nd c leaping and dancing on ttle bedroom in tor in a black and gold cope, of being buried ttle graveyard of ty off t  died t died but  like a film in t or  of existence for ed. range to t of existence in suc by deat by fading out in t and forgotten somerange to see : a little boy in a grey belted suit. s and rousers ucked in at tic bands.

    On ty ep ty from bar to bar. to t, to to tuned old tale - t  rying for ty years to get rid of  up in Dublin and t Peter Pickackafax beside  son but t he was only a Dublin jackeen.

    t out early in ttled noisily against its saucer, and Stepried to cover t s of t before by moving ion  sellers, tings and oglings of ted, ts and encouraging  in  t to put in to translate s passages from Dilectus and asked   to say: tempora mutantur nos et mutamur in illis or tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis. Anoto say he Cork girls.

    --  t , said Mr Dedalus. Leave  bot t kind of nonsense.

    -- t tle old man.

    -- I dont knoly.

    -- Your fattle old man to Step flirt in ty of Cork in ?

    Stepudied tiled floor of to wed.

    -- No be putting ideas into o his Maker.

    -- Yerra, sure I  put any ideas into o be tle old man to Step?

    -- Are you? asked Stephen.

    -- Bedad I am, said ttle old man. I  Sundays ell. No age do you t riding out to  was before you were born.

    -- Ay, or t of, said Mr Dedalus.

    -- Bedad I did, repeated ttle old man. And, more t, I can remember even your great-grandfateper