Having my way with Ulysses

If judged by the standard of mere time.

• Cyclops

And thereto I plight thee my troth.5:30 pm

I’m just glad he didn’t puke on me.  If Doran is admiring or advising her rather, then I should come out top dog.  Tell her he’s sorry about her trouble, he says, sorry he was too stinking drunk to go to the funeral.  Willy!  Poor Doran.  Had bad luck there, and now he has his life long to pay for it.  And no way out of that family.  But Martin asked me specifically to go to the house given my experience in these matters.  I can advise her.  She can rely on me.  Take care of everything.  Insurance run on the same principle as the lottery and Hell, you understand.  There’s luck, and there’s always a work around.  And there is that loophole for her if we can work it right.  Helps to have a friend in court.  Dignam did owe the money, but we can still get the company to pay the widow, if handled properly.  She’s still young.

I don’t think you knew him or perhaps you did, though.

• The Wandering Rocks

And toward a stairway, he and I, together, turned; and just as soon as I was at the first step, I sensed something much like the motion of a wing, and wind that beat against my face, and words: "Beati pacifici, those free of evil anger!"

I’ve tried so many people I can’t tell if I’m coming or going.  School for the children, money, insurance question.  Insurance later with Bloom, much kindness in him.  Poor Dignam, decent little soul, a bit low sized.  We’ll help his children up, and his widow, give them peace.  Down to me to arrange it.  Burned by gold heads appear above the crossblind of their usual window.  She won’t have to ascend and descend other’s staircases.  Descending the staircase, Nannetti, hailed his fellow council members ascending the staircase.  Dual mirrors in a shop window supervise Blazes Boylan, virile, energies rising, intercepting Bob Doran, emasculated, on the downward arc of his annual bender.  Jimmy Henry and Long John Fanning: they’ll give on the spot, no hesitation, no questions.  They’ll do it purely for goodness’ sake.

Eeleven

• The Lotus-Eaters

10:05 am

McCoy on phone from Conways.  Bob Doran is on one of his benders.  Starting early.  I’m watching a woman outside packing up her car.  Skirt.  Windy.  Tpying too.  Multitasking.  Had to pick up phone.  Can’t keep blowing him off.  Still, hhate to be interrupted when.  Ggust!  Nice.  Sheesh the guy can talk.  Doesn’t need much of an answer besides yes.  yes.  um hhum.  He’s a nice guy, McCoy.  Ttries too hard though.  Insufferable for that.  Borrows stuff and doesn’t return.  Will be asking for a suitcase for his wife’s imaginary out of town gig.   Bantam Lyons there too.  At Conways.  Doran used to be a serious guy.  Qquiet.  Changed once he saddled himself to his mother-in-law.  Nno blame there.  Hold on.  Standing in car door to reach luggage rack.  Stretch.  Yyes.  I see pretty clearly today.  Rich: expensive.  They’re all the same once you touch the right sspot.  McCoy heard about Paddy Dignam.  Tterrible death.   Sees me looking.  Always an eye out.  Good to have backup.  Hello.  Dropped something.  Watch!  Watch!  Sshit!  Truck went by.  Right at that moment.  Another gone.  Ddamn McCo