0 Ulysses
the following talisman three times with hands folded:
—Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Amor me solo! Sank-
tus! Amen.
Who wrote this? Charms and invocations of the most
blessed abbot Peter Salanka to all true believers divulged. As
good as any other abbot’s charms, as mumbling Joachim’s.
Down, baldynoddle, or we’ll wool your wool.
—What are you doing here, Stephen?
Dilly’s high shoulders and shabby dress.
Shut the book quick. Don’t let see.
—What are you doing? Stephen said.
A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at
its sides. It glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with bro-
ken boots. I told her of Paris. Late lieabed under a quilt of
old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly’s
token. Nebrakada femininum.
—What have you there? Stephen asked.
—I bought it from the other cart for a penny, Dilly said,
laughing nervously. Is it any good?
My eyes they say she has. Do others see me so? Quick, far
and daring. Shadow of my mind.
He took the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal’s
French primer.
—What did you buy that for? he asked. To learn French?
She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips.
Show no surprise. Quite natural.
—Here, Stephen said. It’s all right. Mind Maggy doesn’t
pawn it on you. I suppose all my books are gone.
—Some, Dilly said. We had to.