Ulysses
a house, this vast majestic longstablished vault, the crystal
palace of the Creator, all in applepie order, a penny for him
who finds the pea.Behold the mansion reared by dedal Jack
See the malt stored in many a refluent sack,
In the proud cirque of Jackjohn’s bivouac.A black crack of noise in the street here, alack, bawled
back. Loud on left Thor thundered: in anger awful the ham-
merhurler. Came now the storm that hist his heart. And
Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout and witwanton
as the god self was angered for his hellprate and paganry.
And he that had erst challenged to be so doughty waxed
wan as they might all mark and shrank together and his
pitch that was before so haught uplift was now of a sudden
quite plucked down and his heart shook within the cage
of his breast as he tasted the rumour of that storm. Then
did some mock and some jeer and Punch Costello fell hard
again to his yale which Master Lenehan vowed he would do
after and he was indeed but a word and a blow on any the
least colour. But the braggart boaster cried that an old No-
bodaddy was in his cups it was muchwhat indifferent and he
would not lag behind his lead. But this was only to dye his
desperation as cowed he crouched in Horne’s hall. He drank
indeed at one draught to pluck up a heart of any grace for
it thundered long rumblingly over all the heavens so that
Master Madden, being godly certain whiles, knocked him
on his ribs upon that crack of doom and Master Bloom, at