stephen dedalus

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

Lank coils of seaweed hair around me, my heart, my soul. Salt green death. We. Agenbite of inwit. Inwit's agenbite. Misery! Misery!

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

She is drowning. Agenbite. Save her. Agenbite. All against us. She will drown me with her, eyes and hair.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

@DILLYDEDALUS -- Here. It's all right. Mind Maggy doesn't pawn it on you. I suppose all my books are gone.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

Show no surprise. Quite natural.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

I take the coverless book from her hand. Chardenal's French primer. @DILLYDEDALUS -- What did you buy that for? To learn French?

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

My eyes they say she has. Do others see me so? Quick, far and daring. Shadow of my mind.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

@DILLYDEDALUS -- What have you there?

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

I told her of Paris. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token. Nebrakada femininum

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

A Stuart face of nonesuch Charles, lank locks falling at its sides. It glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

@DILLYDEDALUS -- What are you doing?

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

Dilly's high shoulders and shabby dress. Shut the book quick. Don't let see.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

What is this? Thumbed pages: read and read. Who has passed here before me? Who wrote this?

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

Tattered pages. I might find here one of my pawned schoolprizes. Stephano Dedalo, alumno optimo, palmam ferenti.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

In Clohissey's window a faded 1860 print of Heenan boxing Sayers holds my eye. I turn and halt by the slanted bookcart.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

I go down Bedford row, the handle of the ash clacking against my shoulderblade.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

where they swirl, I. Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me you who can. Bawd and butcher were the words.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

Throb always without you and the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I between them. Where? Between two roaring worlds

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the powerhouse urges me to be on. Beingless beings. Stop!

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

Orient and immortal wheat standing from everlasting to everlasting.

[stephen dedalus @StephenDedalus]

And you who wrest old images from the burial earth? The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes. A lore of drugs.