heres a memory for you!

    -- ts tions - four generations, said anot be nearing tury.

    -- ell, Ill tell you truttle old man. Im just ty-seven years of age.

    -- ere as old as om or  feel more teen myself. t son of mine t ter man the week.

    -- Dra mild nos time for you to take a back seat, said tleman who had spoken before.

    -- No, by God! asserted Mr Dedalus. Ill sing a tenor song against  a five-barred gate against er try as I did ty years ago along  man for it.

    -- But  you tle old man, tapping o drain it.

    -- ell, I s all I can say, said Mr Dedalus.

    -- If tle old man.

    -- And to God, Jo tle harm.

    -- But did so muctle old man gravely. to God we lived so long and did so much good.

    Stepcer as o t. An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered  srifes and s like a moon upon a younger eartirred in  irred in ty. Notirred  a cold and cruel and loveless lust.  and  ing amid life like the moon.

    Art thou pale for weariness

    Of climbing h,

    andering companionless?

    ed to . Its alternation of sad iveness  inivity c ual grieving.

    Steped at t Foster Place eps and along try  ood at ter Stepy and tion and essay prize, o eller in notes and in coin respectively. os eller, to o take er and er life. ient of t keep  at rest. But teller still deferred to say imes and t t education t money could buy. Mr Dedalus lingered in t  telling Stepo come out, t tanding in t.

    -- God o times, Stepctan