"New highs for all!"

(540.13-542.12)  "Things are not as they were," says HCE at the beginning of today's reading, picking up where he left off in yesterday's reading in describing the changes to Dublin since his arrival.  "Let me briefly survey," he says, but it's not entirely 100 percent accurate to call his survey a brief one, since it looks like it will last for a couple of days' worth of readings for me.

HCE covers a number of subject areas related to the city which rests, as he says, "[o]n me, your sleeping giant."  The town is virtually free from crime, with "[b]laublaze devilbobs gone," "hairtrigger nicks . . . quite out of time," and "[t]huggeries . . . reere as glovars' metins."  The ladies, HCE says, can go out freely in the middle of day and later play hide-and-seek in the park.  Architecturally, the "spearing spires" of his "wellworth building" soar amid the town's seven hills.  A thriving economy has developed, and HCE has met all invaders "pepst to papst."  For the "sleeking beauties" he has "spinned their nightinveils," and dulcet sounds arise from the landscape.  Potatoes and berries are plentiful, and he collects clean rainwater in his "bathtub of roundwood" and conveys it "with cheers and cables, roaring mighty shouts, through my longertubes of elm."  At the end of today's passage, HCE notes that he has provided tramcars for the suburbanites and tea for the recovering alcoholics.