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But
he
did
neither
:
and
,
when
he
was
sitting
alone
in
the
deserted
tram
,
he
tore
his
ticket
into
shreds
and
stared
gloomily
at
the
corrugated
footboard
.
*
*
*
The
next
day
he
sat
at
his
table
in
the
bare
upper
room
for
many
hours
.
Before
him
lay
a
new
pen
,
a
new
bottle
of
ink
and
a
new
emerald
exercise
.
From
force
of
habit
he
had
written
at
the
top
of
the
first
page
the
initial
letters
of
the
jesuit
motto
:
A.M.D.G.
On
the
first
line
of
the
page
appeared
the
title
of
the
verses
he
was
trying
to
write
:
To
E
--
C
--
.
He
knew
it
was
right
to
begin
so
for
he
had
seen
similar
titles
in
the
collected
poems
of
Lord
Byron
.
When
he
had
written
this
title
and
drawn
an
ornamental
line
underneath
he
fell
into
a
daydream
and
began
to
draw
diagrams
on
the
cover
of
the
book
.
He
saw
himself
sitting
at
his
table
in
Bray
the
morning
after
the
discussion
at
the
Christmas
dinner
table
,
trying
to
write
a
poem
about
Parnell
on
the
back
of
one
of
his
father
's
second
moiety
notices
.
But
his
brain
had
then
refused
to
grapple
with
the
theme
and
,
desisting
,
he
had
covered
the
page
with
the
names
and
addresses
of
certain
of
his
classmates
:
Roderick
KickhamJohn
LawtonAnthony
MacSwineySimon
Moonan
Now
it
seemed
as
if
he
would
fail
again
but
,
by
dint
of
brooding
on
the
incident
,
he
thought
himself
into
confidence
.
During
this
process
all
those
elements
which
he
deemed
common
and
insignificant
fell
out
of
the
scene
.
There
remained
no
trace
of
the
tram
itself
nor
of
the
tram-men
nor
of
the
horses
:
nor
did
he
and
she
appear
vividly
.
The
verses
told
only
of
the
night
and
the
balmy
breeze
and
the
maiden
lustre
of
the
moon
.
Some
undefined
sorrow
was
hidden
in
the
hearts
of
the
protagonists
as
they
stood
in
silence
beneath
the
leafless
trees
and
when
the
moment
of
farewell
had
come
the
kiss
,
which
had
been
withheld
by
one
,
was
given
by
both
.
After
this
the
letters
L.
D.
S.
were
written
at
the
foot
of
the
page
,
and
,
having
hidden
the
book
,
he
went
into
his
mother
's
bedroom
and
gazed
at
his
face
for
a
long
time
in
the
mirror
of
her
dressing-table
.
But
his
long
spell
of
leisure
and
liberty
was
drawing
to
its
end
.
One
evening
his
father
came
home
full
of
news
which
kept
his
tongue
busy
all
through
dinner
.
Stephen
had
been
awaiting
his
father
's
return
for
there
had
been
mutton
hash
that
day
and
he
knew
that
his
father
would
make
him
dip
his
bread
in
the
gravy
.
But
he
did
not
relish
the
hash
for
the
mention
of
Clongowes
had
coated
his
palate
with
a
scum
of
disgust
.
--
I
walked
bang
into
him
,
said
Mr
Dedalus
for
the
fourth
time
,
just
at
the
corner
of
the
square
.
--
Then
I
suppose
,
said
Mrs
Dedalus
,
he
will
be
able
to
arrange
it
.
I
mean
about
Belvedere
.
