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# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 055

His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat, and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Stamps : stickyback pictures. Daresay lots of officers are in the swim too. Course they do. The sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely : Plasto’s high grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip of paper. Quite safe.
On the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there. In the trousers I left off must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe. No use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that time. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over rhe threshold, a limp lid. Looked shut. All right till I come back anyhow.
He crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number seventyfive. The sun was nearing the steeple of George’s church. Be a warm day I fancy. Specially in these black clothes feel it more. Black conducts, reflects (refracts is it?), the heat. But I couldn’t go in that light suit. Make a picnic of it. His eyelids sank quietly often as he walked in happy warmth. Boland’s breadvan delivering with trays our daily but she prefers yesterday’s loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Makes you feel young. Somewhere in the east : early morning : set off at dawn, travel round in front of the sun steal a day’s march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically. Walk along a strand, strange land, come to a city gate, sentry there, old ranker too, old Tweedy’s big moustaches leaning on a long kind of a spear. Wander through awned streets. Turbaned faces going by. Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged smoking a coiled pipe. Cries of sellers in the streets. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Wander along all day. Might meet a robber or two. Well, meet him. Getting on to sundown. The shadows of the mosques along the pillars : priest with a scroll rolled up. A shiver of the trees, signal, the evening wind. I pass on. Fading gold sky. A mother watches from her doorway. She calls her children home in their dark language. High wall : beyond strings twanged. Night sky moon, violet, colour of Molly’s new garters. Strings. Listen. A girl playing one of those instruments what do you call them : dulcimers. I pass.
Probably not a bit like it really. Kind of stuff you read : in the track of the sun. Sunburst on the titlepage. He smiled, pleasing himself. What Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the Freeman leader : a homerule sun rising up in the northwest from the laneway behind the bank of Ireland. He prolonged his pleased smile. Ikey touch that : homerule sun rising up in the northwest.
# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 046

A woman and a man. I see her skirties. Pinned up, I bet.
Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, trotting, sniffing on all sides. Looking for something lost in a past life. Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, chasing the shadow of a lowskimming gull. The man’s shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. He turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks. On a field tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. At the lacefringe of the tide he halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears. His snout lifted barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. They serpented towards his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking, plashing, from far, from farther out, waves and waves.
Cocklepickers. They waded a little way in the water and, stooping, soused their bags, and, lifting them again, waded out. The dog yelped running to them, reared up and pawed them, dropping on all fours, again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf’s tongue redpanting from his jaws. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a calf’s gallop. The carcase lay on his path. He stopped, sniffed, stalked round it, brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffing rapidly like a dog all over the dead dog’s bedraggled fell. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the ground, moves to one great goal. Ah, poor dogsbody. Here lies poor dogsbody’s body.
— Tatters! Out of that, you mongrel.
The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a blunt bootless kick sent him unscathed across a spit of sand, crouched in flight. He slunk back in a curve. Doesn’t see me. Along by the edge of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. He trotted forward and, lifting his hindleg, pissed quick short at an unsmelt rock. The simple pleasures of the poor. His hindpaws then scattered sand : then his forepaws dabbled and delved. Something he buried there, his grandmother. He rooted in the sand, dabbling delving and stopped to listen to the air, scraped up the sand again with a fury of his claws, soon ceasing, a pard, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead.
After he woke me up last night same dream or was it? Wait. Open hallway. Street of harlots. Remember. Haroun al Raschid. I am almosting it. That man led me, spoke. I was not afraid. The melon he had he held against my face. Smiled : creamfruit smell. That was the rule, said. In. Come. Red carpet spread. You will see who.
# The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 047

Shouldering their bags they trudged, the red Egyptians. His blued feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck. With woman steps she followed : the ruffian and his strolling mort. Spoils slung at her back. Loose sand and shellgrit crusted her bare feet. A bout her windraw face her hair trailed. Behind her lord his helpmate, bing awast, to Romeville. When night hides her body’s flaws calling under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs have mired. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O’Loughlin’s of Blackpitts. Buss her, wap in rogue’s rum lingo, for, O, my dimber wapping dell. A shefiend’s whiteness under her rancid rags. Fumbally’s lane that night : the tanyard smells.
                White thy fambles, red thy gan
                And thy quarrons dainty is.
                Couch a hogshead with me then.
                In the darkmans clip and kiss.
Morose delectation Aquinas tunbelly calls this, frate porcospino. Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. Call away let him : thy quarrons dainty is. Language no whit worse than his. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles : roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets.
Passing now.
A side-eye at my Hamlet hat. If I were suddenly naked here as I sit? I am not. Across the sands of all the world, followed by the sun’s flaming sword, to the west, trekking to evening lands. She trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load. A tide westering, moondrawn, in her wake. Tides, myriadislanded, within her, blood not mine, oinopa ponton, a winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon. In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Bridebed, childbed, bed of death, ghostcandled. Omnis caro ad te veniet. He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes, his bat sails bloodying the sea, mouth to her mouth’s kiss.
Here. Put a pin in that chap, will you? My tablets. Mouth to her kiss. No. Must be two of em. Glue em well. Mouth to her mouth’s kiss.
His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of air : mouth to her womb. Oomb, allwombing tomb. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched : ooeeehah : roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayaway- awayawayaway. Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy’s letter. Here. Thanking you for hospitality tear the blank end off. Turning his back to the
# Stops of Various Quills/Heredity

HEREDITY
HAT swollen paunch you are doomed to bear Your gluttonous grandsire used to wear; That tongue, at once so light and dull, Wagged in your grandam's empty skull; That leering of the sensual eye Your father, when he came to die, Left yours alone; and that cheap flirt, Your mother, gave you from the dirt The simper which she used upon So many men ere he was won.
Your vanity and greed and lust And each your portion from the dust Of those that died, and from the tomb Made you what you must needs become. I do not hold you aught to blame For sin at second hand, and shame: Evil could but from evil spring; And yet, away, you charnel thing!
# Stops of Various Quills/Good Society

GOOD SOCIETY
ES, I suppose it is well to make some sort of exclusion, Well to put up the bars, under whatever pretence; Only be careful, be very careful, lest in the confusion You should shut yourself on the wrong side of the fence.
# Stops of Various Quills/If

IF
ES, death is at the bottom of the cup, And every one that lives must drink it up; And yet between the sparkle at the top And the black lees where lurks that bitter drop, There swims enough good liquor, Heaven knows, To ease our hearts of all their other woes.
The bubbles rise in sunshine at the brim; That drop below is very far and dim; The quick fumes spread and shape us such bright dreams That in the glad delirium it seems As though by some deft sleight, if so we willed, That drop untasted might be somehow spilled.
# Stops of Various Quills/From Generation to Generation

FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION
I
NNOCENT spirits, bright, immaculate ghosts! Why throng your heavenly hosts, As eager for their birth In this sad home of death, this sorrow-haunted earth?
Beware! Beware! Content you where you are, And shun this evil star, Where we who are doomed to die, Have our brief being and pass, we know not where or why.
II
We have not to consent or to refuse; It is not ours to choose: We come because we must, We know not by what law, if unjust or if just.
The doom is on us, as it is on you, That nothing can undo; And all in vain you warn: As your fate is to die, our fate is to be born.
# Stops of Various Quills/Friends and Foes

FRIENDS AND FOES
ITTER the things one's enemies will say Against one sometimes when one is away, But of a bitterness far more intense The things one's friends will say in one's defence.
# Stops of Various Quills/Hope

HOPE
E sailed and sailed upon the desert sea Where for whole days we alone seemed to be. At last we saw a dim, vague line arise Between the empty billows and the skies, That grew and grew until it wore the shape Of cove and inlet, promontory and cape; Then hills and valleys, rivers, fields, and woods, Steeples and roofs, and village neighborhoods. And then I thought, "Sometime I shall embark Upon a sea more desert and more dark Than ever this was, and between the skies And empty billows I shall see arise Another world out of that waste and lapse, Like yonder land. Perhaps—perhaps—perhaps!"
# Stops of Various Quills/Equality

EQUALITY
HE beautiful dancing-women wove their maze, With many a swift lascivious leer and lure For the hot theatre, whose myriad gaze Burned on their shamelessness with eyes impure.
Then one that watched unseen among them—dread, Mystical, ineffable of presence—said, "Patience! And leave me these poor wanton ones: Soon they shall lie as meek and cold as nuns; And you that hire them here to tempt your lust Shall be as all the saints are, in the dust."
# Stops of Various Quills/In the Dark

IN THE DARK
OW often, when I wake from sleep at night, I search my consciousness to find the ill That has lurked formlessly within it, still Haunting me with a shadowy affright; And try to seize it and to know aright Its vague proportions, and my frantic will Runs this way and runs that way, with a thrill Of horror, to all things that ban or blight! Then, when I find all well, it is as though The moment were some reef where I had crept From the wide waste of danger and of death, And for a little I might draw my breath Before the flood came up again, and swept Over it, and gulfed me in its deeps below.
# Stops of Various Quills/Company

COMPANY
THOUGHT, "How terrible, if I were seen Just as in will and deed I had always been! And if this were the fate that I must face At the last day, and all else were God's grace, How must I shrink and cower before them there, Stripped naked to the soul and beggared bare Of every rag of seeming!" Then, "Why, no," I thought, "Why should I, if the rest are so?"
# The Abbot's Ghost, or Maurice Treherne's Temptation

Originally published under the name A. M. Barnard
Contents
* I. Dramatis Personae
* II. Byplay
* III. Who Was It?
* IV. Feeding The Peacocks
* V. Under The Mistletoe
* VI. Miracles
* VII. A Ghostly Revel
* VIII. Jasper
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Abasement of the Northmores

* "The Abasement of the Northmores" in The Soft Side (London: Methuen & Co., 1900): 179–205.
    — First English book edition
* "The Abasement of the Northmores" in The Soft Side (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1900): 150–171.
    — First American book edition
* "The Abasement of the Northmores" in The Novels and Tales of Henry James 16 (New York: Scribner; London: Macmillan, 1907–1909): 193–222.
    — The "New York Edition"; revised for publication by James; this is the last revised version published in James' lifetime.
* "The Abasement of the Northmores" in The Author of Beltraffio, The Middle Years, Greville Fane, and Other Tales (London: Macmillan, 1922): 169–194.
    — Volume 21 of The Novels and Stories of Henry James, the first posthumous collection of James' works; uses the New York Edition text.
# The Ant

Perry index 166
* "An Ant formerly a Man", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Ant", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Ant and the Dove

* related authors: Aesop.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item.
Perry index 235
* "Of the Ante and of the Columbe", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "An Ant and a Pigeon", translated by Roger L'Estrange, in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Ant and the Dove", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Ant and the Fly

Perry index 521
* "Of the Ante and the Flye", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "An Ant and a Fly", in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Antelope

* Search for titles containing or beginning with: "The Antelope."
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This is a disambiguation page. It lists works that share the same title. If an article link referred you here, please consider editing it to point directly to the intended page.
One of the following series of three Supreme Court cases:
* The Antelope (23 U.S. 66)
* The Antelope (24 U.S. 413)
* The Antelope (25 U.S. 546)
# The Antelope (25 U.S. 546)

See also The Antelope (23 U.S. 66) and The Antelope (24 U.S. 413).
United States Supreme Court
25 U.S. 546
The Antelope
THIS is the same cause which is reported ante, vol. X. p. 66. and vol. XI. p. 413. and was again brought before the Court upon a further appeal, and certificate of a division of opinions as to the proceedings of the Court below in execution of the former decrees of this Court. March 6th.
It was argued by the Attorney General and Mr. Key for the appellants, and by Mr. Berrien, Mr. C. J. Ingersoll, and Mr. Wilde, for the respondents. March 15th.
Mr. Justice TRIMBLE delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# The Antelope (24 U.S. 413)

See also The Antelope (23 U.S. 66) and The Antelope (25 U.S. 546).
United States Supreme Court
24 U.S. 413
The Antelope

## Notes

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# The Antelope (24 U.S. 413)/Opinion of the Court

* Court Documents
* Case Syllabus
* Opinion of the Court
* Wikipedia article
CERTIFICATE. A mandate having issued to the Circuit Court for the District of Georgia, to carry into execution the decree of this Court pronounced at the February term, 1825, to deliver certain Africans, in the said decree mentioned, to the Spanish consul for Spanish claimants, and the Judges of that Court having been divided in opinion respecting the mode of designating the said slaves so to be delivered, and separating them from others to be delivered to the United States, whether the same should be made by lot, or upon proof on the part of the Spanish claimant, it is ORDERED to be certified to the said Circuit Court of Georgia, that in executing the said mandate, the Africans to be delivered must be designated by proof made to the satisfaction of that Court.

## Notes

This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# Sunkist Growers, Inc. v. Winckler & Smith Citrus Products Company

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United States Supreme Court
368 U.S. 813
Sunkist Growers, Inc. v. Winckler & Smith Citrus Products Company
Ross C. Fisher and Herman F. Selvin, for petitioners.
William C. Dixon, for respondents.

## Notes

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# Sunday at Home

originally published in Twice-Told Tales
* Sunday at Home in Twice-Told Tales (1837)
* Sunday at Home in Twice-Told Tales (1851)
# Sunderland v. United States

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United States Supreme Court
266 U.S. 226
Sunderland v. United States
Argued: Oct. 16, 1924. --- Decided: Nov 17, 1924
Messrs. E. G. Wilson, J. M. Springer, Horace Speed, and Wm. H. Thompson, all of Tulsa, Okl., for appellant.
[Argument of Counsel from page 227 intentionally omitted]
The Attorney General and Mr. H. L. Underwood, of Washington, D. C., for the United States.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 228-230 intentionally omitted]
Mr. Justice SUTHERLAND, delivered the opinion of the Court.

## Notes

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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Clematis

Edition of 1879. See also Clematis on Wikipedia; and the disclaimer.
CLEMATIS (Gr. κλῆμα, tendril), a genus of mostly climbing and highly ornamental shrubs, belonging to the natural order ranunculaceæ. It is generically distinguished by having four valvate colored sepals, no petals, opposite leaves, and carpels bearing the styles as long feathery tails. It embraces more than 50 species, distributed eastward from Mexico to Japan, 9 of them being natives of North America. The flower is often odoriferous, and its color is white, yellow, violet, purple, or blue. The C. vitalba (Linn.), often called the traveller's joy, is a native of England, and is common throughout England and France, covering hedges and old walls with its ample pinnate leaves, and its panicles of white fragrant blossoms. Its leaves contain an acrid juice which irritates the skin, and were used by beggars in the middle ages to produce artificial and easily curable ulcers. The C. flammula, the most sweet-scented of the species, resembles the preceding, but has smaller leaves and flowers, and is indigenous and most abundant in the south of France. The C. cirrhosa is an elegant evergreen, with large greenish-white flowers, and is abundant in Spain and on the
Atlas mountains in Africa. The C. viticella, or blue clematis, is especially esteemed for forming trellises in gardens, and is distinguished by its beautiful purplish, bell-shaped blossoms hanging gracefully upon solitary peduncles. The genus atragene of Linnæus, embracing one American and several Siberian and Alpine plants, is by most authors made a species of clematis. Among the American species are the C. Virginiana, or virgin's bower, having leaves with three ovate acute leaflets, numerous white flowers in panicled clusters on axillary peduncles, climbing upon shrubs along river banks, and common throughout the United States; the C. viorna, or leather flower, with a very glabrous, bell-shaped, purplish calyx, with fruit bearing very plumose tails, and found in rich soil in the middle and southern states; and the C. ochroleuca, with simple and entire leaves, silky beneath,
bearing single large nodding flowers, yellowish within, with erect stem, growing about a foot high, and found rarely in New York, Pennsylvania, and Virginia. All the species of clematis grow and blossom freely in any light soil, and they are widely esteemed in gardens for trellis-work, and for training against a wall. They may be readily propagated by layers, young cuttings, or seeds.
Clematis viticella.
Virgin's Bower (Clematis Virginiana).