late for the traditional 8 a.m. start time, but feel free to pick it up at Episode 9.)
Episode 1 - Telemachus. Breakfast. Shave. Take a dip at Carson
Beach in Southie.
God, he said quietly.
Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a grey sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The
scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks. I must teach
you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great
sweet mother. Come and look.
Episode 2 - Nestor. Duck into a BU summer school
Had Pyrrhus not fallen by
a beldam's hand in Argos
or Julius Caesar not been knifed to death? They are not to be thought away.
Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite
possibilities they have ousted. But can those have been possible seeing that
they never were? Or was that only possible which came to pass? Weave, weaver of
"History, Stephen said,
is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
Episode 3 - Proteus. Walk along the waterfront.
Close your eyes, contemplating the “ineluctable modality of the audible.” Open them
again. See the sea change. Pick your nose and smear it on a rock.
Under the upswelling tide
he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up
their petticoats, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds.
Day by day: night by night: lifted, flooded and let fall.
Episode 4 - Calypso. Buy a pork kidney in Chinatown. Cook
it up good.
Mr. Leopold Bloom ate
with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup,
nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs,
fried hencod's roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to
his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
Episode 5 - Lotus Eaters. Visit to post
office...check for love letter. (Or at least check your e-mail.) Take a hot tub
bath at Inman
Enjoy a bath now: clean
trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle tepid stream. This is my body. He
foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled
by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled
over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of
flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of
the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.
Episode 6 - Hades. Visit Mount
Auburn Cemetery. Ponder your mortality.
I daresay the soil would
be quite fat with corpse manure, bones, flesh, nails, charnelhouses. Dreadful.
Turning green and pink, decomposing. Rot quick in damp earth. The lean old ones
tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy kind of a cheesy. Then begin to get black,
treacle oozing out of them. Then dried up. Deathmoths. Of course the cells or
whatever they are go on living. Changing about. Live for ever practically.
Nothing to feed on feed on themselves.
Episode 7 - Aeolus. Stop by a newspaper office. (Feel free to buy an
He stayed in his walk to
watch a typesetter neatly distributing type. Reads it backwards first. Quickly
he does it. Must require some practice that. mangiD. kcirtaP. Poor papa with
his hagadah book, reading backwards with his finger to me. Pessach. Next year
Dear, O dear! All that long business about that brought us out of the land of Egypt and into the house of bondage
alleluia. Shema Israel
Adonai Elohenu.... How quickly he does that job. Practice makes perfect. Seems
to see with his fingers.
Episode 8 - Lestrygonians. Order a
grilled cheese and a glass of wine at All-Star Sandwich Bar.
He smellsipped the
cordial juice and, bidding his throat strongly to speed it, set his wineglass
delicately down.... Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread,
with relish of disgust, pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips
of his wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather
with the chill off.
Episode 9 - Scylla And Charybdis. Visit
the BPL. Thumb through a copy of Hamlet.
Well: if the father who
has not a son be not a father can the son who has not a father be a son? When
Rutlandbaconsouthamptonshakespeare or another poet of the same name in the
comedy of errors wrote Hamlet he was not the father of his own son merely but,
being no more a son, he was and felt himself the father of all his race, the
father of his own grandfather, the father of his unborn grandson who, by the
same token, never was born for nature, as Mr Magee understands her, abhors
Episode 10 - Wandering Rocks. Free
period. Perambulate aimlessly. Do some people-watching.
Mr Kernan turned and
walked down the slope of Watling
street by the corner of Guinness's visitors'
waitingroom. Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car
without fare or jarvey stood, the reins knotted to the wheel. Damn dangerous
thing. Some Tipperary
bosthoon endangering the lives of the citizens. Runaway horse.... Denis Breen
with his tomes, weary of having waited an hour in John Henry Menton's office,
led his wife over O'Connell bridge, bound for the office of Messrs Collis and
Ward.... A cavalcade in easy trot along Pembroke quay passed, outriders
leaping, leaping in their, in their saddles. Frockcoats. Cream sunshades.
Episode 11 - Sirens. Get a drink and listen to musical
stylings on offer at Ryles.
From the saloon a call
came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he
now struck. Acall again. That he now poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It
throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Longer in dying
call.... A voiceless song sang from within, singing.... A duodene of birdnotes
chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Brightly the keys, all
twinkling, linked, all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of
dewy morn, of youth, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn.
Episode 12 - Cyclops. Get in an argument with
-- Mendelssohn was a jew
and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. And the Saviour was a jew and his
father was a jew. Your God.
-- He had no father, says
Martin. That'll do now. Drive ahead.
-- Whose God? says the
-- Well, his uncle was a
jew, says he. Your God was a jew. Christ was a jew like me.
Gob, the citizen made a
plunge back into the shop.
-- By Jesus, says he, I'Il
brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. By Jesus, I'll crucify him so
I will. Give us that biscuitbox here.
Episode 13 - Nausicca. Take a walk on Revere Beach. (Behave yourself.)
The summer evening had
begun to fold the world in its mysterious embrace. Far away in the west the sun
was setting and the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea
and strand, on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the
waters of the bay, on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, last but
not least, on the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the
stillness the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever
to the storm-tossed heart of man, Mary, star of the sea.
Episode 14 - Oxen Of The Sun. Visit
the maternity ward at MGH. Consider
the long evolution of the English language.
Send us, bright one,
light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send us, bright one, light one,
Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send us bright one, light one, Horhorn,
quickening and wombfruit.
Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa!
Hoopsa, hoyaboy, hoopsa! Hoopsa, boyaboy, hoopsa.
Episode 15 - Circe. Get very drunk. Walk around
the Combat Zone, and try
to picture the days when there was an actual red light district in Boston.
KITTY (Peers at the
gasjet.) What ails it tonight?
LYNCH (Deeply.) Enter a
ghost and hobgoblins.
ZOE Clap on the back for
(The wand in Lynch's hand
flashes: a brass poker. Stephen stands at the pianola on which sprawl his hat
and ashplant. With two fingers he repeats once more the series of empty fifths.
Florry Talbot, a blond feeble goosefat whore in a tatterdemalion gown of
mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the sofa corner, her limp forearm
pendent over the bolster, listening. A heavy stye droops over her sleepy
KITTY (Hiccups again with
a kick of her horsed foot.) O, excuse!
ZOE (Promptly.) Your
boy's thinking of you. Tie a knot on your shift.
(Kitty Ricketts bends her
head. Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over her shoulder, back, arm, chair to
the ground. Lynch lifts the curled caterpillar on his wand. She snakes her
neck, nestling. Stephen glances behind at the squatted figure with its cap back
to the front.)
Episode 16 - Eumaeus. Hail a cab. Engage in a
long, rambling conversation with the cabby.
All kinds of Utopian
plans were flashing through his (Bloom's) busy brain. Education (the genuine
article), literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to date billing, hydros and
concert tours in English watering resorts packed with theatres, turning money
away, duets in Italian with the accent perfectly true to nature and a quantity
of other things, no necessity of course to tell the world and his wife from the
housetops about it and a slice of luck. An opening was all was wanted. Because
he more than suspected he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which it
was quite on the cards he had so it would be just as well, by the way no harm,
to trail the conversation in the direction of that particular red herring just
Episode 17 - Ithaca. Arrive home. Make a cup of
cocoa. Talk about life. Walk out in your back yard. Pee in the bushes while you
gaze up at the “heaventree of stars
hung with humid nightblue fruit.”
action did Bloom make on their arrival at their destination?
At the housesteps of the
4th of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number 7 Eccles street, he inserted his hand
mechanically into the back pocket of his trousers to obtain his latchkey.
It was in the
corresponding pocket of the trousers which he had worn on the day but one
was he doubly irritated?
Because he had forgotten
and because he remembered that he had reminded himself twice not to forget.
were then the alternatives before the, premeditatedly (respectively) and
inadvertently, keyless couple?
To enter or not to enter.
To knock or not to knock.
A stratagem. 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 by separating himself from the railings and crouching in preparation
for the impact of the fall.
Episode 18 - Penelope. Crawl into bed, with
your feet on the pillows and your head under the covers, weary, drifting off to
sleep, thinking of the person you love.