ps amid  rubbishe nuns

    madhe wall.

    -- Jesus! O Jesus! Jesus!

    of oss of umbling t already bitten by an acterness. le, terings, to ening to  of  ion; but, as  t falling about rees and smelt trange  leaves and bark, his soul was loosed of her miseries.

    trees of t mann; and t branc joy. y  as ral silver-veined prose of Ne as rand Road, glancing idly at ti and smile; t as  by Bairds stonecutting albot Place t of Ibsen  of  passing a grimy marine dealers s the song by Ben Jonson which begins:

    I  wearier where I lay.

    s searcy amid tral otle or Aquinas turned often for its pleasure to ty songs of ture of a doubting monk, stood often in s age, to enists or ter of -coateers until a laugoo low, a parnisime, of cung his monkish pride and drove him on from his lurking-place.

    to pass  it  ences from Aristotles poetics and psycicae ad mentem divi t and self-mistrust, lit up at moments by tnings of intuition, but lig in ts t  as if it er ongue gre t t of beauty le and t in revery at least ed y. But  of common lives, passing on y fearlessly and  .

    Near t tive man  coming tole steps, tigtoned into e overcoat, and  be eleven, , and peered into a dairy to see time. told  it es to five but, as urned aing eleven strokes in s precision.  for it made  figure in a sing jacket and breecee, standing in t hopkins corner, and heard him say:

    -- Dedalus, youre an antisocial being, . Im a democrat and I `Il  for social liberty and equality among