II - Chapter 11

Overall chapter impression:

Story: it's on!

Style: The narrator is now not only where the protagonist's action is. Bloom is walking while events are happening in a pub and the reader sees both sides.

Notes: (commentary and/or scribble I wrote to look at/up later)

Ummm, there's a horse going somewhere?
Dolores - look to Swinburne.
Tink cried to bronze. Who is Tink?
Morn is breaking: this morning or tomorrow?
Someone was up to no good!
In nome domine. 😁
Fernfoils of maidenhair. 😁🤣
What is a carra? Caracara? So a bird like a cock?
This has to be Sirens. Where is the singing?
Not yet. At four, she said. Molly and Blazes?

He's there? Oh, this is not how it goes.
Wait on. It was Dedalus? Oh. Which one? Oh, dad. Or is chips and thumbnails just a ruse? Later, not Dedalus.
Simon Playa!
Doaty: stupid
Fife notes again
Fingered shreds of maidenhair.
Douce is trilling. Sirens.
Who is Mr Lidwell?
Rhino means money, but nobody knows why.
Tink cried a dinner bell. Tink again. They cry a lot, whoever they are.
Mermaids. Sirens.
Left off clothes of all descriptions. Hyphen? But then it wouldn't be as funny.
Eau de Nil is not a clever way to say 'air'.
So many colours: bastard-amber, lusty gallant, sang-de-boeuf, melichrous, Isabella (ugh!), incarnadine (thanks Bill).
Gyved. Later - ungyved
There's the event talked about - I think.
Secretness? Secreteness? 😅
Tepping is not a thing, but all the other words sit well in context.
Ray of hope is... Beaming. I see what you did there.
hopk?? Cork possibly?, ma non troppo.
The martha paragraph. Coincidence: it's the song.
high in the effulgence symbolistic.

Is Ben the siren? And/or Simon? Because BronzeGold aren't singing so they're not them.
But Bloom sang dumb. Yup.
Looks like 'chatting up the barmaids' is a traditional sport .
His math is off. Which means I'm probably missing something. Is the second equation a chord progression?
Sauce for the gander! Who was first?
Snakes hissss. How would an Irishman know?
Blowing your nose is musical. Only if you're a boy under 5. Lol, but a creaking door is not music, it's noise. Later: oh this is a set up for the fart jokes at chapter end
Malchus gets in somehow, or is Caiaphas the real focus?
'Blank face ...': is the thesis that women take on men in order to become defined somehow; else they despair? And further, they prefer the negative, perhaps due to overcompensation of too much (sickly sweet) displays of the (falsely) positive.
Three holes, ugh. Men are two holes. Whatever.
The virgin analogy doesn't hold up. There wouldn't be a 'fingered' step between virgin and non-virgin with faces.
Lol, ma non troppo polite. I'm learning to read you, Joyce. 😁
... red rose slowly sank red rose. Is that 3 actions, or 2 and a noun?
And now Lydia is erm, tugging the beer tap. Sensuously, no less.
Bloom's drunk, and angry and impotent - by choice.
More comic relief from that soap!
Is he walking out of a pub or a whorehouse?
Queer up there in the cockloft. 😁
Who is Dedalus talking to (x3). "Was he?", "Very" (to a sardine, twice). Out of nowhere, as far as I can tell.
I don't get the Lidwell joke about Molly and her voice.
How on earth is it yashmak???
Molly is an instrument?
Last sentence of the para should actually be first of the next, as Bloom is walking along.
... and the chapter ends with a fart! Nope, it's way more than that. It's a whole fart joke scene using Robert Emmet's last words.
Later: so the fart jokes begin with thoughts of the guy who wallops the big drum in Mickey Rooney's band. Later, even: nope, they start when Bloom mentions how gassy the cider is - but he may have been farting since before he walked out!

Stuff I don't get:

The 'tink' thing early in the chapter.

Who is Lionel again? I get the SimonLeopold bizzo, but I don't know (or can't remember) that third name.

And, in conclusion:

All of a sudden, I get the impression that most of the town - and me - sees Bloom as pitiful at best, or an object of ridicule. Joyce is mixing the real and the niche and it's confusing.

I'm think I have to reread Chapter 4. There are a lot of references to this morning. Is it really 4 o'clock already?