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       Jog jig jogged stopped. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue
clocks came light to earth.
       O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on that.
It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is. Tinkling.
Empty vessels make most noise. Because the acoustics, the resonance changes
according as the weight of the water is equal to the law of falling water. Like
those rhapsodies of Liszt’s, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Pearls. Drops. Rain. Diddle
iddle addle addle oodle oodle. Hiss. Now. Maybe now. Before.
       One rapped on a door, one tapped with a knock, did he knock Paul de
Kock, with a loud proud knocker, with a cock carracarracarra cock.
Cockcock.
       Tap.
       — Qui sdegno, Ben, said Father Cowley.
       — No, Ben, Tom Kernan interfered, The Croppy Boy. Our native Doric.
       — Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. Good men and true.
       — Do, do, they begged in one.
       I’ll go. Here, Pat, return. Come. He came, he came, he did not stay. To
me. How much?
       — What key? Six sharps?
       — F sharp major, Ben Dollard said.
       Bob Cowley’s outstretched talons gripped the black deepsounding chords.
       Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince. No, Richie said. Yes, must.
Got money somewhere. He’s on for a razzle backache spree. Much? He seehears
lipspeech. One and nine. Penny for yourself. Here. Give him twopence tip.
Deaf, bothered. But perhaps he has wife and family waiting, waiting Patty
come home. Hee hee hee hee. Deaf wait while they wait.
       But wait. But hear. Chords dark. Lugugugubrious. Low. In a cave of the
dark middle earth. Embedded ore. Lumpmusic.
       The voice of dark age, of unlove, earth’s fatigue made grave approach,
and painful, come from afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men and
true. The priest he sought, with him would he speak a word.
       Tap.
       Ben Dollard’s voice base barreltone. Doing his level best to say it. Croak
of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh. Other comedown. Big ships’
chandler’s business he did once. Remember : rosiny ropes, ships’ lanterns.
Failed to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Now in the Iveagh home. Cubicle
number so and so. Number one Bass did that for him.