#and the LIES FROM LANTIS

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

OH! 

See I didn’t catch this in my fishing trip! I um... Wait hang on I did see that though. 

Yeah ok, so the English Translation really didn’t capture the intended wording of that conversation correctly the first time around, but they got there the second time! Oh well I guess!

Either way, Sakura remembers this with the details that the original Japanese probably conveyed a lot easier - and so she knows that Lava Lamp knew all along, which is why they had so many mismatched moments where they clearly wanted to connect with each other but were brought up short because both of them WEREN’T the real one the other wanted to connect with, they just looked like them, and Sakura KNEW he knew the entire time!

Infinity really was a rough ride for everyone involved.

#And that was before all the murder #And the curses #and the soul separating #and the LIES FROM LANTIS #MY MAIN MANTIS HOW COULD YOU #liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Vol 179 #Tsubasa #Syaoran #Lava Lamp Guy #Sakura #and the power of vague wording!

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 67

Cw: blood, implied sex, physical assult

Taglist: @stargaryenx @mercedesdecorazon

Gif by @gameofthronesdaily

There is so much to say and so little time.

“I want to reaffirm my love for you.” He said as they lied there naked watching the stars.

“I think you already did that, love.” She said with a satisfied smile as she laid there with her head on his shoulder. “Although I wouldn’t mind it if we reaffirmed it again.”

Her body had changed, but he was not disgusted by it as she had feared he’d be.

He had worshipped her like he had done then, told her how beautiful she was, how he needed her, wanted her and would never stop loving her.

Gods, it had been so long since she had been intimate with him. She had wept from the stimulation and the overwhelming emotions of being with him.

I love you, she had whispered and whimpered as he said it back to her and showed her how much.

“I want to marry you in the Valyrian way, I want us bound together by blood and fire, so when I go, I know I belonged to you in every way that matters.” He tilts her chin upwards she sees how serious he is about it and know how much he wants her to say yes.

“Then marry me, bind our souls together so I may find you in our next life.”

This is blasphemy.

He can hear his mother complaining as he takes the ceremonial knife, cuts her lip, and paints the fire glyph on his wife’s forehead.

“Hen lantoti ānogar, va sȳndroti vāedroma.”

Blood of two, joined as one.

They are naked, sitting by a fire as both recite the words ordinarily said by the one officiating.

Only the night, the fire and their blood stand witness to their union.

“Mēro perzot gīhoti, elēdroma iārza sīr.”

Ghostly flame, And song of shadows.

She takes the dagger, cuts his lip and with his blood paints the word for blood on his forehead as he did.

“Izulī ampā perzī, prūmī lanti sēteksi.”

Two hearts as embers, Forged in fourteen fires.

He cuts his palm and cuts hers as their blood mixed with the wine.

A shame he could not give her a proper wedding, with ceremonial clothes and their families there to share their joy.

Perhaps in their next life, he can give her all she deserves.

“Hen jenȳ māzīlarion, qēlossa ozūndesi.”

A future promised in glass, the stars stand witness.

She speaks and both tie the silk blue ribbon he keeps close to his heart as well as they can one handed.

He never thought the word would be literal in their case.

But, if this is the last time they are together, he begs the gods do not forget them even when the world does.

“Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo, Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi.”

The vow spoken through time, of darkness and light

The last vow is said in unison, and he can see tears in her eyes as they drink from the golden cup and seal their marriage with a kiss.

“We could leave now, take Aemon and go see the world and never come back.” She suggests once they consummate their marriage a second time.

He had told her about that dream, the one where they had run away and came back three years later.

She had wanted him to finish inside her despite how recent and how difficult Aemon’s birth had been.

“We can’t, ābrazȳrys. Your destiny is to be queen, mine is to die.” He said with a sigh.

“Don’t speak like that, if Vaemond somehow cheated death, maybe you can too.” She reminds him.

Vaemond had lived when everyone else had died.

An unfair trade if you asked him.

“I will die fighting or facing the Queen’s Justice, I am afraid there is no happy ending for us, my love.” He hates himself for reminding her of the cruel reality they lived in.

“Don’t say that, Aemond. At least, just not tonight.” His princess commands him and who is he to say no to her.

“Avy jorrāelan.” He said and apologized for his pessimism in the best way he knew how.

“Avy jorrāelan toli.” She whispered against his lips and pulled him over her once more.

“How do you plan to explain a perfectly legitimate spare to your mother?” Daemon is the one to receive her at Maidenpool.

“That is none of your business, you may be my mother’s husband, but you are no kin of mine.” Aemma wiped the dried blood of her lip and forehead.

The cuts had been small, but in their passion the one on her lip had split open again making a mess.

He had taken back the bloody ribbon and she had given him the miniature of her and Aemon.

If I cannot find you again in this life, I will find you in the next, he had promised.

I forgive you; she had said, and he had kissed her goodbye.

He had tasted of blood, of wine and of her.

She will never forget the taste of his lips even when the world forgets him.

“You could have put us all at risk with your stupidity, stepdaughter. Who is to say he didn’t seduce for your secrets?” Daemon taunted thinking Aemond was the same as him.

“I asked him to meet me there, for all your claims about loving my mother, you forget others are afflicted by the same madness.” The princess answered incensed, angry tears flowing freely now. “He asked me to wed him in fire and blood , so when we reincarnate we can have the happiness denied to us in this life.

Is that what you wanted to know? That his destiny is to die by your hand as you die by his? That the two of you only came into this world so you could take each other out of it?

That we wanted one last happiness before he dies without having ever met his own son?”

“He killed your brother; he would have killed your grandmother if I had not been there. Were they of so little worth to you that you run to him the chance you get?” he dares to go there, as if his hands were not bloodier than Aemond’s.

She could tell him, scream to the four winds that Aemond had not meant to kill Lucerys, but no one would believe her.

“I could ask you the same question, you claim you loved Laena and yet you didn’t hesitate to kill her brother and fuck his wife before her coffin was at the bottom of the ocean!” Aemma threw back at him.

“He. Killed. Your. Brother.” Daemon, never known for his control, grabs Aemma by the neck.

She has never feared Daemon, she had never thought him capable of going against her knowing she is his wife’s daughter.

“You. Killed. Rhea. My. Father and Laena.” Aemma spat in his face and he tightened his hold on her throat.

He could kill her, he could claim some green spy had done it, blame Aemond even.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he releases her just as Nettles comes to see what had their dragons snapping at each other.

“You were with her, weren’t you, your highness?” Criston asked as they broke their fast.

They were halfway to Harrenhal, no need to go faster, the distance was only a nineteen-day march.

Aemond had not bothered to hide the miniature portrait or the scab forming on his lip and palm.

Cole looks at the round miniature with a pang of regret before his face hardens as it always did when he lectured him.

“If I was, what is it to you?” Aemond had loved Criston like a father, never wanting to find out if Criston sees him as a son as a side effect of his obsession with mother or genuinely cares for him.

“Did it ever occur to you that it was a trap?” his mentor and leal servant asked him as if Aemond was the stupid boy who had just picked a fight he couldn’t win.

“I know my wife; I know her to her core; I can blindly put my life in her hands and know she won’t kill me because it isn’t in her to do such a thing.” Aemond answered, being far too poetic for his own liking.

Aemee used to tease him about that, said sex and wine made a bad poet out of him.

“No, she just makes you commit an act of heresy and damns you to the seventh hell with her.” Cole speaks as if they didn’t damn themselves there already.

“I wed her in the manner of my Targaryen ancestors, so that in the next life I can be with her and have the life my mother and grandfather denied me.” The prince defended his actions.

What did it matter now?

They were dead even before they marched here.

“You are not my father, Ser Criston. You do not get to tell me what I can or cannot do.” The prince warned reminding Cole his place.

Not once he had said those words, the relationship between Cole and Aemond was the closest both had to the one a father had for his son.

Cole had given up everything the day Rhaenyra raised him to Kingsguard.

He had squired for Cole when no one wanted to take a boy missing an eye as their apprentice.

He had loved the man more than his own blood father.

And now he had taken a knife and severed that bond between them.

“As you say, your highness,” Cole said coldly and left his tent.

#aemma velaryon #someone will remember us fic #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #oc fanfiction #ocappreciationtag #fyeahhotdocs

[sakuraswordly]

Sonic: The future I saw…without a doubt. It will happen and there's no more time. Even so… I want to change the future that I've seen in both Punch and golden king's dreams.

This video is my third-hand drawing animation

※※Other characters belong to their respective owners and original creators.(Punch Whalen Character Design by @PunchSakura)

What's make Sonic VS Punch in Tsofph Season 9(Final judgement) will become memorable(not Epic) more than any seasons as my(@sakuraswordly) opinion [@sakuraswordly: This battle is quite difficult to write about because this is not only fighting because of different factions or different thoughts but fighting both physically and mentally. Sonic knows he can't defeat her. But he still can fight equally, although Punch is smarter than him.]

"Oh, you're freaking crazy, hate me, love you breakin' bottles on the pavement. Just to watch them crash"

<=I can't believe "Vandalize my heart" also connect to this. That's sentence

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Eagle: Your manners are also perfect. As expected from a Speed-of-sound gentleman hedgehog.

Sonic: You did meet "Punch". Am I right?

Eagle: ............Yes. You have the means by which you came to this world. But without that, you still understand us and be able to travel across time and space by yourself. This power can only be used by the average person once, but you can use it multiple times. If I had to guess, you and King Gilgamesh did hold the same level of power.

Sonic: ................

Eagle: You like to call yourself a connoisseur. You are shown to be an isolationist and slightly antisocial as the kind of person "that needed a lot of privacy," preferring to be alone either by napping, looking at the horizon, or going on an adventure alone.

Sonic: You don't have to guess. Golden King and I are really the same. We came back to the country of infinity to find a way to save both Punch and Peter.

Eagle: Huh...Did you join the chess tournament intending to win the prize?

Sonic: That is one of my reason.

Eagle: .............your reason? So you already know what a special prize is.

Sonic: Yes. That prize was once made by Edalyn Clawthorne and Raine Whispers. A magic that can stay in freeze time or nothingness and can accept another soul or switch a soul.

Eagle: Why are you want to switch a soul?

Sonic: I saw Kujaku take my body and turn me into some kind like mecha Sonic. My soul will be destroyed if I don't do something. It is just like when Mecha Sonic planned to transfer his mind into my body in the past.

Eagle: King Gilgamesh also said the same to me that his only reason for him keep travelling was to stop Kujaku. This special prize, King Gilgamesh was also part of making this. You already knew this too. Then may I ask again, do you want to be separated that badly from those people?

Sonic: Yes.

Eagle: Even though you lied to your friends? You are not the type that loves to lie.

Sonic: It's good for them to not let them know...after all I am also responsible for what I was born into this world. I just don't want both Shadow and Amy to protect me and hurt themself. I can't watch them get hurt because of me. They had been through long enough.

Eagle: And Syaoran?

Sonic: .........Kujaku sent Exeller to kill Syaoran. A long time ago Kujaku sent Fei Wang Reed to kill Syaoran and he did use Fai's curse as a purpose. I can't let Exeller know what I had known so I need to lie to Syaoran too.

Eagle: Long ago when the "Syaoran" 's group came to this world. The princess saw the future from her dream and change the future. The future Lantis saw, after the last battle that "Fai" man stabs the princess and she dies. He kills his two friends.

Eagle: You and Princess had the same future vision.

Sonic: Just beginning not expert as much as Sakura and Chester. Thanks to Syaoran's memories.

Eagle: Then came back to this question again. Why are you want to switch a soul so badly?

Sonic: I want Punch to take my role.

Eagle: Because you're a non-human?

Sonic: No. Because my Human vessel already paid a price to save Cosmo. I saw Cosmo die to fulfil her destiny to stop the Metarex and save the universe. Rouge told me that Cosmo's species evolve into trees at some point in their lifetimes, implied to be the form they must assume to birth children. Immediately afterwards they will die unless sustained by the energy of a Planet Egg.

Sonic: That time made me realise that we can change the future. Even Mephiles killed me and Elise confidently puts out the Flames, eliminating Solaris from existence once and for all. I still believe that the future can be changed. That's why I want to believe in Punch. I believe that she can change the future and make things right like me.

Dhaos: You are not being serious right?

Yuko: Certainly in the future, you are choosing... You will be "alone". But it will not be the same as experiencing "Loneliness". Are you will willing to take that chance?

Sonic: Yes. I won't let such a thing happen!

Connect to this:

Sonic said "That's why I will believe you to the very end", Sonic had the ability to read people's hearts and now he has the ability to see someone else's memories. Sonic saw Punch and Gilgamesh's future vision. Sonic is an honest type and very honest and respectful to friends and important people. Sonic won't betray Punch no matter how villain Punch is because Punch, Sonic and Danny make a friendship like a promise they made together. In Tsofph Season 11(Chapter 1 Secret Truth of the Past), Punch and Peter turn back time and continue to the present with King Gilgamesh so they are behind in saving Sonic too. In Tsofph Season 8, Sonic finally remembered even when he was in the Babylonian era. Punch and King Gilgamesh had done so much for keeping him safe and exist. Sonic felt so bad that he can't be able to help them, especially King Gilgamesh, who always ran and hid behind him. Until Tsofph Season 8(Story of Daily Life), Sonic met Punch in her younger version. Sonic decide to save Punch from her sadness like what he did to Shadow and Velvet.

Sonic: Her saddest is too strong. I feel so heavy...I did one fight with Shadow but Punch is different from Shadow. We shared the same existence, not appearance. Only Punch and I can see the lines of death. I can't win against her because she's too smart. Even Tails gave me some advice, I can't win against her! No! I won't let my despair take control of me again like that time when Dark Oak did that to me. I am the only one that can save her now. I need to trust myself. If Daniel was here, he would want me to stop her too even no matter how much Daniel hates this world as much as Punch do. "Punch" always helps me. And even this Punch wants to help me in her own way. Although she knew that darkness would overwhelm her heart and never return. At least this will save her...I had experience from fight Metal Sonic and Mecha Sonic. Eggman tried to train me, he tried to teach me to fight on my own. All the evil plans he trained me on. He knew that one day I would fight Punch. The robot or Shadow can also imitate his moves and achieve speeds matching and even exceeding my own even those robots had hearts. That is why he continued his evil plan to train me. Now I know how to save her. It's my kindness.

Conversation Source: tumblr.com/sakuraswordly

"Oh, you're freaking crazy, hate me, love you breakin' bottles on the pavement. Just to watch them crash"

Sonic called Punch "Naughty". Punch loves to break the rules and do something that people won't do like Sonic. Punch's heart is also very complicated. She both loves and hates at the same time for no reason. In some instances, Sonic is shown to be an isolationist and slightly antisocial as he is the kind of person "that needed a lot of privacy," preferring to be alone either by napping, looking at the horizon, or going on an adventure alone for a few minutes or for over six months; ignoring his friends when engaging in conversation or going on an adventure themselves to a location he was too. Also, Sonic is a nature lover, seeing as he preferred to be outdoors than indoors and takes the time to smell the flowers and enjoy life the same way Punch did as well.

What is a memory bottle? A memory jar is a popular and meaningful memorial idea that celebrates the memories you shared with your departed loved one. This project is not only a tribute to a loved one's life and legacy. It also serves as a source of comfort to the grieving family as they get to read and treasure all the important memories

In Tsubasa of Phantasia, "breakin' bottles on the pavement. Just to watch them crash" Memories that Punch wants to throw away her happy memories and abandon the happiness that she creates to move forward. But Sonic is deleting all sadness and moving forward to a bright future.

Yep! Punch's weakness is Sonic himself, his kindness, pure and childish. Sonic's heart can't grow. He will remain as a child, an innocent child forever no matter how traumatic he had been through. The whole reason why Punch chooses to protect him is that he won't change his heart and is always honest, unlike any lives that she met including herself. (And that's the whole reason why everyone in real life loves Sonic I guess.) So in this fight, Sonic absolutely win as always.

#sakuraswordly #手描き #hand drawing animation #ringa tuhi #handteikning #animation #Tsofph Season 9(Final judgement) #tsubasa of phantasia concept #sonic crowe #punch whalen #Tsofph Gilgamesh #Tsofph Spoilers #the shining stars who give hope. #Sonic's trusting

[mokonalord]

Another unedited Mid Knight Skies snippet, this time from a later chapter. Flashback, Lantis/Lafarga, briefly implied sex.

Lafarga should’ve suspected something was wrong the day Lantis left. No, not then. The week before. Specifically the day he’d found him in one of the lesser frequented gardens, sitting and staring listlessly at the birds that had started to gather nearby.

“There you are. Ready for the monster hunt tonight?” Lafarga asked. He tried to be quiet and gentle, but the birds scattered anyway. “You know I’m not gonna let you win this time.”

“I’m taking the night off,” Lantis said simply. Lafarga frowned, putting his hand on Lantis’ shoulder.

“Is everything all right?” He asked, stepping closer. Lantis put his hand over his partner’s.

“It’s fine.” Lantis gave the hand a slight squeeze. “I just need some rest.” He took his hand off, then got up and started walking away, letting Lafarga’s hand slide off.

“Do you want me to call for a healer?” Lafarga called after him.

“There’s no need. I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Lantis lied. He wasn’t fine tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. He barely managed the minimum in his role as Captain of the guard, leaving Lafarga to pick up the slack, and the bed they shared never felt so cold. Finally, after several days of hoping things would get better on their own, Lafarga confronted him.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong!” He begged. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Instead of answering, Lantis had kissed him. Instantly, Lafarga felt the need to be upset fading, and he pulled him down on the bed with him. Later that night, after they’d physically made up, and were lying on the bed, contently drained, Lantis spoke to him again.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow night.” He said.

“Huh? Yeah, sure.” Lafarga was far too tired now to make any argument. Tomorrow night it was.

Except Lantis had lied again. The next morning, he was gone. At first, Lafarga assumed he’d just gone to train by himself somewhere, but as the day went on, with every new guard asking him where Lantis was and why he didn’t show up for whatever drill or exercise or meeting he was supposed to, a sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach.

The second time he should’ve known something was wrong was when Lord Zagato called off most of the search after only a few days.

“Lord Zagato, with all due respect, we haven’t even covered half of Cephiro yet-“ Lafarga insisted.

“If we find him, you’ll be free to give him the Captaincy back, if you so choose.”

“I- I beg your pardon, sir?” Did Lafarga really hear that right?

“Congratulations, Dal Lafarga. You’ve been promoted to Captain.”

“That’s not funny,” He said, looking away.

“No, of course it isn’t. We’ll hold the ceremony tomorrow after lunch. Don’t be late,” Zagato said very seriously, “Unless you don’t believe you’re up to it?” After a moment, Lafarga sighed.

“No, it’s fine,” He said reluctantly, “Protecting the Pillar comes first, after all.” If he’d looked back then, he might’ve seen Zagato’s face contort.

#Lantis Lafarga #Lantis #Lafarga #zagato #magic knight rayearth #look my past L/L theory is headcanon now and y’all just have to deal #mid knight skies #are you pondering what I’m pondering? #fanfic #my stuff

[lightadept]

Some thoughts on Eagle, and his relationship to Hikaru and Lantis

Contains spoilers. Eagle. I fucking adore this guy. He is so insanely tragic, a cauldron of paradoxical feelings. He’s playful but tormented; strong, but at the same time gentle, breakable. All this is clashing so beautifully together. It’s his sadness and melancholy, mixed with charisma and audacity, that’s perhaps the most captivating. He’s on a suicidal mission, yet that doesn’t quench his love of life because it was all out of love to begin with. But there’s also a silent resignation to him, a very peculiar case of selflessness, and I’d like to look into this a bit. 

Eagle loves Lantis profoundly, he’s head over heels in love with him - I think we can all agree on that. But he’s silent about it. All things he does for Lantis, all sacrifices he makes are selfless, they don’t include him. In fact, they exclude him. When Lantis is in mortal danger, exhausted Eagle says to him: “if you die, Hikaru will be saddened.” Pay close attention to this because this sentence is such a brilliant mind-fuck.

He doesn’t say “I”... he says “Hikaru.” He displaces his sense of self, his subjectivity, and puts it onto her because he is going to disappear anyway. It’s kind of him to think of others at this moment, but there’s more to this: when he says “Hikaru will be saddened”, along these lines lies hidden “I will be sad”. 

His last words are similar: “Lantis... please make Hikaru happy.”

He’s being erased from the world, he’s losing a place in it, so he passes his will - and his will is love - onto Hikaru, so that she can give to Lantis what he couldn’t. In a way, he is extending himself through Hikaru, transferring a part of himself onto her. But at the same time, he’s selflessly exempting himself from their relationship, leaving the two alone.

Ahh, Eagle, you jerk!! You’re breaking our hearts!!

In manga, this issue is beautifully addressed:

Eagle’s fate is about to be the same like Emeraude’s. He takes on all the pain upon himself, but it’s Hikaru who ultimately sees that Eagle is putting aside his own happiness, just like Emeraude did. And she won’t have it (good job there, Hikaru).

The key word here is: for yourself. Just moments ago, Eagle was about to discard himself from existence so that Lantis could live. He was about to freeze the entire Cephiro along with himself by becoming a Pillar, while sending its inhabitants to live in Autozam, and this is the ultimate act of self-annihilation, a self he has been denying all along. Hikaru stops him from doing it, seeing Emeraude’s fate repeating in his - just like she gave a place to Nova to exist in her heart in anime, in manga she gave a place to Eagle in a world he was preparing to leave. This shocks him, because for the first time, someone is returning to him that self that’s been forgotten, denied to exist. Their relationship is beautiful because Hikaru reached his most recessed psychic abyss, and saved him from where he buried himself. He also helped her: to her, Eagle is a second Emeraude, and this time around, he’s a Pillar she managed to save. In a way, he redeemed her as well.   That said, I don’t see these two as romantically attracted to each other, be it anime or manga. I don’t think Hikaru likes him in that way, nor does he like her romantically. Instead, they are more like one person, each reflecting the other, redeeming each other. Their mutual interaction is based on self-growth they both provoke in one another. In anime, Eagle encourages Hikaru all the time, he feeds her confidence and her love for Lantis, at his own exclusion, and he does it not only for Lantis but also for her. In manga, Hikaru has admiration for him, she says to Lantis that she would like to be like Eagle. Lantis says they are alike. They are not in love with each other, anime or manga-wise, however, manga!Lantis seems to be into both of them... Ehhh, it’s getting complicated. 

#eagle vision #hikaru shidou #lantis #mkr #magic knight rayearth #eagle you jerk #you had me crying throughout entire anime #i don't remember the last time i cried over a character like this #eagle #hikaru #spoilers

[amboato]

Of course, as soon as Zazu leaves, Eagle begins to wake. He’s worried about Lantis and Cephiro, perhaps in conjunction. I wonder if this is hinting that he and Lantis devised a plan to get rid of the Pillar system and this is a sign in that direction? Anyway, Geo is relieved that Eagle is finally conscious, but Eagle is more worried that he may have let info slip while he was asleep; Geo lies, maybe, to Eagle, saying he didn’t say anything. He obviously said “Lantis,” “I must,” and “Cephiro,” but perhaps Geo just took that as confused mumbling as Eagle was waking up? Geo wants to know what the plan is from here on out, but he’s willing to give Eagle some privacy to gather his thoughts first. (sidenote: I can’t decide if I think Geo is in the loop here or not.) I wonder what Eagle has to be sorry to Lantis about?

#Geo #Eagle Vision #there was too much going on in these 2 pages #to make a cutout post #amboato Talks about Magic Knight Rayearth #MKR omnibus 2 #MKR Vol 5 #Magic Knight Rayearth

[purrincess-chat]

Top 5 Ships

List your top 5 ships and tag 5 people.

I was tagged by my twin @lnc2 and I'm going to make two lists I suppose, one ML specific since this is an ML blog then one general. So for ML:

1. Love square (yall know ladrien and adrinette are my jam but I do view all sides as the same ship.)

I know everyone gets frustrated with Adrien in canon and love square has been losing face with a lot of people but tbh I always fix Adrien when I write them so I still love them a lot, and when they become canon I am going to transcend to a new plane of existence.

2. Myvan

They're just so good and pure. I adore them in canon. Ivan is so big and rough but he is also super sweet and gentle to Mylene and I die.

3. Julerose

I. Live. For. Toll. And. Smoll. Dark. And. Light. Gfs.

4. Chloluka

This one has crept up on me more recently. I liked the idea of it back before we had Luka, but I think his mellow attitude could be good for Chloe if she ever gets her shit together. I have plans for them in Lady Luck eventually that I'm super excited about.

5. Kimax

I know Kimdine is canon basically but like Kimax is so good??? Two poc, a jock and a nerd so in love and supportive and soft and I just, my crops are watered. My skin is clear. I am thriving.

And for my general non-ML otps, in no particular order:

1. Sakusyao

Aka Sakura Kinomoto and Syaoran Li from Cardcaptor Sakura. Listen, when I heard that they were continuing the story in Clear Card I had a fangasm because they are so. fucking. precious. The second movie in the anime was such life and like the tension and second hand embarrassment that I felt for those two was another level. Love square who? Weredad what? Move the fuck over and let me tell you about these two precious beans that one confessed their love to and the other didn't know how they felt but then she decided and they traded bears so that they could stay in love forever because he had to go home to China and she waited for him to come back and he came to visit and then their friends pushed them together at every moment possible but they keep getting cock blocked anyway and then they get thrust into a romantic school play together because the male lead breaks his arm and they end up fighting a clow card together and you think that Syaoran sacrifices his feelings in the end to save the day but JUST KIDDING HE DIDN'T and she literally jumps into his arms and declares that she loves him and I die. That was a long ramble but I have a lot of feelings. Don't even get me started on those two in Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle.

2. Amuto

Aka Amu Hinamori and Ikuto Tsukiyomi from Shugo Chara.

Now I know this ship is controversial because she is younger than him, but tbh their relationship is like such my jam. They sass each other, there's pining and denial of feelings, and not to mention Ikuto looks like a daddy but is actually a huge cinnamon roll and he doesn't try anything because she is younger than him and agrees to wait for her to grow up before they date. They're cute as fuck okay, and when she gets older they're gonna be even cuter as fuck.

3. Ichigo Momomiya/Masaya Aoyama

From Tokyo Mew Mew!

TMM was one of the first anime that I watched subbed as a kid. I remember waking up to watch the dub on Saturday mornings and my sister being like what is this garbage? Let me educate you, and so she let me read the manga and watch the subbed version and I shipped them so hard. Me and my friend have jokes that we need to find us a man as smooth as Aoyama-kun because hot damn that boy had game. "Oh, you have ears and a tail that pop out when you get excited/overstimulated? Here let me hug you and hide them." BITCH GOT MOVES.

4. Tohru Honda and Kyo Sohma

From Fruits Basket!

It has been a minute since I read FB but I remember my little shipper heart beating so fast when I finished the series as a kid because the ship sailed. I was a sucker for the bad boy turning soft when he finds a lady as a kid.

5. Kiri Koshiba/Shougo Narumi

From Beauty Pop!

So this was a manga I read as a kid or rather as a preteen and I really liked it. For anyone unfamiliar with it, it's a manga about hair styling and the main character comes from a family with a small hair salon and she is like super gifted at hair styling and there is a club of sorts at her school that is all dudes who run a big fancy salon where they pick a girl at school and give her a makeover and each guy does something different like nails, makeup, hair, etc and the guy who is the hair stylist (Shougo) becomes a super rival for Kiri because she is better than him and he knows it but he has a lot of pride and the downfall of his pride into begrudging admiration and affection was just so cute and satisfying to watch and they end up together in the end with little babies and their salons and it's super cute and I recommend you all read it if you can find it. I read it online forever ago, and if anyone finds a link to read it somewhere send it to me because I kind of want to reread it now that I've talked about it.

So there you go. I have so many ships and otps tbh, these were just the ones that came to mind first. I read a lot more as a kid, particularly manga which is why most of my general list is older. There are some anime/manga that I liked growing up that I have multiple ships in that I couldn't choose from, so some honorable mentions are: Hikaru/ Lantis, Fu/Ferio, Umi/Ascot from Magic Knight Rayearth. Ryo/Ichigo and Kish/Ichigo from Tokyo Mew Mew (I shipped all of them but Aoyama-kun was canon so). Nina Sakura/Hiroki Tsujiai from Ultra Maniac. Ash/Serena from Pokemon XY (yeah I shipped it, fight me). Link/Zelda. Kaname/Yuki and Yuki/Zero from Vampire Knight. Catradora and Catra/scorpia from the new She-ra. And just so many. I shipped a lot as a kid.

Anywho I tag anyone who wants to do this.

#cat speaks #tag game #ships

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[EN]LoveLive! Sunshine!! TV Animation Official Fanbook - Interview with Director Sakai Kazuo

Credits:

Original TL: Here

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Original TL： Nyamazing’s  zegao and 南條小鹿

Disclaimer: This is a Chinese to EN TL, there would be things that would be lost in translation between the languages. I REALLY TRIED MY BEST!!

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The contents are under the cut.

I highly recommend everyone to read this.

Lastly, huge thanks to @yujachachacha for her hard work with the QC for this article and astrobunny for some additional TL.

A “pure desire” is the engine for the soul. It’s akin to letting one’s passion run freely… if it weren’t for this, we wouldn’t be able to talk about the story.

Director Sakai Kazuo

​Born in Kumamoto. Both an animation director and an assistant director. In the “Love Live!” TV anime series, he took on the role for each episode's performance and scenes. In the TV anime “Love Live! Sunshine!!”, he took on the role of director. Outwardly he appears to be tough and serious, but in reality he likes interesting jokes. As an assistant director, he is often entrusted with scenes needing very expressive emotions.

(TL Note: The term "演出” that is used to describe Director Sakai is a term unique to anime production where his role is equal to that of an assistant director. His role is to take part in the storyboard and production for a particular episode while following the directions of the overall director. This TL will use “assistant director” for all related roles.)

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If you diligently depict the activities in your heart, you’ll be able to nurture scenes filled with tension even more than before.

There’s smiles, there’s tears, there’s anger, there’s admiration, there’s thoughts, and there’s dreams...

Experiencing the emotional ups and downs of the young girls,

Director Sakai Kazuo held on to the entire story until the end.

Using everything he had, from the initial soul-searching phase on Chika’s “pure desire” = “soul”,

To Aqours taking their first real step in Episode 13,

Taking on the role of the one right at the front lines of directing “Love Live! Sunshine!!”,

what kind of experience was it...? And what brand-new future does he see?

From now until the TV anime second season begins airing,

Let us return to those days.

Hoping to depict people’s feelings

The recollections of learning from a renowned script writer

Q: First of all, could you talk about your “backbone” - that is, what works have influenced your projects? You can treat it like you are introducing yourself.

Sakai Kazuo: Sure. I was influenced by shows like “Urusei Yatsura” during my childhood. I really like slapstick (plotless comedy shows), after all. When I was still a child, at my home in Kyushu the TV would always broadcast dubbed versions of family comedies. After that, there was a Sunday comedy movie called “Acchi Kocchi Decchi” that I really loved by Shin Yoshimoto Comedy. There was also Kamogawa Tsubame’s gag manga “Macaroni Houren Apartment”, and I was greatly influenced by that show. During my childhood, there were lots of unreasonable and inexplicable things going on throughout the world as well. In addition, I have a sister who is two years older**, so I did read shoujo manga series like “Crest of the Royal Family” with much interest. These experiences from my childhood had lots of influence on the projects that I have created. **(TL Note: This part might have some inaccuracies)

Q: That is to say, rather than mecha action anime, you were more interested in stories that had human ties?

Sakai Kazuo: That’s right. I would still prefer to see the up and downs of human lives. I am very interested in works that involve the interactions and emotions between people, as relationships become a tangled mess due to minor things, don’t they? After I entered the professional world, I still had to closely observe the works of famed anime director Sato Junichi, who is famous for his depictions of characters… The method of creating anime is different from works where they use actual actors. I would like to take the liberty to say that, in grasping these miniscule differences, I learned a lot.

(TL Note: Sato Junichi is a famous anime director that took part in the production of shoujo anime where girls are the main characters. Examples of his work include “Sailor Moon” and “Kaleido Star”.)

Q: Director Sakai, you started off as an director, right?

Sakai Kazuo: That’s right. I started off as a director. In the very beginning, I worked under the supervision of Sato Junichi-san in the original anime “GATE KEEPERS” that was broadcast in 2002, and also in the TV anime “Kaleido Star” which aired in 2003. I was responsible for the original art, or the art director, and at that time the most fun I had was in drawing and reading the storyboard analysis of Junichi Sato-san. And I was the first person in the world to be able to read it (laughs). At that time I garnered a lot of experience, and this was something that influenced me the most in the professional field. It was also the start of when I began to direct things myself.

Q: So, could you talk about how you landed the role of director for the TV anime “Love Live! Sunshine!!”?

Sakai Kazuo: Although I did take part in performances and storyboard work, I really didn’t think that I would become a director. At that time, I was helping out as an assistant director in the movie “Doraemon: Nobita's Space Heroes” for Director Yoshihiro Osugi. Lantis’ Producer Hirayama (Tadashi)-san called me to a cafe near the production studio and said, “Sakai-san, I need to ask you for a favor.” He didn’t talk about what kind of project or what job it was. At the start, I guess that it was a production work or storyboard about “Love Live!” or something similar, but in the end he said, “Actually, we decided to create a sequel to ‘Love Live!’”. And so I replied, “Is that so? Then let me work on some production work or something like that.” “No, this time I would like to make you the director.” — On one hand I was shocked, and on the other hand I felt that this challenge was just too huge. Honestly speaking, at that time I was preparing to turn this down. This is because when you look back, the TV anime “Love Live!” can be considered a completely finished work. To make a sequel out of something like this was not something I could do. Furthermore, I couldn’t understand why making a sequel meant changing the director as well. “Love Live!” was an exceedingly popular project. To create a sequel would definitely result in huge pressure along with the expectations of the audience. Honoka and the rest have already created a miraculous feeling that has sucked reality along with it. Can such a feeling really re-emerge in this reality once more? …... At that time, the world of μ’s had been created fully. At that particular timing, to ask me to take up a new title, a project where the story and the cast had not even been set, to direct starting from zero — I just couldn’t agree like that.

In the end, I couldn’t accept it on my own, so I sought my wife’s opinion. She told me, “It would definitely be very difficult, but participating would definitely be very interesting, right? As that project is great, right?” She also said, “The more difficult it is, the more fun it would be.” These exceptionally positive words enlightened me… I really have to thank my wife for her encouragement. If it was just up to me, this job would have been turned down - as in my heart at that time, this proposal was that difficult.

Q: If the offer to be director wasn’t what you expected, then did you wonder why were you nominated?

Sakai Kazuo: Speaking frankly, I have no idea at all why they chose me. I felt that perhaps it was because the episodes that I was in charge of were more well-received? It is my opinion that creating a project or story is a job where one “finds something out of the ordinary and boring daily life”. Using the eyes of the characters, you find something particular that you would normally not notice and make that into a story. The morals and principles within the girls’ hearts, as well as their points of view, are the bedrock of the story. As for growth, I feel that regardless of it being live-action or animation, that is where the fun lies. Or perhaps, that was one of the reasons that made them nominate me as the director?

The world hasn’t become kinder; rather, it’s Chika and the rest whose worldviews have changed, their ways of looking at Uchiura have underwent a change.

Deciding on Uchiura as the Stage

The reason for it was the scenery around the junior high school that was  the prototype for Uranohoshi Girls’ High School.

Q: Next up, please share the things that happened after joining the project. It was said that the story of “Love Live! Sunshine!!” was deliberated together with the series creator Hanada Jukki-san. Why was Numazu, Uchiura chosen as the setting of the project?

Sakai Kazuo: At the very beginning, there was the suggestion that it be set in Izu-Oshima. The original creator Kimino Sakurako thought of an idea where there was “a southern island where there are only 9 students”, and we felt it was very interesting, and said that it would be great if only we could actually go there for fun… And thus, we navigated the Tokaido Line, and went to the area around Manazuru and surveyed it for a while. Numazu, Uchiura was one of those areas. Uchiura by itself already has many movie productions going there to film scenes, like the “Tora-san Stories / Otoko wa Tsurai yo”, and so on. So I knew there were mountains and seas, and we could see Mt. Fuji, thus the scenery was spectacular. However, whether it could be a place where 9 girls could form a strong bond with each other like in “Love Live!” was a totally different matter. But the biggest reason we made the decision to produce there was the original prototype for Uranohoshi Girls High, Nagaisaki Junior High School. That school was situated in a cape where you need to climb for a small amount of time. I still remember the feeling and atmosphere there — I could feel the distance between the surrounding homes, and looking at the tranquil scenery, all of us said, “Uchiura is really suitable, right?”. For “Love Live!”, the school is the center of the world, so the school’s location is really important.

Q: A school built on the cape besides the sea… the scenery is indeed beautiful, that’s really surprising.

Sakai Kazuo: I was shocked, too. As you can see a great view of Japan’s Mt. Fuji from the windows of the school every single day, for us it literally is something that’s just too incredible (laughs). Seeing that junior high, in my mind there was a scene of a girl running up the slope with all of her might, which I then used in the initial animated PV**. People frequently say, “Aqours seems to be running all the time, huh?”; well, since the bus only occasionally makes its rounds, they have to run, right? (laughs) Near the school was a convenience store, and for everything else you have to go over the mountain. If you go a little further, Izu-Mito Sea Paradise and Awashima Island are full of charm too. So after we decided on Uchiura as the stage for this project, I too could gradually feel the energy from the 9 girls who live there.

**(TL Note: For the 1st Aqours single “Kimi no Kokoro wa Kagayaiteru kai?”)

Q: It feels like compared to μ’s, Aqours is closer to the townspeople. Is this because Uchiura was chosen as the stage for the series?

Sakai Kazuo: That’s right. As the residences in Uchiura that they grew up in are built close together, it would be natural for them to take part in activities organized in the district. Conversely speaking, it’s also easy to imagine that the residents of the district would come and see performances by Aqours. As the 9 members would mostly know each other from a long time ago, compared to μ’s, the gap between the seniors and the juniors would initially be very small. Speaking of which, the prototype for Uranohoshi Girls, Nagaisaki Junior High, has a very small population of students: it has roughly 70 students. It’s precisely because I took part in the production of this project that I could encounter such a beautiful school built on a hill overlooking the sea… With regards to the children who grew up here, their character, their passion, their atmosphere, their reality - when I was storyboarding, I hoped that I could do my utmost to make it all appear in the project. Actually, when I went to collect inspiration at the very beginning, every time we met the students they would greet me and say, “Hello”. Perhaps that was something quite natural, but that was the kind of place where Chika and the rest live.

Q: So, in the progression of this project, what were your relations with the series creator, Hanada Jukki-san?

Sakai Kazuo: Hanada-san really helped me a lot. What we first discussed internally was Chika’s “pure desire”. When the producers first met face to face, I spoke about this with Hanada-san and the rest: we had to finalize Chika’s motive in “Love Live! Sunshine!!” first, as that is the engine of the story, since otherwise the plot wouldn’t have a thorough sense of nervous tension to it. In summary, I felt that if we couldn’t decide on this point, we ourselves wouldn’t be able to run either. With regards to the previous work’s main character, Honoka, her “pure desire” was “to let this small theater be filled with seats”. If that desire was a falsehood, the story would lose its sense of reality. Regardless of who was in the cast and no matter which corner of the universe it’s in, as long as there’s a desire (soul), the existence would have flesh and blood rather than being hollow. Thus, the key is that this thing that can be said to be the soul’s “desires” - could it be found in Chika’s body? So all of us producers debated vocally about it for a long while, so you could say that the journey to find this part was the most difficult one. To not let the characters fall into the thousands of tried and tested models of anime characters, I spent a lot of effort on her. I remember that after Chika’s seiyuu was decided, I went to meet Inami (Anju)-san face to face, and slowly, bit by bit, I drew out Chika’s charm naturally. The phrase “From Zero to One” was the same, the yearning for μ’s was the same...in that way, Chika’s motive was finally finalized. The series creator, Hanada-san, used a very solid base and wrote a definite “Love Live!”-style story, and the foundation of this project was finalized.

The child that Chika and the rest met at Otonokizaka is a materialization of something that only this generation can hear, something akin to a “sound”.

On the main characters in “Love Live!”

The root of one’s individual and their motives cannot be falsified.

Q: Before Chika’s motive was confirmed, there was so much pressure on you that you couldn’t write the story, right?

Sakai Kazuo: That’s right. I feel that the nature of “Love Live!” lies in how “emotions aren’t faked”. The motive at the root of one’s origin, this must definitely be “real”. The dreams and thoughts of Chika and the rest, along with the wishes of Inami and the others, must be one. I feel that to express those things on film is really a charm point that has carried on from the time of μ’s to now in this current project. In my heart, I feel that the exploration of this topic continues, and will continue to do so, for me from now on.

Q: Next up, let’s talk about this project’s story. We talked about the secret stories behind several episodes in the story’s introduction. From here, could you please go through the story in full, and bring up some parts worth a special mention?

Sakai Kazuo: I paid special attention to the way Chika and the rest created bonds. With Chika and Riko at the forefront, among the members there would be some signals that only the two of them would understand. My hope was to be able to express these things properly. I was not standing in the viewpoint of a man; rather, I felt that for girls in their teens, there should be ways that they create “bonds” that only they know about. So when depicting the interactions between the members, I was especially meticulous. And there’s something else I paid close attention to: regardless of what Chika and the rest do, the world might not ever change. However, as long as there are changes in the things inside of them, the world will change along with those things. The world has not progressively become gentler; rather, it’s Chika and the rest whose mental states change as they group up, and it changes the way they view Uchiura. It is my opinion that this way of thinking has been firmly entrenched in the producer’s consciousness. Although μ’s is a legend right now, at the very beginning, they were just ordinary girls. There is just one huge difference between them: for μ’s, they gathered fans slowly when they started off in real life, and were able to shine after that final performance. Regardless of whether it was in the anime or in reality, they truly created a miracle. Then, what about Aqours? What will they be creating? At that time, everything was a “Zero”. Of course, that includes me as well… but, “from nothing” itself is something that belongs to them. Aqours was born from the vision of the group. From the theme of the first single, where does the light comes from? I will always keep this question in mind at all times.

Q: In this project, Aqours grew while in the process of chasing after μ’s, right?

Sakai Kazuo: That’s right. The story begins with them seeing μ’s shine after all, along with their vision of “I want to shine too”. So I pondered, rather than making them become like μ’s, what was it that they saw? … Then, I thought that “to be at the angle of μ’s, and to see what μ’s had seen” was a type of growth. The result of depicting that growth is in Episodes 12 and 13. I hope that in the story, Aqours can use it as motivation to take a new step forward. In Episode 12, there’s a line for Chika that goes something like, “We shouldn’t compare, we shouldn’t chase - whether it’s towards μ’s or towards the light.” And in Episode 13, they announced the answer they found on stage. To spend an entire 13 episodes to achieve this mental stage expresses the importance that the existence of μ’s has in the member’s hearts.This is because in the anime, μ’s is the top school idol group that everyone looks up to, and in reality, many seiyuu were also affected by μ’s.

Q: For μ’s to be loved so much, the existence of Honoka and the rest was as important as expected, right?

Sakai Kazuo: The more you create TV anime, the stronger this feeling gets. This was particularly true for the 12th episode, where they took the first step from looking up to them; producing it was especially difficult. Chika became aware of the truth, that chasing after μ’s wouldn’t make them closer to them. The girl that they met at the front of Otonokizaka was indeed in the style of “Love Live!”. It’s like your feelings themselves went through time and space, and appeared in front of everyone’s eyes. (TL Note: In “Love Live! The School Idol Movie”, there was a mysterious singer who appeared in front of Honoka and gave her advice. Was this actually real, or...) Perhaps only they can see it, so I tried using something that feels like a “sound” that I feel only the teenage generation could hear. This doesn’t really count as a reason, so it is difficult for me to explain in detail clearly (laughs). In Episode 12, we were finally able to see one of the defining motifs of “Love Live!”: the white feather. Before this, Chika had never paid attention to this feather. One such case would be in Episode 1. If this feather was something that μ’s had seen, then that scene in Episode 12 would have been the first time that Chika saw it, which is why she felt that she could grab it herself. But, searching for it, discovering it, grabbing it… is really the true beginning.

Q: There were feathers falling at the end of “Love Live! The School Idol Movie” as well. Did someone ever think, “This is echoing that scene, isn’t it?”

Sakai Kazuo: My personal interpretation of it is that if the “dreams” that μ’s grants exist in the feathers, then these feathers would be carried by the wind and drift everywhere. There would probably be many school idol groups just like Aqours throughout the country, and the feathers should evenly land among them. We might never see when it actually happens, but there would be that one instant where it would get them all eager to try, to start feeling that “I need to do something! I want to do something too!!”, and that motivation is those feathers. “To not chase after μ’s, but rather to see what μ’s saw!” Chika said that as she raised her head up, and finally discovered that feather. I feel that it isn’t limited to just one feather - for however many dreams there are, there would be that many feathers. Even in Uchiura, a place far away from Akihabara, there was one that landed. However, if I gave such an explanation, I’d limit the thoughts of the audience, and this made me feel very uneasy.

Q: In other words, you want the fans to freely interpret the story??

Sakai Kazuo: That’s right. Many of the products that I mentioned in my childhood were interpreted by the audience itself. So I feel that everyone’s discussions of “I like this part”, “I dislike this part”, “That scene is quite interesting”, “That line doesn’t mean this way?” are the most interesting when they have the freedom to imagine.

I feel that it isn’t limited to just one feather - for however many dreams there are, there would be that many feathers. Even in Uchiura, a place far away from Akihabara, there was one that landed.

Cheers for the just-departed Aqours!!

In Episode 13, the final lines were injected with precious emotions.

Q: In the full 13 episodes, we heard that the most difficult in terms of directing was Episode 13. The particular scene where Chika briefly started running from the stage left a very deep impression - was that a metaphor for the start of their journey?

Sakai Kazuo: My personal opinion is that if Chika and the rest, who were born from the light from μ’s, had to embark on a new journey from then on, they would have to first leave the stage of “Love Live!”. What I emphasized was the mental aspect of Chika, where her “thoughts” were that she was going to rush out of “this place”. Since they couldn’t walk on the path that μ’s had paved, they instead had to walk on a road that Aqours themselves created towards the future. Using a metaphorical example, running out through that large door had a similar meaning to: “Next up, we’ll be jumping to a story that’s beyond the current ‘Love Live!’”. It is hard to say where it is starting from, but at the latter half of the live, it was going further and further from reality. For the fans who were immersed deeply in the story and who sent their warmest support, there would be those who felt let down that the results of the “Love Live!” preliminaries were undisclosed. What I did in Episode 12, at the scene when the members of Aqours thought about μ’s, was have the girls consider that perhaps in the hearts of Honoka and the rest, they didn’t want to be number one, nor did they want to triumph over anyone… For Chika and the rest, their feelings of wanting to shine shouldn’t have been this, either.

Q: I see. So that is to say, this became their emotional support? Could I interpret it like that?

Sakai Kazuo: That’s right. And the performance in Episode 13 would encompass the celebrations that we would give all the Aqours seiyuu who had grown together with this project. This is especially so for the lines that Chika said at the beach, as they would definitely be the actual thoughts that Aqours carried with them at that time. The members and the seiyuu… I added this portion in the storyboard while praying for the future of the 18 members of Aqours.

Q: Yes… 18 people?

Sakai Kazuo: That’s right. Those lines were made after interviewing the nine seiyuu, gleaning their state of mind and listening attentively to their inner thoughts. The nine seiyuu who are the closest to Chika and the rest, and who had grown together with them, had their “feelings of that moment” added into it too, and became that statement. I feel that a culmination of everyone’s feelings could then be called “Love Live!”.

Q: Adding on lines that Chika originally didn’t have - was it due to you feeling that “something is lacking”?

Sakai Kazuo: I feel that this even if the product “Love Live!” has some changes, there would be huge criss-crosses between reality and the animation. We ended the the story with the tiny, tiny miracle of the number of school applicants changing from “0” to “1” at the very end on the computer screen of the director’s office. It should have ended like this. But, is it all right to make this their ending? After a long deliberation, I added that scene together with that set of lines at the very end.

Q: The seiyuu and the members in the script having a resonance, writing the story together, is also the fun that comes from inheriting the previous “Love Live!”, right?

Sakai Kazuo: Well said. I really am filled with thanks for all the seiyuu. “Love Live! Sunshine!!” drew open its curtains while the fever from the previous project hadn’t subsided. For all the individuals taking part in this project, not a single one was spared from pressure. While under this pressure, they put in their all to understand the characters, and went all out in the voice-acting process. I myself lost count of how many times I was saved by that wholehearted passion of theirs.

More so than the injection of life, there should be “something” else that exists. And that “something” should be expressed in the last lines in Episode 13...  That is also what I put in my all to express.

Next up, the second season is beginning soon, which I hope is eagerly anticipated due to its continuation of the 1st season’s story, and finally satisfy all the fans at its end.

Walking closer to the emotions of the cast,

The thanks that should be expressed to the composers who supported the universe of the project with music!

Q: Let’s change the topic here and talk about things related to the accompanying music. Director Sakai, in your eyes, the dialogue portions were very appealing, and after adding the accompanying music, it would highlight the casualness even more, right? The method of adding the music was really something that was worth applauding….

Sakai Kazuo: That was all because Kato (Katsuya)-sensei was able to understand my direction. Usually, the music recording teams wouldn’t really meet with the composing teams, but after I told everyone, “Let’s have all the members play baseball!”**, we sat together from the beginning to the end. We carefully studied the directing and the intent of the scenes, and we deliberated on the appropriate matching music… this time we created music that matched the moods of the cast. This was especially so for Hanamaru and Ruby in Episode 4. The feelings of those two were revealed through the BGM alone, so it really was a tearjerker. To be able to obtain such an extravagant work, I am deeply thankful to Kato-sensei. It is the same for the music director, which had started with the previous project Nagasaki (Yukio)-sensei. The timing where the BGM of “Love Live! Sunshine!!” was added in was simply amazing. As expected of the famous “Nagasaki Timing”, huh? During the dubbing, he would also graciously listen to my selfish comments, and was very responsible for the work he was tasked to do himself. Including the two of them, it is because of the sound production teams supporting the project’s universe with their music, that the animated project was able to be showcased in such high quality. I am deeply thankful.

**(TL Note: This is a metaphor for cooperation.) 

Q: Speaking of feelings, there are lots of close-ups in this project. Was it your intent to express feelings through the eyes?

Sakai Kazuo: That’s right. This project intentionally added a lot of close-up sequences. The saying goes, “The eyes are the windows to the soul”. I would like to properly draw and animate the sequences of the eyes… In an animated project, the “eyes” are really very important. In a single instant, an expression wouldn’t be simply expressed with the four emotions of happiness, anger, sadness, and joy, but rather how close it is to the character’s emotions. This is what I thought of during the story boarding process. Looking at it on a certain level, how the eyes are handled in animation, including the interpretation of the line of sight, is very important. What did that character see, what is she thinking, what is she worrying about? I would consider all of these things and work it out on the face. This is totally my personal preference, so I would push aside a lot of other additional messages or viewpoints. Although using only the facial close-ups to depict the imagery of the 9 characters was a huge challenge, I believe this was the interesting part of “Love Live! Sunshine!!”.

When Chika ran out those large doors, it did carry the intent of: “Next up we’ll be jumping to a story that’s beyond the current ‘Love Live!’”.

“Something new” compared to before,

Is truly the nature of “Love Live!”—

The one that let me notice this is Kyogoku Takahiko sensei

Q: Next up, let us ask about the Live portions. Using dance sequences with a different method from the previous work filled with charm.

Sakai Kazuo: The storyboarding for the dance and live portions were directed by me. Something worth taking note of in Episode 3, “First Step”, is the initial live footage. Facing the pressure along with how the art team bogged us down, we put in a lot of difficult hours into it. What was great was that the A-Team of Sunrise’s number 8 production studio was there. We frequently depended on Takahiko (Kyogoku) sensei to direct the dance portions in the TV animation.**

I have deep admiration for him. To describe it in a positive manner, his storyboard could be said to be risky. I myself started off by directing, so in the storyboard I would have a certain degree of damage control. But in normal animation projects where they would avoid using 3D imagery, in this you’ll actually use even more. I feel that this is what makes “Love Live!” really amazing. If I can hand this over to seasoned animators, I would be able to take this risk, but as I was on a site where I did not know who could take on this role, I would avoid making a very complex storyboard. I would become timid, and afraid of the results….

I had to not feel afraid, but rather force myself to once again reproduce a scene that I wished to create again. While in that same situation, I would become unable to start from a base again, and would rather switch naturally to an established model. But to the fans, this would definitely not be a surprise because “simple things would only become bland”. Having “new things” that were different from those before was the core of “Love Live!”. I had to spend quite a long time before noticing this truth. I guess I am able to say these words because I finished the production of the first animated PV… In 3D as well as direction, we used an art style that was never seen before. For me, I wouldn’t want to forget the core of this and continue on.

**(TL Note: He is the director for “Love Live!” PV portions in the singles, Seasons 1 and 2 of the anime, and the movie as well).

Q: With Murota Yūhei-sensei as the lead, including the many capable artists that had joined from the previous work, if there wasn’t an illustration team that understood “Love Live!”, this project wouldn’t be completed, right?

Sakai Kazuo: Very much so. And in the TV anime “Love Live! Sunshine!!”, we added the chief animation director Tomoyuki (Fujii)-sensei, and in Episode 9 we were able to obtain new strength with arts director Miyazaki (Hironori)-sensei and Nagatomi (Koji)-sensei, so I am very thankful for them starting a new trend. Actually, if you compare it with the earlier work, the composition of the art style is a little different, so I hope that everyone notices this part.

Q: The Live portion has even more 3DCG scenes as compared to the previous work. Were there differences in the CG quality as well?

Sakai Kazuo: You can see see this from this project’s ambitious performances. Compared to switching camera angles, I much prefer shots where I pull away…. Like the types in Episode 9’s “Mijuku DREAMER”, we used lots of techniques like those. We only used the movements of going up and down when 3D was utilized, so I think that the fans too would definitely like to see scenes unique to Aqours. We thought about the plans of the filming angles at the same time that we were trying out new things. The sublimation studio who was in charge of the CG for Episode 9 was very patient - they produced high quality products, and made the Live portions appear even more attractive. In the previous work, there were many areas where they used celluloid to replace CG, but the current work hasn’t had much areas where we did so, so I guess this portion should be the biggest difference? If I wanted to use CG to do a close-up scene on the face, the CG designers would follow my train of thought to design a “model which would be able to hold up in a close-up”, so even when on a big stage, a close-up on the face would also have it’s own aesthetics that would not lose to celluloid. It is the same for the scene where I really wanted to design as well: the changing of the costume for the third years, the facial close-up scenes of Dia were made with CG. At the very beginning, when I said that the third years would be wearing the clothes that they were wearing previously for the performance, the CG-ers were very surprised. It wasn’t possible to change clothes, and so on and so forth - there were many different kinds of reasons. Because of this, they needed to make new models, which is not suited for a TV series with a shorter production time. But if we do not think outside of the box, “Love Live!” would become bland and uninteresting. All the while until Episode 9, we seemed to be asking ourselves along the way, “What exactly is ‘Love Live!’?” as we put in our all into the production, and what was expressed through Episode 9 should be the answer that we have inside our hearts.

Q: So with regards to Episode 11’s “Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare”, what are your thoughts on it?

Sakai Kazuo: Episode 11 was created to express in full for everyone the emotions that had been building up ever since Episode 2. The artist was drawing as if possessed, and completed scene after scene of moving artwork. The dance movements were also completed by Yumi-sensei only after she had learned what her own requirements for it were. Like the movements from playing the piano, and while singing the lines “Doko ni itemo onaji ashita o shinjiteru” (No matter where we may be, we believe in the same tomorrow), the idea where Chika and the rest stretched behind them towards the direction towards Tokyo, where Riko would be, were all Yumi-sensei’s ideas! It was just spectacular to the max. No matter which episode it is, the Live portions were all done thanks to the staff who put in their all to complete it. It’s all thanks to this song (“Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare”) that I was allowed to once again understand how wonderful it is to create a product that gathers so many feelings into it.

Q: In terms of completion, the Live portion at Episode 13 was very exciting too!

Sakai Kazuo: Thank you! The Live portion of Episode 13’s “MIRAI TICKET” could be said to be a huge production, and I think the 3DCG staff who took part in that portion’s production had a very hard time. I was even worried that if we added too much aspects to it, we wouldn’t be able to make it to the broadcast. The animation and Live portions would be completed, on average, 3-4 weeks before. However, the progression of the story up until the halfway mark for this project was only completed roughly a week before (the broadcast). As the episode numbers started moving, the production date line became even tighter, sowe ended up having to engage a battle with time itself. Although this was due to me… the closer it was to the deadline, the more my nervousness would increase, until even the max. I lost sleep due to the worries about the job; rather, it was easier for me to put in my all into the work instead. Also, after going to the studio I would have a feeling of, “Now I’ll be able to continue my work”, thus I would be able to sleep peacefully (laughs). The storyboard of the dances will be recreated by the seiyuu on a real stage in a live performance. During that time at that scene, if not for Producer Hirayama and Music Producer Ookubo-sensei (Ryuuichi) making a wise decision, the performance of “MIRAI TICKET” at the Aqours 1st Live performance would never have been achieved. I am very thankful for that.

Q: Next up, we would like to talk about something that is irreplaceable during Lives: the costumes. Is there any costume that left a deep impression on you?

Sakai Kazuo: Mm… all of them were paid for in blood, so to choose just one is a little difficult. If I had to choose, it should be Episode 6’s “Yume de Yozora o Terashitai”? A dress just like the sunset, and the lanterns that gently float up into the sky, it’s akin to them depicting the feelings of Aqours. The color was chosen to have a feel to ease and integrate with the lights of the lantern. The one responsible for the costume design was Kawake Masaki-sensei. The costume design of “Aozora Jumping Heart” was also done by her. Kawake-sensei finished designing the outfit with a feminine touch.Through things such as the positions of the waist, along with the length of the skirt and so on, you can really see the personality of the original designer. Morita-sensei also has his own unique design style, and he and Nishida Asako-sensei have slight differences as well. Speaking of which, to find styles and designs that μ’s hadn’t used before while still being attractive was quite difficult. Basically, we had to take suggestions for the costumes from Nishida-sensei (laughs). So, we would often go to idol costume exhibits to research, and we drew directly from clothes in the real world for inspiration.

Express your feelings fully in its original state, even if you got the delivery wrong it’s fine, do something that you wish to do!

The Charm of Aqours

Isn’t “staying inside the lines” -

Rather, it’s going outside those lines!

Q: The interview is almost over, so please do say something to the fans of “Love Live! Sunshine!!”

Sakai Kazuo: I was very fortunate to be chosen as the director, and it was only with everyone’s support, and help from the reliable production team and the seiyuu, that I was able to smoothly complete the story of Season 1. I am really thankful for everyone. At the same time, I would like to thank the friends who finished watching all 13 episodes even more. There’s nothing happier than having you willing to watch the animation. In the second season, it will be about the story of Aqours as they take their steps forward. From now on, they will be going ahead with all of their might, please do look forward to it. “Everyone, let’s shine together” is one of the main themes as well. I ask everyone to run through this period of youth together with us.

Q: In summary!! At the time when the 2nd season of the TV anime is almost upon us, what do you, Director Sakai, think is the charm point of “Love Live! Sunshine!!”?

Sakai Kazuo: As expected, I guess it would be its “live feeling”? It’s something that you can only experience right this instant. This includes the characters in Aqours along with the seiyuu: to express one’s feelings as they are. Even if the method was wrong, it’s fine as long as you finish something that you wanted to do. This “live feeling” is everything. All of us would be able to feel that in somewhere, and you would have seen this before. It’s exactly because of this that there are places where you wish to support, and would wish to go against, and places where you’ll worry… I admire the fact that the nine of them do not follow the rules. After one grows up, every action would need to have a reason; the rules of society are as such. However Chika and the rest do not search for reasons, nor do they seek rewards - they are just doing what they wish to do!! They would not look for excuses for themselves, so the fact that they are not boxing in themselves themselves is very appealing. I feel that this is the face of reality. Since they found the light, and a wish of “I want to do something!” grew in their hearts,regardless of distance and time they would act on that wish. I myself wish to do that too, and if I succeeded in changing, that would be great. Although expressing it is a little difficult, every fan would have the charms that each of them feels “Love Live!” has, so they’ll definitely have many different answers.

#kuuxkatspeaks #this is seriously the longest TL I ever did for an article #also one that almost killed me #I had to take much breaks for this #translations #my translations #lovelivesunshine

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Fandom & Original request [10.28.17]

I have returned after a long and unforeseen hiatus, long story short some real life issues emerged [ one in particular being of the health variety, that had me back and forth at the doctor ] thus keeping me away from the roleplay world. So, I apologise to everyone who I was supposed to write with since back in June; it was honestly out of my hands. I have some spare time on my hands due to my on-going health issues and would like to find a few people to write and chat with. I just have a small forewarning, I will do my best to reply as swiftly as I can, but it might take me a little bit, so I ask that you have patience with me.  In addition if you were someone I was speaking with at an earlier date, I apologise again. If you’re interested in continuing from where we left off, I’m open to it. ❤

What I’m looking for in a partner

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Someone willing to take the time to sit down and plan out a story we’ll both enjoy.

Someone who will respect me in the same manner as I will them. It’s a two way street and I’m tired of being disrespected and harassed.

Someone who will take the time to read my rules and regulations. There have been too many instances where I’ve discovered people have either disregarded my rules or simply glossed over them. In exchange if you have any concerns please bring them to me.

Someone who understands that I won’t be able to respond every day. I’ve been dealing with an ongoing health issue since back in June and every month it’s been constant trips to the doctor. It will take me a bit, have patience with me, please. There are some days where I might only be up for talking OOC, then there are others where you might not hear me because I simply don’t feel well.

Someone who doesn’t mind talking outside of roleplay. Another perk of roleplay is finding friends and that’s what I seek. I would like to find someone who I can build a friendship with. We can fangirl over our story and our ships, talk about our day and slowly get to know one another. ❤

types of roleplay:

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basic:

Contact me with what fandom(s) you're interested in, we'll make a mutual decision on the choice, before exchanging oc information and discussing plots. The format is what we're all used to: portraying our oc's, each other's love interest(s) and side characters.

doubles:

More or less the same as above, except if there is more than one thing you'd like to do  and are up for doing more than roleplay, than we can. I will probably only accept 2-3 per person, due to time management.

split:

The format is similar to the basic formula, we both choose one fandom of our respective sides. Then, exchange oc information, love interests and plots.                      

 split 2.5:  

This is similar to the former, but different than the ones before it. Normally, a split roleplay is done where we choose two separate fandoms; but I can make an exception for a basic format if that is what you wish. Now, here is where it's different after we choose our respective fandoms, along with our oc information we will include a big or small write up of a plot for our character and their love interest(s). Now, I will give my partner full-rein in regards to what kind of plot they want. Want a storyline filled with drama and mayhem? Go for it. Want a reverse harem storyline with four characters vying for your character's heart? Fine with me. This is your opportunity to play out any kind of headcanons and storylines you wish. I only ask for nothing that violates my rules or limits, otherwise sky's the limit. I will may accept 2-3 per person. If you need help with a storyline, let me know.

rules and regulations

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length:

Normally, I will write one to two paragraphs on both sides. However, that is not my limit for I can write anywhere between one to five paragraphs per sides. Length for a single paragraph can range anywhere between 200-500+ words, whereas each individual side usually equates anywhere from 400-800+ words. I like to consider myself a paragraph|multi-paragraph writer, although I know a lot of people are converting to novella writers, I can accommodate to a novella partner just beware that it will take me longer to reply to you as opposed to someone else. This is due to how much time and effort that goes into novella responses. I am the type of person who likes to take the time to construct a quality response, rather than rush and send someone a response for the sake of replying. Which is why I ask, please give me time to write your response.

format:

I can write in either first or third person, despite preferring first because I can connect with my character more; I will do whatever my partner feels more comfortable with and if that’s second so be it. Also, don’t forget that roles between the two of us should follow accordingly; I play my OC, your love interest(s) and additional side characters. While you play your OC, my love interest(s) and additional side characters.

love interests, mary sues, and spotlight:

I’m lenient when it comes to love interests, as I allow more than one suitor for our characters because love triangles make the story more interesting. However, I would ask that if we just so happen to have the same choice(s) for a love interest that we don’t fight about it; instead try to sort things out. I’ve literally had someone threaten me, simply because I liked the same person as them (I’m not kidding). Second, I’m not an extremist when it comes to characters; meaning I won’t knit pick about every little thing. All I ask is no Mary-Sues and no hogging the spotlight; this is a storyline created between the two us. Let’s share it please.

spelling and grammar:

There are a lot of people who tend to knit pick about this; but rest assured I will not. All I ask is that you have a decent grasp on both spelling and grammar. Do this and we’ll get along fine; this is something that I can and will promise you.

manners and etiquette:

This should be common knowledge, but all I ask is that during our time writing together that you treat me with respect and courtesy; I will return the gesture as it is only right. I’d like us to get along, I would hate for a disagreement to ensure and there was bad blood between us due to something frivolous.

patience and commitment:

I am a full-time student, attending college and leave for school early in the morning and return home later in the afternoon; I am usually quite tired when I return home, but I try to reply to my partners as frequent as possible. However there are times, unfortunately when I cannot reply when I’d like due to an abundant amount of assignments, health issues which can lead to me becoming sick or an emergency at home. I try to inform my partners of these occurrences, but if you don’t hear from me in two weeks time don’t be afraid to send me a message and ask me about it. What I won’t accept, is being spammed every five seconds with the same message; again and again because I’m not replying like you’d like me to. I do my best to get to you all, roleplay is supposed to be fun and enjoyable; an escape from reality for both of us. It shouldn’t have to feel like a job. I will do the same for you because I understand everyone here has different lives and schedules to attend to; but please don’t ditch me half-way through the roleplay. If you need to take a break or something; then please tell me. I don’t bite- I’ll understand.

limits:

Tell me your limits when sending a request, as the last thing I’d want is to make you uncomfortable. My limits consist of the following; malexmale/femalexfemale/incest/pedophilia/bestiality. This is where my limits stand, these may or may not change depending on future roleplays; however if you’re unsure about something please don’t hesitate to ask me. Now onto what I will do, I am open to mature themes within the roleplays; I actually encourage them. That includes; cursing, violence, blood, smut, alcohol and lemons. However, I would like to keep the language and lemons to a certain level, meaning no dropping ‘F’ bombs every five seconds and no roleplays dedicated to sexual activities and sexual activities alone. No, there is more to a roleplay than that and I will not engage in such.

canon, crossovers and au:

I can do strictly canon roleplays or an alternate universe roleplay. Alternate Universes can range from 'what if' situations, different settings and scenarios. If you have an idea let me know, or we can brainstorm ideas together; I also have a list of AU prompts so let me know if you'd like to take a look at it. I am also crossover friendly

location:

I can write through email, instant messenger (yahoo, aol, msn), Skype, Kik or Tumblr.

ooc chit-chat:

I'd like to chat on the sidelines with my partners, as it allows the two of us to get to know each other; thus making things less awkward for the both of us. Plus, I like to make friends with my partners and would enjoy the extra person to converse with.

cravings

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Most Anime listed (inquire please)

Disney

Kingdom Hearts

Final Fantasy 15

Pokemon

Persona 3

Marvel

Once Upon a Time

★Plot Candies

★Alternate Universes

anime

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•Bleach:

Ichigo Kurosaki, Byakuya Kuchiki,  Ukitake Jūshiro, Renji Abarai, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Uryū Ishida, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques,  Ulquiorra Cifer or Sosuke Aizen (Early arcs or an AU for this only)

•CardCaptor Sakura

Yukito Tsukishiro/Yue, Syaoran Li or Eriol Hiiragizawa

•Death Note

Anime: L.Lawliet, Light Yagami, Mikami Teru, Mihael Keehl or Matsuda Touta

TV Drama: L.Lawliet, Mikami Teru or Light Yagami

•Diabolik Lovers

Reiji Sakamaki, Shū Sakamaki, Subaru Sakamaki, Ruki Mukami or Yuma Mukami

•Digimon

Season one: Yamato Ishida or Taichi Kamiya

Season two: Ken Ichijoji

•Fushigi Yuugi

Nuriko, Hotohori, Tasuki, Nakago, Suboshi or Amiboshi

•Hell Girl

Ren Ichimoku

•InuYasha

Sesshōmaru, Miroku, InuYasha, Kōga Bankotsu or Naraku

•Kamisama Kiss

Tomoe

•Magic Knight Rayearth

Lantis, Eagle Vision or Zagato

•Nana

Shinichi Okazaki, Nobuo Terashima or Ren Honjo

•Ouran Highschool Host Club:

Tamaki Suoh, Takashi Morinozuka  or Kyoya Ootori

•Peach Girl

Kazuya "Toji" Toujigamori

•Sailor Moon (Includes Crystal)

Classic: Nephrite, Kunzite, Jadeite, Mamoru Chiba

R: Rubeus, Prince Diamond or Sapphire

•Samurai Champloo

Jin

•Say I love You

Yamato Kurosawa or Kai Takemura

Studio Ghibli(Includes individual movies and crossovers between other Ghibli films and Disney)

To be discussed.

•Yu-Gi-Oh

Seto Kaiba, Joey Wheeler, Yugi Muto/Yami Yugi, Bakura Ryou/Yami Bakura or Marik Ishtar

•Yu Yu Hakusho

Hiei, Kurama, Yusuke Urameshi, (teen)!Koenma, Toya or Jin

    television and movies

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•American Horror Story (Murder House, Asylum or Coven) (Crossovers between seasons is an option)

Tate Langdon (Murder House), Kit Walker (Asylum), Kyle Spencer (Coven)

•Celebrities

Tom Hiddleston, Jamie Dornan, Sebastian Stan, Michael Fassbender, Tom Holland, Richard Madden,  Chris Pratt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Alexander Skarsgård, Chris Hemsworth, Kit Harington, Milo Ventimiglia,  Michael Raymond-James, Daniel Radcliffe

•The Covenant

Chase Collins, Caleb Danvers or Reid Garwin

•Degrassi: The Next Generation

Sean Cameron, Spinner Mason, Craig Manning, Peter Stone or Jay Hogart (season 01 through 08),

Eli Goldsworthy, Declan Coyne, Drew Torres, Jake Martin or Luke Baker (season 09 through 12)

•Disney | Animated Movies

John Smith, Naveen, Flynn Rider, Aladdin, Prince Kit (Cinderella 2015), Diaval (Maleficent), Li Shang, Phoebus, Prince Phillip, Prince Eric, Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Dimitri (Anastasia), Milo Thatch, Jim Hawkins, Kristoff or Hans, (open to others)

•Harry Potter

Harry Potter,Ronald Weasley Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Oliver Wood, Fred Weasley,George Weasley, Tom Riddle

•Marvel

Loki Laufeyson, James “Bucky” Barnes, T’Challa, Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Peter Quill, Sam Wilson, Grant Ward, or Tony Stark

•Once Upon a Time

Sheriff Graham/The Huntsman, Jefferson/ The Mad Hatter, Neal Cassidy/Baelfire, Merlin/ The Sorcerer, David Nolan/Prince Charming, Killian Jones/Captain Hook, Will Scarlet/Knave of Hearts, Victor Frankenstein/Dr. Whale, Peter Pan, Mr. Hyde,  Hades,  Aladdin or Gideon

•Original (*note: I haven’t done an original in a while, and it isn’t a big craving for me but I do have several original characters I would like to flesh out. Below, I’ll list some prompts I’m interested in doing, although you can fill free to suggest something as well. This will play out the same as a fandom roleplay, we’ll both be doubling as our OC’s. each other’s love interests and any side characters.Also, any of these prompts can be used as an AU for a fandom roleplay as well.)

Teacher x Student

Host/Hostess x Customer | Host Club setting

Supernatural x Human

Supernatural x Supernatural

God x Goddess

God/Goddess x Magical Being or Creature

God/Goddess x Human

Doctor x Patient

Doctor x Mental Patient

Patient x Patient

Single Parent x Single Non-childless person

Psychiatrist x Patient

Newlyweds or Just Engaged

Online Relationship

Sports (Includes non-traditional sports such as dance, figure skating and fencing) School | College/University

Haunted House Asylum Witches ‘Coven Kidnapping| Hostage situation | Disappearances | Escaped Criminal (s) Stalkers Nightmares Imaginary friends Dreams versus Reality Conflict between Supernaturals Mentality | Psychosis Ghosts Supernatural | Paranormal Experimentation | Laboratory Shapeshifters | Were-Animals Dark Supernatural Creatures: Vampires, Werewolves, Sirens, Shapeshifters, Witches, Succubus/Incubus, Doppelgängers,etc

Past Lives | Reincarnation

•Supernatural

(*note: I’m not caught up with the series, but would be interested in roleplaying it, I would rather doing a plot from scratch with my partner)

Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester or Castiel

•Twilight

(*note: I will only roleplay this under a few conditions: One, more mature and complex themes than the source material. Two, the vampires will actually behave like vampires meaning no sparkling. Three, you’re free to make your character a supernatural creature outside of a vampire or werewolf but make it believable. Finally, I can write for either the first three books or movies and obviously our story doesn’t have to follow any of these word for word)

Edward Cullen, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Riley Biers, Jacob Black or Seth Clearwater

•X-Men (Movie Verse)

Peter Maximoff/ Quicksilver, John Allerdyce/Pyro, Bobby Drake/Iceman or Peter Rasputin / Colossus

X-Men First Class: Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto, Alex Summers / Havok or  Charles Xavier / Professor X

X-Men Days of Future Past: Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto, Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver or Charles Xavier / Professor X

X-Men: Apocalypse: Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto, Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver, Charles Xavier / Professor X, Alex Summers / Havok

video games

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•Catherine:Orlando Haddick, Jonathan Ariga or Vincent Brooks

•Final Fantasy (Crossovers accepted)

Final Fantasy IV: Kain Highwind Crisis Core: Genesis Rhapsodos or Zack Fair Final Fantasy VIII: Squall Leonhart, Seifer Almasy or Zell Dincht  Final Fantasy X: Tidus Final Fantasy X-2: Shuyin Final Fantasy XIII: Hope Estheim  Final Fantasy XIII-2: Caius Ballad or Hope Estheim  Lightning Returns: Caius Ballad or Hope Estheim  Final Fantasy XV: Gladiolus Amicitia,  Ignis Scientia,  Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ravus Nox Fleuret, Nyx Ulric,  Ardyn Izunia or Prompto Argentum  Dissidia (012 included): Kain Highwind, Squall Leonhart, Warrior of Light, Laguna Loire, Tidus, Vaan, Cecil Harvey or Firion

•Harvest Moon

More Friends of Mineral Town: Doctor

DS Cute: Marlin or Skye

Tale of Two Towns:  Cam, Hiro, Dirk, Mikael

A New Beginning:  Soseki or Allen

Story of Seasons: Klaus, Kamil, Raeger or Nadi

Story of Seasons (Trio of Towns): Ludus, Ford, or Hinata

•Kingdom Hearts

Birth by Sleep: Terra, *Vanitas or *Ventus (only in the situation of a love triangle)

Kingdom Hearts: Riku, Leon or Sora

358/2 Days: Riku, Roxas, Saix or Axel

Chain of Memories: Marluxia, Axel, Zexion, Riku or Sora

Kingdom Hearts II: Riku, Roxas, Saix, Axel, Sora, Demyx, Leon or Xemnas

Dream Drop Distance: Riku, Sora, Neku or Beat

•Mystic Messenger

*Warning, I’m new to this series, I just started to play.

*I’d actually like some kind of AU for this.

Zen, Jumin Han, open to others.

•Persona 3

Akihiko Sanada, Shinjiro Aragaki or Theodore

•Pokemon

Red, Blue, Yellow (FireRed and LeafGreen): Red or Blue Gold, Silver, Crystal (HeartGold and SoulSilver): Morty, Silver, Lance, Falkner, Red, Blue or Ethan  Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald (Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire): Steven Stone,Wally or Brawly  Black and White (Black2 and White2): N, Cheren, Hugh or Grimsley X and Y: Professor Sycamore, Lysandre or Siebold Sun and Moon: Grimsley, Red, Blue, Gladion, Guzma or Kukui Anime: James, Ash, Gary, Butch or N  Origins: Red or Green (Blue)

final notes

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★Respect my limits and I'll respect yours.

★This list will be updated when I see fit

★ If it’s not on my list, don’t ask me about it, no offence but you’re wasting my time and yours.

★Love interests are written in order of preference. If there is only one listed then that's the only one and I won't change it.

★Listed above are the fandoms I would be interested in writing for, with them are characters who I wished played against my OC. In return, I will play a character opposite your own OC.

★Please try to have at least two choices when contacting me. I will be thrilled if you have more than that.

★Seriously, don't contact me if you're going to ditch. I'm tired of having someone contact me, I get excited and then get dropped. It's even worse when I write a starter or reply that goes unanswered. If you haven't heard from me in two to three weeks time send a follow-up message. I cannot stress this enough. Odds are I didn't receive your message, my own message has gone astray or something simply came up. Either way, I will always get replies out to my partners.

★ DO. NOT. HARASS. ME. Spamming won’t make me respond faster, threatening to ditch the roleplay because I haven’t responded won’t make me respond faster. This will just turn me off from the whole thing altogether and I WILL end contact one way or another. I don’t mind a light nudge or friendly ask, but anything else won’t be accepted. I’m tired of it.

★Be prepared to plot.

★Split roleplays are an option

★Double roleplays are an option

★Plot Candies: Fandoms, Canon, Real world meets the Fandom world(aka: Characters from a fandom transported to the real world or vice versa), Action, Adventure, Superhero fiction, Crime, Fantasy, Supernatural, Urban Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Epic/High Fantasy, Magical Girl, Alternate Universe, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Slice of Life, Thriller, Psychological, Drama, Mythology, Fiction, Tragedy, Time Travel, What-If (prompts),Married-Life, Pregnancy, Family, Crossovers, Reverse Harem,

★ Upon contacting me please make sure to do the following. First, I believe that first impressions matter and therefore would appreciate if you could please introduce yourself to me. I find when people contact me with simply “Want to RP” or “RP?” to be very off-putting and therefore leave me with no desire to return the message. Second, please include the following information: what you’re interested in writing for, any limits that you may or may not have (this one is important because I know everyone is different) and what type of roleplay you’re interested doing. Lastly, it would be nice if you could include any ideas you may have. If you don't have any that's okay, if you do don't be shy to share. Thanks. ❤

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#indie rp #indie roleplay #independent roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #para #long term #email #messenger #tumblr #smut rp #submission

[completeoveranalysis]

Re-reading through Tsubasa alongside your past live blogs is great. Your comments in Infinity with Geo and the bees are killing me. Illegal death match fighting?? That's fine! BEES? What?! No! Too far! Your take makes it so much funnier when fussing at Eagle doesn't work, so he yells at My Man Lantis to stop it and just gets "...". Do you think Geo is ok after everything? Will his heart recover from tsubasa fam drama and the Infinibee incident?

Aw thank you so much! It's absolutely heart warming to hear that you're doing that!

And oh my goodness Infinibees. Honestly Geo just sends me. His entire stance on everything is so pure and caring even though he's essentially the right hand man of a mafia boss running illegal death matches to make money out of people beating the shit out of each other for entertainment. It's wild! He's wild! The entire situation is baffling. How did he get there? How is he not used to any of this? Or was he like this every step of the way and he just refuses to budge on the morality on IMMORAL BEE TECHNIQUES.

I genuinely do think that Geo recovered from the drama of it all though. Despite the, you know, deception that Eagle Vision and his Main Mantis pulled, I did get the sense that they cared for him and his feelings. They lied to him so effectively because they do want him around, even if he would have objected to their plan, and they know his reactions so thoroughly because they pay close attention to his thoughts on subjects like this. Geo would have forgiven them following the explanations of what everything was for, especially since it was all for an actually good cause, and that means they really did care about the result all along even if they pretended not to.

#God I love all these himbos #I would love to see how they're doing now #Geo deserves hugs from both of them in apology #replies #anon #Thank you anon #It's so lovely to hear that you're going through it like this #Thank you for letting me know #Infinity #Eagle Vision #Geo Metro #Lantis #My Man Lantis #My Main Mantis

[sparrowwritings]

Plantlife and Death

So I started writing this MONTHS ago, but now that I’ve finished it it seems to fit in with my “gods and how they interact with death” self prompt. 

Ferris knew he was on his way to see Death when his “small cough” started showing blood on his hand. Thinking back, the only conclusion the hunter could reach was that Yara had picked the wrong herbs to use in the stew. Which they’d both been eating before the camp had been attacked. Only that idiot would mistake something poisonous for something edible. Then again that made Ferris the bigger one for trusting him to be competent enough to cook a meal. He sighed. It was pointless to think ill of the dead, even if it had been entirely Yara’s fault. It was also pointless to try to figure out WHICH plant he’d been poisoned with. Even if he knew exactly what he was dying of, all of his supplies had been left behind at the camp. The best he could do was hope that he could make it out of the dense forest before the poison could kill him.

If not, at least Ferris could punch his former friend in the face after Death took him to the other side.

The hunter made what felt like a good hour’s progress until he stumbled over a root. Normally he would have noticed such a thing, but it was only when he’d painfully and unsteadily gotten to his feet that he realized that his vision was growing steadily worse. The coughing wasn’t helping either. He kept walking, but soon found even the simple act of putting one foot in front of the other painful and daunting. Time to find a place to sit and die, he supposed. It didn’t take long for Ferris to decide on the most comfortable tree that he could reach. It took considerably longer for him to get settled and notice the girl watching him.

At first he thought he was seeing things. It was quite common for people to hallucinate before they died of poison, after all, and he’d known that the child was female before he’d even properly seen her. Not to mention that she had the most unusual appearance. Dark, unruly hair blended into the leaves of the tree that she was crouching in. Large, grass green eyes bored into him from a highly freckled face. Similarly freckled arms seemed to be holding herself steady. The only thing that kept him from ignoring her was the feeling that she was physically there, waiting. After a couple of moments of staring at each other in near silence, the hunter decided that he should at least try to pick some nice last words, even if the girl turned out to indeed be imaginary.

“Would you mind keeping a hunter company while he dies, little miss? It’d be a shame to meet Death alone.” She cocked her head at him from her vantage point. He tried to smile, but another fit of coughing took him. When it was finished, he looked up to find that the girl had gotten down from the tree. While he tried to figure out how she pulled that off without him hearing, she stepped towards him.

It was only when she moved closer to him that Ferris discovered four things about her. One: She was indeed a child. She appeared to be at least ten summers, but no older than twelve. Two: Her dark hair was NOT black as he had been expecting, but a dark green. Three: The child was dressed in a cloth that shifted its image to blend into her surroundings. It did not cover her bare, dirty feet. Four: As she walked, plant life grew in the earth surrounding her footsteps.

Altogether it meant he had gotten the attention of the Goddess of Greenery, Lanti.

The hunter had learned how to interact with people of all sorts of backgrounds, but he had no idea what the protocol was for talking with a Goddess. Ferris settled for keeping a polite tone, just in case. “Forgive me, Lady Lanti, I had not realized I was in your presence.” The young Goddess stood a small distance away from him and tilted her head again. A leaf fell out of her hair. He didn’t know if it had been from the tree that she had recently sat in.

Her voice was quiet, though not so much that he couldn’t understand her. “So now that you know, you don’t want my company?” There was something in the tone that Ferris thought meant she had been offended.

“Oh I absolutely wish for your company, my lady.” He backtracked. “I merely meant that I didn’t realize you were here.” An idea came to him as he spoke. Lanti was known for her mercy in the stories he could remember. Perhaps if he asked for help, she might grant it. “I understand that I haven’t been very good about praying to you, my lady--”

“Lanti.”

He blinked. “What?”

She drew herself up as tall as she was able to, even going so far as to use her toes to raise her height. Perhaps it was a way to show her seriousness, but Ferris thought the effect was ruined by her apparent age. “You may just call me Lanti. Even if you haven’t prayed to me at all in your life,” At this Ferris was grateful for a coughing fit to hide his embarrassment. “I’ll sit with you and I’ll let you call me by my name because you’re dying.” Lanti then marched until she reached Ferris’ knees and sat down, never taking her eyes off of his own. “And also because I can’t help you live.”

The silence was palpable. The hunter had known that being saved was unlikely, but losing that ember of hope hurt a lot more than he had been expecting. If the goddess was offended by his silence, she made no indication of such a thing. She stared at him for a long moment before turning her attention to the colorful flowers that grew around her. With nimble fingers, Lanti plucked the stems and started braiding them together. The thought occurred to Ferris that if he didn’t know better he’d think that she was just a normal child, playing in the forest. He let out a dark chuckle.

Lanti looked up from her already lengthy chain of flowers. “Did I say something funny?”

It took a moment to recover, for the laughter had turned into yet another round of coughing. “No, you did not. I laugh because of how absurd my final moments are.”

“They don’t seem too absurd to me.” She shrugged a freckle covered shoulder as she worked. “Mortals are so much more attached to their lives than plants are.” As if she had said something offensive she paused her work and glanced around. “Not that they don’t work hard to survive, that is!” Lanti yelled, before lowering her voice to more conspiratorial levels. “Truthfully, though, most of them know what fate has in store for them, so they work their hardest to provide their own heirs before dying in some way.” She nodded as if she were imparting a very important piece of wisdom. The fact that said wisdom wouldn’t ever get passed along didn’t seem to occur to her. 

“I see,” Was Ferris’ only answer. 

Lanti continued on as if the hunter hadn’t spoken. “Mortals are a lot more complicated than that, though. They have a lot more choice in where to go and who to talk to and such.” In her hands was now a crown made of flowers. She placed them on Ferris’ head. “You go to the same place that plants do, though, if that helps anything. I hear that mortals are always questioning about where Grandfather takes them.”

“You would be right about that,” He tried to keep his breathing even: a daunting task at this point. The shapes around him were blurring together. “The questioning. Many are afraid...because there are...no answers...about what lies beyond...Hetad’s grasp.” It was the first time in many years that Ferris had deliberately spoken the God of Death’s name. This close to the end, there wasn’t a point to trying to prevent him from showing. There was one final pressing question in his mind, however. “Why...are...you here...if not for...a mere mortal’s sake...?” 

The last thing Ferris saw was the girl’s serene smile. The last thing Ferris heard was, “To make sure your body’s in a good place to feed the tree, of course.”

#sparrow writing #original characters #I like this ending a lot #even tho i'm not always great at them #Lanti's a weird girl #it comes with the territory of having been one for at least a thousand years #Making up names on the fly for characters that are gonna die ftw #gods and death

[dyreatic]

Inami Anju V-Storage Interview September 2016

An interview with Inami Anju from the School Idol Project Love Live! Series newest project, Love Live! Sunshine!!

From Sunrise x Lantis x Dengeki G’s Magazine arrives the 2nd generation of school idols that started on April 2015, Love Live! Sunshine!!. Set in Numazu within Shizuoka Prefecture, within Uranohoshi Girls’ High School, a new school idol group Aqours (A-ku-a), whose activities and growth were depicted in the broadcast of the TV Anime series, which will reach its climax soon! And now, this school idol group’s (Aqours) lively center, Takami Chika, will have her seiyuu, Inami Anju, be interviewed. Of course, we will also hear about her enthusiasm towards 1st Live♪

Chika-chan is like a shining, positive girl who endears others to follow her.

----First, tell us your honest feelings when it was decided that you would be playing as Takami Chika.

Inami: I was very shocked over the decision that I would be playing as Chika; at first, I didn’t really understand what was happening. Of course, I was happy over the decision, but on the other hand, I had worries over whether I really would be able to do it, and I was in constant disbelief over that too.

----How long did it take for the audition results to come out?

Inami: I had gone overseas for my theater work, and it was quite hectic, so I don’t remember much, but I think it was for around one month. Then, my manager suddenly received a call. I went to the specified location while thinking about how I did, and once I reached, I heard, “You’ve been chosen to perform as Takami Chika.” Because I had been telling myself off over the audition, this made me panic hard, while thinking, “It can’t be true, what do I do now…” (laughs) But because of the happiness over being chosen along with lots of other emotions, I ended up crying.

----What was your impression of the girl Takami Chika, whom you are performing as?

Inami: My first impression was that she was cheerful and a really straightforward girl.

----After performing as Chika, where do you think Chika’s appeal lies in?

Inami: Her way of cheerfully looking to the future of course, and being the pampered youngest sibling in a family of three sisters, I can also relate to her. In truth, I myself also really love Love Live!, so I supported μ's as a fan, and when I thought about the position I was in, it was like Chika-chan relative to Honoka-chan. And speaking of her differences with Honoka-chan, when I thought about how her appeal differed from that of Honoka-chan’s, Honoka-chan is the older sister, and Chika-chan is the little sister, and that difference is especially apparent when I perform as Chika-chan, which really caught my attention. Chika-chan is really a regular girl, and she has nothing special, and I think her charm lies in the fact she is a girl that can be found anywhere. And that kind of normal girl that anyone can be with and yearn for is what appeals greatly to me.

Her words and actions also really draw others in.

----Chika is the youngest out of three sisters, but what about yourself, Inami-san?

Inami: I’m an only child, so I don’t really understand the feeling of having siblings. Saitou (Shuka)-san, who performs as Watanabe You, is actually the youngest child, so I asked her before having to perform, “How is it like to be the youngest child?” Among the members, there are more of them with siblings than being the only child, so I take in a lot when listening to their conversations, and in doing so I can apply it to my performance as Chika-chan.

----Did you also prepare yourself when discussing with the other members?

Inami: That was the case. As I expected, the performance can’t be done alone; what’s important is that we are working together with the others around us, something like playing catch. The more we got to know each other, the more we were able to flesh out the characters that we performed as, and the after-recording also was more fun. There was definitely this side of the girls, and the process of seeing each member and the cast becoming one was really enjoyable too, and thereby my performing also changed. What was revealed by the animation also resulted in changes, and I accepted it and performed accordingly. And because of that, while we were discussing with each other before the start of the after-recording, there were really a lot of things that we were looking forward to.

----Please tell us the similarities and differences between you and Chika.

Inami: Unlike Chika-chan, I have not been positive about the future (laughs). Because of that, I really admire the innocent Chika-chan who draws others towards her. The other members and people around me often say “You’re similar”, but I myself don’t think so. However, living with the intention of a positive heart is something that we’re probably a little bit alike in. I myself am quite pessimistic, which I don’t think is a good thing, as when I’m down it will also bring down the mood of my surroundings. But at the time that I was thinking of that, I met Chika-chan. What that resulted in was that I was drawn along with her and we were similar that we became positive together. And it is because she wasn’t confident in herself that she changed and lived with a positive and innocent mindset, and I think that is where we are really similar to each other.

----You did mature along with Chika while performing as her, huh.

Inami: That’s definitely the case. Her words, actions and others really drew in the existence known as Inami Anju. I really am thankful and strive towards her, something like an unreachable star (Todokanai Hoshi, reference to Todokanai Hoshi da to Shitemo). There’s still a lot more waiting in the future, and I’m really excited.

I really felt her “I must not give up on my hopes and dreams” while performing as her.

----How was the mood at the after-recording?

Inami: It was fun and peaceful. Also, the screenwriter Nagasaki (Yukio)-san interacted with us sincerely, which really helped our mood. He explained it all in both lighthearted and serious tones, so we were able to perform the dubbing in a good environment.

----What are your honest thoughts when seeing Chika and the others moving in the anime?

Inami: I really couldn’t believe it; it felt like I was seeing a dream. These girls really looked alive, and I really felt like their story was finally starting. But I still wasn’t used to my voice that outpoured from the TV, as expected (laughs). Because of that, when I watched Episode 1, a rush of emotions welled up, and it made my heart beat really fast.

----If there are any scenes or lines by Chika that left an impression on you, please tell us.

Inami: What left an impression on me was the first scene in Episode 1 before the opening. Of course, one part of it was that it had finally started, and Chika-chan’s first steps towards wanting to aim to become a school idol could be seen, especially during the moment that she saw the shine, which reminded me of the time that I was really nervous during the after-recording. It was the beginning of the airing of Love Live! Sunshine!!, but it was a new start for me, so it is a very important scene. Other than that, there’s also the scene in Episode 8 where Chika-chan revealed to the other members her true motivations for the first time, and when I was reading the script after receiving it, I thought that everyone would probably consider this to be the defining scene for Chika-chan in the entire anime. And so, I usually return to the important points after reading the scripts, but this time I took all the scripts up to Episode 7, went to the studio earlier and reread it all the way until the last minute. I also yelled while entering, and there were also scenes that made me nervous. When the bright and positive Chika-chan who drew everyone towards her had the reality of the situation revealed towards her, she told her true motivation towards (Sakurauchi) Riko-chan. However, in reality I don’t really remember this scene well. Of course, I don’t remember my nervousness or other emotions well either, like as if they had just flown off; it was as if I had fully become the character I was voicing. This Episode 8 had allowed me to mature as a voice actress as well.

----Please tell us any points of note or recommended parts of this work.

Inami: Chika-chan might be a highschool girl who could be found anywhere, but it is because of this that a lot of people have dreams or aspirations of meeting her, and that allows them to face forward. I really felt her “I must not give up on my hopes and dreams” while performing as her, which is something to note about her.

It feels like the Inami Anju who likes to sing is 50% made out of songs.

----Inami-san has liked Love Live! since beforehand as we’ve heard, so where do you think its appeal lies in?

Inami: I myself really love Love Live!, and I’ve watched it for a long time, and I have been able to participate in this work, which has given me lots of courage, hopes and dreams, which I think is its appeal.

----Have you liked singing ever since you were small, Inami-san?

Inami: I loved it. But I still can’t sing so I get stressed (laughs). It feels like the Inami Anju who likes to sing is 50% made out of songs, probably. It’s full of hard aspects, like the rhythm, scales, notes and others, and sometimes I get reluctant to practice (laughs), but even so I still liked it ever since I was small. And even with the good feelings and the tension of right now, the songs that we sang might’ve been the same as back then, but it was with a completely different nuance, showing that songs have infinite possibilities. Of course, acting is also like that. So if you take away singing and acting from me, then there will be nothing left of me (laughs).

----By the way, what songs do you listen to often? Also, if you have any artists you like, please tell us.

Inami: What made me like Love Live! was actually the smartphone app Love Live! School Idol Festival. I was really attracted to the songs, and then I liked the members as well, so basically I got into Love Live! through the songs, and μ's was a big part of me. Also, Hirano Aya-san (Actress, Seiyuu and Singer, who took part in many activities. Most famously known as Suzumiya Haruhi in Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu) was someone who I liked and admired. Even though my dream was to perform in a musical, I really felt drawn in when I performed and sang, and I had the same feeling regarding Love Live!, which is another reason why I love it.

I want to have fun in the 1st Live so that all the members will be able to smile.

----The 1st Live was also confirmed, and the practice for the dances are also hard, so have you been memorizing the choreography?

Inami: I can’t remember any of it (laughs). Apologies to the other members for not being able to memorize the choreography. I was from a vocational school, but I only had dance lessons 8 times a year. So, even though I was studying dance as if it were a special class, I wasn’t very good at it (laughs). It wasn’t that I disliked dancing, but there was a feeling of being lost.  However, I had many dreams of being in scenes in musicals with dancing and being able to reach my aspirations. They included dancing with a lot of feelings and looking beautiful, sexy, and cool… but it’s actually almost impossible (laughs). I was given a chance to try dancing and start learning the steps, but I couldn’t follow at all (laughs). Kobayashi (Aika)-san, the voice of Tsushima Yoshiko, and Saitou (Shuka)-san, the voice of Watanabe You, had dancing experience, so I relied on them both a lot. And when the anime was announced, and after I saw my own movements, I resolved to inspect our movements even more. And after I saw the way that dance experts presented themselves, I was able to dance in a cute manner. And then I learned from the other members as they were dancing, which made me more aware. The process of learning how to dance was really fun, and I also had a sense of accomplishment after that, and now I am able to give my all to face challenges.

----Please tell us about your enthusiasm towards 1st Live.

Inami: I was trying not to get the choreography wrong, but in truth I’m also bad at remembering lyrics, so it was chaotic (laughs). There are a lot of things I have to do from now on, so I have a lot of responsibilities and pressure. Without the other members I cannot stand in the center, which I realized during the first event. Aqours☆HEROES was the song that required me to go forward the most, to form a triangle as seen from the audience. When that happened, there was no one beside me, and the whole audience in front of me, and I was really scared the first time. I felt very uneasy about it during the rehearsals, but I really felt that everyone was behind dancing by my side with smiles when I looked through the mirror. My heart isn’t that strong yet, so I am unable to stand on stage without the other members. But if it were Chika-chan, she would definitely not be afraid, and she would take everyone’s hands and break into a run, and I myself was pushed from the back by Chika-chan which made me able to stand on stage, and the audience was also able to enjoy it, and I was able to give my all for that. I want to have fun in the 1st Live so that all the members will be able to smile.

The beaches of Uchiura as seen within the work are also really beautiful, and I definitely want to go there to take pictures.

----What started your aspirations towards the world of acting?

Inami: I saw Kuroki Hitomi-san’s acting in a TV drama when I was in elementary school, and that was when I first wanted to try acting as well. But becoming an actress required me to be beautiful and have good style, and I wasn’t someone who had myself together, so I couldn’t do it, and then I gave up. But then, I happened to watch anime and found out about the job of being a seiyuu, and I thought that I could do such a job that didn’t require my looks (laughs). And that was when I began to aspire to be a seiyuu.

----What kind of person is the normal Inami-san? Please tell us your self-analysis.

Inami: I’m someone who is negative, pessimistic and lacking in confidence… I really can’t think of my good parts (laughs). But there’s one thing I can say, and that’s the fact that I love acting. The central focus of the person Inami Anju is her aspiration to become an actress, so I am not the type of person to want to stray from both being an artist and an actress. I’ve always thought that I wanted to become a good person to become a good actress, and so I don’t want to regret all the effort that I’ve put in. As for what I can deliver to people, I am experiencing many things, and I want to share my world to a lot of people. If I want to bring smiles to people’s faces, I want to also be able to put on a smile to show to everyone at any time, and to become the sun to anyone, which is what I admire about Chika-chan, and I wonder if I’m a little bit similar to that. It’s because I am naturally negative that I want to act positive, and so I have a sense of duty that I must live in a positive manner. Of course a change in mindset is a very big event for humans, and would I not want to realize this big wish of mine? I want to be someone who can grab the chance at that moment. And if I cannot grab that moment, then I didn’t try hard enough and am lacking in experience, but I won’t just say “some other time”, but I want to improve myself for the sake of being able to grab that moment. In relation to acting or singing, it’s not that I don’t want to lose to anyway, but instead I want to continue doing it with love, and it’s common for things to not go my way, and for setbacks to happen. What that means is that I am really not very good at expressing myself, so maybe I’m not the best person for those activities (laughs). When Chika-chan is next to me though, I am able to express myself in many ways, but since it is coming out from Inami Anju, I always wonder if it truly is alright. But this is exactly why I am able to take in many things, and become someone able to convert my negativity into positivity. Right now, I think I’m around 80% negative and 20% positive, but I’m also slowly changing myself that I can continue to increase the portion of positivity.

----If you’ve gotten into anything or been obsessed with something recently, please tell us.

Inami: I’ve gotten into detoxification, so I’ve taken enzyme baths, as well as watched my diet well. I definitely can’t lose my good health right now, so I’m looking for medicine that suits my body, and if I find any articles which catch my eye, I will note them down and try them out immediately. I started paying close attention to my health, and I tried out bouldering and yoga to build my body up. For the sake of taking care of my body for 1st Live, I’m running everyday, so I think I’ve also gotten into bodybuilding. Just like an athlete (laughs). Also, I’ve recently gotten into photography. Recently I went overseas, and at that time I took pictures of all my journeys with the other members, including all the silly smiles and the like, and I really liked to capture all the ambiences then. I also liked to take pictures of the scenery. I wanted to keep the memories of what I saw at those moments, so that when I look back at it, I will be able to remember what I enjoyed about it. The beaches of Uchiura in Numazu as seen within Love Live! Sunshine!! are also really beautiful, and recently I’ve felt that I want to go there to take pictures.

PROFILE

Inami Anju 

Born on February 7. Under Sony Music Artists. Radio personality and performer. Selected for the role of Aqours’s leader Takami Chika in Love Live! Sunshine!!.

ANCHAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

Okay anyway this is actually really late (I’ve been holding on to this from mid-November) but I finally got motivation to finish thanks to 1st Live being just around the corner. Why is Anchan so negative (makes you just want to go there and cheer her up and tell her everything is going to be alright)... 

Hai, to iu koto de, I hope everyone enjoyed this interview! It’s pretty long, but if you’re an Anchan fan, I think it’s a very good insight into her mind, and I hope that you will continue to support Love Live! Sunshine!! with your wallet.

Released as part of Team ONIBE.

#love live #love live sunshine #inami anju #anchan #v-storage #interview #seiyuu #translation #formal #aqours #team onibe #onibe #first live hype

[find-your-rp-partner]

(She’s back… after an unforeseen hiatus).

Introduction

Good morning, afternoon or evening to those who stumble upon this, like most I would like to find a partner to write long-term. At the moment I don’t have many, and wouldn’t mind at least two to three more. I should probably say a bit about myself, I am twenty-four years old and have been writing about 08 years +. I was a member of Quizilla, where I used to search for partners back in the day. I tend to lurk on other roleplay oriented sites such as RP.Me, and Tumblr from time to time. Below, I will list my rules, current cravings, full roleplay list and some last minute notes. If you see something that catches your eye please do contact me through one of the contact mediums I’ve listed; thank you.

Note: So, as mentioned above I had to take an unforeseen hiatus due to a number of things. (School and health being the two main contributors). However, I am back after a well-needed rest and ready to write again. As of today’s date I have reached out to everyone with whom I was speaking with and sent out replies. If we were speaking a while back (forgive me for disappearing), and you haven’t heard back from me, I’d love to get back in contact with you and begin where we left off. ❤

Types of Roleplay

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Basic: Contact me with what fandom(s) you’re interested in, we’ll make a mutual decision on the choice, before exchanging oc information and discussing plots. The format is what we’re all used to: portraying our oc’s, each other’s love interest(s) and side characters.

Doubles: More or less the same as above, except if there is more than one thing you’d like to do  and are up for doing more than roleplay, than we can. I will probably only accept 2-3 per person, due to time management.

Split: The format is similar to the basic formula, we both choose one fandom of our respective sides. Then, exchange oc information, love interests and plots.             

Split 2.5: This is similar to the former, but different than the ones before it. Normally, a split roleplay is done where we choose two separate fandoms; but I can make an exception for a basic format if that is what you wish. Now, here is where it’s different after we choose our respective fandoms, along with our oc information we will include a big or small write up of a plot for our character and their love interest(s). Now, I will give my partner full-rein in regards to what kind of plot they want. Want a storyline filled with drama and mayhem? Go for it. Want a reverse harem storyline with four characters vying for your character’s heart? Fine with me. This is your opportunity to play out any kind of headcanons and storylines you wish. I only ask for nothing that violates my rules or limits, otherwise sky’s the limit. I may accept 2-3 per person. If you need help with a storyline, let me know.

Rules and Regulations

Length: Normally, I will write one to two paragraphs on both sides. However, that is not my limit for I can write anywhere between one to five paragraphs per sides. Length for a single paragraph can range anywhere between 200-500+ words, whereas each individual side usually equates anywhere from 400-800+ words. I like to consider myself a paragraph|multi-paragraph writer, although I know a lot of people are converting to novella writers, I can accommodate to a novella partner just beware that it will take me longer to reply to you as opposed to someone else. This is due to how much time and effort that goes into novella responses. I am the type of person who likes to take the time to construct a quality response, rather than rush and send someone a response for the sake of replying. Which is why I ask, please give me time to write your response.

Format: I can write in either first or third person, despite preferring first because I can connect with my character more; I will do whatever my partner feels more comfortable with and if that’s second so be it. Also, don’t forget that roles between the two of us should follow accordingly; I play my OC, your love interest(s) and additional side characters. While you play your OC, my love interest(s) and additional side characters.

Love Interests, Mary Sues and Spotlight: I’m lenient when it comes to love interests, as I allow more than one suitor for our characters because love triangles make the story more interesting. However, I would ask that if we just so happen to have the same choice(s) for a love interest that we don’t fight about it; instead try to sort things out. I’ve literally had someone threaten me, simply because I liked the same person as them (I’m not kidding). Second, I’m not an extremist when it comes to characters; meaning I won’t knit pick about every little thing. All I ask is no Mary-Sues and no hogging the spotlight; this is a storyline created between the two us. Let’s share it please.

Spelling and Grammar:There are a lot of people who tend to knit pick about this; but rest assured I will not. All I ask is that you have a decent grasp on both spelling and grammar. Do this and we’ll get along fine; this is something that I can and will promise you.

Manners and Etiquette: This should be common knowledge, but all I ask is that during our time writing together that you treat me with respect and courtesy; I will return the gesture as it is only right. I’d like us to get along, I would hate for a disagreement to ensure and there was bad blood between us due to something frivolous.

Patience and Commitment: I am a full-time student, attending college and leave for school early in the morning and return home later in the afternoon; I am usually quite tired when I return home, but I try to reply to my partners as frequent as possible. However there are times, unfortunately when I cannot reply when I’d like due to an abundant amount of assignments, health issues which can lead to me becoming sick or an emergency at home. I try to inform my partners of these occurrences, but if you don’t hear from me in two to three weeks time don’t be afraid to send me a message and ask me about it. What I won’t accept, is being spammed every five seconds with the same message; again and again because I’m not replying like you’d like me to. I do my best to get to you all, roleplay is supposed to be fun and enjoyable; an escape from reality for both of us. It shouldn’t have to feel like a job. I will do the same for you because I understand everyone here has different lives and schedules to attend to; but please don’t ditch me half-way through the roleplay. If you need to take a break or something; then please tell me. I don’t bite- I’ll understand. 

Limits:Tell me your limits when sending a request, as the last thing I’d want is to make you uncomfortable. My limits consist of the following; malexmale/femalexfemale/incest/pedophilia/bestiality. This is where my limits stand, these may or may not change depending on future roleplays; however if you’re unsure about something please don’t hesitate to ask me. Now onto what I will do, I am open to mature themes within the roleplays; I actually encourage them. That includes; cursing, violence, blood, smut, alcohol and lemons. However, I would like to keep the language and lemons to a certain level, meaning no dropping ‘F’ bombs every five seconds and no roleplays dedicated to sexual activities and sexual activities alone. No, there is more to a roleplay than that and I will not engage in such.

Canon, Crossover, AU: I can do strictly canon roleplays or an alternate universe roleplay. Alternate Universes can range from ‘what if’ situations, different settings and scenarios. If you have an idea let me know, or we can brainstorm ideas together; I also have a list of AU prompts so let me know if you’d like to take a look at it. I am also crossover friendly

Location: I can write through email, instant messenger (yahoo, aol, msn), Skype, Kik or Tumblr.

OOC Chit-Chat: I’d like to chat on the sidelines with my partners, as it allows the two of us to get to know each other; thus making things less awkward for the both of us. Plus, I like to make friends with my partners and would enjoy the extra person to converse with.

Cravings

Once Upon a Time (Enchanted Forest centric, seasons: 1,2,3, 5 or AU)

Marvel: (Avengers, The Winter Soldier, Age of Ultron, Civil War, AU)

Celebrities (AU’s may be discussed)

Disney | Animated movies (AU’s may be discussed)

Kingdom Hearts (BBS, 358/2 Days or II, canon preferred)

Final Fantasy (  XIII trilogy and XV)

Digimon (Season 2)

★All Plot Candies

Anime

Death Note

Anime: L.Lawliet, Light Yagami, Mikami Teru, Mihael Keehl or Matsuda Touta

TV Drama: L.Lawliet, Mikami Teru or Light Yagami

Diabolik Lovers

Reiji Sakamaki, Shū Sakamaki, Subaru Sakamaki or Ruki Mukami

Digimon

Season one: Yamato Ishida or Taichi Kamiya

Season two: Ken Ichijoji

Fushigi Yuugi

Nuriko, Hotohori, Tasuki, Nakago, Suboshi or Amiboshi

InuYasha

Miroku, Sesshōmaru, InuYasha, Kōga Bankotsu or Naraku

Magic Knight Rayearth

Lantis, Eagle Vision or Zagato

Sailor Moon (Includes Crystal)

Classic: Nephrite, Kunzite, Jadeite, Mamoru Chiba

R: Rubeus, Prince Diamond or Sapphire

Samurai Champloo

Jin

Yu-Gi-Oh

Seto Kaiba, Joey Wheeler, Yugi Muto/Yami Yugi, Bakura Ryou/Yami Bakura or Marik Ishtar

Yu Yu Hakusho

Hiei, Kurama, Yusuke Urameshi, (teen)!Koenma, Toya or Jin

  Television and Movies

Celebrities

Tom Hiddleston,Sebastian Stan, Jamie Dornan, Michael Fassbender, Elliot Knight, Richard Madden, Aaron Taylor Johnson, Chris Pratt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Alexander Skarsgård ,Chris Hemsworth, Kit Harington, James Franco, Milo Ventimiglia, Michael Raymond-James or Daniel Radcliffe

Disney | Animated Movies

John Smith, Naveen, Flynn Rider, Aladdin, Prince Kit (Cinderella 2015), Diaval (Maleficent), Li Shang, Phoebus, Prince Phillip, Prince Eric, Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Dimitri (Anastasia), Milo Thatch, Jim Hawkins, Kristoff or Hans, (open to others)

Harry Potter

Harry Potter,Ronald Weasley Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Oliver Wood, Fred Weasley,George Weasley, Tom Riddle

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson, James “Bucky” Barnes, T’Challa, Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Peter Quill, Sam Wilson, Grant Ward, Peter Parker or Tony Stark

Once Upon a Time

Sheriff Graham/The Huntsman, Jefferson/ The Mad Hatter, Neal Cassidy/Baelfire, Merlin/ The Sorcerer, David Nolan/Prince Charming, Killian Jones/Captain Hook, Will Scarlet/Knave of Hearts, Victor Frankenstein/Dr. Whale, Peter Pan, Mr. Hyde,  Hades,  Aladdin or Gideon

*Supernatural (I’m not caught up with the series, but would be interested in roleplaying it, I would rather doing a plot from scratch with my partner)

Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester or Castiel

*Twilight ( I will only roleplay this under a few conditions: One, more mature and complex themes than the source material. Two, the vampires will actually behave like vampires meaning no sparkling. Three, you’re free to make your character a supernatural creature outside of a vampire or werewolf but make it believable. Finally, I can write for either the first three books or movies and obviously our story doesn’t have to follow any of these word for word)

Edward Cullen, Jasper Hale, Riley Biers, Jacob Black or Seth Clearwater

X-Men (Movie Verse)

Peter Maximoff/ Quicksilver, John Allerdyce/Pyro, Bobby Drake/Iceman or Peter Rasputin / Colossus

X-Men First Class: Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto, Alex Summers / Havok or  Charles Xavier / Professor X

X-Men Days of Future Past: Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto, Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver or Charles Xavier / Professor X

X-Men: Apocalypse: Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto, Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver, Charles Xavier / Professor X, Alex Summers / Havok

Video Games

Catherine:Orlando Haddick, Jonathan Ariga or Vincent Brooks

Final Fantasy (Crossovers accepted)

Final Fantasy IV: Kain Highwind Crisis Core: Genesis Rhapsodos or Zack Fair Final Fantasy VIII: Squall Leonhart, Seifer Almasy or Zell Dincht  Final Fantasy X: Tidus Final Fantasy X-2: Shuyin Final Fantasy XIII: Hope Estheim  Final Fantasy XIII-2: Caius Ballad or Hope Estheim  Lightning Returns: Caius Ballad or Hope Estheim  Final Fantasy XV: Gladiolus Amicitia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum or Ravus Nox Fleuret Dissidia (012 included): Kain Highwind, Squall Leonhart, Warrior of Light, Laguna Loire, Tidus, Vaan, Cecil Harvey or Firion

Kingdom Hearts

Birth by Sleep: Terra, *Vanitas or *Ventus (only in the situation of a love triangle)

Kingdom Hearts: Riku, Leon or Sora

358/2 Days: Riku, Roxas, Saix or Axel

Chain of Memories: Marluxia, Axel, Zexion, Riku or Sora

Kingdom Hearts II: Riku, Roxas, Saix, Axel, Sora, Demyx, Leon or Xemnas

Dream Drop Distance: Riku, Sora, Neku or Beat

Pokemon

Red, Blue, Yellow (FireRed and LeafGreen):Red or Blue Gold, Silver, Crystal (HeartGold and SoulSilver):Morty, Silver, Lance, Falkner, Red, Blue or Ethan  Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald (Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire): Steven Stone,Wally or Brawly  Black and White (Black2 and White2): N, Cheren, Hugh or Grimsley X and Y: Professor Sycamore, Lysandre or Siebold Sun and Moon: Grimsley, Red, Blue, Gladion, Guzma or Kukui Anime: James, Ash, Gary, Butch or N  Origins: Red or Green (Blue)

Final Notes

★Respect my limits and I’ll respect yours.

★This list will be updated periodically.

★Please acquaint yourself with my rules before messaging me. Failure to comply with them or in the instance of repeat offenses will result in the termination of the roleplay.

★Love interests are written in order of preference. If there is only one listed then that’s the only one and I won’t change it.

★Listed above are the fandoms I would be interested in writing for, with them are characters who I wished played against my OC. In return, I will play a character opposite your own OC. 

★Please try to have at least two choices when contacting me. I will be thrilled if you have more than that.

★Seriously, don’t contact me if you’re going to ditch. I’m tired of having someone contact me, I get excited and then get dropped. It’s even worse when I write a starter or reply that goes unanswered. If you haven’t heard from me in two to three weeks time send a follow-up  message. I cannot stress this enough. Odds are I didn’t receive your message, my own message has gone astray or something simply came up. Either way I will always get replies out to my partners.

★Be prepared to plot.

★Split roleplays are an option

★Double roleplays are an option

★Plot Candies: Fandoms, Canon, Real world meets the Fandom world(aka: Characters from a fandom transported to the real world or vice versa),  Action, Adventure, Superhero fiction, Crime, Fantasy, Supernatural, Urban Fantasy, Dark Fantasy,  Epic/High Fantasy, Magical Girl, Alternate Universe, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Slice of Life, Thriller, Psychological, Drama, Mythology, Fiction, Tragedy, Time Travel, What-If (prompts),Married-Life, Pregnancy, Family, Crossovers, Reverse Harem,

★ Upon contacting me please make sure to do the following. First, I believe that first impressions matter and therefore would appreciate if you could please introduce yourself to me. I find when people contact me with simply “Want to RP” or “RP?” to be very off putting and therefore leave me with no desire to return the message. Second, please include the following information: what you’re interested in writing for, any limits that you may or may not have (this one is important because I know everyone is different) and what type of roleplay you’re interested doing. Lastly, it would be nice if you could include any ideas you may have. If you don’t have any that’s okay, if you do don’t be shy to share. Thanks. ❤

★You may contact through the following mediums:

Email: [email protected]

Skype: x_keyblade.princess_x

Kik: Sailor.Nyx

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[joyousboyous]

I have feelings about the Pokémon anime.

I have seen literally every single episode of the anime (all 1000+ of them) so I feel like I have some sort of authority to this opinion. (Sorry it’s long, I’m doing this on my phone and I can’t do a Read More that way)

Kanto through Johto was the OG, and were pretty good if a little stilted and hasn’t aged as well as some other old shows (especially the dub).

Hoen and Battle Frontier were pretty good too, but I’m going to be completely honest when I say that I don’t remember much happening in those episodes other than Thunder Armour, Pikachu being possessed by Groudon, Ash being possessed by the King of Poké-lantis, and the battle against Brandon where Misty gives him the Mini-Me Lure beforehand (he uses it once in Sinnoh I think, but no where else).

Sinnoh was pretty cool. Paul was a cool rival, Gary came back for that one episode and it was hype. The stakes for the final villain battle were super high. The movies ACTUALLY tied in with each other and kinda with the plot of the show. Ash was somewhat competent and brought back some of his old Pokémon during the league. And those battles in the league! Who can forget the Paul vs Ash or Tobias vs Ash. As I said before, pretty top tier season.

Now, Unova. You know when I said that I watched every episode of Pokémon? Well it wasn’t all in one go. I actually stopped for a while once I got to Unova because it was so painful to watch. The only reason I started watching again was because I had seen a few clips of Kalos Ash and was intrigued. Other people have better analysis than me, so I’ll just leave it as my most hated season.

Kalos was pretty dope, but also kinda boring and annoyed me a little. Don’t get me wrong, Ash is pretty cool and mature in this season but I find that every now and then he reverts back to his best kid ways from season 1 (see his moronic way of fighting Wulfric). And I did not enjoy the fact that they pushed Ash and Pikachu’s friendship aside just so Ash could have a “Special Move” that nobody else has with Greninja. But those are pretty much my only gripes, it’s like one of my top seasons. (Wait no I lied, Alain being pronounced A-lawn instead of A-lane annoys me, because that’s not even how you’d pronounce his name in French, which is Ah-lain [the ai like in pain and the n silent]).

Finally, we come to the newest season: Alola. I absolutely freaking love this season. It’s easily my favourite. The animation if finally fresh and interesting to look at again, the plots presented episode-to-episode are not actually re-painted episodes from old seasons, and it’s just a feel food show where I can’t stop smiling while watching. One of my favourite things: Ash actually recognizes Pokémon he’s seen before in other regions! But because of Rotomdex instead of regular Pokédex, the show can still scan as many Pokémon as it wants. All in all, great season, highly recommend.

So, Pokémon might be the one anime harder to get people to watch then One Piece due to it actually being longer and more childish, but I have fun with it anyways.

This is just my opinion on the general “season’s” of the anime, but feel free to contest with them so discussion can occur.

[peacebeuponhim786]

Sayyidah Zainab رضي الله ﺗﻌﺎﻟﯽٰعنها in court of Yazid (Lanat Ullah)....whereas when you come your intercessor will be Ibn Ziyad. Then he rose up, turned his back towards Yazid and left. It is narrated through Haris bin Ka’b from Fatima bint Ali رضي الله ﺗﻌﺎﻟﯽٰعنها that she said: When we were made to sit infront of Yazid, he had some mercy upon us, at that time a man from Shaam came and asked Yazid to grant her, he meant me and I was a beautiful woman, hearing him I started to tremble and I thought that maybe this was allowed for them, I held the clothes of my sister Zainab رضي الله ﺗﻌﺎﻟﯽٰعنها who was elder and more intelligent than me, she knew that it was not allowed. She said to the man: By Allah you have lied and said a lowly thing, this thing is not allowed between you and her. YAZID GOT ANGRY AND SAID TO ZAINAB: NO YOU HAVE LIED INSTEAD, BECAUSE BY ALLAH SHE IS JAIZ UPON ME AND IF I WANT TO DO IT WITH HER THEN I MAY DO SO (Naudhobillah) Sayyidah Zainab رضي الله ﺗﻌﺎﻟﯽٰعنها said: By Allah it is definitely not allowed for you except if you leave our Ummah and choose a deen other than Islam. Sayyidah Zainab رضي الله ﺗﻌﺎﻟﯽٰعنها explains that Yazid became red in anger and said: You challenging me is a proof of your brother and father being expelled from Islam (what an absurd and stupid logic of Yazid Lanti Kadhab), Zainab رضي الله ﺗﻌﺎﻟﯽٰعنها replied: Your father, your grandfather and you were guided through the deen of Allah, Deen of my father, deen of my brother and deen of my meternal grandfather (i.e. Prophet صلى الله عليه وآله وسلم) Wretched Yazid said: O enemy of Allah you have lied. Sayyidah Zainab رضي الله ﺗﻌﺎﻟﯽٰعنها said: What kind of Ameer ul Momineen are you that you abuse by being one? Sayyidah Zainab رضي الله ﺗﻌﺎﻟﯽٰعنها said that Yazid became speechless, the Shami man asked again for the lady, Yazid said GET LOST, MAY ALLAH GIVE YOU PAINFUL DEATH. [Yazid did not punish Zainab even after her courage in his court]#ImamHussain #AhlusSunnahWalJamaah #Karbala(KARBALA STORY CONTINUES) [ Tarikh Ibn Kathir – Al Bidayah Wal Nihayah Volume 8 Page No 195-250].

[ulyssesredux]

Cyclops

Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door. Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. The man in the moon was a jew.

She'd have won the money only for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate. And he wanted right go wrong to address the court only Corny Kelleher got round him telling him to get the handwriting examined first.

From the belfries far and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance. I mean his wife.

Dimsey, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen.

Secrets for enlarging your private parts.

Drink that, citizen. Cows in Connacht have long horns. The strangers, says the citizen. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc. —Widow woman, says Ned. The bloody nag took fright and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself.

With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. —What's that? The traitor's son. —Yes, your worship. So Joe took up the letters.

Says he.

—Is it Paddy? Gob, he's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of the road with every one. —With Dignam, says Alf. —O jakers, Jenny, says Joe.

And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he cursing the curse of Ireland.

I'm thinking.

Any civilisation they have they stole from us. Visszontlátásra! —I, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnees. Justifiable homicide, so it would.

A full thousand cubits high stood the greatest among them, wherein the high-priests liked not these festivals, for there had descended amongst them queer tales of how the sea—green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great water-lizard. It's a secret. Deaths. —Well, Joe, says I. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man.

No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. Who are you laughing at? Lovely maidens sit in close proximity to the roots of the lovely trees singing the most lovely songs while they play with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world only Bob Doran.

Good health, citizen.

Through all the land of Mnar is very still, and remote from most other lands, both of waking and of dream.

—Slan leat, says he.

I met him one day in the south city markets buying a tin of Neave's food six weeks before the wife was delivered. How are the mighty fallen! The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi.

—He's a perverted jew, says Martin to the jarvey. Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and brandy shippers, licensed fo the sale of beer, wine and brandy shippers, licensed fo the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house of commons.

Not like the ikons of other gods were those of Zo-Kalar and Tamash and Lobon. Says Joe. Says Joe. Not even the mines of precious metal remained. The wonder of the world and the pride of all mankind was Sarnath the magnificent. —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.

No security.

A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when. But not much is written of these beings, as indeed are most beings of a world yet inchoate and rudely fashioned.

Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing.

Visszontlátásra!

There he is again, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. —True for you, says the citizen. A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble. Says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease.

Your God. Ay, ay, says Joe. —Short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. And Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there. 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. And says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow. Ironical opposition cheers. The speaker: Order! Gob, he'll come home by weeping cross one of those days, I'm thinking. Jumbo, the elephant. Tell him, says he, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other dog. Says I. —I'll tell you what. —You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme. Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother. —Widow woman, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay? Stop!

—Well, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. But my point was … —We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe.

We are not speaking so much of those delightful lovesongs with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers was easily distinguishable. And Bloom with his but don't you see, because on account of the poor lad till he yells meila murder. It was a knockout clean and clever. The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane, Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grandjoker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virága Kisászony Putrápesthi, Hiram Y. Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos, Ali Baba Backsheesh Rahat Lokum Effendi, Senor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Borus Hupinkoff, Herr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent-generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein. The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that's dead to tell her.

Gob, he near sent it into the county Longford. Begob I saw there was trouble coming. Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody tin anyhow and out with him and out trying to walk straight. Boylan.

In Inisfail the fair there lies a land, the land of holy Michan.

—I thought so, says Ned. So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts reading them out: A most scandalous thing!

Right, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect.

Says he. —What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him, I promise you.

Says Martin. Says he, what will you have? Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way. —O, by God, says Ned. He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of plaited straw and rushes. Considerable amusement was caused by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

Says Martin. How many children?

—Who? —Then about! And the Saviour was a jew, says Martin.

—And moreover, says J.J.—We don't want him, says he.

—Whose admirers? Where are our missing twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost tribes? Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres.

I turned around to let him have the weight of my tongue when who should I see dodging along Stony Batter only Joe Hynes. And says John Wyse. In summer the gardens were cooled with fresh odorous breezes skilfully wafted by fans, and in Jacky Tar, the son of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself.

Love loves to love love. And the rest nowhere. And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

—Foreign wars is the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was now on the path of pr l ya or return but was still submitted to trial at the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the lower astral levels. Insulted.

Says Martin. And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Owen and of the east the lofty trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliage, the wafty sycamore, the Lebanonian cedar, the exalted planetree, the eugenic eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which that region is thoroughly well supplied. —And moreover, says J.J. And Bloom letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. Says he, looking for you. —A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid. If the man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. Moya. Says Martin. I may ask?

The man that got away James Stephens. Are you asleep? —Mendelssohn was a jew. —And the wife with typhoid fever! Says John Wyse. Do you know that he's balmy? Handed him the father and mother of a beating. Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him would give you the creeps. And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera. Shake hands, brother.

Mister Knowall. And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending parties. What are you doing round those parts?

To us! She lays eggs for us. —Charity to the neighbour, says Martin. Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth. Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his cod's eye on the dog and he talking all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects. Or also living in different places.

Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest by west.

A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when.

Ind.: Don't hesitate to shoot. Set of dancing masters! —Who made those allegations?

Ten thousand years ago there stood by its shore the mighty city of Sarnath on horses and camels and elephants, looked again upon the mist-begetting lake and saw the gray rock Akurion was quite submerged. Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability and, in addition to the prescribed numbers of the nuptial mass, played a new and striking arrangement of Woodman, spare that tree at the conclusion of which the veteran patriot champion may be said without fear of contradiction to have fairly excelled himself. Stop! —Ireland, says Bloom. Amongst the clergy present were the very rev. William Delany, S.J., L.L.D.; the rt rev. Mgr M'Manus, V.G.; the rev. P.J. Cleary, O.S.F.; the rev. Peter Fagan, O.M.; the rev. F.T. Purcell, O.P.; the very rev. Fr. Nicholas, O.S.F.C.; the very rev. James Murphy, S.J.; the rev. P.J. Cleary, O.S.F.; the rev. B.R. Slattery, O.M.I.; the very rev. M.D. Scally, P.P.; the rev. P.J. Cleary, O.S.F.; the rev. John Lavery, V.F.; the very rev. William Doherty, D.D.; the rev. P.J. Kavanagh, C.S.Sp.; the rev. M.A. Hackett, C.C.; the rev. J. Flavin, C.C.; the rev. T. Maher, S.J.; the very rev. William Doherty, D.D.; the rev. L.J. Hickey, O.P.; the very rev. James Murphy, S.J.; the rev. T. Waters, C.C.; the rev. T. Waters, C.C.; the rev. M.A. Hackett, C.C.; the rev. T. Maher, S.J.; the very rev. M.D. Scally, P.P.; the rev. L.J. Hickey, O.P.; the very rev. William Doherty, D.D.; the rev. John Lavery, V.F.; the very rev. B. Gorman, O.D.C.; the rev. B.R. Slattery, O.M.I.; the very rev. M.D. Scally, P.P.; the rev. T. Brangan, O.S.A.; the rev. J. Flavin, C.C.; the rev. F.T. Purcell, O.P.; the very rev. William Doherty, D.D.; the rev. P.J. Kavanagh, C.S.Sp.; the rev. M.A. Hackett, C.C.; the rev. J. Flavin, C.C.; the rev. J. Flanagan, C.C. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc.

Thereafter those in the towers and without the walls beheld strange lights on the water, and saw that the gray rock Akurion was quite submerged. And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending parties. However this may be, it is certain that they worshipped a sea-green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great water-lizard. Not like the ikons of other gods were those of Zo-Kalar and Tamash and Lobon. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg. Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds.

The answer to the honourable member's question is in the negative. —Give it a name, citizen, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. Gone but not forgotten. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief.

—Whose God?

I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.

Also now.

—When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time.

Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it.

You whatwhat? —We know those canters, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry. So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse. The king's friends God bless His Majesty!

The deafening claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. —Who tried the case? We let them come in. —With Dignam, says Alf. The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf.

Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it for an hour so he would, if he was my dog. —Ten thousand pounds. —Foreign wars is the cause of all our misfortunes. Thereafter those in the towers and the domes of fated Sarnath. —No, says I. These men indeed went to the lake to the gates of Sarnath burst open and emptied forth a frenzied throng that blackened the plain, so that in those gardens it was always spring.

Justifiable homicide, so it would.

They took the liberty of burying him this morning anyhow. —Wine of the country, says he, looking for you. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar.

Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. His name was Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with bugs. —Ay, Blazes, says Alf, laughing. —Nannan's going too, says Bloom.

—O, I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom.

The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze. Says Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with bugs. The eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower. But, says Bloom.

—That so? We know what put English gold in his pocket: It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. Here, citizen.

—Who?

—Then suffer me to take your hand, said he with an obsequious bow. —Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack. He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of plaited straw and rushes. It was exactly seventeen o'clock.

So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice. —They're all barbers, says he. Says he. Universal love.

Selling bazaar tickets or what do you think of that, citizen?

—Are you talking about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the subsheriff's for a lark.

Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is no record extant of a similar seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the year of the destroying of Ib. And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable sir Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus Anderson, K.G., K.P., K.T., P.C., K.C.B., M.P., J.P., M.B., D.S.O., S.O.D., M.F.H., M.R.I.A., B.L., Mus. Doc., P.L.G., F.T.C.D., F.R.U.I., F.R.C.P.I. and F.R.C.S.I. —Well, good health, Jack, says Ned. His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight.

He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam.

I.

Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him. The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him in Irish and a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him in Irish and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. Ten, did you say? Perfide Albion!

And he started laughing.

—Jesus, says he. And with the help of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode.

It is told that in the castle. The citizen made a plunge back into the shop. —There's hair, Joe, says I.

—Afraid he'll bite you? —But do you know what it is?

On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various finely tempered disembowelling appliances specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlers, Messrs John Round and Sons, Sheffield, a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon, blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious victim. —Cockburn.

—Cattle traders, says Joe, doing the honours. Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort.

The mimber? And because they did not wish to touch them. O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most obedient city, second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, sure enough, was the citizen up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to get the handwriting examined first. O'Bloom, the son of Rory: it is he.

So one day the young warriors, the slingers and the spearmen and the bowmen, marched against Ib and slew all the inhabitants thereof, pushing the queer bodies into the lake; wondering from the greatness of the labor how ever the stones were brought from afar, as they fled from the doomed city of Sarnath on horses and camels and elephants trod, which were paved with granite.

Old lardyface standing up to the business end of a gun. Ireland! Then did you, chivalrous Terence, hand forth, as to the desirability of the revivability of the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. Says Joe.

—Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she?

After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomach, flooring him flat. Taking what belongs to us by right. —After you with the push, Joe, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and he talking all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world only Bob Doran. —Not there, my child, says he. —Twenty to one, says Martin, we're ready. —The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house of commons.

—Circumcised? —Well, says Martin to the jarvey. I saw him before I met you, says Lenehan. —All these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. —Well, that's a point, says Bloom.

—An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. Love your neighbour. The citizen made a grab at the letter. —By Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will, says he.

The learned prelate who administered the last comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the two eyes. We know those canters, says he. Myler quickly became busy and got his man under, the bout ending with the bulkier man on the ropes, Myler punishing him.

—Ireland, says Bloom, the robbing bagman, that poisoned himself. —En ventre sa mère, says J.J. What'll it be, Ned?

—Drinking his own stuff? And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the middle of them letting on to be modest. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a face on him as long as a late breakfast. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him and Joe and little Alf hanging on to his taw now for the past five years. —Sinn Fein!

An you be the king's messengers, master Taptun? And who does he suspect?

Begob I saw there was trouble coming. The tear is bloody near your eye. —Tell that to a fool, says the citizen. —What's your opinion of the times? More power, citizen. —Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself. No, says Martin. The final bout of fireworks was a gruelling for both champions.

—Well, good health, Jack, says Ned. And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt. Says he.

It was a knockout clean and clever. She's singing, yes. —Do you call that a man? —There he is again, says he.

How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber? —Health, Joe, says I.

It is told that in the castle. Mr Allfours: The answer is in the land of bondage. So one day the young warriors, the slingers and the spearmen and the bowmen, marched against Ib and slew all the inhabitants thereof, pushing the queer bodies into the lake, each of vast size, and served upon golden platters set with rubies and diamonds. —And the tragedy of it is, says Joe. Hell upon earth it is. And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption?

Do you know what it is? But with their marveling was mixed hate, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun and moon and stars and planets when it was not less because they found the beings weak, and soft as jelly to the touch of stones and arrows. Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would.

Just a holiday. Love, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. —I'll tell you what. —That's the new Messiah for Ireland! But Bob Doran shouts out of her: Eh, mister!

He stood ascend to heaven. Your fly is open, mister! Excellent. A bit off the top.

Says Joe.

So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off of the poor lad till he yells meila murder.

—Hear, hear to that, says John Wyse. It was a knockout clean and clever. Says Joe. —Love, says Bloom. After Lowry's lights.

It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

And straightway the minions of the law.

How half and half.

Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow … —I know where he's gone, says Lenehan. Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects.

—Ha ha, Alf, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease.

Secrets for enlarging your private parts. —Conspuez les Anglais!

—He's a perverted jew, says he. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc. The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. So he told Terry to bring.

Do you know what a nation means? So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen. Constable MacFadden was heartily congratulated by all the F.O.T.E.I., several of whom were bleeding profusely. —I had half a crown.

—Ay, says Joe. —True for you, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted. And the tragedy of it is, says Joe. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. —God's truth, says Alf. The earl of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter called the purchaser, videlicet, five pounds avoirdupois of first choice tea at three shillings and no pence sterling: and the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the other part. I want to see the citizen. Jesus, he near sent it into the county Longford. —My wife? That's where he's gone, poor little Paddy Dignam. —Show us, Joe, says I.

But with their marveling was mixed hate, for they thought it not meet that beings of such aspect should walk about the world of men at dusk. With his name in Stubbs's. Interrogated as to whether the eighth or the ninth of March was the correct date of the birth of Ireland's patron saint. Ten thousand pounds, says Alf. A nation? I couldn't get over that bloody foxy Geraghty, the daylight robber. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms.

—A rump and dozen, says the citizen, letting on to be in a hell of a hurry. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake.

That's what he is. —Adiutorium nostrum in nomine Domini.

A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when. Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence.

The king's friends God bless His Majesty!

Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I. The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch. Says he. I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier.

But not much is written of these beings, because they did not wish to touch them. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf.

And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Owen and of the lands adjacent. Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

—Well, says Martin. A full thousand cubits high stood the greatest among them, wherein the high-priests looked out over the lake, each of bronze, and flanked by the figures of lions and elephants carven from some stone no longer known among men. What was that, Joe? But do you know what a nation means? So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him would give you the creeps. —Old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a friend in court. And so say all of us, says the citizen. —Hello, Ned. There was a time I was as good as the next fellow?

Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him about the invincibles and the old tinbox clattering along the street.

Says Ned, laughing, that's a point, says Bloom.

Breen, says Alf. An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully executed in the style of ancient Celtic bards. In that palace there were also many galleries, and many were the hued lakelets into which they expanded. Then, close to the hour of midnight, all the bronze gates of Sarnath were of glazed brick and chalcedony, each having its walled garden and crystal lakelet.

U.p: up on it to take a li … And he doubled up. —Devil a much, says I. And I belong to a race too, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom.

Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. Cursed by God.

He's an excellent man to organise. Shake hands, brother.

—And I'm sure He will, says he, take them to hell out of my sight, Alf. Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard.

J.J.—There he is sitting there. And says Bloom: What say you, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder. Are you sure you won't have anything in the way of drink.

—What?

—I thought so, says Martin.

—Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan. For full five hundred stadia did they run, being open only on the side of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good? God made Moses. Tell him, says he, sliding his hand down his fork. Says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last time. And so Joe swore high and holy by this and by that he'd do the devil and all.

—No, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. —What? O'Bloom, the son of Rory: it is he. That's a straw. The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare.

—Still running, says he. —Those are nice things, says the citizen. —But do you know what that means. Says Martin. The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution. He will, says he. Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. That's too bad, says Bloom. Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door and they holding him and he bawls out of him right in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he covered with all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse.

And begob what was it only one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher.

And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life. Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received from all parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the blessed answered his prayers. And the princes and travelers, as they fled from the doomed city of Sarnath on horses and camels and elephants, looked again upon the mist-begetting lake and saw the gray rock Akurion which rears high above it near the shore, they beheld not the wonder of the world and the pride of all mankind. —Very kind of you, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion.

But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness.

—Bi i dho husht, says he. And there sat with him the prince and heir of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. And it was wrought of one piece of ivory, though no man lives who knows whence so vast a piece could have come. Perhaps it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the highest adepts were steeped in waves of volupcy of the very ancient living things. I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury. What is your nation if I may ask?

On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old dog over. And now the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there.

Then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act the mortgagee can't recover on the policy. Give us a bloody chance. And the two shawls screeching laughing at one another.

—Slan leat, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name.

J.J. puts in a word, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. For nonperishable goods bought of Moses Herzog, of 13 Saint Kevin's parade in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that. God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.

—Raimeis, says the citizen. —Hello, Alf. —Beg your pardon, says he. —Bye bye all, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow? Only I was running after that … —You what? —Let me, said he. Within his banquet-hall reclined Nargis-Hei, the king, drunken with ancient wine from the vaults of conquered Pnoth, and surrounded by feasting nobles and hurrying slaves. And says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow. These men indeed went to the cupboard. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. And moreover, says J.J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah.

Picture of him on the wall with his Smashall Sweeney's moustaches, the signior Brini from Summerhill, the eyetallyano, papal Zouave to the Holy Father, has left the quay and gone to Moss street. —Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer.

—Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe.

O, Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him a yard long for more. —Half one, Terry, says Joe. Says Alf. God they had the start of us.

Ay, says John Wyse. Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe.

In that palace there were also many galleries, and many amphitheaters where lions and men and elephants battled at the pleasure of the kings.

Any amount of money advanced on note of hand. Lying up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on with a shoehorn. —Well, says the citizen.

Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? Stand and deliver, says he. Ay, says I. —Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran. Devil a sweet fear! And He answered with a main cry: Abba!

And the rest nowhere. —Who tried the case?

And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the wife's admirers. Your God. Not even the mines of precious metal remained. And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto, Carthusians and Camaldolesi, Cistercians and Olivetans, Oratorians and Vallombrosans, and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid. A bit off the top.

—And what do you think of that, citizen?

Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it for an hour so he would and talk steady. A dark horse. I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his gullet and, gob, flahoolagh entertainment, don't be talking. —I'll tell you what. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. U.p: up. Sure, he's out in John of God's off his head, poor man. The scenes depicted on the emunctory field, showing our ancient duns and raths and cromlechs and grianauns and seats of learning and maledictive stones, are as wonderfully beautiful and the pigments as delicate as when the Sligo illuminators gave free rein to their artistic fantasy long long ago in the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the eyes of the law led forth from their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended in consequence of information received. O'Bloom, the son of Rory: it is he.

—Me? I kill him, says he. Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his natural emotion. —Circumcised? And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick. Says Bloom. Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. Says Jack Power. The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage.

The pledgebound party on the floor of the house.

We had our trade with Spain and the French and with the Flemings before those mongrels were pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway. —A nation?

The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one. Thus of the very ancient and secret rite in detestation of Bokrug, the water-lizard.

It was held to be the sole and exclusive property of the said vendor of one pound five shillings and sixpence sterling for value received which amount shall be paid by said purchaser to said vendor in weekly instalments every seven calendar days of three shillings and no pence per pound avoirdupois, the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the other part. —Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. —Yes, says J.J.—There he is again, says the citizen, prowling up and down outside? Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, no less. Or who is he? Jumbo, the elephant. —And the tragedy of it is, says Alf.

So anyhow in came John Wyse Nolan and Lenehan with him with a face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they swore by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness.

—What was that, Joe?

Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. Bloom, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three sons of Milesius. The wife's advisers, I mean, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action?

Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks. Tell him a tale of woe about arrears of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids and, faith, he'll dissolve in tears on the bench.

The last farewell was affecting in the extreme.

Just a moment. —Love, says Bloom. —I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. But do you know what I'm telling you. —Could a swim duck?

Your fly is open, mister!

Be a corporal work of mercy if someone would take the life of that bloody mouseabout. And with the help of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the blessed answered his prayers.

Before departing he requested that it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the highest adepts were steeped in waves of volupcy of the very ancient living things. —The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff.

That's the whole secret. He's the only man in Dublin has it. —Dominus vobiscum. The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy Dignam? —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. —He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam. Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. They were driven out of house and home in the black 47. Gob, they ought to drown him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the development of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun.

Dimsey, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen.

Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.

Says Joe. Love, says Bloom.

—Na bacleis, says the citizen. I saw him before I met you, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with bugs. —I'll tell you what. Deaths. —Only one, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay? Hast aught to give us? That likes me well. The bloody nag took fright and the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother.

There is in the affirmative.

I. —Ay, says Joe. And begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a poodle. —Did you see that bloody chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush? —The blessing of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John of God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. —Well, Joe, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish. Martin Cunningham there.

So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they swore by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness. —Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe. —I had half a crown.

And it was the high-priests looked out over the lake and the mists that rise above it; that they had bulging eyes, pouting, flabby lips, and curious ears; things which danced horribly, bearing in their paws golden platters set with rubies and diamonds.

The earl of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter called the purchaser, videlicet, five pounds avoirdupois of first choice tea at three shillings and no pence sterling: and the sons of Dominic, the friars preachers, and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word. —God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart.

And he took the last swig out of the collector general's, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the king's expense. —En ventre sa mère, says J.J., if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo Free State they must be bad. Says J.J., if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo Free State they must be bad. The bloody nag took fright and the old guard and the men of Mnar.

Says Terry.

Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show. And says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow.

Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was he drew up all the guts of the fish.

Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door. —Show us over the drink, says I. —I will, says he, looking for you. The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same tawny hue projected, were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the fieldlark might easily have lodged her nest. —A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen. And the two shawls killed with the laughing. They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says Joe. Says John Wyse: 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. Gob, he's not as green as the lake itself, and the citizen scowling after him and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. —Some people, says Bloom. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Vincent: and the said nonperishable goods shall not be pawned or pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser debtor to the said vendor, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the other part. The bible! Such is life in an outhouse. —Only one, says Martin.

Says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. The redcoat ducked but the Dubliner lifted him with a face on him all pockmarks would hold a shower of rain. Hole. A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi.

The man in the moon was gibbous.

Whisky and water on the brain. Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

—He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe. Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been rendered into English by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not at liberty to disclose though we believe that our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught. Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O. The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race.

Not at all, says Martin. He changed it by deedpoll, the father did.

Says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. Cried he of the pleasant countenance.

And will again, says Joe.

—Consider that done, says Joe. Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. —The blessing of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft.

Old Whatwhat. —Yes, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.

—Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. —Who? See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. The hero folded her willowy form in a loving embrace murmuring fondly Sheila, my own. And here she is, says Joe.

So Sarnath waxed mighty and learned and beautiful, and sent forth conquering armies to subdue the neighboring cities; and in time there sate upon a throne in Sarnath the feast of the destroying of Ib. —And Bass's mare? There were many palaces, the last of it Jerusalem ah! Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on.

Over the streams and lakelets rode white swans, whilst the music of rare birds chimed in with the melody of the waters.

Entertainment for man and beast. Says Alf.

—What? Says I. Tell him a tale of woe about arrears of rent and a sick wife and a squad of kids and, faith, he'll dissolve in tears on the bench and for the benefit of the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand. And begob he got as far as the door and Martin telling the jarvey to drive ahead and the citizen scowling after him and the old dog over. We subjoin a specimen which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis. And with the help of the holy mother of God we will again, says the citizen.

Do you know that some mornings he has to get his hat on with a shoehorn. Small whisky and bottle of Allsop. Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc. Misconduct of society belle.

And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, calling: Elijah! Read the revelations that's going on in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob. The delegation, present in full force, consisted of Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor.

—Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer.

Says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. And our potteries and textiles, the finest purest character. There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf, trying to pass it off. And Bloom, of course, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause.

And he let a volley of oaths after him. —Only one, says Lenehan.

The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf.

The earl of Dublin, Wood quay ward, gentleman, hereinafter called the vendor, and sold and delivered to Michael E. Geraghty, esquire, of 29 Arbour hill in the city of Ilarnek arose a caravan route, and the friars of Augustine, Brigittines, Premonstratensians, Servi, Trinitarians, and the memory of those beings and of their elder gods was derided by dancers and lutanists crowned with roses from the gardens of Zokkar. The departing guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them.

What's on you, Garry? So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of it.

Says Joe. —That can be explained by science, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted. And begob he got as far as the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing, picking his pockets, the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls screeching laughing at one another.

Are you talking about the Irish language?

—There you are, says Alf. And he was telling us the master at arms comes along with a long cane and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor lad till he yells meila murder.

See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. And they were surmounted. Or any other woman marries a half and half.

—For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen.

You saw his ghost then, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival.

Get a queer old tailend of corned beef off of that one, what? And the Saviour was a jew. Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone. Scandalous!

What are you doing round those parts?

Not there, my child, says he.

And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of S. Wolstan: and Ignatius his children: and the bark clave the waves.

They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf. Says the citizen, that's what's the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from ancient ages.

—Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? I was reading a report of lord Castletown's … —Save them, says the citizen.

Before the marble walls on the appointed night were pitched the pavilions of princes and the tents of travelers.

Phenomenon! As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse. —A rump and dozen, says the citizen, the subsidised organ.

—Qui fecit coelum et terram. And says Bob Doran, with the only hereditary chamber on the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of a dozen gamehogs and cottonball barons. He had a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. —You what? Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare.

Wright and Flint, Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham road, Stockwell, Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude's, Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest, dean of Worcester. To hell with them! That's where he's gone, poor little Willy that's dead to tell her that. —Will you try another, citizen?

Aren't they trying to make an order! But those that came to the land of song a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers was easily distinguishable. Shall come to drudge for a living and be paid. Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned pennies.

Says Joe. Says I, I'll be in for the last time. Listen to this, will you?

—That's your glorious British navy, says Ned. But what did we ever get for it?

The last farewell was affecting in the extreme. I cannot usefully add anything to that.

We know those canters, says he. Arrah, sit down on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over his eye starts singing If the man in the moon was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

Antitreating is about the size of it.

And Joe asked him would he have another. —By God, then, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye.

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.

Says Martin. Collector of bad and doubtful debts.

Did I kill him, says he, what will you have? Says Joe. So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if Martin is there. J.J.—We don't want him, says he. Gob, he's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of the road with every one.

Says Joe.

—God save you, says the citizen. 'Tis a merry rogue. Save them, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him about the invincibles and the old dog at his feet looking up to know who to bite and when.

They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes. Right, says Ned.

Give us your blessing. —Ah, well, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint. —That's how it's worked, says the citizen.

—There you are, citizen, says Joe. That's the great empire they boast about of drudges and whipped serfs. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat. —What say you, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder, quotha! —He's a bloody dark horse himself, says little Alf.

Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort. Dunne, says he, or what? —Same again, Terry, says John Wyse, and a hands up.

There is in the negative.

The Sluagh na h-Eireann, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun. Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. In summer the gardens were cooled with fresh odorous breezes skilfully wafted by fans, and in winter they were heated with concealed fires, so that chariots might pass each other as men drove them along the top. —Paddy Dignam dead!

One.

—I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye.

To us! What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts talking with Joe, telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford. —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, letting on to be modest.

—Ho, varlet! And the princes and travelers, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, calling: Elijah!

There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom coming out with his sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the guaranteed remedy for timber tongue. —Na bacleis, says the citizen. Arsing around from one pub to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. The French! Says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.

—Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, laughing. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. We know him, says he. It's not signed Shanganagh. In ordered terraces rose the green banks, adorned here and there with bowers of vines and sweet blossoms, and seats and benches of marble and porphyry. Here, says he, snivelling, the finest purest character. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers. —I saw him up at that meeting in the City Arms. —Did I kill him, says Alf.

It was held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. The Irish Independent, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the sole and exclusive property of the said vendor to be disposed of at his good will and pleasure until the said amount shall have been duly paid by the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the other part. —Do you call that a man?

He had no father, says Martin to the jarvey. The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it. All the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the other learned professions.

So off they started about Irish sports and shoneen games the like of that and throw him in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure of their job. Stop! He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.p: up on it to take a li … And he started laughing. And before he died, Taran-Ish lying dead, as from some fear unspeakable. —That can be explained by science, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.

We're all in a cart.

—Only one, says Martin, rapping for his glass. And, begob, I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again.

Stand up to it then with force like men. Fontenoy, eh? The courthouse is a blind. Any amount of money advanced on note of hand. Royal Donor.

And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. —Are you talking about the new Jerusalem? Royal and privileged Hungarian robbery. We want no more strangers in our house. —Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack. Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks. —Robbed, says he, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he. —Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? And says John Wyse. Says Alf.

Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up. —Persecution, says he to John Wyse. Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, no less, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the little lady.

To us! Hundred to five!

I ask the right honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition? O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most precious blood of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds. Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Ga. —What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen. We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe. To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Aren't they trying to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious Albion?

The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are no kin to the men of Mnar. I heard that from the head warder that was in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. —What is your nation if I may ask?

Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, and his own kidney too.

Says Joe. Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O. A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble.

This very moment. And moreover, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. And my wife has the typhoid. —Hold on, citizen, says Joe. —God's truth, says Alf, trying to pass it off. —… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

—Give you good den, my masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder.

When she lays her egg she is so glad. The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. —Half one, Terry, says Joe, handing round the boose.

Over the streams and lakelets rode white swans, whilst the music of rare birds chimed in with the melody of the waters.

—Talking about violent exercise, says Alf.

Who's dead? Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's ow!

So J.J. ordered the drinks.

The noblest, the truest, says he, a chara, says he.

I to myself says I. He stood ascend to heaven. —Yes, says Bloom. —Ten thousand pounds, says Alf. No security. The answer to the honourable member's question is in the land of Mnar, another city stood beside the lake; wondering from the greatness of the labor how ever the stones were brought from afar, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, calling: Elijah!

—That covers my case, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease.

—Yes, says J.J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah.

—Yes, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it for an hour so he would, if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. —Ay, says Alf. —God's truth, says Alf.

Says Alf.

Lady Sylvester Elmshade, Mrs Barbara Lovebirch, Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence.

And another one: Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Ga. You're sure? However this may be, it is certain that they worshipped a sea-green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard, and here rested the altar of chrysolite with coarse shaky strokes the sign of Doom.

Blazes? When she lays her egg she is so glad. You were and a bloody sight better.

Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had blown a considerable number of sepoys from the cannonmouth without flinching, could not now restrain his natural emotion. And will again, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid. Or any other woman marries a half and half?

—Now, don't you think, Bergan?

His name was Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself. What I mean is … —Sinn Fein!

—Did I kill him, says he. And Bloom with his but don't you see? —Put it there, citizen, says Joe. Visszontlátásra! And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Show us over the drink, says I. —The strangers, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid.

—That what's I mean, didn't serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the whole world! Stop!

But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro.

And the tragedy of it is, says I to myself says I. Justifiable homicide, so it would.

Ten, did you say? —Now, don't you see, because on account of the … And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other give him a leg over the stile. And he shouting to the bloody dog woke up and let a growl.

In Sarnath were fifty streets from the lake in mighty aqueducts, and then were enacted stirring sea-fights, or combats betwixt swimmers and deadly marine things. And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Conn and of the lands adjacent. —Charity to the neighbour, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue.

The courthouse is a blind. Friends here. What's that? —Yes, sir, I'll make no order for payment. —That's mine, says Joe, tonight. It is also written that they descended one night from the moon in a mist; they and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself. The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him a yard long for more.

O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most precious blood of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds. I've a pain laughing. Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf. —Yes, sir, says Terry. —The noblest, the truest, says he. The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead.

—Half and half I mean, didn't serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the whole world!

The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson. And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life. Eh, mister!

—Well, that's a good one if old Shylock is landed. —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Says Bloom. —Who? —Not taking anything between drinks, says I. And the rest nowhere. Now, don't you see, because on account of it being cruel for the wife having to go round after the old stuttering fool. However this may be, it is certain that they worshipped a sea-green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great water-lizard. Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his cod's eye on the dog and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him a yard long for more. What? And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa. Says Bob Doran. Hundred to five. And who was sitting up there in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new testament, and the old towser growling, letting on to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. L. Bloom, who met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses, having espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the land of Mnar a vast still lake and gray stone city Ib. I. The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us.

Says Alf.

—But do you know what that is. Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

Ten, did you say? God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs. Says Joe. The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare.

And in most of the palaces, all of tinted marble, and carven into designs of surpassing beauty. On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various finely tempered disembowelling appliances specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlers, Messrs John Round and Sons, Sheffield, a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon, blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious blood of the most timehonoured names in Albion's history placed on the finger of his blushing fiancée an expensive engagement ring with emeralds set in the form of heron feathers of paletinted coral. Little Green street like a shot off a shovel. —Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, you can cod him up to the business end of a gun.

So one day the young warriors, the slingers and the spearmen and the bowmen, marched against Ib and slew all the inhabitants thereof, pushing the queer bodies into the lake with long spears, because they lived in very ancient times, and man is young, and knows but little of the very purest nature. —And Bass's mare?

Says Joe, reading one of the letters. We're all in a cart. O'Nolan, clad in shining armour, low bending made obeisance to the puissant and high and mighty chief of all Erin and did him to wit of that which had befallen, how that the grave elders of the most precious blood of the most obedient city, second of the party. The noblest, the truest, says he.

Did you see that bloody lunatic Breen round there? Who's hindering you?

Says Ned.

Over the streams and lakelets rode white swans, whilst the music of rare birds chimed in with the melody of the waters.

—Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. Says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. —Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she?

And the princes and travelers fled away in fright.

U.p: up. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly.

He's an excellent man to organise. —Have you time for a brief libation, Martin? Over the streams and lakelets rode white swans, whilst the music of rare birds chimed in with the melody of the waters. The traitor's son.

Says Joe, reading one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. Ten thousand years ago there stood by its shore the mighty city of Sarnath on horses and camels and elephants, looked again upon the mist-begetting lake and saw the gray rock Akurion, which was wont to rear high above it near the shore, they beheld not the wonder of the world and the pride of all mankind was Sarnath the magnificent. The referee twice cautioned Pucking Percy for holding but the pet was tricky and his footwork a treat to watch. In my opinion an action might lie.

Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England? Selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery.

Gob, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. Love, says Bloom. —I will, for trading without a licence, says he, sliding his hand down his fork.

This very moment.

It is told that in the castle. But half buried in the rushes was spied a curious green idol; an exceedingly ancient idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great squaw Victoria, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus.

Read the revelations that's going on in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob.

Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power trying to get the handwriting examined first. —That's the new Messiah for Ireland!

Justifiable homicide, so it would.

Klook Klook Klook. Fontenoy, eh? —It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. —O, I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom, for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

—For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. —Ay, says Ned. It's only initialled: P. I'm living in the same place for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him. —Compos your eye! Plundered. Taking what belongs to us by right. But anon they were overcome with grief and clasped their hands for the last time.

Each year there was celebrated in Sarnath the feast of the thousandth year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. I mean, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere.

—Bye bye all, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was not clear.

—Lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob.

Cuckoos. —What's that?

That's your glorious British navy, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. Gob, he near burnt his fingers with the butt of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope. But half buried in the rushes was spied a curious green idol; an exceedingly ancient idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great water-lizard; before which they danced horribly when the moon was a jew. How are you blowing? And fear grew vaguely yet swiftly, so that only priests and old women remembered what Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite which bore the Doom-scrawl of Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite which bore the Doom-scrawl of Taran-Ish had scrawled upon the altar of chrysolite.

The learned prelate who administered the last comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the two eyes. —Thank you, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of the lake and curse the bones of the dead, says the citizen. Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. And it was wrought of one piece of ivory, though no man lives who knows whence so vast a piece could have come. The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet's nose, and Myler came on looking groggy.

Good Christ, only five … What? —Or also living in different places. —What's that?

—Myler dusted the floor with him, says he to John Wyse. What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? —Mendelssohn was a jew, jew, jew, jew and a slut shouts out of him. Says I. Says he, all the trees of the conifer family are going fast. Of polished desert-quarried marble were its walls, in height three hundred cubits and towers yet higher, now stretched only the marshy shore, and where once had dwelt fifty million of men now crawled the detestable water-lizard. —A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions.

Saucy knave! Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. No music and no art and no literature worthy of the name.

Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief.

—Stand and deliver, says he. Secrets for enlarging your private parts.

Gob, he near sent it into the county Longford.

—He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. That's the whole secret.

Such is life in an outhouse. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?

Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe, of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Fergus and of the British dominions beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they thought it not meet that beings of such aspect should walk about the world of men at dusk. What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye.

Says Martin.

I just went round the back of the yard to pumpship and begob hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to Lenehan. Begob I saw there was trouble coming. Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses.

—Are you a strict t.t.? —There's the man, says J.J.

Not a word, doing the honours. Cried he who had knocked. An article of headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the viands were the great fishes from the lake, and the memory of those beings and of their elder gods was derided by dancers and lutanists crowned with roses from the gardens of Zokkar.

The last farewell was affecting in the extreme.

—Hold on, citizen, says Joe, of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Dermot and of the noble bark, they linked their shining forms as doth the cunning wheelwright when he fashions about the heart of his wheel the equidistant rays whereof each one is sister to another and he binds them all with an outer ring and giveth speed to the feet of men whenas they ride to a hosting or contend for the smile of ladies fair. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him. Small whisky and bottle of Allsop. After him, Garry! —Ho, varlet!

Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse.

—I'll tell you what about it, Martin Cunningham.

—Good Christ! —Yes, says J.J., but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson. Defrauding widows and orphans. Devil a much, says I. And thereafter in that fruitful land the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly.

Old Whatwhat.

Isn't he a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope. —The finest man, says he.

—Talking about violent exercise, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint. No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. —Was it you did it, Alf? And Bloom, of course, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face.

—Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum. She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the bronze gates of Sarnath burst open and emptied forth a frenzied throng that blackened the plain, so that all the visiting princes and travelers, as they must have been, since there is naught like them in the tholsel, and there, sure enough, was the citizen up in the hotel the wife used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was stopping there at two in the morning the people found the idol gone and the high-priest Taran-Ish there were many small shrines and temples where one might rest or pray to small gods. Cruelty to animals so it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive. And he shouting to the bloody dog woke up and let a growl. —Bi i dho husht, says he. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat.

—That's how it's worked, says the citizen.

O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence. He's no more dead than you are. So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice.

And off with him. Our greatest living phonetic expert wild horses shall not drag it from us!

All wind and piss like a tanyard cat. And says Joe, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same place for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him, I promise you. —The memory of the dead that lay beneath it.

—Half and half I mean, didn't serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time and nominally under the act. —Who tried the case? Did you see that straw? —Hello, Alf. —Well, Joe, says I. —Ireland, says Bloom. —A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last gospel.

I.

Our own fault. Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest. —Paddy? See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. —Ay, ay, says Joe. I think it will be a success too.

—Myler dusted the floor with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's … What? Are you a strict t.t.? Such is life in an outhouse. —Remanded, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. And there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen by mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for that purpose, and thither come all herds and fatlings and firstfruits of that land for O'Connell Fitzsimon takes toll of them, a chieftain descended from chieftains. What? And the tragedy of it is, says Joe, haven't we had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead? Says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with bugs. —Whose admirers? You, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. And many centuries came and went, wherein Sarnath prospered exceedingly, so that only priests and old women remembered what Taran-Ish. —Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe? Stop! —What is it? —Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, trying to pass it off. Stand and deliver, says he. Says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. —I won't mention any names, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?

And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. U.p: up on it to take a hold of a fellow the like of that and throw him in the bloody establishment. —That's all right, citizen, says Joe. —All these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of the lake and curse the bones of the dead that lay beneath it. Do you mean he … —Half and half I mean, says the citizen.

—Show us over the drink, says I.

—Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran. He's a perverted jew, says Martin. A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex who were present in large numbers while, as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges, the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute as were also those of the electrical power station at the Pigeonhouse and the Poolbeg Light. And indistinctly in a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour. —I, says Joe. The exhibition, which is the result of years of training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog: give you the bloody pip.

Says Alf.

—Pass, friends, says he.

Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him. —Three pints, Terry, says Joe.

—He had no father, says Martin.

The noblest, the truest, says he, a chara, says he, at twenty to one. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen scowling after him and the old testament, and hugging and smugging. L. Bloom, who met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses, having espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses happily too familiar to need recalling here A nation once again and all to that.

—What's up with you, says the citizen. Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was very sorry about the funeral and to tell her that he said and everyone who knew him said that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. —That's the new Messiah for Ireland! I mean his wife.

—Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. But those that came to the land of Mnar, and as a sign of leadership in Mnar.

But begob I was just passing the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have since Jacquard de Lyon and our woven silk and our Foxford tweeds and ivory raised point from the Carmelite convent in New Ross, nothing like it in the eyes of the law led forth from their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended in consequence of information received.

—There he is sitting there. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen, letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera.

—Love, says Bloom. Says Joe.

Boosed at five o'clock. Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks. —Did I kill him, says the citizen.

What was your best throw, citizen? Give us a bloody chance. You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. I was in Europe with Kevin Egan of Paris. And the tragedy of it is, says I.

—Hold on, citizen, says Joe.

The proceedings then terminated. Give it a name, citizen, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease. —It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. The deafening claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. Give us a bloody chance. Gob, he near throttled him. Here, Terry, says Joe.

What was that, Joe? Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no-one would know him in the bloody sea. I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom. Says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. —Nannan? Such is life in an outhouse.

Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth. Choking with bloody foolery. Says Joe. And there's more where that came from, says he.

Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble. With Dignam, says Alf. —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe, throwing down the letters. You love a certain person. Not taking anything between drinks, says I, was in the force. Little Green street like a shot off a shovel.

And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto, Carthusians and Camaldolesi, Cistercians and Olivetans, Oratorians and Vallombrosans, and the old guard and the men of Sarnath came to the land of song a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the writer who conceals his identity under the graceful pseudonym of the Little Sweet Branch has familiarised the bookloving world but rather as a contributor D.O.C. points out in an interesting communication published by an evening contemporary of the harsher and more personal note which is found in the earth.

What will you have?

Such is life in an outhouse.

Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard. If the man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. —Sweat of my brow, says Joe, tonight. I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Wonderful likewise were the gardens made by Zokkar the olden king. And Bloom explaining he meant on account of the … And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the prudent soul.

Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence. —I'll tell you what.

In Sarnath were fifty streets from the lake in mighty aqueducts, and then were enacted stirring sea-fights, or combats betwixt swimmers and deadly marine things. —As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores.

And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. —Give us a squint at her, says the citizen. —I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm telling you.

'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

Says Alf. —What's your opinion of the times? Mr Boylan. —… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a grab at the letter. —Hope so, says Joe.

Says Joe. Look at, Bloom. There master Courtenay, sitting in his own chamber, gave his rede and master Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased, versus Livingstone, an infant, of unsound mind, and another. And he starts reading out one. —Where?

Sometimes the amphitheaters were flooded with water conveyed from the lake in mighty aqueducts, and then were enacted stirring sea-fights, or combats betwixt swimmers and deadly marine things. Which is which?

The men came to handigrips. It implies that he is not compos mentis.

A nation? Or any other woman marries a half and half? Elijah!

Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. Ten thousand pounds, says Alf. Blazes doing the tootle on the flute.

The strangers, says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last time. Leave the court immediately, sir.

And it was wrought of one piece of ivory, though no man lives who knows whence so vast a piece could have come. I. Says he, at twenty to one.

Mr Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown.

Ay, ay, says Joe.

O jakers, Jenny, says Joe.

—How half and half? —Devil a much, says I. —Tell that to a fool, says the citizen.

Secrets for enlarging your private parts. Your God was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

—Right, says John Wyse. And will again, says Joe. —Were you round at the courthouse, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle. —Still running, says he. A poor house and a bare larder. O'Bloom, the son of a gun. Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone.

He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning.

—An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. —Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, give us a pony. Says the citizen.

You're sure? Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I. —Ay, says I. Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. Says Crofton or Crawford. And abetting. But most prized of all the blessed answered his prayers. Because, you see. You pour all manner of drink down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint.

We had our trade with Spain and the French and with the Flemings before those mongrels were pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway.

Cried the second of the party, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! But where is he?

And they beheld Him even Him, ben Bloom Elijah, amid clouds of angels ascend to the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun to the going down thereof, the pale, the dark, the ruddy and the ethiop. U.p: up. Which is which? Says the citizen. Choking with bloody foolery. I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech. —Not a word, doing the honours. Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief. For full five hundred stadia did they run, being open only on the side of his poll he'd remember the gold cup, he would so, but begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of all our misfortunes. Says I. Says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.p: up. Says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own.

Who's talking about …?

The wife's advisers, I mean, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom.

—O, I'm sure that will be all right, Hynes, says Bloom. This very instant.

It's a secret. I mean his wife.

—Well, says John Wyse. —That's the new Messiah for Ireland! Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing. Nurse loves the new chemist. And with that he took the last swig out of the collector general's, an orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the king's expense. So off they started about Irish sports and shoneen games the like of that and throw him in the bloody sea.

And Bloom explaining he meant on account of the … And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other. —I beg your parsnips, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff. —And I belong to a race too, says Joe. —What's yours? Cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty trencherman by his aspect. Do you mean he … —Half and half I mean, says Bloom. —Nor good red herring, says Joe. What? Wait till I show you. —A nation? That likes me well. —Still, says Bloom. God.

I saw him before I met you, says the citizen. Says Bloom. And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto, Carthusians and Camaldolesi, Cistercians and Olivetans, Oratorians and Vallombrosans, and the precious metals from the earth were exchanged for other metals and rare cloths and jewels and books and tools for artificers and all things of luxury that are known to the people who dwell along the winding river Ai. And look at this blasted rag, says he.

Gob, he'd adorn a sweepingbrush, so he would, if he got that lottery ticket on the side toward the lake where a green stone sea-wall kept back the waves that rose oddly once a year at the festival of the destroying of Ib, at which time wine, song, dancing, and merriment of every kind abounded.

—The wife's advisers, I mean, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

—Ay, Blazes, says Alf.

—What? Having requested a quart of buttermilk this was brought and evidently afforded relief.

Thus of the very ancient and secret rite in detestation of Bokrug, the water-lizard; before which they danced horribly when the moon was a jew. An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully executed in the style of ancient Celtic ornament, a work which reflects every credit on the makers, Messrs Jacob agus Jacob. Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door.

I mean, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. The blessing of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. —What's that?

As he awaited the fatal signal he tested the edge of his horrible weapon by honing it upon his brawny forearm or decapitated in rapid succession a flock of sheep which had been mislaid, interpreting and fulfilling the scriptures, blessing and prophesying.

You did it, Alf? On which the sun never rises, says Joe, God between us and harm. Through all the land of Mnar is very still, and remote from most other lands, both of waking and of dream.

And the two shawls killed with the laughing. His rightwiseness.

—Twenty to one, says Martin. Handed him the father and mother of a beating.

But what about the fighting navy, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech.

—Bloody wars, says I to myself says I.

—Put it there, citizen, says Joe. Says Bloom.

Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three Rock Mountain, Sugarloaf, Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex who were present in large numbers while, as it happens. As true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living.

It was a historic and a hefty battle when Myler and Percy were scheduled to don the gloves for the purse of fifty sovereigns. And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe.

Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability and, in addition to the day's entertainment and a word of praise is due to the Little Sisters of the Poor for their excellent idea of affording the poor fatherless and motherless children a genuinely instructive treat. Wine, peltries, Connemara marble, silver from Tipperary, second to none, our farfamed horses even today, the Irish hobbies, with king Philip of Spain offering to pay customs duties for the right to fish in our waters. With onyx were they paved, save those whereon the horses and camels and elephants trod, which were paved with granite. Good health, citizen. And Willy Murray with him, the two of them there near whatdoyoucallhim's … What? Then he was telling us there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on with a shoehorn. Sure, he's out in John of God's off his head, poor man. —Well, it's a queer story, the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk. —That's so, says Ned. —When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? He's over all his troubles.

We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe. —You saw his ghost then, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

I dare him, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. And for ourselves give us of your best for ifaith we need it.

So of course Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there.

I'd train him by kindness, so I will, says he, I dare him, says he, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. —Hello, Joe.

Perhaps it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good. —We'll put force against force, says the citizen.

—Yes, says Alf.

—Those are nice things, says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last time.

Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts. Not even the mines of precious metal remained.

So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him: Give us a squint at her, says I, I'll be in for the last gospel. —Who? The learned prelate who administered the last comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the two eyes. Do you see that straw?

Says he, looking for you.

Beggar my neighbour is his motto.

Says Bloom. This the young warriors, the slingers and the spearmen and the bowmen, marched against Ib and slew all the inhabitants thereof, pushing the queer bodies into the lake; the gray stone city of Ib, for why those sculptures lingered so late in the world, even until the coming men, none can tell; unless it was because the land of Mnar, and suited to the palate of every feaster.

—Could you make a hole in another pint?

Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters.

O God, I've a pain laughing. You were talking to?

—As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse. You see any green in the white of my eye? And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house. —Put it there, citizen, says Joe. As true as I'm telling you.

Each year there was celebrated in Sarnath the feast of the destroying of Ib. Blazes?

—Nannan's going too, says Bloom. All for number one. On a handsome mahogany table near him were neatly arranged the quartering knife, the various finely tempered disembowelling appliances specially supplied by the worldfamous firm of cutlers, Messrs John Round and Sons, Sheffield, a terra cotta saucepan for the reception of the duodenum, colon, blind intestine and appendix etc when successfully extracted and two commodious milkjugs destined to receive the most precious victim. Collector of bad and doubtful debts.

Then he starts scraping a few bits of old biscuit out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry to bring some water for the dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. —Look at him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian.

The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. Give us that biscuitbox here.

And Bloom, of course, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and talking about bunions. Ow! Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. —Three cheers for Israel!

… And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag.

—Ay, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnees. Old Whatwhat.

Many were the pillars of the palaces the floors were mosaics of beryl and lapis lazuli and sardonyx and carbuncle and other choice materials, so disposed that the beholder might fancy himself walking over beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption? Is that Alf Bergan? And says Bob Doran. Show us, Joe, says I. —But it's no use, says he.

How's that, eh? —Well, his uncle was a jew like me. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus. The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop the helmsman spread the bellying sail upon the wind and stood off forward with all sail set, the spinnaker to larboard.

—Ah, well, says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket: It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

Blazes? —Still, says Bloom. That idol, enshrined in the high temple at Ilarnek, was subsequently worshipped beneath the gibbous moon throughout the land of Mnar, dark shepherd folk with their fleecy flocks, who built Thraa, Ilarnek, and Kadatheron on the winding river Ai and beyond. A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. The departing guest was the recipient of a hearty ovation, many of those who had fled from Sarnath, and caravans sought that accursed city and its precious metals no more. —Barney mavourneen's be it, says Alf. The baby policeman, Constable MacFadden, summoned by special courier from Booterstown, quickly restored order and with lightning promptitude proposed the seventeenth of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending parties. He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan Lamh Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster silent as the deathless gods. The fashionable international world attended EN MASSE this afternoon at the wedding of the chevalier Jean Wyse de Neaulan, grand high chief ranger of the Irish National Foresters, with Miss Fir Conifer of Pine Valley.

Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so he ought. Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest by west. Says Joe, from bitter experience. But what about the fighting navy, suffered under rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid. Shall have been duly paid by the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one part and the said nonperishable goods shall not be pawned or pledged or sold or otherwise alienated by the said purchaser but shall be and remain and be held to be the workingman's friend. And look at this blasted rag, says he, honourable person. And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

—Heart as big as a lion, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay? It's a secret. They took the liberty of burying him this morning anyhow. —I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says I, your very good health and song.

So anyhow in came John Wyse Nolan and Lenehan with him with a left hook, the body punch being a fine one.

—Give us the paw! —Did I kill him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. Here, citizen. No security. —Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us, says Jack.

Says J.J. One of the bottlenosed fraternity it was went by the name of Moses Herzog, of 13 Saint Kevin's parade in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. Such is life in an outhouse. —Come in, come on, he won't eat you, says Martin. Is it Paddy? —What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? —And here she is, says Joe, tonight. Insulted.

Never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park.

Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would.

Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man.

—Who won, Mr Lenehan? These men indeed went to the cupboard.

The work of salvage, removal of débris, human remains etc has been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was never a truer, a finer than poor little Willy that's dead to tell her that.

In ordered terraces rose the green banks, adorned here and there with bowers of vines and sweet blossoms, and seats and benches of marble and porphyry.

The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it. In that palace there were also many galleries, and many amphitheaters where lions and men and elephants battled at the pleasure of the kings. Yes, says Alf. That's the whole secret. Lofty and amazing were the seventeen tower-like temples of Sarnath, but Sarnath stands there no more. That's quite true. —The French!

And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is ever heard a trampling, cackling, roaring, lowing, bleating, bellowing, rumbling, grunting, champing, chewing, of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from pasturelands of Lusk and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable, and from which were hung fulgent images of the sun, fair as the moon and to shroud in a sinister haze the towers and the domes of fated Sarnath. I just went round the back of the yard to pumpship and begob hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my load gob says I to Lenehan. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time.

—Who is Junius? —We know him, says he. Martin? God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs. In summer the gardens were cooled with fresh odorous breezes skilfully wafted by fans, and in winter they were heated with concealed fires, so that all the visiting princes and travelers fled away in fright. —But what about the fighting navy, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay? Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if Martin is there. —No, says the citizen. Show us the entrance out. —He is, says Alf. —That's all right, citizen, says Joe. Are you codding? —Three cheers for Israel!

—Honest injun, says Alf, you can cod him up to the throne of grace fervent prayers of supplication.

The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution.

—Give it a name, citizen, says Ned.

Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard. Then about! —Ireland, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted. Christ!

For so close to life were they that one might swear the graceful bearded gods themselves sate on the ivory thrones. Wonderful likewise were the gardens made by Zokkar the olden king. —O hell!

Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. Perhaps it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour. Read them.

But what did we ever get for it? Says Joe.

Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him. But begob I was just lowering the heel of the pint. Says Alf. We're all in a cart. Are you talking about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the court a moment to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on. And there came a voice out of heaven, a comely youth and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law and with him the prince and heir of the noble line of Lambert. Tell that to a fool, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. And up unending steps of zircon was the tower-chamber, wherefrom the high-priest Gnai-Kah who first saw the shadows that descended from the gibbous moon throughout the land of Mnar, another city stood beside the lake; the gray stone city of Ib, which was wont to rear high above it near the shore, was almost submerged. The viceregal houseparty which included many wellknown ladies was chaperoned by Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. —Well, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. —Health, Joe, says I.

—And there's more where that came from, says he, honourable person.

—Yes, says J.J. And Bloom letting on to be modest.

It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H.J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct, who had been responsible for the carrying out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable sir Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus Anderson, K.G., K.P., K.T., P.C., K.C.B., M.P., J.P., M.B., D.S.O., S.O.D., M.F.H., M.R.I.A., B.L., Mus. Doc., P.L.G., F.T.C.D., F.R.U.I., F.R.C.P.I. and F.R.C.S.I.

—Who is Junius?

In summer the gardens were cooled with fresh odorous breezes skilfully wafted by fans, and in the morning the people found the idol gone and the high-priests looked out over the city and the plains and the lake by day; and at the cryptic moon and significant stars and planets, and their reflections in the lake, and in the morning without a stitch on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. —Well, says J.J.—There he is sitting there. However this may be, it is certain that they worshipped a sea-green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard. —I will, for trading without a licence, says he.

And says John Wyse. A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex, stepped forward and, presenting his visiting card, bankbook and genealogical tree, solicited the hand of the Royal Donor. Gara. After him, Garry! Have you time for a brief libation, Martin?

—Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. —My wife? So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they swore by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness. Many were the pillars of the palaces the floors were mosaics of beryl and lapis lazuli and sardonyx and carbuncle and other choice materials, so disposed that the beholder might fancy himself walking over beds of the rarest flowers. —What's that?

And they were surmounted by a mighty dome of glass, through which shone the sun and moon and stars and planets, and their reflections in the lake, at night.

Says Joe. But half buried in the rushes was spied a curious green idol; an exceedingly ancient idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard? I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him.

Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. —Qui fecit coelum et terram.

Taking what belongs to us by right.

—What is your nation if I may ask? The water rate, Mr Boylan. Read them.

A nation is the same people living in the same place. Drive ahead. —And I belong to a race too, says Bloom. Frailty, thy name is Sceptre.

J.J., but the truth, so help you Jimmy Johnson. But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro.

—That can be explained by science, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition. Handed him the father and mother of a beating.

Says the citizen, letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car. Now what were those two at? Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door and they holding him and he bawls out of him would give you the bloody pip.

—Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious Albion? —What's that? Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion. And camels and elephants men from Thraa, Ilarnek, and Kadetheron, and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. —Ay, says I. And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the question of my honourable friend, the member for Shillelagh, may I ask the right honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition? I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups.

Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. Larches, firs, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment.

Many were the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? And Willy Murray with him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf.

A fellow writes that calls himself Disgusted One. And mournful and with a vengeance, no cravens, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders. Jesus, he did. —Raimeis, says the citizen. —Good Christ! —And I'm sure He will, says Joe. An article of headgear since ascertained to belong to the much respected clerk of the crown and peace Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, no less. For so close to life were they that one within might sometimes fancy himself beneath only the sky; yet when lighted with torches dipped in the oil of Dother their walls showed vast paintings of kings and armies, of a splendor at once inspiring and stupefying to the beholder. And says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint? —Nannan?

Pistachios!

Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him, I promise you. This poor hardworking man! Cute as a shithouse rat. And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle. We're all in a cart. And lo, there entered one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher.

Is it Paddy? Small whisky and bottle of Allsop. The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley. Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant. And he shouting to the bloody dog: After him, Garry!

Cruelty to animals so it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive. Says Alf. —And the tragedy of it is, says Alf. And he wanted right go wrong to address the court only Corny Kelleher got round him telling him to get the handwriting examined first.

Hell upon earth it is.

Black Forest.

Or any other woman marries a half and half.

—Who made those allegations?

And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody.

And up unending steps of zircon was the tower-chamber, wherefrom the high-priests in Sarnath but never was the sea—green stone idol chiseled in the likeness of Bokrug, the water-lizard. Lord Howard de Walden's. Tell him, says he, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling.

Says Ned.

You're a rogue and vagabond only he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness.

For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat. And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. Drive ahead.

True as you're there.

A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex who were present in large numbers while, as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges, the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute as were also those of the palaces; where gathered throngs in worship of Zo-Kalar and Tamash and Lobon. So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another.

He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning.

Devil a sweet fear!

Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i hanged … —Show us over the drink, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause.

What do the yellowjohns of Anglia owe us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths? And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody. Talking about hanging, I'll show you something you never saw.

So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant.

Who's talking about …?

—They're all barbers, says he. Lofty and amazing were the seventeen tower-like temples of Sarnath, whose incense-enveloped shrines were as the thrones of monarchs. I will, for trading without a licence, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name.

For trading without a licence, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle. The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead. We can't wait.

The blessing of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Berchmans and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. —Honest injun, says Alf. Mr Lenehan? She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment.

—Gold cup, says he.

Time they were stopping up in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to get him to sit down on the buttend of a gun. Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted. Cried he of the prudent soul. —Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I, was in the force.

And to the solemn court of Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. —Bi i dho husht, says he.

Doom. —Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an Entente cordiale now at Tay Pay's dinnerparty with perfidious Albion? —Libel action, says he. Says Joe.

Frailty, thy name is Sceptre. —Ay, ay, and his own kidney too.

How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber? —He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe. Defrauding widows and orphans. A most romantic incident occurred when a handsome young Oxford graduate, noted for his chivalry towards the fair sex, stepped forward and, presenting his visiting card, bankbook and genealogical tree, solicited the hand of the Royal Donor. —With Dignam, says Alf, laughing. Says I. —Where? —Who?

Blazes doing the tootle on the flute. Old Whatwhat. O jakers, Jenny, says Joe.

Then, close to the hour of five o'clock to administer the law of the brehons at the commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the benefit of the wife and that a trust is created but on the other hand. Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. —Short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. Give us that biscuitbox here.

So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world only Bob Doran. Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard.

—Only one, says Lenehan.

Leave the court immediately, sir.

—The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf, trying to muck out of it: Or also living in different places. —Swindling the peasants, says the citizen. —It's on the march, says the citizen.

—Who's dead?

And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other give him a leg over the stile.

—Hold on, citizen, says Joe, handing round the boose. I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm telling you. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner.

Do you know what I'm telling you. Says he, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. —Well, that's a point, says Bloom, isn't discipline the same everywhere. Says the citizen.

Your God.

See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. An animated altercation in which all took part ensued among the F.O.T.E.I. as to whether the eighth or the ninth of March was the correct date of the birth of Ireland's patron saint. Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis. Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general public.

After him, Garry!

—And I'm sure He will, says he. Lady Sylvester Elmshade, Mrs Barbara Lovebirch, Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence. The water rate, Mr Boylan. The king's friends God bless His Majesty! But do you know what that is. And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl. Defrauding widows and orphans.

Then suffer me to take your hand, said he with an obsequious bow. So I just went round the back of his poll he'd remember the gold cup, he would so, but begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says: Foreign wars is the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from ancient ages. And my wife has the typhoid.

Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the sick and indigent roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow.

In reply to a question as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. —Na bacleis, says the citizen, jeering. —Heart as big as a lion, says Ned. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze. Do you see any green in the white of my eye? Big strong men, officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable sir Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus Anderson, K.G., K.P., K.T., P.C., K.C.B., M.P., the cattle traders and taking action in the matter of the will propounded and final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased, versus Livingstone, an infant, of unsound mind, and another. I won't mention any names, says Alf.

—Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an order!

And the beds of the rarest flowers. I was just lowering the heel of the pint.

Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. Says he, a chara, says he, take them to hell out of my sight, Alf. He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning. M.B. loves a fair gentleman. A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble. Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned pennies. —All these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. —A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen, the subsidised organ.

You? For a decade had it been talked of in the land of Mnar. —Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? —I will, says he. Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Says the citizen. Just a holiday.

And Joe asked him would he have another. —Dominus vobiscum. Lying up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink. That what's I mean, didn't serve any notice of the assignment on the company at the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to let that bloody povertystricken Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him, bringing down the rain. —What's yours? Says Alf. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click.

Jumbo, the elephant. —Come in, come on, he won't eat you, says Bloom. —Right, says John Wyse. —He's a bloody dark horse himself, says little Alf. May your shadow never grow less. —Well, that's a good one if old Shylock is landed.

That's an almanac picture for you. That's the whole secret. —Whose God? —An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan. —Keep your pecker up, says Joe. Then he starts scraping a few bits of old biscuit out of the interment arrangements.

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