Episode 11: Sirens (Literary technique: Fuga per canonem (fugue or polyphony by rule: weaving of various voices and motifs in counterpoint to one another). Art: Music. Time: 38 40 pm. Place: Ormond Hotel



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Style 1: “Three incantations, in the manner of the Fratres Arvales”—Roman priests who celebrated/honored the Roman goddess of plenty and fertility. Deshil=Irish--turning to the right, ritual gesture to attract good fortune and act of consecration when repeated three times. “Eamus”=”Let us go.” Invocation to the sun as source of fertility. Dr. Anthony J. Horne=a master of the hospital/horned cattle of the sun god. “Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!”=cry with which a midwife celebrates the birth of a male child as she bounces it to stabilize its breathing.
Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus. Deshil Holles Eamus.
Send us bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send

us bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit. Send us

bright one, light one, Horhorn, quickening and wombfruit.
Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!
Style 2: Imitation of the Latin prose style of the Roman historians Sallust and Tacitus.
Universally that person's acumen is esteemed very little perceptive

concerning whatsoever matters are being held as most profitably by mortals

with sapience endowed to be studied who is ignorant of that which the most

in doctrine erudite and certainly by reason of that in them high mind's

ornament deserving of veneration constantly maintain when by general

consent they affirm that other circumstances being equal by no exterior

splendour is the prosperity of a nation more efficaciously asserted than

by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute of its

solicitude for that proliferent continuance which of evils the original if

it be absent when fortunately present constitutes the certain sign of

omnipotent nature's incorrupted benefaction. For who is there who anything

of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior

splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality or on

the contrary anyone so is there unilluminated as not to perceive that as

no nature's boon can contend against the bounty of increase so it behoves

every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his

semblables and to tremble lest what had in the past been by the nation

excellently commenced might be in the future not with similar excellence

accomplished if an inverecund habit shall have gradually traduced the

honourable by ancestors transmitted customs to that thither of profundity

that that one was audacious excessively who would have the hardihood to

rise affirming that no more odious offence can for anyone be than to

oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and

promise which on all mortals with prophecy of abundance or with

diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever

irrevocably enjoined?
Style 3: In the style of medieval Latin prose chronicles.
It is not why therefore we shall wonder if, as the best historians relate,

among the Celts, who nothing that was not in its nature admirable admired,

the art of medicine shall have been highly honoured. Not to speak of

hostels, leperyards, sweating chambers, plaguegraves, their greatest

doctors, the O'Shiels, the O'Hickeys, the O'Lees, have sedulously set down

the divers methods by which the sick and the relapsed found again health

whether the malady had been the trembling withering or loose boyconnell

flux. Certainly in every public work which in it anything of gravity

contains preparation should be with importance commensurate and therefore

a plan was by them adopted (whether by having preconsidered or as the

maturation of experience it is difficult in being said which the

discrepant opinions of subsequent inquirers are not up to the present

congrued to render manifest) whereby maternity was so far from all

accident possibility removed that whatever care the patient in that

all hardest of woman hour chiefly required and not solely for the

copiously opulent but also for her who not being sufficiently moneyed

scarcely and often not even scarcely could subsist valiantly and for an

inconsiderable emolument was provided.
To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to be

molestful for this chiefly felt all citizens except with proliferent

mothers prosperity at all not to can be and as they had received eternity

gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when the case was so

hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense

among all one another was impelling on of her to be received into that

domicile. O thing of prudent nation not merely in being seen but also

even in being related worthy of being praised that they her by

anticipation went seeing mother, that she by them suddenly to be about to

be cherished had been begun she felt!
Style 4: In the style of Anglo-Saxon rhythmic alliterative prose.
Before born bliss babe had. Within womb won he worship. Whatever

in that one case done commodiously done was. A couch by midwives

attended with wholesome food reposeful, cleanest swaddles as though

forthbringing were now done and by wise foresight set: but to this no less

of what drugs there is need and surgical implements which are pertaining

to her case not omitting aspect of all very distracting spectacles in

various latitudes by our terrestrial orb offered together with images,

divine and human, the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to

tumescence conducive or eases issue in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair

home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is come

by her thereto to lie in, her term up.
Some man that wayfaring was stood by housedoor at night's

oncoming. Of Israel's folk was that man that on earth wandering far had

fared. Stark ruth of man his errand that him lone led till that house.
Of that house A. Horne is lord. Seventy beds keeps he there teeming

mothers are wont that they lie for to thole and bring forth bairns hale so

God's angel to Mary quoth. Watchers tway there walk, white sisters in

ward sleepless. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons

thrice an hundred. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for Horne holding

wariest ward.
In ward wary the watcher hearing come that man mildhearted eft

rising with swire ywimpled to him her gate wide undid. Lo, levin leaping

lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin. Full she drad that God the

Wreaker all mankind would fordo with water for his evil sins. Christ's

rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he would rathe infare under

her thatch. That man her will wotting worthful went in Horne's house.
Loth to irk in Horne's hall hat holding the seeker stood. On her stow

he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land

and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Once her in townhithe

meeting he to her bow had not doffed. Her to forgive now he craved with

good ground of her allowed that that of him swiftseen face, hers, so young

then had looked. Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word

winning.
As her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared.

Glad after she was that ere adread was. Her he asked if O'Hare Doctor

tidings sent from far coast and she with grameful sigh him answered that

O'Hare Doctor in heaven was. Sad was the man that word to hear that him

so heavied in bowels ruthful. All she there told him, ruing death for

friend so young, algate sore unwilling God's rightwiseness to withsay. She

said that he had a fair sweet death through God His goodness with

masspriest to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his limbs. The

man then right earnest asked the nun of which death the dead man was died

and the nun answered him and said that he was died in Mona Island through

bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she prayed to God the

Allruthful to have his dear soul in his undeathliness. He heard her sad

words, in held hat sad staring. So stood they there both awhile in wanhope

sorrowing one with other.
Bloom meets Nurse Callan with whom he lodged when living on Holles St. nine years before. He learns that Doctor O’Hare has died of stomach cancer.
Style 4: In the style of Middle English prose, echoing the opening speech of the medieval morality play, Everyman.
Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is thy death and the

dust that gripeth on every man that is born of woman for as he came naked

forth from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the last for to

go as he came.
The man that was come in to the house then spoke to the

nursingwoman and he asked her how it fared with the woman that lay there

in childbed. The nursingwoman answered him and said that that woman

was in throes now full three days and that it would be a hard birth unneth

to bear but that now in a little it would be. She said thereto that she

had seen many births of women but never was none so hard as was that

woman's birth. Then she set it all forth to him for because she knew the

man that time was had lived nigh that house. The man hearkened to her

words for he felt with wonder women's woe in the travail that they have of

motherhood and he wondered to look on her face that was a fair face for

any man to see but yet was she left after long years a handmaid. Nine

twelve bloodflows chiding her childless.
Style 5: In the style of the Travels of John Mandeville, a medieval compilation of fantastic travel stories.
And whiles they spake the door of the castle was opened and there

nighed them a mickle noise as of many that sat there at meat. And there

came against the place as they stood a young learningknight yclept Dixon.

And the traveller Leopold was couth to him sithen it had happed that they

had had ado each with other in the house of misericord where this

learningknight lay by cause the traveller Leopold came there to be healed

for he was sore wounded in his breast by a spear wherewith a horrible and

dreadful dragon was smitten him for which he did do make a salve of

volatile salt and chrism as much as he might suffice. And he said now that

he should go in to that castle for to make merry with them that were

there. And the traveller Leopold said that he should go otherwhither for

he was a man of cautels and a subtile. Also the lady was of his avis and

repreved the learningknight though she trowed well that the traveller had

said thing that was false for his subtility. But the learningknight would

not hear say nay nor do her mandement ne have him in aught contrarious to

his list and he said how it was a marvellous castle. And the traveller

Leopold went into the castle for to rest him for a space being sore of

limb after many marches environing in divers lands and sometime venery.
And in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of

Finlandy and it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that country but they

durst not move more for enchantment. And on this board were frightful

swords and knives that are made in a great cavern by swinking demons out

of white flames that they fix then in the horns of buffalos and stags that

there abound marvellously. And there were vessels that are wrought by

magic of Mahound out of seasand and the air by a warlock with his breath

that he blases in to them like to bubbles. And full fair cheer and rich

was on the board that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. And there

was a vat of silver that was moved by craft to open in the which lay

strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this

be possible thing without they see it natheless they are so. And these

fishes lie in an oily water brought there from Portugal land because

of the fatness that therein is like to the juices of the olivepress.

And also it was a marvel to see in that castle how by magic they make

a compost out of fecund wheatkidneys out of Chaldee that by aid of

certain angry spirits that they do in to it swells up wondrously like

to a vast mountain. And they teach the serpents there to entwine

themselves up on long sticks out of the ground and of the scales of

these serpents they brew out a brewage like to mead.
And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold a draught and halp

thereto the while all they that were there drank every each. And childe

Leopold did up his beaver for to pleasure him and took apertly somewhat in

amity for he never drank no manner of mead which he then put by and

anon full privily he voided the more part in his neighbour glass and his

neighbour nist not of this wile. And he sat down in that castle with them

for to rest him there awhile. Thanked be Almighty God.
Bloom is met by Dr. Dixon who had previously treated him at the Mater for a bee sting. Dixon invites Bloom to join the company of revelers that includes Stephen.
Style 6: In the style of 15th-century prose of Sir Thomas Malory’s compilation of Arthurian legend, Morte d’Arthur.
This meanwhile this good sister stood by the door and begged them at

the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave their wassailing for

there was above one quick with child, a gentle dame, whose time hied fast.

Sir Leopold heard on the upfloor cry on high and he wondered what cry that

it was whether of child or woman and I marvel, said he, that it be not

come or now. Meseems it dureth overlong. And he was ware and saw a

franklin that hight Lenehan on that side the table that was older than any

of the tother and for that they both were knights virtuous in the one

emprise and eke by cause that he was elder he spoke to him full gently.

But, said he, or it be long too she will bring forth by God His bounty and

have joy of her childing for she hath waited marvellous long. And the

franklin that had drunken said, Expecting each moment to be her next.

Also he took the cup that stood tofore him for him needed never none

asking nor desiring of him to drink and, Now drink, said he, fully

delectably, and he quaffed as far as he might to their both's health

for he was a passing good man of his lustiness. And sir Leopold

that was the goodliest guest that ever sat in scholars' hall and

that was the meekest man and the kindest that ever laid husbandly

hand under hen and that was the very truest knight of the world

one that ever did minion service to lady gentle pledged him courtly in

the cup. Woman's woe with wonder pondering.
Now let us speak of that fellowship that was there to the intent to be

drunken an they might. There was a sort of scholars along either side the

board, that is to wit, Dixon yclept junior of saint Mary Merciable's with

other his fellows Lynch and Madden, scholars of medicine, and the franklin

that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa, one Crotthers, and young

Stephen that had mien of a frere that was at head of the board and

Costello that men clepen Punch Costello all long of a mastery of him

erewhile gested (and of all them, reserved young Stephen, he was the most

drunken that demanded still of more mead) and beside the meek sir

Leopold. But on young Malachi they waited for that he promised to

have come and such as intended to no goodness said how he had broke

his avow. And sir Leopold sat with them for he bore fast friendship

to sir Simon and to this his son young Stephen and for that his languor

becalmed him there after longest wanderings insomuch as they feasted

him for that time in the honourablest manner. Ruth red him, love led

on with will to wander, loth to leave.
For they were right witty scholars. And he heard their aresouns each gen

other as touching birth and righteousness, young Madden maintaining that

put such case it were hard the wife to die (for so it had fallen out a

matter of some year agone with a woman of Eblana in Horne's house that

now was trespassed out of this world and the self night next before her

death all leeches and pothecaries had taken counsel of her case). And

they said farther she should live because in the beginning, they said,

the woman should bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of this

imagination affirmed how young Madden had said truth for he had

conscience to let her die. And not few and of these was young Lynch were

in doubt that the world was now right evil governed as it was never other

howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the law nor his judges

did provide no remedy. A redress God grant. This was scant said but all

cried with one acclaim nay, by our Virgin Mother, the wife should live

and the babe to die. In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that head what

with argument and what for their drinking but the franklin Lenehan was

prompt each when to pour them ale so that at the least way mirth might

not lack. Then young Madden showed all the whole affair and said how that

she was dead and how for holy religion sake by rede of palmer and

bedesman and for a vow he had made to Saint Ultan of Arbraccan her

goodman husband would not let her death whereby they were all wondrous

grieved. To whom young Stephen had these words following: Murmur, sirs,

is eke oft among lay folk. Both babe and parent now glorify their Maker,

the one in limbo gloom, the other in purgefire. But, gramercy, what of

those Godpossibled souls that we nightly impossibilise, which is the sin

against the Holy Ghost, Very God, Lord and Giver of Life? For, sirs, he

said, our lust is brief. We are means to those small creatures within us

and nature has other ends than we. Then said Dixon junior to Punch

Costello wist he what ends. But he had overmuch drunken and the best word

he could have of him was that he would ever dishonest a woman whoso she

were or wife or maid or leman if it so fortuned him to be delivered of

his spleen of lustihead. Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa sang young

Malachi's praise of that beast the unicorn how once in the millennium he

cometh by his horn, the other all this while, pricked forward with their

jibes wherewith they did malice him, witnessing all and several by saint

Foutinus his engines that he was able to do any manner of thing that lay

in man to do. Thereat laughed they all right jocundly only young Stephen

and sir Leopold which never durst laugh too open by reason of a strange

humour which he would not bewray and also for that he rued for her that

bare whoso she might be or wheresoever. Then spake young Stephen orgulous

of mother Church that would cast him out of her bosom, of law of canons,

of Lilith, patron of abortions, of bigness wrought by wind of seeds of

brightness or by potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, as Virgilius

saith, by the influence of the occident or by the reek of moonflower or

an she lie with a woman which her man has but lain with, EFFECTU SECUTO,

or peradventure in her bath according to the opinions of Averroes and

Moses Maimonides. He said also how at the end of the second month a human

soul was infused and how in all our holy mother foldeth ever souls for

God's greater glory whereas that earthly mother which was but a dam to

bear beastly should die by canon for so saith he that holdeth the

fisherman's seal, even that blessed Peter on which rock was holy church

for all ages founded. All they bachelors then asked of sir Leopold would

he in like case so jeopard her person as risk life to save life. A

wariness of mind he would answer as fitted all and, laying hand to jaw,

he said dissembling, as his wont was, that as it was informed him, who

had ever loved the art of physic as might a layman, and agreeing also

with his experience of so seldomseen an accident it was good for that

mother Church belike at one blow had birth and death pence and in such

sort deliverly he scaped their questions. That is truth, pardy, said

Dixon, and, or I err, a pregnant word. Which hearing young Stephen was a

marvellous glad man and he averred that he who stealeth from the poor

lendeth to the Lord for he was of a wild manner when he was drunken and

that he was now in that taking it appeared eftsoons.
But sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word by cause he still had

pity of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in their labour and

as he was minded of his good lady Marion that had borne him an only

manchild which on his eleventh day on live had died and no man of art

could save so dark is destiny. And she was wondrous stricken of heart for

that evil hap and for his burial did him on a fair corselet of lamb's

wool, the flower of the flock, lest he might perish utterly and lie

akeled (for it was then about the midst of the winter) and now Sir

Leopold that had of his body no manchild for an heir looked upon him his

friend's son and was shut up in sorrow for his forepassed happiness and

as sad as he was that him failed a son of such gentle courage (for all

accounted him of real parts) so grieved he also in no less measure for

young Stephen for that he lived riotously with those wastrels and

murdered his goods with whores.


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