The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 050

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known to man. Old Father Ocean. Prix de Paris : beware of imitations. Just you
give it a fair trial. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.

Come. I thirst. Clouding over. No black clouds anywhere, are there?
Thunderstorm. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the intellect, Lucifer,
dico, qui nescit occasum. No. My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon.
Where? To evening lands. Evening will find itself.

He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still. Yes,
evening will find itself in me, without me. All days make their end. By the
way next when is it? Tuesday will be the longest day. Of all the glad new
year, mother, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet.
Già. For the old hag with the yellow teeth. And Monsieur Drumont, gentle-
man journalist. Già. My teeth are very bad. Why, I wonder? Feel. That one
is going too. Shells. Ought I go to a dentist, I wonder, with that money?
That one. Toothless Kinch, the superman. Why is that, I wonder, or does it
mean something perhaps?

My handkerchief. He threw it. I remember. Did I not take it up?

His hand groped vainly in his pockets. No, I didn’t. Better buy one.

He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a ledge of rock, carefully.
For the rest let look who will.

Behind. Perhaps there is someone.

He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through the
air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the crosstrees, homing,
upstream, silently moving, a silent ship.