The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 047
Shouldering their bags they trudged, the red Egyptians. His blued feet out
of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick muffler strangling
his unshaven neck. With woman steps she followed : the ruffian and his
strolling mort. Spoils slung at her back. Loose sand and shellgrit crusted her
bare feet. A bout her windraw face her hair trailed. Behind her lord his
helpmate, bing awast, to Romeville. When night hides her body’s flaws calling
under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs have mired. Her fancyman
is treating two Royal Dublins in O’Loughlin’s of Blackpitts. Buss her, wap
in rogue’s rum lingo, for, O, my dimber wapping dell. A shefiend’s whiteness
under her rancid rags. Fumbally’s lane that night : the tanyard smells.
- White thy fambles, red thy gan
- And thy quarrons dainty is.
- Couch a hogshead with me then.
- In the darkmans clip and kiss.
Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, frate porcospino. Unfallen
Adam rode and not rutted. Call away let him : thy quarrons dainty is. Language
no whit worse than his. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles :
roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets.
Passing now.
A side-eye at my Hamlet hat. If I were suddenly naked here as I sit? I
am not. Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun’s flaming
sword, to the west, trekking to evening lands. She trudges, schlepps, trains,
drags, trascines her load. A tide westering, moondrawn, in her wake. Tides,
myriadislanded, within her, blood not mine, oinopa ponton, a winedark sea.
Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids
her rise. Bridebed, childbed, bed of death, ghostcandled. Omnis caro ad te
veniet. He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying
the sea, mouth to her mouth’s kiss.
Here. Put a pin in that chap, will you? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss.
No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth’s kiss.
His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air : mouth to her womb.
Oomb, allwombing tomb. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched :
ooeeehah : roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayaway-
awayawayaway. Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy’s letter. Here.
Thanking you for hospitality tear the blank end off. Turning his back to the