Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 9 Page 77

Don’t tell them he was nine years old when it was quenched.

And from her arms.

Wait to be wooed and won. Ay, meacock. Who will woo you?

Read the skies. Autontimorumenos. Bous Stephanoumenos. Where’s your configuration? Stephen, Stephen, cut the bread even.

S. D: sua donna. Gi�: di lui. Gelindo risolve di non amare S. D.

What is that, Mr Dedalus? the quaker librarian asked. Was it a celestial phenomenon?

A star by night, Stephen said. A pillar of the cloud by day.

What more’s to speak?

Stephen looked on his hat, his stick, his boots.