Ulysses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 779 pages of information about Ulysses.
name that we are told is ours.  A star, a daystar, a firedrake, rose at his birth.  It shone by day in the heavens alone, brighter than Venus in the night, and by night it shone over delta in Cassiopeia, the recumbent constellation which is the signature of his initial among the stars.  His eyes watched it, lowlying on the horizon, eastward of the bear, as he walked by the slumberous summer fields at midnight returning from Shottery and from her arms.

Both satisfied.  I too.

Don’t tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched.

And from her arms.

Wait to be wooed and won.  Ay, meacock.  Who will woo you?

Read the skies.  AUTONTIMORUMENOS.  Bous Stephanoumenos.  Where’s your configuration?  Stephen, Stephen, cut the bread even.  S. D:  SUA donnaGia:  DI Lui.  GELINDO RISOLVE DI non amare S. D.

—­What is that, Mr Dedalus? the quaker librarian asked.  Was it a celestial phenomenon?

—­A star by night, Stephen said.  A pillar of the cloud by day.

What more’s to speak?

Stephen looked on his hat, his stick, his boots.

STEPHANOS, my crown.  My sword.  His boots are spoiling the shape of my feet.  Buy a pair.  Holes in my socks.  Handkerchief too.

—­You make good use of the name, John Eglinton allowed.  Your own name is strange enough.  I suppose it explains your fantastical humour.

Me, Magee and Mulligan.

Fabulous artificer.  The hawklike man.  You flew.  Whereto? 
Newhaven-Dieppe, steerage passenger.  Paris and back.  Lapwing.  Icarus. 
Pater, ait.  Seabedabbled, fallen, weltering.  Lapwing you are.  Lapwing be.

Mr Best eagerquietly lifted his book to say: 

—­That’s very interesting because that brother motive, don’t you know, we find also in the old Irish myths.  Just what you say.  The three brothers Shakespeare.  In Grimm too, don’t you know, the fairytales.  The third brother that always marries the sleeping beauty and wins the best prize.

Best of Best brothers.  Good, better, best.

The quaker librarian springhalted near.

—­I should like to know, he said, which brother you ...  I understand you to suggest there was misconduct with one of the brothers ...  But perhaps I am anticipating?

He caught himself in the act:  looked at all:  refrained.

An attendant from the doorway called: 

—­Mr Lyster!  Father Dineen wants ...

—­O, Father Dineen!  Directly.

Swiftly rectly creaking rectly rectly he was rectly gone.

John Eglinton touched the foil.

—­Come, he said.  Let us hear what you have to say of Richard and
Edmund.  You kept them for the last, didn’t you?

—­In asking you to remember those two noble kinsmen nuncle Richie and nuncle Edmund, Stephen answered, I feel I am asking too much perhaps.  A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.

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