Black

'black' = 134



4: "— He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. [...] Out here in the dark with a man I don't know raving and moaning to himself about shooting a black panther."


6: "Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coatsleeve."


12: "— We can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily."


17: "A limp black missile flew out of his talking hands."


21: "He scrambled up by the stones, water glistening on his pate and on its garland of grey hair, water rilling over his chest and paunch and spilling jets out of his black sagging loincloth."

Simon Dedalus

'Simon' = 50
'Mr Dedalus' = 107


18: "Buck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending in loose laughter, said to Stephen's ear:
— O, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of a father!"

39: "Am I going to Aunt Sara's or not? My consubstantial father's voice. Did you see anything of your artist brother Stephen lately? No? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his aunt Sally? Couldn't he fly a bit higher than that, eh? And and and and tell us Stephen, how is uncle Si? O weeping God, the things I married into. De boys up in de hayloft. The drunken little costdrawer and his brother, the cornet player. Highly respectable gondoliers. And skeweyed Walter sirring his father, no less. Sir. Yes, sir. No, sir. Jesus wept: and no wonder, by Christ."


42: "Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge, a blue French telegram, curiosity to show:
— Nother dying come home father."


43: "You're your father's son. I know the voice."


56: "There he is, sure enough, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket. Simon Dedalus takes him off to a tee with his eyes screwed up. Do you know what I'm going to tell you? What's that, Mr O'Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians, they'd only be an eight o' clock breakfast for the Japanese."


84-103

113: "All his brains are in the nape of his neck, Simon Dedalus says."

119-121

157: "Simon Dedalus said when they put him in parliament that Parnell would come back from the grave and lead him out of the House of Commons by the arm."


230: "— Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things?
— Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping."

234-236

250-277


371: "And sir Leopold sat with them for he bore fast friendship to sir Simon and to this his son young Stephen and for that his langour becalmed him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they feasted him for that time in the honourablest manner."


444: "THE QUOITS Jigjag, Jigajiga. Jigjag.
(A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power, Simon Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton, Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the featureless face of a Nameless One.)"


491-492 "LYNCH He is. A cardinal's son.
STEPHEN Cardinal sin. Monks of the screw.
(His Eminence, Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all Ireland, appears in the doorway, dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks. Seven dwarf simian acolytes, also in red, cardinal sins, uphold his train, peeping under it. He wears a battered silk hat sideways on his head. His thumbs are stuck in his armpits and his palms outspread. Round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his breast in a corkscrew cross. Releasing his thumbs, he invokes grace from on high with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp.)
THE CARDINAL
Conservio lies captured
He lies in the lowest dungeon
With manacles and chains around his limbs
Weighing upwards of three tons.
(He looks at all for a moment, his right eye closed tight, his left cheek puffed out. Then, unable to repress his merriment, he rocks to and fro, arms akimbo, and sings with broad rollicking humour.)
O, the poor little fellow
Hihihihihis legs they were yellow
He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a snake
But some bloody savage
To graize his white cabbage
He murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake.
(A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe. He scratches himself with crossed arms at his ribs, grimacing, and exclaims.)
I'm suffering the agony of the damned. By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous. If they were they'd walk me off the face of the bloody globe.
(His head aslant, he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers, imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying his hat from side to side, shrinking quickly to the size of his trainbearers. The dwarf acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, Easter- kissing, zigzag behind him. His voice is heard mellow from afar, merciful, male, melodious.)
Shall carry my heart to thee,
Shall carry my heart to thee,
And the breath of the balmy night
Shall carry my heart to thee."


532: "(Simon Dedalus' voice hilloes in answer, somewhat sleepy but ready.)
SIMON That's all right. (He swoops uncertainly through the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on strong ponderous buzzard wings.) Ho, boy! Are you going to win? Hoop! Pschatt! Stable with those halfcastes. Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. Head up! Keep our flag flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed. Ulster king at arms! hai hoop! (He makes the beagle's call giving tongue.) Bulbul! Burblblburblbl! Hai, boy!"


538: "SIMON Think of your mother's people!"


560: "BLOOM (Quickly.) O, the very man! (He whispers.) Simon Dedalus' son. A bit sprung. Get those policemen to move those loafers back."


578-579


602: "The mourners included: Patk. Dignam (son), Bernard Corrigan (brother-in-law), Jno. Henry Menton, solr., Martin Cunningham, John Power, .)eatondph 1/8 ador dorador douradora (must be where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad.) Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen Dedalus B. A., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M C. Hynes, L. Boom, C. P. M'Coy, — M'Intosh, and several others."


623: "of his father, Simon Dedalus, in an unfurnished room of his first residence in Dublin, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street [...] of his mother Mary, wife of Simon Dedalus, in the kitchen of number twelve North Richmond street on the morning of the feast of Saint Francis-Xavier 1898"


634: "What, the enclosures of reticence removed, were their respective parentages?
Bloom, only born male transubstantial heir of Rudolf Virag (subsequently Rudolph Bloom) of Szombathély, Vienna, Budapest, Milan, London and Dublin and of Ellen Higgins, second daughter of Julius Higgins (born Karoly) and Fanny Higgins (born Hegarty). Stephen, eldest surviving male consubstantial heir of Simon Dedalus of Cork and Dublin and of Mary, daughter of Richard and Christina Goulding (born Grier)."


657: "Where were the several members of the company which with Bloom that day at the bidding of that peal had travelled from Sandymount in the south to Glasnevin in the north?
Martin Cunningham (in bed), Jack Power (in bed), Simon Dedalus (in bed), Ned Lambert (in bed), Tom Kernan (in bed), Joe Hynes (in bed), John Henry Menton (in bed), Bernard Corrigan (in bed), Patsy Dignam (in bed), Paddy Dignam (in the grave)."


683: "What preceding series?
Assuming Mulvey to be the first term of his series, Penrose, Bartell d'Arcy, professor Goodwin, Julius Mastiansky, John Henry Menton, Father Bernard Corrigan, a farmer at the Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show, Maggot O'Reilly, Matthew Dillon, Valentine Blake Dillon (Lord Mayor of Dublin), Christopher Callinan, Lenehan, an Italian organgrinder, an unknown gentleman in the Gaiety Theatre, Benjamin Dollard, Simon Dedalus, Andrew (Pisser) Burke, Joseph Cuffe, Wisdom Hely, Alderman John Hooper, Dr Francis Brady, Father Sebastian of Mount Argus, a bootblack at the General Post Office, Hugh E. (Blazes) Boylan and so each and so on to no last term."


687: "the victim (since completely recovered) being Stephen Dedalus, professor and author, eldest surviving son of Simon Dedalus, of no fixed occupation"


"bringing in his friends to entertain them like the night he walked home with a dog if you please that might have been mad especially Simon Dedalus son his father such a criticiser with his glasses up with his tall hat on him at the cricket match and a great big hole in his sock one thing laughing at the other and his son that got all those prizes for whatever he won them in the intermediate "


724
"and Simon Dedalus too he was always turning up half screwed singing the second verse first the old love is the new was one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the hawthorn bough he was always on for flirtyfying too when I sang Maritana with him at Freddy Mayers private opera he had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always sang it not like Bartell D'Arcy sweet tart goodbye of course he had the gift of the voice so there was no art in it all over you like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was a bit too high for my register even transposed and he was married at the time to May Goulding but then hed say or do something to knock the good out of it hes a widower now I wonder what sort is his son"

Hats

'hat' =167
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a narrow range via NLI's flickr

hats defined by
material: silk, straw, felt (soft)
color: black, white, brown, grey
dimensions: tall, wide, small
shape


U16: "Haines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of the hammock, said"



U17: "A limp black missile flew out of his talking hands. — And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said." U42: "My Latin quarter hat. God, we simply must dress the character." U47: "A side-eye at my Hamlet hat." U48: "He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pocket, his hat tilted down on his eyes." U85: "Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, clad in mourning, a wide hat." U184: "Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his ashplanthandle over his knee." U202: "Stephen looked on his hat, his stick, his boots. Stephanos, my crown." U219: "—Arrivederla, maestro, Stephen said, raising his hat when his hand was freed."




U18: "He moved a doll's head to and fro, the brims of his Panama hat quivering" U19: "He capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering his winglike hands, leaping nimbly, Mercury's hat quivering in the fresh wind that bore back to them his brief birdsweet cries."


U34: "On the steps of the Paris Stock Exchange the goldskinned men quoting prices on their gemmed fingers. Gabble of geese. They swarmed loud, uncouth about the temple, their heads thickplotting under maladroit silk hats. Not theirs: these clothes"


U42: "Other fellow did it: other me. Hat, tie, overcoat, nose."

U43: [Kevin Egan] "Raw facebones under his peep of day boy's hat."

U48: "The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of the temple out of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its field."


U50: "My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon."



U55: "His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. .. The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband." U66: "Where is my hat, by the way? Must have put it back on the peg. Or hanging up on the floor. Funny, I don't remember that." U68: "While his eyes still read blandly he took off his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair. Very warm morning. Under their dropped lids his eyes found the tiny bow of the leather headband inside his high grade ha. Just there. His right hand came down into the bowl of his hat. His fingers found quickly a card behind the headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket. So warm. His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and hair. Then he put on his hat again, relieved" U77: "Stepping into the porch he doffed his hat, took the card from his pocket and tucked it again behind the leather headband." U78: "He approached a bench and seated himself in its corner, nursing his hat and newspaper. These pots we have to wear. We ought to have hats modelled on our heads." U87: "A raindrop spat on his hat." U99: "He fitted his black hat gently on his left knee and, holding its brim, bent over piously." U274: "Where's my hat."



U61: "And the little mirror in his silk hat. The night Milly brought it into the parlour. O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat!" U148: "Old Goodwin's tall hat done up with some sticky stuff. Flies' picnic too."


U71: "Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat in the sun: flicker, flick."

U77: "Her hat and head sank."

U79: "Mr Bloom glanced about him and then stood up, looking over the risen hats."

U85: "All watched awhile through their windows caps and hats lifted by passers. Respect. The carriage swerved from the tramtrack to the smoother road past Watery lane. Mr Bloom at gaze saw a lithe young man, clad in mourning, a wide hat."

U85: "Waltzing in Stamer street with Ignatius Gallaher on a Sunday morning, the landlady's two hats pinned on his head."

U88: "The jarvies raised their hats."

U89: "From the door of the Red Bank the white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: passed." U174: "Straw hat in sunlight. Tan shoes. Turnedup trousers. It is. It is." U244: "Blazes Boylan presented to the leaders' skyblue frontlets and high action a skyblue tie, a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a suit of indigo serge." U253: "He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jauntingcar." U268: "A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on which sat a fare, a young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter."

U90: "Wonder why he was struck off the rolls... Has that silk hat ever since."

U92: "— As decent a little man as ever wore a hat, Mr Dedalus said."

U96: "He lifted his brown straw hat, saluting Paddy Dignam." U213: "Moored under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee saw a turfbarge, a towhorse with pendent head, a bargeman with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a branch of poplar above him."

U101: "—The others are putting on their hats, Mr Kernan said. I suppose we can do so too. We are the last. This cemetery is a treacherous place. They covered their heads."

U103: "A portly man, ambushed among the grasses, raised his hat in homage."

U103: "They bent their silk hats in concert and Hynes inclined his ear. "

U106: "Mr Bloom stood far back, his hat in his hand, counting the bared heads."

U107: "The caretaker moved away a few paces and put on his hat. Had enough of it. The mourners took heart of grace, one by one, covering themselves without show. Mr Bloom put on his hat and saw the portly figure make its way deftly through the maze of graves."

U111: "Got a dinge in the side of his hat. Carriage probably. —Excuse me, sir, Mr Bloom said beside them. They stopped. —Your hat is a little crushed, Mr Bloom said, pointing. John Henry Menton stared at him for an instant without moving. —There, Martin Cunningham helped, pointing also. John Henry Menton took off his hat, bulged out the dinge and smoothed the nap with care on his coatsleeve. He clapped the hat on his head again." U117: "I ought to have said something about an old hat or something."

U113: "Davy Stephens, minute in a large capecoat, a small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed out with a roll of papers under his cape, a king's courier."

U121: "He took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers."

U122: "—Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat."

U125: "—Come on then, Myles Crawford said. Where's my hat?" U126: "The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry on his brow." U131: "—New York World, the editor said, excitedly pushing back his straw hat." U140: "Hard after them Myles Crawford appeared on the steps, his hat aureoling his scarlet face, talking with J. J. O'Molloy."

U148: "He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats: H. E. L. Y. S."

hatpin?

U152: "Tight as a skullpiece a tiny hat gripped his head."

U155: "Running into cakeshops. Settle my hat straight."

U157: "Charley Boulger used to come out on his high horse, cocked hat, puffed, powdered and shaved."

U160: "Take off that white hat."

U161: "Perched on high stools by the bar, hats shoved back, at the tables calling for more bread..."

U184: "Stephen looked down on a wide headless caubeen, hung on his ashplanthandle over his knee. My casque and sword. Touch lightly with two index fingers. Aristotle's experiment. One or two? Necessity is that in virtue of which it is impossible that one can be otherwise. Argal, one hat is one hat."

U206: "Is that?... Blueribboned hat... Idly writing... What? Looked?..."

U211: "Father Conmee doffed his silk hat and smiled..." U212: "Father Conmee raised his hat to the Blessed Sacrament."


U211: "Mr Denis J. Maginni, professor of dancing, &c. in silk hat, slate frock coat with silk facings, white kerchief tie, tight lavender trousers, canary gloves and pointed patent boots, walking with grave deportment most respectfully took the curbstone as he passed lady Maxwell at the corner of Dignam's court."

U215: "The young man raised his hat abruptly: the young woman abruptly bent and with slow care detached from her light skirt a clinging twig."

U215: "There he tilted his hatbrim to give shade to his eyes and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out... Corny Kelleher locked his largefooted boots and gazed, his hat downtilted, chewing his blade of hay."

U232: "Staring backers with square hats stood round the roped prizering."

U234: "Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay in full gait from the metal bridge."

U244: "On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, steering his way from the greenhouse for the subsheriff's office, stood still in midstreet and brought his hat low. His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting."

U258: "Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose."

U263: "He can't sing for tall hats."

U267: "Walking, you know, Ben, in the moonlight with those earthquake hats."

U278: "A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the day along the quay towards Mr Bloom."

U290: "And says Bob Doran, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence... Talking through his bloody hat."

U307: "Do you know that he's balmy? Look at his head. Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat on with a shoehorn."



U564: "Bloom, holding in his hand Stephen's hat festooned with shavings and ashplant, stands irresolute... Bloom holding the hat and ashplant stands erect."

U569: "Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of the shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant"

U575: "he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally, testifying to a chronic impecuniosity"

U582: "the Lazarillo - Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which occasion the former's ball passed through the latter's hat"

U587: "The face of a streetwalker, glazed and haggard under a black straw hat, peered askew round the door of the shelter"

U590: "Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat, Mr Bloom thought well to stir, or try to, the clotted sugar from the bottom"

U604: "He saw him once on the auspicious occasion when they broke up the type in the Insuppressible or was it United Ireland, a privilege he keenly appreciated, and, in point of fact, handed him his silk hat when it was knocked off and he said Thank you, excited as he undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little misadventure mentioned between the cup and the lip, — what's bred in the bone."

U609: "His hat (Parnell's), was inadvertently knocked off and, as a matter of strict history, Bloom was the man who picked it up in the crush after witnesssing the occurrence meaning to return it to him (and return it to him he did with the utmost celerity) who, panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the time all the same being a gentleman born [...] turned round to the donor and thanked him with perfect aplomb, saying: Thank you, sir though in a very different tone of voice from the ornament of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the course of the day,"

U614: "the acme of first class music as such, literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat"

U621: "Resting his feet on the dwarf wall, he climbed over the area railings, compressed his hat on his head, grasped two points at the lower union of rails and stiles, lowered his body gradually by its length of five feet nine inches and a half to within two feet ten inches of the area pavement, and allowed his body to move freely in space..."

U622: "In the open space of the doorway the man reappeared without his hat, with his candle"

U637: "The Queen's Hotel, Ennis, County Clare where Rudolph Bloom (Rudolf Virag) died on the evening of the 27 June 1886 [...] after having, though not in consequence of having, purchased at 3. 15 p. m. on the afternoon of 27 June 1886 a new boater straw hat, extra smart (after having, though not in consequence of having, purchased at the hour and in the place aforesaid, the toxin aforesaid), at the general drapery store of James Cullen, 4 Main street, Ennis."

U639: "She disliked umbrella with rain, he liked woman with umbrella, she disliked new hat with rain, he liked woman with new hat, he bought new hat with rain, she carried umbrella with new hat."

U651: "Diaconal Hat on Ashplant borne by STEPHEN... Stephen put the hat on his head."

U677: "Occasionally he ate without having previously removed his hat."

U682: "A commode, one leg fractured, totally covered by square cretonne cutting, apple design, on which rested a lady's black straw hat."

U692: "God knows hes a change in a way not to be always and ever wearing the same old hat"

U693: "those richlooking green and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the opera hats"

U696: "he always takes off his hat when he comes up in the street like then"

U698: "I saw him before he saw me however standing at the corner of the Harolds cross road with a new raincoat on him with the muffler in the Zingari colours to show off his complexion and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual "

U: "cutting up this old hat and patching up the other the men wont look at you and women try to walk on you because they know youve no man"

U704: "if I went by his advices every blessed hat I put on does that suit me yes take that thats alright the one like a wedding cake standing up miles off my head he said suited me or the dishcover one coming down on my backside"

U707: "the banderilleros with the sashes and the 2 things in their hats"

U: "when I put on my gloves and hat at the window to show I was going out"

U: "that noisy bugger trying to swindle me with the wrong bill he took out of his hat"

U711: "there I was leaning over him with my white ricestraw hat to take the newness out of it"

U: "he didnt know what to make of me with his peak cap on that he always wore crooked as often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old Bishop that spoke off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak caps and the new woman bloomers"

U: "I couldnt even change my new white shoes all ruined with the saltwater and the hat I had with that feather all blowy and tossed on me "

U719: "Simon Dedalus son his father such a criticiser with his glasses up with his tall hat on him at the cricket match and a great big hole in his sock"

U727? "any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat at him after that hed kiss anything unnatural"

U727: "what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats"

U731: "the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me"


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vocabulary: put on, take off, hang up, doff, raise, tilt down, shoved back, awry, settled, hidingplace for magic tricks

Boots and shoes

'shoe' = 35
'boot' = 103

17: "I want puce gloves and green boots."

21: "Buck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots."

27: "Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks and clamour of their boots and tongues."

31: "He voted for it and put on his topboots to ride to Dublin from the Ards of Down to do so.
Lal the ral the ra
The rocky road to Dublin.
A gruff squire on horseback with shiny topboots. Soft day, sir John. Soft day, your honour... Day... Day... Two topboots jog dangling on to Dublin."

37: "Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. [...] Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells.[...] My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, nebeneinander."

41: "His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the shipworm, lost Armada. Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath."

44: "He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots."

46: "The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight."

49: "His gaze brooded on his broadtoed boots, a buck's castoffs nebeneinander. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's foot had nested warm. The foot that beat the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: girl I knew in Paris."


54: "On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by the bedroom door."

57: "the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter"


67: "A speck of dust on the patent leather of her boot. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf."


71: "Off to the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with laces dangling. Wellturned foot."

78: "He saw the priest stow the communion cup away, well in, and kneel an instant before it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the lace affair he had on. "

83: "He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park"

87: "My boots were creaking I remember now."

Spilling

Joyce seems to be praising Dublin in general for not spilling much of anything. 1 Mulligan balances his shaving stuff successfully Mulligan, Stephen, and the milkwoman do breakfast preparations without spilling 3 a kerchiefed Paris housewife carefully carries a mysterious saucer of vinegar 4 Bloom's breakfast prep is very neat 5 Bloom litters with the torn envelope and pin, intentionally in his imagination a barrel of porter spills 6 someone has spilled crumbs in the carriage a hearse once spilled it corpse, turning too fast 7 the virgins in Stephen's story dribble plum juice but wipe it up