Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyring­ing.
Imperth­n­thn thn­th­n­thn.
Chips, pick­ing chips off rocky thumb­nail, chips.
Hor­rid! And gold flushed more.
A husky fifenote blew.
Blew. Blue bloom is on the.
Gold­pin­na­cled hair.
A jump­ing rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile.
Trilling, trilling: Ido­l­ores.
Peep! Who’s in the… peep­of­gold?
Tink cried to bronze in pity.
And a call, pure, long and throb­bing. Longindy­ing call.
Decoy. Soft word. But look: the bright stars fade. Notes chirrup­ing answer.
O rose! Castile. The morn is break­ing.
Jin­gle jin­gle jaunt­ed jin­gling.
Coin rang. Clock clacked.
Avow­al. Son­nez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. La cloche! Thigh smack. Avow­al. Warm. Sweet­heart, good­bye!
Jin­gle. Bloo.
Boomed crash­ing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tym­pa­num.
A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.
Lost. Thros­tle flut­ed. All is lost now.
Horn. Hawhorn.
When first he saw. Alas!
Full tup. Full throb.
War­bling. Ah, lure! Allur­ing.
Martha! Come!
Clap­clap. Clip­clap. Clap­py­clap.
Good­god henev erheard inall.
Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.
A moon­lit night­call: far, far.
I feel so sad. P. S. So lone­ly bloom­ing.
The spiked and wind­ing cold sea­horn. Have you the? Each, and for oth­er, plash and silent roar.
Pearls: when she. Liszt’s rhap­sodies. Hissss.
You don’t?
Did not: no, no: believe: Lid­lyd. With a cock with a car­ra.
Black. Deep­sound­ing. Do, Ben, do.
Wait while you wait. Hee hee. Wait while you hee.
But wait!
Low in dark mid­dle earth. Embed­ded ore.
Naminedamine. Preach­er is he:
All gone. All fall­en.
Tiny, her tremu­lous fer­n­foils of maid­en­hair.
Amen! He gnashed in fury.
Fro. To, fro. A baton cool pro­trud­ing.
Bronze­ly­dia by Minagold.
By bronze, by gold, in ocean­green of shad­ow. Bloom. Old Bloom.
One rapped, one tapped, with a car­ra, with a cock.
Pray for him! Pray, good peo­ple!
His gouty fin­gers nakker­ing.
Big Ben­aben. Big Ben­ben.
Last rose Castile of sum­mer left bloom I feel so sad alone.
Pwee! Lit­tle wind piped wee.
True men. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Ay, ay. Like you men. Will lift your tschink with tschunk.
Fff! Oo!
Where bronze from anear? Where gold from afar? Where hoofs?
Rrrpr. Kraa. Kraan­dl.
Then not till then. My eppripff­taph. Be pfr­writt.
James Joyce, Ulysses (Beginn Kapi­tel 11)

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