A running dog on the beach. Stephen thinks of Lochland raiders, and of ancient Dubliners attacking beached turlehide whales.

Just over halfway through Chapter 3, Proteus, we continue last week's passage. Sir Lout the gigant, and a live dog.

Stephen ascends from the tide, in both thought and motion, but finds only weeds, rocks, and rats. Louis Veuillot on Gautier, and an Arabian tale of sand and stone that may or may not be off-topic.

Stephen doesn't want to spend another night at Martello tower; luckily, his soul walks with him. Elsinore.

A return from Paris to Sandymount Strand, and the Kish lightship. Depressions in sand and soul, and time passing.

Paris still remembered on the Strand. Kevin Egan used to be a fine figure of a boy. Old bombs, old exiles, and old songs - and we're done with kevin Egan.

Continuing a paragraph, Kevin Egan in the Paris of Stephen's memory. Victoria and Maud Gonne, Millevoye and Faure. Bathtime. Next paragraph: the bomber smokes, and muses on the jailbreak of James Stephens.

Conversations in Paris. Dalcassians, Arthur Griffith, pimander. Stephen as his father's son in Kevin Egan's eyes. A shirt tells a story.

Stephen still remembers Paris with Kevin Egan and Patrice: gunpowder cigarettes, absinthe, milk, coffee, and postprandials.

The smell of Paris, a sensual meditation, and a bit of French farce. Giacomo Joyce.