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|1||Telemachus||Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl |
of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
|I||2||Nestor||— You, Cochrane, what city sent for him?||24 |
|I||3||Proteus||Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought |
through my eyes.
|4||Calypso||Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls.||54 |
|II||5||The Lotus-Eaters||By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom walked soberly, past |
Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher's, the postal telegraph office.
|II||6||Hades||Martin Cunningham, first, poked his silkhatted head into the creaking |
carriage and, entering deftly, seated himself.
|II||7||Aeolus||IN THE HEART OF THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS |
Before Nelson's pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley, started
for Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure,
Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Rathmines,
Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Harold's Cross.
|II||8||The Lestrygonians||Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch.||151 |
|II||9||Scylla and Charybdis||Urbane, to comfort them, the quaker librarian purred:||184 |
|II||10||The Wandering Rocks||The superior, the very reverend John Conmee S.J. reset his smooth |
watch in his interior pocket as he came down the presbytery steps.
|II||11||Sirens||Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing.||256 |
|II||12||The Cyclops||I was just passing the time of day with old Troy of the D.M.P. at the |
corner of Arbour hill there and be damned but a bloody sweep came
along and he near drove his gear into my eye.
|II||13||Nausicaa||The summer evening had begun to fold the world in its mysterious |
|II||14||Oxen of the Sun||Deshil Holles Eamus.||383 |
|II||15||Circe||(The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches |
an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green
will-o'-the-wisps and danger signals.
|16||Eumaeus||Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of the |
shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up
generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he very badly needed.
|III||17||Ithica||What parallel courses did Bloom and Stephen follow returning?||666 |
|III||18||Penelope||Yes because he never did a thing like that before . . .||738 |