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—
Grandest
number
in
the
whole
opera
,
Goulding
said
.
—
It
is
,
Bloom
said
.
Numbers
it
is
.
All
music
when
you
come
to
think
.
Two
multiplied
by
two
divided
by
half
is
twice
one
.
Vibrations
:
chords
those
are
.
One
plus
two
plus
six
is
seven
.
Do
anything
you
like
with
figures
juggling
.
Always
find
out
this
equal
to
that
.
Symmetry
under
a
cemetery
wall
.
He
doesn
’
t
see
my
mourning
.
Callous
:
all
for
his
own
gut
.
Musemathematics
.
And
you
think
you
’
re
listening
to
the
etherial
.
But
suppose
you
said
it
like
:
Martha
,
seven
times
nine
minus
x
is
thirtyfive
thousand
.
Fall
quite
flat
.
It
’
s
on
account
of
the
sounds
it
is
.
Instance
he
’
s
playing
now
.
Improvising
.
Might
be
what
you
like
,
till
you
hear
the
words
.
Want
to
listen
sharp
.
Hard
.
Begin
all
right
:
then
hear
chords
a
bit
off
:
feel
lost
a
bit
.
In
and
out
of
sacks
,
over
barrels
,
through
wirefences
,
obstacle
race
.
Time
makes
the
tune
.
Question
of
mood
you
’
re
in
.
Still
always
nice
to
hear
.
Except
scales
up
and
down
,
girls
learning
.
Two
together
nextdoor
neighbours
.
Ought
to
invent
dummy
pianos
for
that
.
Blumenlied
I
bought
for
her
.
The
name
.
Playing
it
slow
,
a
girl
,
night
I
came
home
,
the
girl
.
Door
of
the
stables
near
Cecilia
street
.
Milly
no
taste
.
Queer
because
we
both
,
I
mean
.
Bald
deaf
Pat
brought
quite
flat
pad
ink
.
Pat
set
with
ink
pen
quite
flat
pad
.
Pat
took
plate
dish
knife
fork
.
Pat
went
.
It
was
the
only
language
Mr
Dedalus
said
to
Ben
.
He
heard
them
as
a
boy
in
Ringabella
,
Crosshaven
,
Ringabella
,
singing
their
barcaroles
.
Queenstown
harbour
full
of
Italian
ships
.
Walking
,
you
know
,
Ben
,
in
the
moonlight
with
those
earthquake
hats
.
Blending
their
voices
.
God
,
such
music
,
Ben
.
Heard
as
a
boy
.
Cross
Ringabella
haven
mooncarole
.
Sour
pipe
removed
he
held
a
shield
of
hand
beside
his
lips
that
cooed
a
moonlight
nightcall
,
clear
from
anear
,
a
call
from
afar
,
replying
.
Down
the
edge
of
his
Freeman
baton
ranged
Bloom
’
s
,
your
other
eye
,
scanning
for
where
did
I
see
that
.
Callan
,
Coleman
,
Dignam
Patrick
.
Heigho
!
Heigho
!
Fawcett
.
Aha
!
Just
I
was
looking
.
.
.
Hope
he
’
s
not
looking
,
cute
as
a
rat
.
He
held
unfurled
his
Freeman
.
Can
’
t
see
now
.
Remember
write
Greek
ees
.
Bloom
dipped
,
Bloo
mur
:
dear
sir
.
Dear
Henry
wrote
:
dear
Mady
.
Got
your
lett
and
flow
.
Hell
did
I
put
?
Some
pock
or
oth
.
It
is
utterl
imposs
.
Underline
imposs
.
To
write
today
.
