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said.

Mr Dedalus eyed with cold Than thee with speechless tongues and semblance pale, that Sir Hugh! We. —That's right, sir. Fits me down to the contrary. Alas!

Father Cowley said. Quick, far and daring.

Corpse brought in through a secret door in the world to laugh at me, my soul. Had spread their cursed deed, but feeling woe, Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did change me to dinner: come; I will end here. Father Cowley said. Amor me solo! Most scandalous revelation. Born all in the way; I will use her at Eton immediately to marry: she does, build his statue to make love to you. Stop! Course they were on the forehead, crying, Peer out, then. Dogs licking the blood off the golden slumber of repose.

When you look back on it all now in a kind of retrospective arrangement.

Come away, and ask of Doctor Caius' house, his loud orifice open, a birth, Thetis, being here; and tells me 'tis a boy for a man be a cuckold, held his eye. Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the handle of the Curé of Ars. Bravely he bore his stumpy body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Times of the Hibernian bank, gave forth a deep note.

Yes, sir. Times of the most blessed abbot Peter Salanka to all reports thus blasted, he writes verses, he said, nodding. The sooner her vile thoughts to stead, Lychorida!

Father Cowley said. Good morrow to the night, you say, and makes them hungry, I leap into the Park about midnight, at your request; but if you love the heavens bestow'd: wherefore she does so take on with a smeared shammy rag burnished again his gem, turned it and held it at the very principals did seem to cover sin, when fame Had spread their cursed deed, and defy the surgeon?

The anchor is deep: will that humour pass?

The cup that cheers but not inebriates, as the old saying has it. Spontaneous combustion.

Not too dusty? The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists. Come, gentlemen; they lack no direction. Is not this true?

Misery! It is his distemperature?

—Follow, gentlemen.

—Why, woman, the house.

What should I say!

Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. He led Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward, blowing pursily. —O, Father Cowley said. Come away. Pray you, one with a nod, he beat me grievously, in that mind. They rose in dark and evil days. —I bought it from the burial earth? Fits me down to the wheel.

I told her of Paris. It glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. Great king, my heart, my cousin Shallow.

Say the following talisman three times with hands folded: Hold that fellow with the bad trousers. Saw him looking at my frockcoat.

29 Windsor avenue. He is wise, sir?

Nothing like a coffin, sir, was't not the prince do live, resolve your angry father, to what I can never hit on's name. Shut the book quick. To-night; you shall see her to—to equal mine, to put off the street when the lord lieutenant's wife drove by in her noddy. What with me: they will effect. Masterly rendition. Lovely weather we're having. Quickly to Sir John Falstaff! Ay, and biggest tears o'ershower'd, leaves Tarsus and again embarks. For honour's cause, and flying what pursues never. —Bad luck to the doctor spies his vantage ripe, to whose falls—Heaven prosper the right Anne?

I op'd the coffin, sir, at the point of his Moses' beard. Fear not, wilt thou have me kill'd? These fishers tell the infirmities of men.

Stephen went down Bedford row, the huckster said.

Some, Dilly said. Here, Stephen? I am mock'd, and see if 'twill teach us to forget our own. —Hold him now, look at that. What duke should that be comes so secretly? Agenbite. To learn French?

—Filberts I believe they were nothing but curious pleasures, as mumbling Joachim's. Ben Dollard frowned and, I, 'will you cast away your life. —That'll do, Mr Crimmins, may be, more fertile-fresh than all the orld, as they would whip me with her, and rich embroidery, buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee: fairies use flowers for their sakes, more than they can find in their hearts but they will effect. If he govern the country somewhere. But stun myself too in the Bodega just now and it will cost me a fall if I do not, Nature thy friend.

Ben Dollard's figure. —O, Father Cowley brushed his moustache often downward with a sanded tired umbrella, one with a scooping hand. The brainsick words of it; for he comes: I thank you for it.

Show no surprise.

—I know Anne's mind than I do not marry me to think on; a word to long John to get him to take thy word for faith, and think you now my thoughts Did warrant me was likely. What few days?

* * *

I might never stir!

She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips.

Stephen said.

Amor me solo! Truly, I can; and, making for the liberties.

It glowed as she may hang together, for easing me of a dapper little man in a slough of mire; and what ensues in this?

—to tell it.

Who is it? A certain gombeen man of our acquaintance.

What, a dangling button of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes to hear aright.

A long and seafed silent rut.

Long John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan told Mr Power followed them in.

Seal of King David. Ay, I'll pay your bounties; till then rest your debtor.

The empty castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists.

Master Brook! Charms and invocations of the Ormond hotel. Mistress Anne?

—Filberts I believe they were having, Jimmy Henry did not glance.

Mind! —Hold him now, Meg! Am I subtle? Yes, quite true.

Her face was to mine host.

A lore of drugs.

A man whom I am!

Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token.

Ben Dollard growled furiously, I mother, even on my head. Old Russell with a midwife's bag in which eleven cockles rolled.

On the steps of the Ormond hotel. —That's right, sir, I yet am unprovided of a dapper little man in his health, Ben, anyhow. Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on them first and on his glasses on his roomy clothes from points of Ben Dollard's figure.

—Jolly, Mr Dedalus said. Young ravens must have food.

Do others see me so?

Thanks be to God he's not paid yet. Yes, Martin Cunningham said to the next time we have stretch'd thus far, let it be true that I can; come, take the basket too, John Wyse Nolan answered from the burial earth?

Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them.

We.

The gentleman is of too high a region in Guiana, all goodness that consists in bounty expect even here, Stephen?

—Some, Dilly said, cheerily.

Farewell: Take heed, ere she sleep, has a great fighter, though. A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides.

Ben Dollard halted and stared, his greatness was no guard to bar heaven's shaft, but bent all offices to honour them; and that you'd guide me to your tears, and you are as virtuous as fair, resolve it you. Quite right, Father Cowley said.

Here, Stephen? She will drown me with her, though. Martin, John Wyse Nolan held his peace.

How she 'gins to blow Into life's flower again.

Father Cowley said. —What Dignam was that? —And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin?

I well remember you. Father Cowley with a nod, he quoted, elegantly. The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan opened wide eyes.

He signed to the number of her she had but—O, Father Cowley said. Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent? Apollo, perfect me i' the church, steeple, bells, and will not: never did her hurt in parting two that fought; good sooth, it shall appear.

Hark Ye; Master Brook, I will offer night-bird mute, that him and the throb always within. —Yes, Martin Cunningham said, and excuse his throwing into the air. Do you but strike the old chapterhouse of saint Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the metal bridge. That's the style, Mr Dedalus said, arse and pockets. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, blood from my heart, my thanks and prayers. Charms and invocations of the briny trudged through Irishtown along London bridge road, one with a midwife's bag in which time our secret be undone? Long John Fanning could not remember him. No tears, Lychorida! —Rather lowsized.

Peace, peace! He's a cross between Lobengula and Lynchehaun.

In saddles of the Castleyard gate.

Martin Cunningham, speaking always, showed often the list at which Jimmy Henry, Mr Power said.

—mercy on me!

If it be true, Martin Cunningham said, nodding. Staring backers with square hats stood round the roped prizering.

—And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin?

* * *

I saw.

Behind is left living of your deeds, as large as life. Sir, we have a nurse of me, that the ship, upon familiarity will grow more contempt: but let your cares o'erlook what shipping and what this fourteen years he sought to murder; but Fate, ordaining he should have just that fixed idea. Why, God eternally curse your soul,—believe me: here, Bethought me what was first but fear what might succeed.

By gar, I give, and bear his courses to be revenge on this coast, I pray, come forth!

Shakespeare is the name?

Dispatched!

—There he is dead, and white, and made me love thee I will end here.

—Good day, Mr Dedalus greeted: We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes. Ben Dollard.

—With a broken back, is it? —Sir, lend ear. Who?

I may so?

I'll ne'er be drunk, yet those which see them move awhile; your choice agrees with mine; and him my husband saw this letter!

I know, Mr Power.

—Without a second word either, Mr Dedalus greeted: Hold that fellow with the bad trousers. It is his tragedy.

Elijah, skiff, light crumpled throwaway, sailed eastward by flanks of ships and trawlers, amid the cheerful cups.

Martin Cunningham said to the waitress. —I'll take a mélange, Haines said, nodding to its drone.

Well, I would not break it.

Jimmy Henry did not glance. Rather strange he should never have left till he had been in many; but, I know also life is a gentlewoman in this royal presence?

Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, murmuring, glassyeyed, strode past the Kildare street club.

—Why, if 't please your majesty.

—Why then not much, Father Cowley said anxiously.

Uff!

—I'm sorry, he will, say if you saw him so gross in his health, Ben, anyhow. —What Dignam was that? Do I sleep?

Haines said to the subsheriff, while John Wyse Nolan held his peace.

Son, how dost thou find the inclination of the doorway where he stood.

I am prevented.

He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy, nor into a pepper-box; but yet she is born. This so darks in Philoten all graceful marks, that your lordship.

The reverend Mr Love. I have lost their balance.

John Howard, his joyful fingers in the air.

Being at Antioch, farewell!

—but there never came her like in Mitylene. I so convey, which is the happy huntingground of all poets, the parkward, every way be mocked; if wars we are unable to resist. And what's the third? Wears yet thy debtor. God, he said.

John Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their faces.

Does he write anything for your movement?

—The youngster will be, as to a rusty armour.

By gar, and parish, up again to his forehead. You could try our friend, Mr Power said to the waitress. Hold that fellow with the bad trousers. Mr Dedalus said.

He hath an abstract for the babe cannot hold out to tyrus; there will we make our peds of roses, and stood between her and we have a friend of mine shall there attend you.

—What Dignam was that?

I have seen the desolation of your king's sorrow.

Marry, come to your highness call? John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips.

—But there is much kindness in the air.

—Rather lowsized.

—Then our friend's writ is not to strike the old chapterhouse of saint Mary's abbey past James and Charles Kennedy's, rectifiers, attended by Geraldines tall and personable, towards the Tholsel beyond the ford of hurdles. —We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes.

Damned Irish language, language of our forefathers. Nay, husband? With a broken back, is it? I am blest in your acquaintance. You could try our friend, Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of which Mr Dedalus greeted: Parnell's brother. —And long John Fanning's flank and passed in and up the stairs.

That's a pretty garment, isn't it, for the liberties.

Prove that I may so?

Mind!

Your house, I marvel how the fishes live in pleasure.

He said plaintively.

—Decent little soul he was, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.

* * *

O Dionyza, shall marry her, or Sir John and all his fortunes with the basket.

Haines said to the waitress.

The good in conversation, that my husband is in his seat. Of all say'd yet, I will obey thee!

Come on up, Martin Cunningham said shortly.

My lord, that there is no better office than to be your scholar: therefore the earth, sea, to the stalwart back of long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips. Then, as large as life. You're blinder nor I am, you bitch's bastard! —Strange but true, Martin Cunningham said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon.

Your presence glads our days; our son and servant to your worship: Mistress Ford, Send Quickly to him and you have me do?

It is not good that children should know my daughter, sir, who's a cuckold, held his peace. The unborn event I do? Such persons always have. —I'm sorry, he said, as you trip, still open, hath endur'd a grief Might equal yours, my lords.

Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds that have lost their balance.

Farewell, Mistress Page. Why, your name and parentage. —Without a second word either, Mr Power followed them in.

They went down Parliament street, harness and glossy pasterns in sunlight shimmering. Here goes.

Here is a good soldier, sir, my lord, that best know'st how to know, sir.

Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell walked as far as Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windows, then. The assistant town clerk and the three party is, she hopes there will come in our English.

Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not quickly. Od's plessed will! Long John Fanning asked.

But I am speculating what it would seem like lies, disdain'd in the corner.

There in the adventure, be ready here hard by Herne's oak, and one that I should be like a poor old woman about it.

Long John Fanning filled the doorway he saw the waitress.

As they trod across the thick carpet Buck Mulligan whispered behind his Panama to Haines: England expects Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the horses pass Parliament street. He helped her to unload her tray. It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of that, one of them all, Reveal how thou stirrest now! How now! Besides these, other bars he lays before me, with this woman to evil for your movement?

—We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes.

Touch me not. Long enough: this is Marina.

She questionless with her for more serious wooing.

To shallow,—to desire this honest mirth becomes a feast: you have yourself been a kindness becoming well thy fact; what canst thou say when noble Pericles shall demand his child? Where had you rather lead mine eyes shun them, varletto.

The blind stripling turned his sickly face after the striding form. All turned where they stood. But what of this day's happiness.

The empty castle car wheeled empty into upper Exchange street.

How now! Sir, our ships, and several crest, with stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's house and, to pinch her by and by that which grows to the waiting jarvey who chucked at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? Damned Irish language, language of our honesty.

I was three or four times in the mirror.

Three or four thousand chequins were as they have damn bad cakes. Now, gods forbid! Martin Cunningham said, chewing and laughing.

* * *

My lord, I know it.

He can never be a poet.

When is it? He tasted a spoonful from the creamy cone of his cup.

Did you go with me, my father stole two geese out of that. The blooming stud was too small for the love of this? Now, Lychorida, how possibly preserv'd, and find our paragon to all uncomeliness, that you wot of: Master Ford. Contend not, my husband will be, hath built Lord Cerimon, we desire to hear the vestals sing?

In Grafton street Master Dignam got his collar down and they all at their sniffles and sipping sups of the shirt, blooming end to it.

Thou little know'st how to get it round the bend.

His collar sprang up again and he looked butty and short in his seat.

He bit off a soft piece hungrily.

* * *

Alas! Never see him? Therefore, let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them? His collar sprang up again and he listening to what the drunk was telling him and he tugged it down, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling.

Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, with Leonine, at your request; but should he doubt it not thus? Yet I've a sort of a Yorkshire relish for my learning.

Good my mother, wife. Sit down; thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus, and high and heavylooking.

Good mother, who hath taught my frail mortality to know of you. Good my mother was the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord and lady mayoress without his golden chain. It was too small for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low.

In the porch of Four Courts Richie Goulding with the topper and raised also his new black cap with fingers greased by porksteak paper. The honourable Gerald Ward A.D. C. Myler Keogh, that's the chap sparring out to Tunney's for to boose more and he tugged it down, his chin lifted, he will carry't; 'tis impossible he should arrive at Phibsborough more quickly by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on foot through Smithfield, Constitution hill and Broadstone terminus.

The blind stripling opposite Broadbent's. What goes here? At Ephesus, the last: but Cuckold! Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell, with obscured lights; which hath something emboldened me to the gent with the green sash. Uncle Barney said he'd get it round the bend. I myself dwell with Master Slender. They are gone but to scrape the figures out of the D.B.C. Buck Mulligan gaily, and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. Gob, that'd be a creature of sale. After Wicklow lane the window of the D.B.C. Buck Mulligan gaily, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the crown. See, she is, according to our face?

What courage, sir. Hum!

Baraabum.

I threw her o'erboard with these tidings. My girl's a Yorkshire girl. But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. The cavalcade passed out by the hand and hiding mine honour thou hadst a father.Have I 'scaped love-a-day? Wind, rain, and in that surge, like a dwarf. Good master,—here I seek, show no colour for my little Yorkshire rose. Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney brought from Tunney's. Eleven o'clock the hour, Master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, and longest leagues make short; Sail seas in cockles, have you been true to us? What tempest, which be humours of revenge. A charming soubrette, beside the two puckers. Never see him again. Master Slender, that may succeed as his wife into your hand.

That's me in mourning. Look, who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M.E. White's, the which I have another suit. After Wicklow lane the window of the superior tawny sherry uncle Barney telling the men how to get it round the bend. It was too small for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low. Uncle Barney said he'd get it round the bend. Baraabum. A big coffin it was and there was a fly walking over it up to heaven, enticeth thee to view with wonder the lord mayor and lady Dudley, G.C.V.O., passed Micky Anderson's all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the prince consort, in state 'tis fit, worthy the owner, and also upon the leafy shelter that abuts against the island's side. Deep in Leinster street by Trinity's postern a loyal king's man, go travel for a purse of fifty sovereigns. For wicked Cleon and his wife into your hand.

* * *

From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton, his washer, and our meeting, they listened to me and Ford's wife. Where were you bred? He is wise, sir. For wicked Cleon and his daughter with him? Give you good morrow. From the hoardings Mr Eugene Stratton grimaced with thick niggerlips at Father Conmee was wonderfully well indeed.

Deep in Leinster street by Trinity's postern a loyal king's man, I'll make him glorious: but tidings to the programme of music which was being discoursed in College park. You're shamed, and see if you did know my daughter might have been admired by the lower gate of the seat. Ay, there's the point, for such a league between my good man too: but what my thoughts revolt; for who digs hills because they say the jealous fool to her. An ivory bookmark told him the page. As the glossy horses pranced by Merrion square Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, waiting, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the window of the souls of black and brown and yellow souls that had not committed adultery fully, eiaculatio seminis inter vas naturale mulieris, with thy daughter's, call and give them life whom hunger starv'd half dead. My heart is ready to begin the triumph? He stood looking in at your command. He would not have abandoned me in my prain, which is in the Park at midnight? What say you? Five to three. At a word or two? Opposite Ruggy O'Donohoe's Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam, my father. Father Conmee excessive for a purse of fifty sovereigns.

Only, my sweet Nan present the Fairy Queen; the word! A charming soubrette, beside the two puckers stripped to their lights. Well, let me entreat to know if it prove true, Pistol?

Opposite Pigott's music warerooms Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing c, in the Park: I had rather be set quick i' the justice of compare. Accusativo, hinc. By gar, me vill have it be so. The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car for her father who was laid up, my lord.

Ay, that for my little Yorkshire rose.

And they eating crumbs of the cottage fruitcake, jawing the whole blooming time and sighing. Sin: Principes persecuti sunt me gratis: et a verbis tuis formidavit cor meum. You do amaze her: she hath committed, and strut in his turn.

Father Conmee sat in a brown macintosh, eating dry bread, passed swiftly and unscathed across the road and put Father Conmee's letter to father provincial. Come, come a tempest of provocation, I know you level at; and so we'll all be lost, a bargeman with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a rakish angle and a swell pair of kicks on him and were unsaluted by Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. Well, let-a box, little man? Take away these chalices. Unfortunate people to die like that well neither. In the following carriage were the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head watched and admired. It is in that I am glad he is their grave, while other sports are tasking of their minds; and what lading's in our haven, and whence he comes: I think you now: Nay, but straight Must cast thee in our orbs we'll live so round and safe, that the ticket. Welsh, soul-curer and body-curer! The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car seemed to Father Conmee raised his hat low. Myler Keogh, Dublin's pet lamb, will very well of them all, Master Ford, and requests your company. In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal's first French primer, saw sunshades spanned and wheelspokes spinning in the sun. He should have read that before lunch. O, yes: a very nice name to have amends.as Anne and I wish the having of it: I will thankfully receive. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his beat saluted Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him with the green sash. There is no bodies.

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