Uncle C t at last ed to o enjoy tle out the garden.

    -- Very good, Simon. All serene, Simon, said tranquilly. Anyw will be more salubrious.

    -- Damn me, said Mr Dedalus frankly, if I knos like gunpowder, by God.

    -- Its very nice, Simon, replied the old man. Very cool and mollifying.

    Every morning, to  not before  on all . all  and t visible beyond t and tools, served entedly one of e songs: O, twine me a bower or Blue Eyes and Golden he pure air.

    During t part of tepant companion. Uncle Canned skin, rugged features and  Avenue and treet of to. Stepo go o ever side ter.  or t to epance to take them, he would frown and say:

    -- take theyre good for your bowels.

    o teped on a bencing for tepand at te near tation, ceprack in tyle Mike Flynn favoured, ed, ed and raigice rainer imes illustrate truck co c doalking atics and politics. t Mike Flynn  some of t runners of modern times tepen glanced at rainers flabby stubble-covered face, as it bent over tained fingers tte, and y at treless blue eyes o tance o the pouch.

    On ten pay a visit to t eper briskly about Step on ced at t of every page. Step at ing, t sy. en  God mig of tune he had squandered in Cork.

    On Sundays Stepook titutional. te of en ten or ttle village of Stillorgan ing of t to t toains or along tstoo Dundrum, coming rudging along tanding in some grimy ly of ts nearer ts, of Irisics, of Munster and of to all of and o ill  t: and t too ake part in t  o make rea