From 57ac1e50de6573d4d80c1e86883a87f0eab10055 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Ronan Crowley Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2017 11:00:38 +0100 Subject: [PATCH] Per #19. [incomplete] --- u15_circe.xml | 1542 ++++++++++++++++++++++++------------------------- 1 file changed, 771 insertions(+), 771 deletions(-) diff --git a/u15_circe.xml b/u15_circe.xml index f4473d5..07774c6 100755 --- a/u15_circe.xml +++ b/u15_circe.xml @@ -41,7 +41,7 @@ room lit by a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the hair of a scrofulous child. Cissy Caffrey's voice, still young, sings shrill from a lane.) -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

I gave it to Molly Because she was jolly, The leg of the duck, @@ -52,7 +52,7 @@ hoarse virago retorts.) The Virago

Signs on you, hairy arse. More power the Cavan girl.

 -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

More luck to me. Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet.(she sings)

I gave it to Nelly To stick in her belly, @@ -66,7 +66,7 @@

(jerks his finger) Way for the parson.

 Private Carr

(turns and calls) What ho, parson!

 -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

(her voice soaring higher)

She has it, she got it, Wherever she put it, @@ -74,59 +74,59 @@ (Stephen, flourishing the ashplant in his left hand, chants with joy the introit for paschal time. Lynch, his jockeycap low on his brow, attends him, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face.) -Stephen +Stephen

Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. Alleluia.

 (The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a doorway.) The Bawd

(her voice whispering huskily) Sst! Come here till I tell you. Maidenhead inside. Sst!

 -Stephen +Stephen

(altius aliquantulum) Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista.

 The Bawd

(spits in their trail her jet of venom) Trinity medicals. Fallopian tube. All prick and no pence.

 (Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with Bertha Supple, draws her shawl across her nostrils.) -Edy Boardman +Edy Boardman

(bickering) And says the one: I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his cometobed hat. Did you, says I. That's not for you to say, says I. You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The likes of her! Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the enginedriver, and lancecorporal Oliphant.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(triumphaliter) Salvi facti sunt.

 (He flourishes his ashplant, shivering the lamp image, shattering light over the world. A liver and white spaniel on the prowl slinks after him, growling. Lynch scares it with a kick.) -Lynch +Lynch

So that?

 -Stephen +Stephen

(looks behind) So that gesture, not music not odour, would be a universal language, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy, the structural rhythm.

 -Lynch +Lynch

Pornosophical philotheology. Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

 -Stephen +Stephen

We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love.

 -Lynch +Lynch

Ba!

 -Stephen +Stephen

Anyway, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug? This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. Hold my stick.

 -Lynch +Lynch

Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?

 -Stephen +Stephen

Lecherous lynx, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam.

 (Stephen thrusts the ashplant on him and slowly holds out his hands, his head going back till both hands are a span from his breast, down turned, in planes intersecting, the fingers about to part, the left being higher.) -Lynch +Lynch

Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the customhouse. Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk.

 (They pass. Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and, clasping, @@ -151,7 +151,7 @@ At Antonio Rabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the bright arclamp. He disappears. In a moment he reappears and hurries on.) -Bloom +Bloom

Fish and taters. N. g. Ah!

 (He disappears into Olhausen's, the porkbutcher's, under the downcoming rollshutter. A few moments later he emerges from @@ -160,14 +160,14 @@ other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper. He gasps, standing upright. Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his ribs and groans.) -Bloom +Bloom

Stitch in my side. Why did I run?

 (He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the lampset siding. The glow leaps again.) -Bloom +Bloom

What is that? A flasher? Searchlight.

 (He stands at Cormack's corner, watching.) -Bloom +Bloom

Aurora borealis or a steel foundry? Ah, the brigade, of course. South side anyhow. Big blaze. Might be his house. Beggar's bush. We're safe. (he hums cheerfully) London's burning, London's burning! On fire, on fire! @@ -180,7 +180,7 @@ grazing him, their bells rattling.) The Bells

Haltyaltyaltyall.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(halts erect, stung by a spasm) Ow!

 (He looks round, darts forward suddenly. Through rising fog a dragon sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon @@ -196,7 +196,7 @@

Hey, shitbreeches, are you doing the hat trick?

 (Bloom trickleaps to the curbstone and halts again. He brushes a mudflake from his cheek with a parcelled hand.) -Bloom +Bloom

No thoroughfare. Close shave that but cured the stitch. Must take up Sandow's exercises again. On the hands down. Insure against street accident too. The Providential. (he feels his trouser pocket) Poor @@ -213,22 +213,22 @@ (A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against O'Beirne's wall, a visage unknown, injected with dark mercury. From under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye.) -Bloom +Bloom

Bueñas noches, señorita Blanca. Que calle es esta?

 The Figure

(impassive, raises a signal arm) Password. Sraid Mabbot.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Haha. Merci. Esperanto. Slan leath. (he mutters) Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater.

 (He steps forward. A sackshouldered ragman bars his path. He steps left, ragsackman left.) -Bloom +Bloom

I beg.

 (He leaps right, sackragman right.) -Bloom +Bloom

I beg.

 (He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on.) -Bloom +Bloom

Keep to the right, right, right. If there is a signpost planted by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? I who lost my way and contributed to the columns of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest @@ -237,12 +237,12 @@ world.

 (Jacky Caffrey, hunted by Tommy Caffrey, runs full tilt against Bloom.) -Bloom +Bloom

O.

 (Shocked, on weak hams, he halts. Tommy and Jacky vanish there, there. Bloom pats with parcelled hands watchfob, pocketbookpocket, pursepoke, sweets of sin, potatosoap.) -Bloom +Bloom

Beware of pickpockets. Old thieves' dodge. Collide. Then snatch your purse.

 (The retriever approaches sniffing, nose to the ground. A sprawled @@ -250,37 +250,37 @@ caftan of an elder in Zion and a smokingcap with magenta tassels. Horned spectacles hang down at the wings of the nose. Yellow poison streaks are on the drawn face.) -Rudolph +Rudolph

Second halfcrown waste money today. I told you not go with drunken goy ever. So you catch no money.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(hides the crubeen and trotter behind his back and, crestfallen, feels warm and cold feetmeat) Ja, ich weiss, papachi.

 -Rudolph +Rudolph

What you making down this place? Have you no soul? (with feeble vulture talons he feels the silent face of Bloom) Are you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? Are you not my dear son Leopold who left the house of his father and left the god of his fathers Abraham and Jacob?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(with precaution) I suppose so, father. Mosenthal. All that's left of him.

 -Rudolph +Rudolph

(severely) One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. What you call them running chaps?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in youth's smart blue Oxford suit with white vestslips, narrowshouldered, in brown Alpine hat, wearing gent's sterling silver Waterbury keyless watch and double curb Albert with seal attached, one side of him coated with stiffening mud) Harriers, father. Only that once.

 -Rudolph +Rudolph

Once! Mud head to foot. Cut your hand open. Lockjaw. They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. You watch them chaps.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(weakly) They challenged me to a sprint. It was muddy. I slipped.

 -Rudolph +Rudolph

(with contempt) Goim nachez! Nice spectacles for your poor mother!

 -Bloom +Bloom

Mamma!

 -Ellen Bloom +Ellen Bloom

(in pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, grey mittens and cameo brooch, her plaited hair in a crispine net, appears over the staircase @@ -293,7 +293,7 @@ in his filled pockets but desists, muttering.) A Voice

(sharply) Poldy!

 -Bloom +Bloom

Who? (he ducks and wards off a blow clumsily) At your service.

 (He looks up. Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him. Opulent curves fill out her @@ -301,12 +301,12 @@ cummerbund girdles her. A white yashmak, violet in the night, covers her face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and raven hair.) -Bloom +Bloom

Molly!

 -Marion +Marion

Welly? Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me. (satirically) Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(shifts from foot to foot) No, no. Not the least little bit.

 (He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, questions, hopes, crubeens for her supper, things to tell her, excuse, desire, @@ -316,20 +316,20 @@ innumerable rungs climbs to his bobbing howdah. He ambles near with disgruntled hindquarters. Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her goldcurb wristbangles angriling, scolding him in Moorish.) -Marion +Marion

Nebrakada! Femininum!

 (The camel, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a tree a large mango fruit, offers it to his mistress, blinking, in his cloven hoof, then droops his head and, grunting, with uplifted neck, fumbles to kneel. Bloom stoops his back for leapfrog.) -Bloom +Bloom

I can give you ... I mean as your business menagerer .. Mrs Marion ..... if you ....

 -Marion +Marion

So you notice some change? (her hands passing slowly over her trinketed stomacher, a slow friendly mockery in her eyes) O Poldy, Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! Go and see life. See the wide world.

 -Bloom +Bloom

I was just going back for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. Shop closes early on Thursday. But the first thing in the morning. (he pats divers pockets) This moving kidney. Ah!

 @@ -340,19 +340,19 @@ He brightens the earth. I polish the sky.

 (The freckled face of Sweny, the druggist, appears in the disc of the soapsun.) -Sweny +Sweny

Three and a penny, please.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Yes. For my wife. Mrs Marion. Special recipe.

 -Marion +Marion

(softly) Poldy!

 -Bloom +Bloom

Yes, ma'am?

 -Marion +Marion

Ti trema un poco il cuore?

 (In disdain she saunters away, humming the duet from Don <lb n="150353"/>Giovanni, plump as a pampered pouter pigeon.) -Bloom +Bloom

Are you sure about that Voglio? I mean the pronunciati ....

 (He follows, followed by the sniffing terrier. The elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, the bristles of her chinmole glittering.) @@ -372,40 +372,40 @@ clothes sees us. Sixtyseven is a bitch.

 (Leering, Gerty MacDowell limps forward. She draws from behind, ogling, and shows coyly her bloodied clout.) -Gerty +Gerty

With all my worldly goods I thee and thou. (she murmurs) You did that. I hate you.

 -Bloom +Bloom

I? When? You're dreaming. I never saw you.

 The Bawd

Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Writing the gentleman false letters. Streetwalking and soliciting. Better for your mother take the strap to you at the bedpost, hussy like you.

 -Gerty +Gerty

(to Bloom) When you saw all the secrets of my bottom drawer. (she paws his sleeve, slobbering) Dirty married man! I love you for doing that to me.

 (She glides away crookedly. Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, stands in the causeway, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling in all her herbivorous buckteeth.) -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

Mr ...

 -Bloom +Bloom

(coughs gravely) Madam, when we last had this pleasure by letter dated the sixteenth instant ....

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

Mr Bloom! You down here in the haunts of sin! I caught you nicely! Scamp!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(hurriedly) Not so loud my name. Whatever do you think of me? Don't give me away. Walls have ears. How do you do? It's ages since I. You're looking splendid. Absolutely it. Seasonable weather we are having this time of year. Black refracts heat. Short cut home here. Interesting quarter. Rescue of fallen women. Magdalen asylum. I am the secretary .....

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(holds up a finger) Now, don't tell a big fib! I know somebody won't like that. O just wait till I see Molly! (slily) Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(looks behind) She often said she'd like to visit. Slumming. The exotic, you see. Negro servants in livery too if she had money. Othello black brute. Eugene Stratton. Even the bones and cornerman at the Livermore christies. @@ -425,55 +425,55 @@ (They whisk black masks from raw babby faces: then, chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they diddle diddle cakewalk dance away.) -Bloom +Bloom

(with a sour tenderish smile) A little frivol, shall we, if you are so inclined? Would you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a fraction of a second?

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(screams gaily) O, you ruck! You ought to see yourself!

 -Bloom +Bloom

For old sake' sake. I only meant a square party, a mixed marriage mingling of our different little conjugials. You know I had a soft corner for you. (gloomily) 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the dear gazelle.

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

Glory Alice, you do look a holy show! Killing simply. (she puts out her hand inquisitively) What are you hiding behind your back? Tell us, there's a dear.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(seizes her wrist with his free hand) Josie Powell that was, prettiest deb in Dublin. How time flies by! Do you remember, harking back in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Subject, what is in this snuffbox?

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

You were the lion of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. You were always a favourite with the ladies.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(squire of dames, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue masonic badge in his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of-pearl studs, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand) Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Ireland, home and beauty.

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

The dear dead days beyond recall. Love's old sweet song.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(meaningfully dropping his voice) I confess I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a little teapot at present.

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(gushingly) Tremendously teapot! London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me! (she rubs sides with him) After the parlour mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. Under the mistletoe. Two is company.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an amber halfmoon, his fingers and thumb passing slowly down to her soft moist meaty palm which she surrenders gently) The witching hour of night. I took the splinter out of this hand, carefully, slowly. (tenderly, as he slips on her finger a ruby ring) Là ci darem la mano.

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(in a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her brow with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, breathing quickly) Voglio e non ..... You're hot! You're scalding! The left hand nearest the heart.

 -Bloom +Bloom

When you made your present choice they said it was beauty and the beast. I can never forgive you for that. (his clenched fist at his brow) Think what it means. All you meant to me then. (hoarsely) Woman, it's breaking me!

 @@ -482,17 +482,17 @@ thrust out, muttering to right and left. Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the pall of the ace of spades, dogs him to left and right, doubled in laughter.) -Alf Bergan +Alf Bergan

(points jeering at the sandwichboards) U. p: up.

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(to Bloom) High jinks below stairs. (she gives him the glad eye) Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? You wanted to.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(shocked) Molly's best friend! Could you?

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(her pulpy tongue between her lips, offers a pigeon kiss) Hnhn. The answer is a lemon. Have you a little present for me there?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(offhandedly) Kosher. A snack for supper. The home without potted meat is incomplete. I was at Leah, Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. Unfortunately threw away the programme. Rattling good @@ -502,48 +502,48 @@ which a skull and crossbones are painted in white limewash. He opens it and shows it full of polonies, kippered herrings, Findon haddies and tightpacked pills.) -Richie +Richie

Best value in Dub.

 (Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands on the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait.) -Pat +Pat

(advances with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy) Steak and kidney. Bottle of lager. Hee hee hee. Wait till I wait.

 -Richie +Richie

Goodgod. Inev erate inall ....

 (With hanging head he marches doggedly forward. The navvy, lurching by, gores him with his flaming pronghorn.) -Richie +Richie

(with a cry of pain, his hand to his back) Ah! Bright's! Lights!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(points to the navvy) A spy. Don't attract attention. I hate stupid crowds. I am not on pleasure bent. I am in a grave predicament.

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story.

 -Bloom +Bloom

I want to tell you a little secret about how I came to be here. But you must never tell. Not even Molly. I have a most particular reason.

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(all agog) O, not for worlds.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Let's walk on. Shall us?

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

Let's.

 (The bawd makes an unheeded sign. Bloom walks on with Mrs Breen. The terrier follows, whining piteously, wagging his tail.) The Bawd

Jewman's melt!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in an oatmeal sporting suit, a sprig of woodbine in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white spats, fawn dustcoat on his arm, tawny red brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a grey billycock hat) Do you remember a long long time, years and years ago, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was weaned when we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was it?

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(in smart Saxe tailormade, white velours hat and spider veil) Leopardstown.

 -Bloom +Bloom

I mean, Leopardstown. And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old fiveseater shanderadan of a waggonette you were in your heyday then and you had @@ -551,29 +551,29 @@ Hayes advised you to buy because it was marked down to nineteen and eleven, a bit of wire and an old rag of velveteen, and I'll lay you what you like she did it on purpose ....

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

She did, of course, the cat! Don't tell me! Nice adviser!

 -Bloom +Bloom

Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the other ducky little tammy toque with the bird of paradise wing in it that I admired on you and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was a pity to kill it, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(squeezes his arm, simpers) Naughty cruel I was!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(low, secretly, ever more rapidly) And Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. Frankly, though she had her advisers or admirers, I never cared much for her style. She was ....

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

Too ....

 -Bloom +Bloom

Yes. And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the tea merchant, drove past us in a gig with his daughter, Dancer Moses was her name, and the poodle in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I ever heard or read or knew or came across ....

 -Mrs Breen +Mrs Breen

(eagerly) Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

 (She fades from his side. Followed by the whining dog he walks on towards hellsgates. In an archway a standing woman, bent forward, @@ -590,7 +590,7 @@

(guffaw with cleft palates) O jays!

 (Their paintspeckled hats wag. Spattered with size and lime of their lodges they frisk limblessly about him.) -Bloom +Bloom

Coincidence too. They think it funny. Anything but that. Broad daylight. Trying to walk. Lucky no woman.

 The Loiterers @@ -632,7 +632,7 @@ And free our native land.

 (He staggers forward, dragging them with him. Bloom stops, at fault. The dog approaches, his tongue outlolling, panting.) -Bloom +Bloom

Wildgoose chase this. Disorderly houses. Lord knows where they are gone. Drunks cover distance double quick. Nice mixup. Scene at Westland row. Then jump in first class with third ticket. Then too far. Train with engine @@ -654,7 +654,7 @@ of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in slow round ovalling wreaths.)

 The Wreaths

Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin.

 -Bloom +Bloom

My spine's a bit limp. Go or turn? And this food? Eat it and get all pigsticky. Absurd I am. Waste of money. One and eightpence too much. (The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hand, wagging his @@ -677,26 +677,26 @@ The Watch

Bloom. Of Bloom. For Bloom. Bloom.

 (Each lays hand on Bloom's shoulder.) -First Watch +First Watch

Caught in the act. Commit no nuisance.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(stammers) I am doing good to others.

 (A covey of gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their beaks.) The Gulls

Kaw kave kankury kake.

 -Bloom +Bloom

The friend of man. Trained by kindness.

 (He points. Bob Doran, toppling from a high barstool, sways over the munching spaniel.) -Bob Doran +Bob Doran

Towser. Give us the paw. Give the paw.

 (The bulldog growls, his scruff standing, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. Bob Doran falls silently into an area.) -Second Watch +Second Watch

Prevention of cruelty to animals.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(enthusiastically) A noble work! I scolded that tramdriver on Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab. Bad French I got for my pains. Of course it was frosty and the last tram. All tales of @@ -715,27 +715,27 @@ hyena. (he glares) I possess the Indian sign. The glint of my eye does it with these breastsparklers. (with a bewitching smile) I now introduce Mademoiselle Ruby, the pride of the ring.

 -First Watch +First Watch

Come. Name and address.

 -Bloom +Bloom

I have forgotten for the moment. Ah, yes! (he takes off his high grade hat, saluting) Dr Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon. You have heard of von Blum Pasha. Umpteen millions. Donnerwetter! Owns half Austria. Egypt. Cousin.

 -First Watch +First Watch

Proof.

 (A card falls from inside the leather headband of Bloom's hat.) -Bloom +Bloom

(in red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad green sash, wearing a false badge of the Legion of Honour, picks up the card hastily and offers it) Allow me. My club is the Junior Army and Navy. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

 -First Watch +First Watch

(reads) Henry Flower. No fixed abode. Unlawfully watching and besetting.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

An alibi. You are cautioned.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(produces from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower) This is the flower in question. It was given me by a man I don't know his name. (plausibly) You know that old joke, rose of Castile. Bloom. The change of @@ -749,30 +749,30 @@ (A dark mercurialised face appears, leading a veiled figure.) The Dark Mercury

The Castle is looking for him. He was drummed out of the army.

 -Martha +Martha

(thickveiled, a crimson halter round her neck, a copy of the Irish Times in her hand, in tone of reproach, pointing) Henry! Leopold! Lionel, thou lost one! Clear my name.

 -First Watch +First Watch

(sternly) Come to the station.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(scared, hats himself, steps back, then, plucking at his heart and lifting his right forearm on the square, he gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft) No, no, worshipful master, light of love. Mistaken identity. The Lyons mail. Lesurques and Dubosc. You remember the Childs fratricide case. We medical men. By striking him dead with a hatchet. I am wrongfully accused. Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned.

 -Martha +Martha

(sobbing behind her veil) Breach of promise. My real name is Peggy Griffin. He wrote to me that he was miserable. I'll tell my brother, the Bective rugger fullback, on you, heartless flirt.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(behind his hand) She's drunk. The woman is inebriated. (he murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim) Shitbroleeth.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

(tears in his eyes, to Bloom) You ought to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Gentlemen of the jury, let me explain. A pure mare's nest. I am a man misunderstood. I am being made a scapegoat of. I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my character. I live in Eccles street. My wife, I am @@ -780,9 +780,9 @@ gentleman, what do you call him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles. Got his majority for the heroic defence of Rorke's Drift.

 -First Watch +First Watch

Regiment.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(turns to the gallery) The royal Dublins, boys, the salt of the earth, known the world over. I think I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. The R. D. F., with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our @@ -790,16 +790,16 @@ service of our sovereign.

 A Voice

Turncoat! Up the Boers! Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(his hand on the shoulder of the first watch) My old dad too was a J. P. I'm as staunch a Britisher as you are, sir. I fought with the colours for king and country in the absentminded war under general Gough in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was mentioned in dispatches. I did all a white man could. (with quiet feeling) Jim Bludso. Hold her nozzle again the bank.

 -First Watch +First Watch

Profession or trade.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Well, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. In fact we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which I am the inventor, something that is an entirely new departure. I am connected with the British @@ -808,7 +808,7 @@ scarlet beak blazes within the aureole of his straw hat. He dangles a hank of Spanish onions in one hand and holds with the other hand a telephone receiver nozzle to his ear.) -Myles Crawford +Myles Crawford

(his cock's wattles wagging) Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Hello. <lb n="150812"/>Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. Paralyse Europe. You which? Bluebags? Who writes? Is it Bloom?

 @@ -826,7 +826,7 @@ gem, the love passages in which are beneath suspicion. The Beaufoy books of love and great possessions, with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(murmurs with hangdog meekness glum) That bit about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if I may ...

 Beaufoy @@ -837,7 +837,7 @@ witnesses' fees, shan't we? We are considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny, this jackdaw of Rheims, who has not even been to a university.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(indistinctly) University of life. Bad art.

 Beaufoy

(shouts) It's a damnably foul lie, showing the moral rottenness of the man! @@ -847,49 +847,49 @@ A Voice from the Gallery

Moses, Moses, king of the jews, Wiped his arse in the Daily News.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(bravely) Overdrawn.

 Beaufoy

You low cad! You ought to be ducked in the horsepond, you rotter! (to the court) Why, look at the man's private life! Leading a quadruple existence! Street angel and house devil. Not fit to be mentioned in mixed society! The archconspirator of the age!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(to the court) And he, a bachelor, how ...

 -First Watch +First Watch

The King versus Bloom. Call the woman Driscoll.

 The Crier

Mary Driscoll, scullerymaid!

 (Mary Driscoll, a slipshod servant girl, approaches. She has a bucket on the crook of her arm and a scouringbrush in her hand.) -Second Watch +Second Watch

Another! Are you of the unfortunate class?

 -Mary Driscoll +Mary Driscoll

(indignantly) I'm not a bad one. I bear a respectable character and was four months in my last place. I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I had to leave owing to his carryings on.

 -First Watch +First Watch

What do you tax him with?

 -Mary Driscoll +Mary Driscoll

He made a certain suggestion but I thought more of myself as poor as I am.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his hair rumpled: softly) I treated you white. I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. Incautiously I took your part when you were accused of pilfering. There's a medium in all things. Play cricket.

 -Mary Driscoll +Mary Driscoll

(excitedly) As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oylsters!

 -First Watch +First Watch

The offence complained of? Did something happen?

 -Mary Driscoll +Mary Driscoll

He surprised me in the rere of the premises, Your honour, when the missus was out shopping one morning with a request for a safety pin. He held me and I was discoloured in four places as a result. And he interfered twict with my clothing.

 -Bloom +Bloom

She counterassaulted.

 -Mary Driscoll +Mary Driscoll

(scornfully) I had more respect for the scouringbrush, so I had. I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and he remarked: keep it quiet.

 (General laughter.) @@ -925,7 +925,7 @@ that they cannot hear.) Longhand and Shorthand

(without looking up from their notebooks) Loosen his boots.

 -Professor MacHugh +Professor MacHugh

(from the presstable, coughs and calls) Cough it up, man. Get it out in bits.

 (The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and the bucket. A large bucket. Bloom himself. Bowel trouble. In Beaver street. Gripe, yes. @@ -936,7 +936,7 @@ Uproar and catcalls. Bloom in a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash, dinged silk hat sideways on his head, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose, talks inaudibly.) -J. J. O'Molloy +J. J. O'Molloy

(in barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a voice of pained protest) This is no place for indecent levity at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. We are not in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag @@ -954,7 +954,7 @@ between the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Not all there, in fact.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in lascar's vest and trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his tiny mole's eyes and looks about him dazedly, passing a slow hand across his forehead. Then he hitches his belt sailor fashion and @@ -964,7 +964,7 @@ Blingee pigfoot evly night Payee two shilly ....

 (He is howled down.) -J. J. O'Molloy +J. J. O'Molloy

(hotly to the populace) This is a lonehand fight. By Hades, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. The Mosaic code has superseded the law of the @@ -982,20 +982,20 @@ He is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor, slides of which will now be shown. (to Bloom) I suggest that you will do the handsome thing.

 -Bloom +Bloom

A penny in the pound.

 (The image of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the wall. Moses Dlugacz, ferreteyed albino, in blue dungarees, stands up in the gallery, holding in each hand an orange citron and a pork kidney.) -Dlugacz +Dlugacz

(hoarsely) Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W. 13.

 (J. J. O'Molloy steps on to a low plinth and holds the lapel of his coat with solemnity. His face lengthens, grows pale and bearded, with sunken eyes, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John F. Taylor. He applies his handkerchief to his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood.) -J. J. O'Molloy +J. J. O'Molloy

(almost voicelessly) Excuse me. I am suffering from a severe chill, have recently come from a sickbed. A few wellchosen words. (He assumes the avine head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of Seymour @@ -1004,14 +1004,14 @@ soultransfiguring deserves to live I say accord the prisoner at the bar the sacred benefit of the doubt.

 (A paper with something written on it is handed into court.) -Bloom +Bloom

(in court dress) Can give best references. Messrs Callan, Coleman. Mr Wisdom Hely J. P. My old chief Joe Cuffe. Mr V. B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin. I have moved in the charmed circle of the highest .... Queens of Dublin society. (carelessly) I was just chatting this afternoon at the viceregal lodge to my old pals, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal, at the levee. Sir Bob, I said ......

 -Mrs Yelverton Barry +Mrs Yelverton Barry

(in lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing a sabletrimmed brickquilted dolman, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in her hair) Arrest him, constable. He wrote me an anonymous @@ -1023,7 +1023,7 @@ four p.m. on the following Thursday, Dunsink time. He offered to send me through the post a work of fiction by Monsieur Paul de Kock, entitled The <lb n="151024"/>Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays.

 -Mrs Bellingham +Mrs Bellingham

(in cap and seal coney mantle, wrapped up to the nose, steps out of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell quizzing-glasses which she takes from inside her huge opossum muff) Also to me. Yes, I believe it is the same @@ -1034,15 +1034,15 @@ on the heights, as he said, in my honour. I had it examined by a botanical expert and elicited the information that it was a blossom of the homegrown potato plant purloined from a forcingcase of the model farm.

 -Mrs Yelverton Barry +Mrs Yelverton Barry

Shame on him!

 (A crowd of sluts and ragamuffins surges forward.) The Sluts and Ragamuffins

(screaming) Stop thief! Hurrah there, Bluebeard! Three cheers for Ikey Mo!

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

(produces handcuffs) Here are the darbies.

 -Mrs Bellingham +Mrs Bellingham

He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome compliments as a Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my frostbound coachman Palmer while in the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his @@ -1055,7 +1055,7 @@ up. He urged me (stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me) to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity.

 -The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys +The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys

(in amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up and hunting crop with which she strikes her welt constantly) Also me. Because @@ -1072,57 +1072,57 @@ me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to chastise him as he richly deserves, to bestride and ride him, to give him a most vicious horsewhipping.

 -Mrs Bellingham +Mrs Bellingham

Me too.

 -Mrs Yelverton Barry +Mrs Yelverton Barry

Me too.

 (Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper letters received from Bloom.) -The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys +The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys

(stamps her jingling spurs in a sudden paroxysm of fury) I will, by the God above me. I'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I can stand over him. I'll flay him alive.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(his eyes closing, quails expectantly) Here? (he squirms) Again! (he pants cringing) I love the danger.

 -The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys +The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys

Very much so! I'll make it hot for you. I'll make you dance Jack Latten for that.

 -Mrs Bellingham +Mrs Bellingham

Tan his breech well, the upstart! Write the stars and stripes on it!

 -Mrs Yelverton Barry +Mrs Yelverton Barry

Disgraceful! There's no excuse for him! A married man!

 -Bloom +Bloom

All these people. I meant only the spanking idea. A warm tingling glow without effusion. Refined birching to stimulate the circulation.

 -The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys +The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys

(laughs derisively) O, did you, my fine fellow? Well, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.

 -Mrs Bellingham +Mrs Bellingham

(shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses vindictively) Make him smart, Hanna dear. Give him ginger. Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life. The cat-o'-nine-tails. Geld him. Vivisect him.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(shuddering, shrinking, joins his hands: with hangdog mien) O cold! O shivery! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once. (he offers the other cheek)

 -Mrs Yelverton Barry +Mrs Yelverton Barry

(severely) Don't do so on any account, Mrs Talboys! He should be soundly trounced!

 -The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys +The Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys

(unbuttoning her gauntlet violently) I'll do no such thing. Pigdog and always was ever since he was pupped! To dare address me! I'll flog him black and blue in the public streets. I'll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a wellknown cuckold. (she swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the air) Take down his trousers without loss of time. Come here, sir! Quick! Ready?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(trembling, beginning to obey) The weather has been so warm.

 (Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes with a bevy of barefoot newsboys.) -Davy Stephens +Davy Stephens

<lb n="151125"/>Messenger of the Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement. Containing the new addresses of all the cuckolds in Dublin.

 @@ -1142,18 +1142,18 @@ Simon Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Henry Menton, Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the featureless face of a Nameless One.) -The Nameless One +The Nameless One

Bareback riding. Weight for age. Gob, he organised her.

 The Jurors

(all their heads turned to his voice) Really?

 -The Nameless One +The Nameless One

(snarls) Arse over tip. Hundred shillings to five.

 The Jurors

(all their heads lowered in assent) Most of us thought as much.

 -First Watch +First Watch

He is a marked man. Another girl's plait cut. Wanted: Jack the Ripper. A thousand pounds reward.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

(awed, whispers) And in black. A mormon. Anarchist.

 The Crier

(loudly) Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a wellknown @@ -1164,7 +1164,7 @@ garb of grey stone rises from the bench, stonebearded. He bears in his arms an umbrella sceptre. From his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns.) -The Recorder +The Recorder

I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this odious pest. Scandalous! (he dons the black cap) Let him be taken, Mr Subsheriff, from the dock where he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy @@ -1173,7 +1173,7 @@ your soul. Remove him.

 (A black skullcap descends upon his head. The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, smoking a pungent Henry Clay.) -Long John Fanning +Long John Fanning

(scowls and calls with rich rolling utterance) Who'll hang Judas Iscariot?

 (H. Rumbold, master barber, in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, a rope coiled over his shoulder, mounts the block. A @@ -1185,49 +1185,49 @@ (The bells of George's church toll slowly, loud dark iron.) The Bells

Heigho! Heigho!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(desperately) Wait. Stop. Gulls. Good heart. I saw. Innocence. Girl in the monkeyhouse. Zoo. Lewd chimpanzee. (breathlessly) Pelvic basin. Her artless blush unmanned me. (overcome with emotion) I left the precincts. (he turns to a figure in the crowd, appealing) Hynes, may I speak to you? You know me. That three shillings you can keep. If you want a little more .....

 -Hynes +Hynes

(coldly) You are a perfect stranger.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

(points to the corner) The bomb is here.

 -First Watch +First Watch

Infernal machine with a time fuse.

 -Bloom +Bloom

No, no. Pig's feet. I was at a funeral.

 -First Watch +First Watch

(draws his truncheon) Liar!

 (The beagle lifts his snout, showing the grey scorbutic face of Paddy Dignam. He has gnawed all. He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath. He grows to human size and shape. His dachshund coat becomes a brown mortuary habit. His green eye flashes bloodshot. Half of one ear, all the nose and both thumbs are ghouleaten.) -Paddy Dignam +Paddy Dignam

(in a hollow voice) It is true. It was my funeral. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes.

 (He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.) -Bloom +Bloom

(in triumph) You hear?

 -Paddy Dignam +Paddy Dignam

Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. List, list, O list!

 -Bloom +Bloom

The voice is the voice of Esau.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

(blesses himself) How is that possible?

 -First Watch +First Watch

It is not in the penny catechism.

 -Paddy Dignam +Paddy Dignam

By metempsychosis. Spooks.

 A Voice

O rocks.

 -Paddy Dignam +Paddy Dignam

(earnestly) Once I was in the employ of Mr J. H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk. Now I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. Hard lines. The poor wife was @@ -1238,28 +1238,28 @@ holding a bunch of keys tied with crape. Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding sleepily a staff of twisted poppies.) -Father Coffey +Father Coffey

(yawns, then chants with a hoarse croak) Namine. Jacobs. Vobiscuits. Amen.

 -John O'Connell +John O'Connell

(foghorns stormily through his megaphone) Dignam, Patrick T, deceased.

 -Paddy Dignam +Paddy Dignam

(with pricked up ears, winces) Overtones. (he wriggles forward and places an ear to the ground) My master's voice!

 -John O'Connell +John O'Connell

Burial docket letter number U. P. eightyfive thousand. Field seventeen. House of Keys. Plot, one hundred and one.

 (Paddy Dignam listens with visible effort, thinking, his tail stiffpointed, his ears cocked.) -Paddy Dignam +Paddy Dignam

Pray for the repose of his soul.

 (He worms down through a coalhole, his brown habit trailing its tether over rattling pebbles. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a grey carapace. Dignam's voice, -muffled, is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone +muffled, is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below. Tom Rochford, robinredbreasted, in cap and breeches, jumps from his twocolumned machine.) -Tom Rochford +Tom Rochford

(a hand to his breastbone, bows) Reuben J. A florin I find him. (he fixes the manhole with a resolute stare) My turn now on. Follow me up to Carlow.

 @@ -1275,52 +1275,52 @@ Leopopold! (twittering) Leeolee! (warbling) O Leo!

 (They rustle, flutter upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.) -Bloom +Bloom

A man's touch. Sad music. Church music. Perhaps here.

 (Zoe Higgins, a young whore in a sapphire slip, closed with three bronze buckles, a slim black velvet fillet round her throat, nods, trips down the steps and accosts him.) -Zoe +Zoe

Are you looking for someone? He's inside with his friend.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Is this Mrs Mack's?

 -Zoe +Zoe

No, eightyone. Mrs Cohen's. You might go farther and fare worse. Mother Slipperslapper. (familiarly) She's on the job herself tonight with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford. Working overtime but her luck's turned today. (suspiciously) You're not his father, are you?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Not I!

 -Zoe +Zoe

You both in black. Has little mousey any tickles tonight?

 (His skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach. A hand glides over his left thigh.) -Zoe +Zoe

How's the nuts?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Off side. Curiously they are on the right. Heavier, I suppose. One in a million my tailor, Mesias, says.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(in sudden alarm) You've a hard chancre.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Not likely.

 -Zoe +Zoe

I feel it.

 (Her hand slides into his left trouser pocket and brings out a hard black shrivelled potato. She regards it and Bloom with dumb moist lips.) -Bloom +Bloom

A talisman. Heirloom.

 -Zoe +Zoe

For Zoe? For keeps? For being so nice, eh?

 (She puts the potato greedily into a pocket then links his arm, cuddling him with supple warmth. He smiles uneasily. Slowly, note by note, oriental music is played. He gazes in the tawny crystal of her eyes, ringed with kohol. His smile softens.) -Zoe +Zoe

You'll know me the next time.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(forlornly) I never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to ....

 (Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves. Aroma rises, @@ -1329,30 +1329,30 @@ nude, white, still, cool, in luxury. A fountain murmurs among damask roses. Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring.) -Zoe +Zoe

(murmuring singsong with the music, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater) Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(fascinated) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.

 -Zoe +Zoe

And you know what thought did?

 (She bites his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, sending on him a cloying breath of stale garlic. The roses draw apart, disclose a sepulchre of the gold of kings and their mouldering bones.) -Bloom +Bloom

(draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a flat awkward hand) Are you a Dublin girl?

 -Zoe +Zoe

(catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil) No bloody fear. I'm English. Have you a swaggerroot?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(as before) Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now and then. Childish device. (lewdly) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Go on. Make a stump speech out of it.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in workman's corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap) Mankind is incorrigible. Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by @@ -1363,7 +1363,7 @@ (Midnight chimes from distant steeples.) The Chimes

Turn again, Leopold! Lord mayor of Dublin!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in alderman's gown and chain) Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline, I say, from the cattlemarket to the river. That's the music of the future. That's my @@ -1387,7 +1387,7 @@ Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom.

 Councillor Lorcan Sherlock

Carried unanimously.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(impassionedly) These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they? Machines is their cry, their chimera, their panacea. Laboursaving apparatuses, supplanters, @@ -1474,14 +1474,14 @@ Leopold the First!

 All

God save Leopold the First!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in dalmatic and purple mantle, to the bishop of Down and Connor, with dignity) Thanks, somewhat eminent sir.

 William, Archbishop of Armagh

(in purple stock and shovel hat) Will you to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your judgments in Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(placing his right hand on his testicles, swears) So may the Creator deal with me. All this I promise to do.

 Michael, Archbishop of Armagh @@ -1501,7 +1501,7 @@ diamond. His palfrey neighs. Immediate silence. Wireless intercontinental and interplanetary transmitters are set for reception of message.) -Bloom +Bloom

My subjects! We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we have this day repudiated our former spouse and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess @@ -1510,19 +1510,19 @@ Black Maria. The princess Selene, in moonblue robes, a silver crescent on her head, descends from a Sedan chair, borne by two giants. An outburst of cheering.) -John Howard Parnell +John Howard Parnell

(raises the royal standard) Illustrious Bloom! Successor to my famous brother!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(embraces John Howard Parnell) We thank you from our heart, John, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the promised land of our common ancestors.

 (The freedom of the city is presented to him embodied in a charter. The keys of Dublin, crossed on a crimson cushion, are given to him. He shows all that he is wearing green socks.) -Tom Kernan +Tom Kernan

You deserve it, your honour.

 -Bloom +Bloom

On this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. Half a league onward! They charge! All is lost now! Do we @@ -1531,7 +1531,7 @@ Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a man.

 The Chapel of Freeman Typesetters

Hear! Hear!

 -John Wyse Nolan +John Wyse Nolan

There's the man that got away James Stephens.

 A Bluecoat Schoolboy

Bravo!

 @@ -1539,7 +1539,7 @@

You're a credit to your country, sir, that's what you are.

 An Applewoman

He's a man like Ireland wants.

 -Bloom +Bloom

My beloved subjects, a new era is about to dawn. I, Bloom, tell you verily it is even now at hand. Yea, on the word of a Bloom, ye shall ere long enter into the golden city which is to be, the new Bloomusalem in the Nova @@ -1561,7 +1561,7 @@ The Man in the Macintosh

Don't you believe a word he says. That man is Leopold M'Intosh, the notorious fireraiser. His real name is Higgins.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Shoot him! Dog of a christian! So much for M'Intosh!

 (A cannonshot. The man in the macintosh disappears. Bloom with his sceptre strikes down poppies. The instantaneous deaths of many @@ -1595,9 +1595,9 @@ Cakes in his pocket for Leo alone.

 (Bloom, bending down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the stomach.) -Baby Boardman +Baby Boardman

(hiccups, curdled milk flowing from his mouth) Hajajaja.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(shaking hands with a blind stripling) My more than Brother! (placing his arms round the shoulders of an old couple) Dear old friends! (he plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls) Peep! Bopeep! (he wheels @@ -1614,75 +1614,75 @@ fellow, not at all! (he gives his coat to a beggar) Please accept. (he takes part in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples) Come on, boys! Wriggle it, girls!

 -The Citizen +The Citizen

(choked with emotion, brushes aside a tear in his emerald muffler) May the good God bless him!

 (The rams' horns sound for silence. The standard of Zion is hoisted.) -Bloom +Bloom

(uncloaks impressively, revealing obesity, unrolls a paper and reads solemnly) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

 (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) -Jimmy Henry +Jimmy Henry

The Court of Conscience is now open. His Most Catholic Majesty will now administer open air justice. Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems. All cordially invited. Given at this our loyal city of Dublin in the year 1 of the Paradisiacal Era.

 -Paddy Leonard +Paddy Leonard

What am I to do about my rates and taxes?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Pay them, my friend.

 -Paddy Leonard +Paddy Leonard

Thank you.

 -Nosey Flynn +Nosey Flynn

Can I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(obdurately) Sirs, take notice that by the law of torts you are bound over in your own recognisances for six months in the sum of five pounds.

 -J. J. O'Molloy +J. J. O'Molloy

A Daniel did I say? Nay! A Peter O'Brien!

 -Nosey Flynn +Nosey Flynn

Where do I draw the five pounds?

 -Pisser Burke +Pisser Burke

For bladder trouble?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims Tinct. nux vom., 5 minims Extr. taraxel. liq., 30 minims. Aq. dis. ter in die.

 -Chris Callinan +Chris Callinan

What is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Pleased to hear from you, Chris. K. 11.

 -Joe Hynes +Joe Hynes

Why aren't you in uniform?

 -Bloom +Bloom

When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the Austrian despot in a dank prison where was yours?

 -Ben Dollard +Ben Dollard

Pansies?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Embellish (beautify) suburban gardens.

 -Ben Dollard +Ben Dollard

When twins arrive?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Father (pater, dad) starts thinking.

 -Larry O'Rourke +Larry O'Rourke

An eightday licence for my new premises. You remember me, sir Leo, when you were in number seven. I'm sending around a dozen of stout for the missus.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(coldly) You have the advantage of me. Lady Bloom accepts no presents.

 -Crofton +Crofton

This is indeed a festivity.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(solemnly) You call it a festivity. I call it a sacrament.

 -Alexander Keyes +Alexander Keyes

When will we have our own house of keys?

 -Bloom +Bloom

I stand for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten commandments. New worlds for old. Union of all, jew, moslem and gentile. Three acres and a cow for all children of nature. Saloon motor hearses. @@ -1692,13 +1692,13 @@ bonuses for all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood. No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. Free money, free rent, free love and a free lay church in a free lay state.

 -O'Madden Burke +O'Madden Burke

Free fox in a free henroost.

 -Davy Byrne +Davy Byrne

(yawning) Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

 -Bloom +Bloom

Mixed races and mixed marriage.

 -Lenehan +Lenehan

What about mixed bathing?

 (Bloom explains to those near him his schemes for social regeneration. All agree with him. The keeper of the Kildare street @@ -1709,36 +1709,36 @@ Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the People.) -Father Farley +Father Farley

He is an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith.

 -Mrs Riordan +Mrs Riordan

(tears up her will) I'm disappointed in you! You bad man!

 -Mother Grogan +Mother Grogan

(removes her boot to throw it at Bloom) You beast! You abominable person!

 -Nosey Flynn +Nosey Flynn

Give us a tune, Bloom. One of the old sweet songs.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(with rollicking humour) I vowed that I never would leave her, She turned out a cruel deceiver. With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.

 -Hoppy Holohan +Hoppy Holohan

Good old Bloom! There's nobody like him after all.

 -Paddy Leonard +Paddy Leonard

Stage Irishman!

 -Bloom +Bloom

What railway opera is like a tramline in Gibraltar? The Rows of Casteele.

 (Laughter.) -Lenehan +Lenehan

Plagiarist! Down with Bloom!

 The Veiled Sibyl

(enthusiastically) I'm a Bloomite and I glory in it. I believe in him in spite of all. I'd give my life for him, the funniest man on earth.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(winks at the bystanders) I bet she's a bonny lassie.

 -Theodore Purefoy +Theodore Purefoy

(in fishingcap and oilskin jacket) He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

 The Veiled Sibyl @@ -1750,7 +1750,7 @@ Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads in gasovens, hanging themselves in stylish garters, leaping from windows of different storeys.) -Alexander J Dowie +Alexander J Dowie

(violently) Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian men. A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of @@ -1765,14 +1765,14 @@ from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little or no commercial value, hambones, condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, stale bread, sheep's tails, odd pieces of fat.) -Bloom +Bloom

(excitedly) This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. By heaven, I am guiltless as the unsunned snow! It was my brother Henry. He is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. Slander, the viper, has wrongfully accused me. Fellowcountrymen, sgeul i mbarr bata coisde gan capall. I call on my old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to give medical testimony on my behalf.

 -Dr Mulligan +Dr Mulligan

(in motor jerkin, green motorgoggles on his brow) Dr Bloom is bisexually abnormal. He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen. Born out of bedlock hereditary epilepsy is present, the @@ -1786,16 +1786,16 @@ 5427 anal, axillary, pectoral and pubic hairs, I declare him to be virgo intacta.

 (Bloom holds his high grade hat over his genital organs.) -Dr Madden +Dr Madden

Hypsospadia is also marked. In the interest of coming generations I suggest that the parts affected should be preserved in spirits of wine in the national teratological museum.

 -Dr Crotthers +Dr Crotthers

I have examined the patient's urine. It is albuminoid. Salivation is insufficient, the patellar reflex intermittent.

 -Dr Punch Costello +Dr Punch Costello

The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

 -Dr Dixon +Dr Dixon

(reads a bill of health) Professor Bloom is a finished example of the new womanly man. His moral nature is simple and lovable. Many have found him a dear man, a dear person. He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, @@ -1814,9 +1814,9 @@ coins, blank cheques, banknotes, jewels, treasury bonds, maturing bills of exchange, I. O. U's, wedding rings, watchchains, lockets, necklaces and bracelets are rapidly collected.) -Bloom +Bloom

O, I so want to be a mother.

 -Mrs Thornton +Mrs Thornton

(in nursetender's gown) Embrace me tight, dear. You'll be soon over it. Tight, dear.

 (Bloom embraces her tightly and bears eight male yellow and white @@ -1833,11 +1833,11 @@ of hotel syndicates.) A Voice

Bloom, are you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(darkly) You have said it.

 Brother Buzz

Then perform a miracle like Father Charles.

 -Bantam Lyons +Bantam Lyons

Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger.

 (Bloom walks on a net, covers his left eye with his left ear, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the top @@ -1877,7 +1877,7 @@

(shakes a rattle) And under Ballybough bridge?

 A Hollybush

And in the devil's glen?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(blushes furiously all over from frons to nates, three tears falling from his left eye) Spare my past.

 The Irish Evicted Tenants @@ -1908,9 +1908,9 @@

Belial! Laemlein of Istria, the false Messiah! Abulafia! Recant!

 (George R Mesias, Bloom's tailor, appears, a tailor's goose under his arm, presenting a bill.) -Mesias +Mesias

To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(rubs his hands cheerfully) Just like old times. Poor Bloom!

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@@ -1919,7 +1919,7 @@ (Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded Iscariot, bad shepherd, bearing on his shoulders the drowned corpse of his son, approaches the pillory.) -Reuben J +Reuben J

(whispers hoarsely) The squeak is out. A split is gone for the flatties. Nip the first rattler.

 The Fire Brigade @@ -1930,9 +1930,9 @@ him over to the civil power, saying) Forgive him his trespasses.

 (Lieutenant Myers of the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom. Lamentations.) -The Citizen +The Citizen

Thank heaven!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in a seamless garment marked I. H. S. stands upright amid phoenix flames) Weep not for me, O daughters of Erin. (he exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning)

 @@ -1955,9 +1955,9 @@ sings the chorus from Handel's Messiah Alleluia for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth, accompanied on the organ by Joseph Glynn. Bloom becomes mute, shrunken, carbonised.) -Zoe +Zoe

Talk away till you're black in the face.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the band, dusty brogues, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his hand, leading a black bogoak pig by a sugaun, with a smile in his eye) Let me be going now, woman of the house, @@ -1967,48 +1967,48 @@ it peacefully. They can live on. (he gazes far away mournfully) I am ruined. A few pastilles of aconite. The blinds drawn. A letter. Then lie back to rest. (he breathes softly) No more. I have lived. Fare. Farewell.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(stiffly, her finger in her neckfillet) Honest? Till the next time. (she sneers) Suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or came too quick with your best girl. O, I can read your thoughts!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(bitterly) Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork and bottle. I'm sick of it. Let everything rip.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(in sudden sulks) I hate a rotter that's insincere. Give a bleeding whore a chance.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(repentantly) I am very disagreeable. You are a necessary evil. Where are you from? London?

 -Zoe +Zoe

(glibly) Hog's Norton where the pigs plays the organs. I'm Yorkshire born. (she holds his hand which is feeling for her nipple) I say, Tommy Tittlemouse. Stop that and begin worse. Have you cash for a short time? Ten shillings?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(smiles, nods slowly) More, houri, more.

 -Zoe +Zoe

And more's mother? (she pats him offhandedly with velvet paws) Are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? Come and I'll peel off.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(feeling his occiput dubiously with the unparalleled embarrassment of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her peeled pears) Somebody would be dreadfully jealous if she knew. The greeneyed monster. (earnestly) You know how difficult it is. I needn't tell you.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(flattered) What the eye can't see the heart can't grieve for. (she pats him) Come.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Laughing witch! The hand that rocks the cradle.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Babby!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles with a chubby finger, his moist tongue lolling and lisping) One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone.

 The Buckles

Love me. Love me not. Love me.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Silent means consent. (With little parted talons she captures his hand, her forefinger giving to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to doom.) Hot hands cold gizzard.

 @@ -2022,12 +2022,12 @@ (Zoe and Bloom reach the doorway where two sister whores are seated. They examine him curiously from under their pencilled brows and smile to his hasty bow. He trips awkwardly.) -Zoe +Zoe

(her lucky hand instantly saving him) Hoopsa! Don't fall upstairs.

 -Bloom +Bloom

The just man falls seven times. (he stands aside at the threshold) After you is good manners.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Ladies first, gentlemen after.

 (She crosses the threshold. He hesitates. She turns and, holding out her hands, draws him over. He hops. On the antlered rack of the @@ -2054,20 +2054,20 @@ glancing at herself in the gilt mirror over the mantelpiece. A tag of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket. Lynch indicates mockingly the couple at the piano.) -Kitty +Kitty

(coughs behind her hand) She's a bit imbecillic. (she signs with a waggling forefinger) Blemblem. (Lynch lifts up her skirt and white petticoat with his wand. She settles them down quickly.) Respect yourself. (she hiccups, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which her hair glows, red with henna) O, excuse!

 -Zoe +Zoe

More limelight, Charley. (she goes to the chandelier and turns the gas full cock)

 -Kitty +Kitty

(peers at the gasjet) What ails it tonight?

 -Lynch +Lynch

(deeply) Enter a ghost and hobgoblins.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Clap on the back for Zoe.

 (The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a brass poker. Stephen stands at the pianola on which sprawl his hat and ashplant. With two @@ -2076,15 +2076,15 @@ mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the sofacorner, her limp forearm pendent over the bolster, listening. A heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid.) -Kitty +Kitty

(hiccups again with a kick of her horsed foot) O, excuse!

 -Zoe +Zoe

(promptly) Your boy's thinking of you. Tie a knot on your shift.

 (Kitty Ricketts bends her head. Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over her shoulder, back, arm, chair to the ground. Lynch lifts the curled catterpillar on his wand. She snakes her neck, nestling. Stephen glances behind at the squatted figure with its cap back to the front.) -Stephen +Stephen

As a matter of fact it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it. The rite is the poet's rest. It may be an old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate Coela enarrant gloriam Domini. It is susceptible of nodes @@ -2097,51 +2097,51 @@ The Cap

(with saturnine spleen) Ba! It is because it is. Woman's reason. Jewgreek is greekjew. Extremes meet. Death is the highest form of life. Ba!

 -Stephen +Stephen

You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Whetstone!

 The Cap

Ba!

 -Stephen +Stephen

Here's another for you. (he frowns) The reason is because the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible interval which ....

 The Cap

Which? Finish. You can't.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(with an effort) Interval which. Is the greatest possible ellipse. Consistent with. The ultimate return. The octave. Which.

 The Cap

Which?

 (Outside the gramophone begins to blare The Holy City.) -Stephen +Stephen

(abruptly) What went forth to the ends of the world to traverse not itself, God, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Wait a moment. Wait a second. Damn that fellow's noise in the street. Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. Ecco!

 -Lynch +Lynch

(with a mocking whinny of laughter grins at Bloom and Zoe Higgins) What a learned speech, eh?

 -Zoe +Zoe

(briskly) God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten.

 (With obese stupidity Florry Talbot regards Stephen.) -Florry +Florry

They say the last day is coming this summer.

 -Kitty +Kitty

No!

 -Zoe +Zoe

(explodes in laughter) Great unjust God!

 -Florry +Florry

(offended) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. O, my foot's tickling.

 (Ragged barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, yelling.) -The Newsboys +The Newsboys

Stop press edition. Result of the rockinghorse races. Sea serpent in the royal canal. Safe arrival of Antichrist.

 (Stephen turns and sees Bloom.) -Stephen +Stephen

A time, times and half a time.

 (Reuben J Antichrist, wandering jew, a clutching hand open on his spine, stumps forward. Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet @@ -2163,7 +2163,7 @@ roulette planets fly from his hands.) Les jeux sont faits! (the planets rush together, uttering crepitant cracks) Rien va plus! (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and away. He springs off into vacuum.)

 -Florry +Florry

(sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly) The end of the world!

 (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her. Nebulous obscurity occupies space. Through the drifting fog without the gramophone @@ -2186,7 +2186,7 @@ surplice with funnel sleeves he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the banner of old glory is draped. He thumps the parapet.) -Elijah +Elijah

No yapping, if you please, in this booth. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Say, I am operating all this trunk line. Boys, do it now. God's time is 12.25. Tell @@ -2213,7 +2213,7 @@ gratingly against the needle)

 The Three Whores

(covering their ears, squawk) Ahhkkk!

 -Elijah +Elijah

(in rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the face, shouts at the top of his voice, his arms uplifted) Big Brother up there, Mr President, you hear what I done just been saying to you. Certainly, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr @@ -2233,7 +2233,7 @@ Florry-Teresa

It was in consequence of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three star. I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into the bed.

 -Stephen +Stephen

In the beginning was the word, in the end the world without end. Blessed be the eight beatitudes.

 (The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, @@ -2242,19 +2242,19 @@ The Beatitudes

(incoherently) Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.

 -Lyster +Lyster

(in quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, says discreetly) He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the light.

 (He corantos by. Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his locks in curlpapers. He leads John Eglinton who wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, lizardlettered, and a high pagoda hat.) -Best +Best

(smiling, lifts the hat and displays a shaven poll from the crown of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with an orange topknot) I was just beautifying him, don't you know. A thing of beauty, don't you know, Yeats says, or I mean, Keats says.

 -John Eglinton +John Eglinton

(produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner: with carping accent) Esthetics and cosmetics are for the boudoir. I am out for truth. Plain truth for a plain man. Tanderagee wants the facts and means to @@ -2265,7 +2265,7 @@ About his head writhe eels and elvers. He is encrusted with weeds and shells. His right hand holds a bicycle pump. His left hand grasps a huge crayfish by its two talons.) -Mananaun MacLir +Mananaun MacLir

(with a voice of waves) Aum! Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor! Ma! White yoghin of the gods. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. (with a voice of whistling seawind) Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won't have my leg @@ -2281,20 +2281,20 @@

Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii!

 (Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.) -Zoe +Zoe

Who has a fag as I'm here?

 -Lynch +Lynch

(tossing a cigarette on to the table) Here.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(her head perched aside in mock pride) Is that the way to hand the pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame, twirling it slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits. Lynch with his poker lifts boldly a side of her slip. Bare from her garters up her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie's green. She puffs calmly at her cigarette.) Can you see the beautyspot of my behind?

 -Lynch +Lynch

I'm not looking.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(makes sheep's eyes) No? You wouldn't do a less thing. Would you suck a lemon?

 (Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at @@ -2315,7 +2315,7 @@ hereabouts, eh? Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee. The injection mark on the thigh I hope you perceived? Good.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Granpapachi. But .....

 Virag

Number two on the other hand, she of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, @@ -2324,7 +2324,7 @@ to say. Correct me but I always understood that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. In a word. Hippogriff. Am I right?

 -Bloom +Bloom

She is rather lean.

 Virag

(not unpleasantly) Absolutely! Well observed and those pannier pockets of @@ -2334,7 +2334,7 @@ dustspecks. Never put on you tomorrow what you can wear today. Parallax! (with a nervous twitch of his head) Did you hear my brain go snap? Pollysyllabax!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(an elbow resting in a hand, a forefinger against his cheek) She seems sad.

 Virag

(cynically, his weasel teeth bared yellow, draws down his left eye with a @@ -2345,12 +2345,12 @@ There is plenty of her visible to the naked eye. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull. What ho, she bumps! The ugly duckling of the party, longcasted and deep in keel.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(regretfully) When you come out without your gun.

 Virag

We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. Pay your money, take your choice. How happy could you be with either ...

 -Bloom +Bloom

With ...?

 Virag

(his tongue upcurling) Lyum! Look. Her beam is broad. She is coated with @@ -2366,7 +2366,7 @@ colossal blubber. That suits your book, eh? Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after. Wallow in it. Lycopodium. (his throat twitches) Slapbang! There he goes again.

 -Bloom +Bloom

The stye I dislike.

 Virag

(arches his eyebrows) Contact with a goldring, they say. Argumentum ad @@ -2376,7 +2376,7 @@ coughs encouragingly) But possibly it is only a wart. I presume you shall have remembered what I will have taught you on that head? Wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(reflecting) Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax. This searching ordeal. It has been an unusually fatiguing day, a chapter of accidents. Wait. I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you said ...

 @@ -2385,7 +2385,7 @@ thumbs and have a good old thunk. See, you have forgotten. Exercise your mnemotechnic. La causa è santa. Tara. Tara. (aside) He will surely remember.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Rosemary also did I understand you to say or willpower over parasitic tissues. Then nay no I have an inkling. The touch of a deadhand cures. Mnemo?

 @@ -2405,7 +2405,7 @@ camiknickers? (he crows derisively) Keekeereekee!

 (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores then gazes at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth.) -Bloom +Bloom

I wanted then to have now concluded. Nightdress was never. Hence this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is will then morrow as now was be past yester.

 @@ -2426,7 +2426,7 @@ Some, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic. Perceive. That is his appropriate sun. Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Chase me, Charley! (he blows into Bloom's ear) Buzz!

 -Bloom +Bloom

Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I ....

 Virag @@ -2441,7 +2441,7 @@ were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. Though they stink yet they sting. (he wags his head with cackling raillery) Jocular. With my eyeglass in my ocular. (he sneezes) Amen!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(absently) Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse. Always open sesame. The cloven sex. Why they fear vermin, creeping things. Yet Eve and the serpent contradicts. Not a historical fact. Obvious analogy to my idea. @@ -2452,7 +2452,7 @@

(his mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone) That the cows with their those distended udders that they have been the the known ....

 -Bloom +Bloom

I am going to scream. I beg your pardon. Ah? So. (he repeats) Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to entrust their teats to his avid suction. Ant milks aphis. (profoundly) Instinct rules the world. In @@ -2492,7 +2492,7 @@ (Virag truculent, his jowl set, stares at the lamp. Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. Henry gallant turns with pendant dewlap to the piano.) -Stephen +Stephen

(to himself) Play with your eyes shut. Imitate pa. Filling my belly with husks of swine. Too much of this. I will arise and go to my. Expect this is the. Steve, thou art in a parlous way. Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. Our @@ -2501,14 +2501,14 @@ touches the keys again) Minor chord comes now. Yes. Not much however.

 (Almidano Artifoni holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework.) -Artifoni +Artifoni

Ci rifletta. Lei rovina tutto.

 -Florry +Florry

Sing us something. Love's old sweet song.

 -Stephen +Stephen

No voice. I am a most finished artist. Lynch, did I show you the letter about the lute?

 -Florry +Florry

(smirking) The bird that can sing and won't sing.

 (The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the window embrasure. Both are @@ -2526,19 +2526,19 @@ a notion I was here before. When was it not Atkinson his card I have somewhere. Mac Somebody. Unmack I have it. He told me about, hold on, Swinburne, was it, no?

 -Florry +Florry

And the song?

 -Stephen +Stephen

Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

 -Florry +Florry

Are you out of Maynooth? You're like someone I knew once.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Out of it now. (to himself) Clever.

 Philip Drunk and Philip Sober

(their lawnmowers purring with a rigadoon of grasshalms) Clever ever. Out of it out of it. By the bye have you the book, the thing, the ashplant? Yes, there it, yes. Cleverever outofitnow. Keep in condition. Do like us.

 -Zoe +Zoe

There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his coat buttoned up. You needn't try to hide, I says to him. I know you've a Roman collar.

 @@ -2555,17 +2555,17 @@ Strong man grapses woman's wrist. Woman squeals, bites, spucks. Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. (he chases his tail) Piffpaff! Popo! (he stops, sneezes) Pchp! (he worries his butt) Prrrrrht!

 -Lynch +Lynch

I hope you gave the good father a penance. Nine glorias for shooting a bishop.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils) He couldn't get a connection. Only, you know, sensation. A dry rush.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Poor man!

 -Zoe +Zoe

(lightly) Only for what happened him.

 -Bloom +Bloom

How?

 Virag

(A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his @@ -2575,7 +2575,7 @@ (he leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his eye agonising in his flat skullneck and yelps over the mute world) A son of a whore. Apocalypse.

 -Kitty +Kitty

And Mary Shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the mattress and we all subscribed for @@ -2587,13 +2587,13 @@ (Kitty unpins her hat and sets it down calmly, patting her henna hair. And a prettier, a daintier head of winsome curls was never seen on a whore's shoulders. Lynch puts on her hat. She whips it off.) -Lynch +Lynch

(laughs) And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes.

 -Florry +Florry

(nods) Locomotor ataxy.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(gaily) O, my dictionary.

 -Lynch +Lynch

Three wise virgins.

 Virag

(agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his bony epileptic lips) @@ -2606,7 +2606,7 @@ hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fatpapped, stands forth, his loins and genitals tightened into a pair of black bathing bagslops.) -Ben Dollard +Ben Dollard

(nakkering castanet bones in his huge padded paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone) When love absorbs my ardent soul.

 (The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the @@ -2615,7 +2615,7 @@

(gushingly) Big Ben! Ben my Chree!

 A Voice

Hold that fellow with the bad breeches.

 -Ben Dollard +Ben Dollard

(smites his thigh in abundant laughter) Hold him now.

 Henry

(caressing on his breast a severed female head, murmurs) Thine heart, @@ -2638,19 +2638,19 @@ Virag's Head

Quack!

 (Exeunt severally.) -Stephen +Stephen

(over his shoulder to Zoe) You would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error. But beware Antisthenes, the dog sage, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. The agony in the closet.

 -Lynch +Lynch

All one and the same God to her.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(devoutly) And sovereign Lord of all things.

 -Florry +Florry

(to Stephen) I'm sure you're a spoiled priest. Or a monk.

 -Lynch +Lynch

He is. A cardinal's son.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Cardinal sin. Monks of the screw.

 (His Eminence Simon Stephen cardinal Dedalus, primate of all Ireland, appears in the doorway, dressed in red soutane, sandals @@ -2693,19 +2693,19 @@ (The trick doorhandle turns.) The Doorhandle

Theeee!

 -Zoe +Zoe

The devil is in that door.

 (A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard taking the waterproof and hat from the rack. Bloom starts forward involuntarily and, half closing the door as he passes, takes the chocolate from his pocket and offers it nervously to Zoe.) -Zoe +Zoe

(sniffs his hair briskly) Hmmm! Thank your mother for the rabbits. I'm very fond of what I like.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(hearing a male voice in talk with the whores on the doorstep, pricks his ears) If it were he? After? Or because not? Or the double event?

 -Zoe +Zoe

(tears open the silverfoil) Fingers was made before forks. (she breaks off and nibbles a piece, gives a piece to Kitty Ricketts and then turns kittenishly to Lynch) No objection to French lozenges? (He nods. She taunts him.) @@ -2714,11 +2714,11 @@ right circle. He eyes her.) Catch!

 (She tosses a piece. With an adroit snap he catches it and bites it through with a crack.) -Kitty +Kitty

(chewing) The engineer I was with at the bazaar does have lovely ones. Full of the best liqueurs. And the viceroy was there with his lady. The gas we had on the Toft's hobbyhorses. I'm giddy still.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(In Svengali's fur overcoat, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the door. Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a swift pass with @@ -2728,12 +2728,12 @@ (A male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist outside. Bloom's features relax. He places a hand in his waistcoat, posing calmly. Zoe offers him chocolate.) -Bloom +Bloom

(solemnly) Thanks.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Do as you're bid. Here!

 (A firm heelclacking tread is heard on the stairs.) -Bloom +Bloom

(takes the chocolate) Aphrodisiac? Tansy and pennyroyal. But I bought it. Vanilla calms or? Mnemo. Confused light confuses memory. Red influences lupus. Colours affect women's characters, any they have. This black makes @@ -2747,34 +2747,34 @@ keeper rings. Her eyes are deeply carboned. She has a sprouting moustache. Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils. She has large pendant beryl eardrops.) -Bella +Bella

My word! I'm all of a mucksweat.

 (She glances round her at the couples. Then her eyes rest on Bloom with hard insistence. Her large fan winnows wind towards her heated faceneck and embonpoint. Her falcon eyes glitter.) The Fan

(flirting quickly, then slowly) Married, I see.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Yes. Partly, I have mislaid .....

 The Fan

(half opening, then closing) And the missus is master. Petticoat government.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(looks down with a sheepish grin) That is so.

 The Fan

(folding together, rests against her left eardrop) Have you forgotten me?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Nes. Yo.

 The Fan

(folded akimbo against her waist) Is me her was you dreamed before? Was then she him you us since knew? Am all them and the same now me?

 (Bella approaches, gently tapping with the fan.) -Bloom +Bloom

(wincing) Powerful being. In my eyes read that slumber which women love.

 The Fan

(tapping) We have met. You are mine. It is fate.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(cowed) Exuberant female. Enormously I desiderate your domination. I am exhausted, abandoned, no more young. I stand, so to speak, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the @@ -2786,23 +2786,23 @@ winter waistcoat. Near the end, remembering king David and the Sunamite, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death. A dog's spittle as you probably .... (he winces) Ah!

 -Richie Goulding +Richie Goulding

(bagweighted, passes the door) Mocking is catch. Best value in Dub. Fit for a prince's. Liver and kidney.

 The Fan

(tapping) All things end. Be mine. Now.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(undecided) All now? I should not have parted with my talisman. Rain, exposure at dewfall on the searocks, a peccadillo at my time of life. Every phenomenon has a natural cause.

 The Fan

(points downwards slowly) You may.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace) We are observed.

 The Fan

(points downwards quickly) You must.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(with desire, with reluctance) I can make a true black knot. Learned when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Experienced hand. Every knot says a lot. Let me. In courtesy. I knelt once before today. @@ -2811,7 +2811,7 @@ edge of a chair a plump buskined hoof and a full pastern, silksocked. Bloom, stifflegged, aging, bends over her hoof and with gentle fingers draws out and in her laces.) -Bloom +Bloom

(murmurs lovingly) To be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my love's young dream, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly impossibly @@ -2819,11 +2819,11 @@ to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb toe, as worn in Paris.

 The Hoof

Smell my hot goathide. Feel my royal weight.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(crosslacing) Too tight?

 The Hoof

If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Not to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night of the bazaar dance. Bad luck. Hook in wrong tache of her .... person you mentioned. That night she met .... Now!

 @@ -2832,19 +2832,19 @@ grow dull, darker and pouched, his nose thickens.) Bloom

(mumbles) Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen, ....

 -Bello +Bello

(with a hard basilisk stare, in a baritone voice) Hound of dishonour!

 Bloom

(infatuated) Empress!

 -Bello +Bello

(his heavy cheekchops sagging) Adorer of the adulterous rump!

 Bloom

(plaintively) Hugeness!

 -Bello +Bello

Dungdevourer!

 Bloom

(with sinews semiflexed) Magmagnificence!

 -Bello +Bello

Down! (he taps her on the shoulder with his fan) Incline feet forward! Slide left foot one pace back! You will fall. You are falling. On the hands down!

 @@ -2854,7 +2854,7 @@ snuffling, rooting at his feet: then lies, shamming dead, with eyes shut tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground in the attitude of most excellent master.) -Bello +Bello

(with bobbed hair, purple gills, fat moustache rings round his shaven mouth, in mountaineer's puttees, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and alpine hat with moorcock's feather, his hands stuck deep in his breeches @@ -2863,23 +2863,23 @@ heels so glistening in their proud erectness.

 Bloom

(enthralled, bleats) I promise never to disobey.

 -Bello +Bello

(laughs loudly) Holy smoke! You little know what's in store for you. I'm the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in! I'll bet Kentucky cocktails all round I shame it out of you, old son. Cheek me, I dare you. If you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be inflicted in gym costume.

 (Bloom creeps under the sofa and peers out through the fringe.) -Zoe +Zoe

(widening her slip to screen her) She's not here.

 Bloom

(closing her eyes) She's not here.

 -Florry +Florry

(hiding her with her gown) She didn't mean it, Mr Bello. She'll be good, sir.

 -Kitty +Kitty

Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello. Sure you won't, ma'amsir.

 -Bello +Bello

(coaxingly) Come, ducky dear, I want a word with you, darling, just to administer correction. Just a little heart to heart talk, sweety. (Bloom puts out her timid head) There's a good girly now. (Bello grabs her hair @@ -2888,7 +2888,7 @@ Begin to get ready.

 Bloom

(fainting) Don't tear my ...

 -Bello +Bello

(savagely) The nosering, the pliers, the bastinado, the hanging hook, the knout I'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the Nubian slave of old. You're in for it this time! I'll make you remember me for the balance of @@ -2903,32 +2903,32 @@ squeals, turning turtle.)

 Bloom

Don't be cruel, nurse! Don't!

 -Bello +Bello

(twisting) Another!

 Bloom

(screams) O, it's hell itself! Every nerve in my body aches like mad!

 -Bello +Bello

(shouts) Good, by the rumping jumping general! That's the best bit of news I heard these six weeks. Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! (he slaps her face)

 Bloom

(whimpers) You're after hitting me. I'll tell ....

 -Bello +Bello

Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Yes. Walk on him! I will.

 -Florry +Florry

I will. Don't be greedy.

 -Kitty +Kitty

No, me. Lend him to me.

 (The brothel cook, Mrs Keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a greasy bib, men's grey and green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the door.) -Mrs Keogh +Mrs Keogh

(ferociously) Can I help?

 (They hold and pinion Bloom.) -Bello +Bello

(squats with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg) I see Keating Clay is elected vicechairman of the Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen @@ -2938,7 +2938,7 @@ angrily on Bloom's ear) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray?

 Bloom

(goaded, buttocksmothered) O! O! Monsters! Cruel one!

 -Bello +Bello

Ask for that every ten minutes. Beg. Pray for it as you never prayed before. (he thrusts out a figged fist and foul cigar) Here, kiss that. Both. Kiss. (he throws a leg astride and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls in a hard @@ -2948,20 +2948,20 @@ cockhorse, leaping in the, in the saddle) The lady goes a pace a pace and the coachman goes a trot a trot and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop.

 -Florry +Florry

(pulls at Bello) Let me on him now. You had enough. I asked before you.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(pulling at Florry) Me. Me. Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress?

 Bloom

(stifling) Can't.

 -Bello +Bello

Well, I'm not. Wait. (he holds in his breath) Curse it. Here. This bung's about burst. (he uncorks himself behind: then, contorting his features, farts stoutly) Take that! (he recorks himself) Yes, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters.

 Bloom

(a sweat breaking out over him) Not man. (he sniffs) Woman.

 -Bello +Bello

(stands up) No more blow hot and cold. What you longed for has come to pass. Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke. Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male garments, @@ -2970,7 +2970,7 @@ Bloom

(shrinks) Silk, mistress said! O crinkly! scrapy! Must I tiptouch it with my nails?

 -Bello +Bello

(points to his whores) As they are now so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with smoothshaven armpits. Tape measurements will be taken next your skin. You will be laced with cruel @@ -2987,7 +2987,7 @@ hands and nose, leering mouth) I tried her things on only twice, a small prank, in Holles street. When we were hard up I washed them to save the laundry bill. My own shirts I turned. It was the purest thrift.

 -Bello +Bello

(jeers) Little jobs that make mother pleased, eh? And showed off coquettishly in your domino at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender, eh? @@ -2996,7 +2996,7 @@ Dandrade sold you from the Shelbourne hotel, eh?

 Bloom

Miriam. Black. Demimondaine.

 -Bello +Bello

(guffaws) Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this! You were a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be violated by lieutenant @@ -3012,14 +3012,14 @@ Versa. It was dear Gerald. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. Cult of the beautiful.

 -Bello +Bello

(with wicked glee) Beautiful! Give us a breather! When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the smoothworn throne.

 Bloom

Science. To compare the various joys we each enjoy. (earnestly) And really it's better the position .... because often I used to wet ....

 -Bello +Bello

(sternly) No insubordination! The sawdust is there in the corner for you. I gave you strict instructions, didn't I? Do it standing, sir! I'll teach you to behave like a jinkleman! If I catch a trace on your swaddles. Aha! By the @@ -3039,7 +3039,7 @@ bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order?

 -Bello +Bello

(whistles loudly) Say! What was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be candid for once.

 (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, @@ -3049,20 +3049,20 @@ Bloom

Don't ask me! Our mutual faith. Pleasants street. I only thought the half of the ... I swear on my sacred oath ....

 -Bello +Bello

(peremptorily) Answer. Repugnant wretch! I insist on knowing. Tell me something to amuse me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a line of poetry, quick, quick, quick! Where? How? What time? With how many? I give you just three seconds. One! Two! Thr .....

 Bloom

(docile, gurgles) I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant ...

 -Bello +Bello

(imperiously) O, get out, you skunk! Hold your tongue! Speak when you're spoken to.

 Bloom

(bows) Master! Mistress! Mantamer!

 (He lifts his arms. His bangle bracelets fall.) -Bello +Bello

(satirically) By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. Won't that be nice? (he places a ruby ring @@ -3070,7 +3070,7 @@ mistress.

 Bloom

Thank you, mistress.

 -Bello +Bello

You will make the beds, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a sandy one. Ay, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or lap it up like champagne. Drink me piping @@ -3093,13 +3093,13 @@ A Bidder

A florin.

 (Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell.) -The Lacquey +The Lacquey

Barang!

 A Voice

One and eightpence too much.

 Charles Alberta Marsh

Must be virgin. Good breath. Clean.

 -Bello +Bello

(gives a rap with his gavel) Two bar. Rockbottom figure and cheap at the price. Fourteen hands high. Touch and examine shis points. Handle hrim. This downy skin, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. If I had only my gold @@ -3112,7 +3112,7 @@

(in disguised accent) Hoondert punt sterlink.

 Voices

(subdued) For the Caliph. Haroun Al Raschid.

 -Bello +Bello

(gaily) Right. Let them all come. The scanty, daringly short skirt, riding up at the knee to show a peep of white pantalette, is a potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with the long straight seam trailing @@ -3124,7 +3124,7 @@ Bloom

(bends his blushing face into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in mouth) O, I know what you're hinting at now!

 -Bello +Bello

What else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? (he stoops and, peering, pokes with his fan rudely under the fat suet folds of Bloom's haunches) Up! Up! Manx cat! What have we here? Where's your curly @@ -3133,7 +3133,7 @@ your pump. (loudly) Can you do a man's job?

 Bloom

Eccles street ....

 -Bello +Bello

(sarcastically) I wouldn't hurt your feelings for the world but there's a man of brawn in possession there. The tables are turned, my gay young fellow! He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Well for you, you @@ -3146,31 +3146,31 @@ Bloom

I was indecently treated, I ..... Inform the police. Hundred pounds. Unmentionable. I ....

 -Bello +Bello

Would if you could, lame duck. A downpour we want not your drizzle.

 Bloom

To drive me mad! Moll! I forgot! Forgive! Moll .... We .... Still .....

 -Bello +Bello

(ruthlessly) No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman's will since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years. Return and see.

 (Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the wold.) Sleepy Hollow

Rip van Wink! Rip van Winkle!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in tattered mocassins with a rusty fowlingpiece, tiptoeing, fingertipping, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the diamond panes, cries out) I see her! It's she! The first night at Mat Dillon's! But that dress, the green! And her hair is dyed gold and he ....

 -Bello +Bello

(laughs mockingly) That's your daughter, you owl, with a Mullingar student.

 (Milly Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, her blue scarf in the seawind simply swirling, breaks from the arms of her lover and calls, her young eyes wonderwide.) -Milly +Milly

My! It's Papli! But, O Papli, how old you've grown!

 -Bello +Bello

Changed, eh? Our whatnot, our writingtable where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our classic reprints of old masters. A man and his menfriends are living there in clover. The Cuckoos' Rest! Why not? How @@ -3178,9 +3178,9 @@ them by your smothered grunts, what, you male prostitute? Blameless dames with parcels of groceries. Turn about. Sauce for the goose, my gander O.

 -Bloom +Bloom

They .... I ....

 -Bello +Bello

(cuttingly) Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction. In their horseplay with Moll the romp to find the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue you carried home in the rain @@ -3188,20 +3188,20 @@ Pages will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make them pipespills. And they will spit in your ten shilling brass fender from Hampton Leedom's.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Ten and six. The act of low scoundrels. Let me go. I will return. I will prove ...

 A Voice

Swear!

 (Bloom clenches his fists and crawls forward, a bowieknife between his teeth.) -Bello +Bello

As a paying guest or a kept man? Too late. You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Your epitaph is written. You are down and out and don't you forget it, old bean.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Justice! All Ireland versus one! Has nobody ...? (he bites his thumb)

 -Bello +Bello

Die and be damned to you if you have any sense of decency or grace about you. I can give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have! If you have none see you @@ -3212,10 +3212,10 @@ were, suffocated in the one cesspool. (he explodes in a loud phlegmy laugh) We'll manure you, Mr Flower! (he pipes scoffingly) Byby, Poldy! Byby, Papli!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(clasps his head) My willpower! Memory! I have sinned! I have suff .... (he weeps tearlessly)

 -Bello +Bello

(sneers) Crybabby! Crocodile tears!

 (Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the sacrifice, sobs, his face to the earth. The passing bell is heard. Darkshawled figures of the @@ -3239,7 +3239,7 @@

(their leaves whispering) Sister. Our sister. Ssh!

 The Nymph

(softly) Mortal! (kindly) Nay, dost not weepest!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(crawls jellily forward under the boughs, streaked by sunlight, with dignity) This position. I felt it was expected of me. Force of habit.

 The Nymph @@ -3251,25 +3251,25 @@ transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. Useful hints to the married.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(lifts a turtle head towards her lap) We have met before. On another star.

 The Nymph

(sadly) Rubber goods. Neverrip brand as supplied to the aristocracy. Corsets for men. I cure fits or money refunded. Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber. My bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo.

 -Bloom +Bloom

You mean Photo Bits?

 The Nymph

I do. You bore me away, framed me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(humbly kisses her long hair) Your classic curves, beautiful immortal, I was glad to look on you, to praise you, a thing of beauty, almost to pray.

 The Nymph

During dark nights I heard your praise.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(quickly) Yes, yes. You mean that I .... Sleep reveals the worst side of everyone, children perhaps excepted. I know I fell out of bed or rather was pushed. Steel wine is said to cure snoring. For the rest there is that English @@ -3278,19 +3278,19 @@ ever thus. Frailty, thy name is marriage.

 The Nymph

(her fingers in her ears) And words. They are not in my dictionary.

 -Bloom +Bloom

You understood them?

 The Yews

Ssh!

 The Nymph

(covers her face with her hands) What have I not seen in that chamber? What must my eyes look down on?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(apologetically) I know. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with care. The quoits are loose. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago.

 The Nymph

(bends her head) Worse, worse!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(reflects precautiously) That antiquated commode. It wasn't her weight. She scaled just eleven stone nine. She put on nine pounds after weaning. It was a crack and want of glue. Eh? And that absurd orangekeyed utensil @@ -3302,18 +3302,18 @@ The Yews

(mingling their boughs) Listen. Whisper. She is right, our sister. We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. We gave shade on languorous summer days.

 -John Wyse Nolan +John Wyse Nolan

(in the background, in Irish National Forester's uniform, doffs his plumed hat) Prosper! Give shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland!

 The Yews

(murmuring) Who came to Poulaphouca with the High School excursion? Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(scared) High School of Poula? Mnemo? Not in full possession of faculties. Concussion. Run over by tram.

 The Echo

Sham!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in nondescript juvenile grey and black striped suit, too small for him, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a red schoolcap with badge) I was in my @@ -3330,7 +3330,7 @@ Leopold Bloom.) The Halcyon Days

Mackerel! Live us again. Hurray! (they cheer)

 -Bloom +Bloom

(hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered, starred with spent snowballs, struggles to rise) Again! I feel sixteen! What a lark! Let's ring all the bells in Montague street. (he cheers feebly) Hurray for the High @@ -3350,7 +3350,7 @@ Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca.

 The Nymph

(with wide fingers) O, infamy!

 -Bloom +Bloom

I was precocious. Youth. The fauna. I sacrificed to the god of the forest. The flowers that bloom in the spring. It was pairing time. Capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon. Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I saw at her @@ -3362,14 +3362,14 @@ humid nostrils through the foliage.) Staggering Bob

(large teardrops rolling from his prominent eyes, snivels) Me. Me see.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Simply satisfying a need I ... (with pathos) No girl would when I went girling. Too ugly. They wouldn't play ....

 (High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants.) The Nannygoat

(bleats) Megeggaggegg! Nannannanny!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(hatless, flushed, covered with burrs of thistledown and gorsespine) Regularly engaged. Circumstances alter cases. (he gazes intently downwards on the water) Thirtytwo head over heels per second. Press @@ -3383,18 +3383,18 @@ (Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel towards the land.) -Councillor Nannetti +Councillor Nannetti

(alone on deck, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his hand in his waistcoat opening, declaims) When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. I have ...

 -Bloom +Bloom

Done. Prff!

 The Nymph

(loftily) We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either. We are stonecold and pure. We eat electric light. (she arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in her mouth) Spoke to me. Heard from behind. How then could you ...?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(pawing the heather abjectly) O, I have been a perfect pig. Enemas too I have administered. One third of a pint of quassia to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. Up the fundament. With Hamilton Long's @@ -3402,7 +3402,7 @@ The Nymph

In my presence. The powderpuff. (she blushes and makes a knee) And the rest!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(dejected) Yes. Peccavi! I have paid homage on that living altar where the back changes name. (with sudden fervour) For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, the hand that rules ...?

 @@ -3421,7 +3421,7 @@

(a birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his assegai, striding through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns) Hot! Hot! Ware Sitting Bull!

 -Bloom +Bloom

It overpowers me. The warm impress of her warm form. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially with divaricated thighs, as though to grant the last favours, most especially with previously well uplifted white sateen @@ -3446,7 +3446,7 @@ He didn't know what to do, To keep it up, To keep it up.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(coldly) You have broken the spell. The last straw. If there were only ethereal where would you all be, postulants and novices? Shy but willing like an ass pissing.

 @@ -3460,7 +3460,7 @@ clutches again in her robe) Wait. Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. (she draws a poniard and, clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his loins) Nekum!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(starts up, seizes her hand) Hoy! Nebrakada! Cat o' nine lives! Fair play, madam. No pruningknife. The fox and the grapes, is it? What do you lack with your barbed wire? Crucifix not thick enough? (he clutches her veil) A @@ -3469,7 +3469,7 @@ The Nymph

(with a cry flees from him unveiled, her plaster cast cracking, a cloud of stench escaping from the cracks) Poli ...!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(calls after her) As if you didn't get it on the double yourselves. No jerks and multiple mucosities all over you. I tried it. Your strength our weakness. What's our studfee? What will you pay on the nail? You fee mendancers on @@ -3478,71 +3478,71 @@ shillings alimony tomorrow, eh? Fool someone else, not me. (he sniffs) Rut. Onions. Stale. Sulphur. Grease.

 (The figure of Bella Cohen stands before him.) -Bella +Bella

You'll know me the next time.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(composed, regards her) Passée. Mutton dressed as lamb. Long in the tooth and superfluous hair. A raw onion the last thing at night would benefit your complexion. And take some double chin drill. Your eyes are as vapid as the glasseyes of your stuffed fox. They have the dimensions of your other features, that's all. I'm not a triple screw propeller.

 -Bella +Bella

(contemptuously) You're not game, in fact. (her sowcunt barks) Fbhracht!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(contemptuously) Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself.

 -Bella +Bella

I know you, canvasser! Dead cod!

 -Bloom +Bloom

I saw him, kipkeeper! Pox and gleet vendor!

 -Bella +Bella

(turns to the piano) Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul?

 -Zoe +Zoe

Me. Mind your cornflowers. (she darts to the piano and bangs chords on it with crossed arms) The cat's ramble through the slag. (she glances back) Eh? Who's making love to my sweeties? (she darts back to the table) What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

 (Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the silver paper. Bloom approaches Zoe.) -Bloom +Bloom

(gently) Give me back that potato, will you?

 -Zoe +Zoe

Forfeits, a fine thing and a superfine thing.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(with feeling) It is nothing, but still, a relic of poor mamma.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Give a thing and take it back God'll ask you where is that You'll say you don't know God'll send you down below.

 -Bloom +Bloom

There is a memory attached to it. I should like to have it.

 -Stephen +Stephen

To have or not to have that is the question.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Here. (she hauls up a reef of her slip, revealing her bare thigh, and unrolls the potato from the top of her stocking) Those that hides knows where to find.

 -Bella +Bella

(frowns) Here. This isn't a musical peepshow. And don't you smash that piano. Who's paying here?

 (She goes to the pianola. Stephen fumbles in his pocket and, taking out a banknote by its corner, hands it to her.) -Stephen +Stephen

(with exaggerated politeness) This silken purse I made out of the sow's ear of the public. Madam, excuse me. If you allow me. (he indicates vaguely Lynch and Bloom) We are all in the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch. Dans ce bordel où tenons nostre état.

 -Lynch +Lynch

(calls from the hearth) Dedalus! Give her your blessing for me.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(hands Bella a coin) Gold. She has it.

 -Bella +Bella

(looks at the money, then at Stephen, then at Zoe, Florry and Kitty) Do you want three girls? It's ten shillings here.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(delightedly) A hundred thousand apologies. (he fumbles again and takes out and hands her two crowns) Permit, brevi manu, my sight is somewhat troubled.

 @@ -3550,7 +3550,7 @@ himself in monosyllables. Zoe bends over the table. Kitty leans over Zoe's neck. Lynch gets up, rights his cap and, clasping Kitty's waist, adds his head to the group.) -Florry +Florry

(strives heavily to rise) Ow! My foot's asleep. (She limps over to the table. Bloom approaches.)

 Bella, Zoe, Kitty, Lynch, Bloom @@ -3559,170 +3559,170 @@ touching it? ... ow! ... mind who you're pinching ... are you staying the night or a short time? ... who did? ... you're a liar, excuse me ... the gentleman paid down like a gentleman ... drink ... it's long after eleven.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(at the pianola, making a gesture of abhorrence) No bottles! What, eleven? A riddle!

 -Zoe +Zoe

(lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the top of her stocking) Hard earned on the flat of my back.

 -Lynch +Lynch

(lifting Kitty from the table) Come!

 -Kitty +Kitty

Wait. (she clutches the two crowns)

 -Florry +Florry

And me?

 -Lynch +Lynch

Hoopla!

 (He lifts her, carries her and bumps her down on the sofa.) -Stephen +Stephen

The fox crew, the cocks flew, The bells in heaven Were striking eleven. 'Tis time for her poor soul To get out of heaven.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(quietly lays a half sovereign on the table between Bella and Florry) So. Allow me. (he takes up the poundnote) Three times ten. We're square.

 -Bella +Bella

(admiringly) You're such a slyboots, old cocky. I could kiss you.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(points) Him? Deep as a drawwell.

 (Lynch bends Kitty back over the sofa and kisses her. Bloom goes with the poundnote to Stephen.) -Bloom +Bloom

This is yours.

 -Stephen +Stephen

How is that? The distrait or absentminded beggar. (He fumbles again in his pocket and draws out a handful of coins. An object falls.) That fell.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(stooping, picks up and hands a box of matches) This.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Lucifer. Thanks.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(quietly) You had better hand over that cash to me to take care of. Why pay more?

 -Stephen +Stephen

(hands him all his coins) Be just before you are generous.

 -Bloom +Bloom

I will but is it wise? (he counts) One, seven, eleven, and five. Six. Eleven. I don't answer for what you may have lost.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Why striking eleven? Proparoxyton. Moment before the next Lessing says. Thirsty fox. (he laughs loudly) Burying his grandmother. Probably he killed her.

 -Bloom +Bloom

That is one pound six and eleven. One pound seven, say.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Doesn't matter a rambling damn.

 -Bloom +Bloom

No, but ....

 -Stephen +Stephen

(comes to the table) Cigarette, please. (Lynch tosses a cigarette from the sofa to the table) And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married. (A cigarette appears on the table. Stephen looks at it.) Wonder. Parlour magic. Married. Hm. (he strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy)

 -Lynch +Lynch

(watching him) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(brings the match near his eye) Lynx eye. Must get glasses. Broke them yesterday. Sixteen years ago. Distance. The eye sees all flat. (He draws the match away. It goes out.) Brain thinks. Near: far. Ineluctable modality of the visible. (he frowns mysteriously) Hm. Sphinx. The beast that has two backs at midnight. Married.

 -Zoe +Zoe

It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him.

 -Florry +Florry

(nods) Mr Lambe from London.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Lamb of London, who takest away the sins of our world.

 -Lynch +Lynch

(embracing Kitty on the sofa, chants deeply) Dona nobis pacem.

 (The cigarette slips from Stephen's fingers. Bloom picks it up and throws it in the grate.) -Bloom +Bloom

Don't smoke. You ought to eat. Cursed dog I met. (to Zoe) You have nothing?

 -Zoe +Zoe

Is he hungry?

 -Stephen +Stephen

(extends his hand to her smiling and chants to the air of the bloodoath in <lb n="153650"/>The Dusk of the Gods) Hangende Hunger, Fragende Frau, Macht uns alle kaputt.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(tragically) Hamlet, I am thy father's gimlet! (she takes his hand) Blue eyes beauty I'll read your hand. (she points to his forehead) No wit, no wrinkles. (she counts) Two, three, Mars, that's courage. (Stephen shakes his head) No kid.

 -Lynch +Lynch

Sheet lightning courage. The youth who could not shiver and shake. (to Zoe) Who taught you palmistry?

 -Zoe +Zoe

(turns) Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. (to Stephen) I see it in your face. The eye, like that. (she frowns with lowered head)

 -Lynch +Lynch

(laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice) Like that. Pandybat.

 (Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the coffin of the pianola flies open, the bald little round jack-in-the-box head of Father Dolan springs up.) -Father Dolan +Father Dolan

Any boy want flogging? Broke his glasses? Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eye.

 (Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the head of Don John Conmee rises from the pianola coffin.) Don John Conmee

Now, Father Dolan! Now. I'm sure that Stephen is a very good little boy!

 -Zoe +Zoe

(examining Stephen's palm) Woman's hand.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(murmurs) Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress. I never could read His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the haddock.

 -Zoe +Zoe

What day were you born?

 -Stephen +Stephen

Thursday. Today.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Thursday's child has far to go. (she traces lines on his hand) Line of fate. Influential friends.

 -Florry +Florry

(pointing) Imagination.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Mount of the moon. You'll meet with a .... (she peers at his hands abruptly) I won't tell you what's not good for you. Or do you want to know?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(detaches her fingers and offers his palm) More harm than good. Here. Read mine.

 -Bella +Bella

Show. (she turns up Bloom's hand) I thought so. Knobby knuckles for the women.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(peering at Bloom's palm) Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and marry money.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Wrong.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(quickly) O, I see. Short little finger. Henpecked husband. That wrong?

 (Black Liz, a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle, rises, stretches her wings and clucks.) Black Liz

Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook. (she sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off)

 -Bloom +Bloom

(points to his hand) That weal there is an accident. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen.

 -Zoe +Zoe

I see, says the blind man. Tell us news.

 -Stephen +Stephen

See? Moves to one great goal. I am twentytwo. Sixteen years ago he was twentytwo too. Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. Twentytwo years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. (he winces) Hurt my hand somewhere. Must see a dentist. Money?

 (Zoe whispers to Florry. They giggle. Bloom releases his hand and writes idly on the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.) -Florry +Florry

What?

 (A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with a gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony avenue, @@ -3730,81 +3730,81 @@ swaying on the sideseats. The Ormond boots crouches behind on the axle. Sadly over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze.) -The Boots +The Boots

(jogging, mocks them with thumb and wriggling wormfingers) Haw haw have you the horn?

 (Bronze by gold they whisper.) -Zoe +Zoe

(to Florry) Whisper. (she whispers again)

 (Over the well of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his boater straw set sideways, a red flower in his mouth. Lenehan in yachtsman's cap and white shoes officiously detaches a long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder.) -Lenehan +Lenehan

Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?

 -Boylan +Boylan

(sated, smiles) Plucking a turkey.

 -Lenehan +Lenehan

A good night's work.

 -Boylan +Boylan

(holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, winks) Blazes Kate! Up to sample or your money back. (he holds out a forefinger) Smell that.

 -Lenehan +Lenehan

(smells gleefully) Ah! Lobster and mayonnaise. Ah!

 Zoe and Florry

(laugh together) Ha ha ha ha.

 -Boylan +Boylan

(jumps surely from the car and calls loudly for all to hear) Hello, Bloom! Mrs Bloom dressed yet?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(in flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig) I'm afraid not, sir. The last articles .....

 -Boylan +Boylan

(tosses him sixpence) Here, to buy yourself a gin and splash. (he hangs his hat smartly on a peg of Bloom's antlered head) Show me in. I have a little private business with your wife, you understand?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy is in her bath, sir.

 -Marion +Marion

He ought to feel himself highly honoured. (she plops splashing out of the water) Raoul darling, come and dry me. I'm in my pelt. Only my new hat and a carriage sponge.

 -Boylan +Boylan

(a merry twinkle in his eye) Topping!

 -Bella +Bella

What? What is it?

 (Zoe whispers to her.) -Marion +Marion

Let him look, the pishogue! Pimp! And scourge himself! I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.

 -Boylan +Boylan

(clasps himself) Here, I can't hold this little lot much longer. (he strides off on stiff cavalry legs)

 -Bella +Bella

(laughing) Ho ho ho ho.

 -Boylan +Boylan

(to Bloom, over his shoulder) You can apply your eye to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Thank you, sir. I will, sir. May I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot? (he holds out an ointment jar) Vaseline, sir? Orangeflower ...? Lukewarm water ...?

 -Kitty +Kitty

(from the sofa) Tell us, Florry. Tell us. What ...

 (Florry whispers to her. Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop.) -Mina Kennedy +Mina Kennedy

(her eyes upturned) O, it must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! O, he simply idolises every bit of her! Stuck together! Covered with kisses!

 -Lydia Douce +Lydia Douce

(her mouth opening) Yumyum. O, he's carrying her round the room doing it! Ride a cockhorse. You could hear them in Paris and New York. Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream.

 -Kitty +Kitty

(laughing) Hee hee hee.

 Boylan's Voice

(sweetly, hoarsely, in the pit of his stomach) Ah! Godblaze- @@ -3812,12 +3812,12 @@ Marion's Voice

(hoarsely, sweetly, rising to her throat) O! Weeshwashtkissinapoo- isthnapoohuck?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(his eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself) Show! Hide! Show! Plough her! More! Shoot!

 Bella, Zoe, Florry, Kitty

Ho ho! Ha ha! Hee hee!

 -Lynch +Lynch

(points) The mirror up to nature. (he laughs) Hu hu hu hu hu!

 (Stephen and Bloom gaze in the mirror. The face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears there, rigid in facial paralysis, @@ -3828,11 +3828,11 @@ Bloom) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Gaze. (he crows with a black capon's laugh) Iagogo! How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. Iagogogo!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(smiles yellowly at the three whores) When will I hear the joke?

 -Zoe +Zoe

Before you're twice married and once a widower.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Lapses are condoned. Even the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death ...

 (Mrs Dignam, widow woman, her snubnose and cheeks flushed @@ -3846,7 +3846,7 @@ dangling, Freddy whimpering, Susy with a crying cod's mouth, Alice struggling with the baby. She cuffs them on, her streamers flaunting aloft.) -Freddy +Freddy

Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

 Susy

Mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!

 @@ -3857,29 +3857,29 @@ drunkenly, the children run aside. Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in merry widow hat and kimono gown. She glides sidling and bowing, twirling japanesily.) -Mrs Cunningham +Mrs Cunningham

(sings) And they call me the jewel of Asia!

 -Martin Cunningham +Martin Cunningham

(gazes on her, impassive) Immense! Most bloody awful demirep!

 -Stephen +Stephen

Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti. Queens lay with prize bulls. Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first confessionbox. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the house of Lambert. And Noah was drunk with wine. And his ark was open.

 -Bella +Bella

None of that here. Come to the wrong shop.

 -Lynch +Lynch

Let him alone. He's back from Paris.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(runs to Stephen and links him) O go on! Give us some parleyvoo.

 (Stephen claps hat on head and leaps over to the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a painted smile on his face.) -Lynch +Lynch

(pommelling on the sofa) Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(gabbles with marionette jerks) Thousand places of entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric @@ -3893,11 +3893,11 @@ of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. (he clacks his tongue loudly) Ho, là là! Ce pif qu'il a!

 -Lynch +Lynch

Vive le vampire!

 The Whores

Bravo! Parleyvoo!

 -Stephen +Stephen

(with head back, laughs loudly, clapping himself grimacing) Great success of laughing. Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians. Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very @@ -3908,36 +3908,36 @@ ten times. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the belly pièce de Shakespeare.

 -Bella +Bella

(clapping her belly sinks back on the sofa, with a shout of laughter) An omelette on the .... Ho! ho! ho! ho! ... omelette on the ....

 -Stephen +Stephen

(mincingly) I love you, sir darling. Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. O yes, mon loup. How much cost? Waterloo. Watercloset. (he ceases suddenly and holds up a forefinger)

 -Bella +Bella

(laughing) Omelette ....

 The Whores

(laughing) Encore! Encore!

 -Stephen +Stephen

Mark me. I dreamt of a watermelon.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

 -Lynch +Lynch

Across the world for a wife.

 -Florry +Florry

Dreams goes by contraries.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(extends his arms) It was here. Street of harlots. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. Where's the red carpet spread?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(approaching Stephen) Look ....

 -Stephen +Stephen

No, I flew. My foes beneath me. And ever shall be. World without end. (he cries) Pater! Free!

 -Bloom +Bloom

I say, look ...

 -Stephen +Stephen

Break my spirit, will he? O merde alors! (he cries, his vulture talons sharpened) Holà! Hillyho!

 (Simon Dedalus' voice hilloes in answer, somewhat sleepy but @@ -3984,7 +3984,7 @@ spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.) The Orange Lodges

(jeering) Get down and push, mister. Last lap! You'll be home the night!

 -Garrett Deasy +Garrett Deasy

(bolt upright, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing in the prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop) Per vias rectas!

 @@ -3995,24 +3995,24 @@

Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!

 (Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows, singing in discord.) -Stephen +Stephen

Hark! Our friend noise in the street.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(holds up her hand) Stop!

 Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey

Yet I've a sort of a Yorkshire relish for ...

 -Zoe +Zoe

That's me. (she claps her hands) Dance! Dance! (she runs to the pianola) Who has twopence?

 -Bloom +Bloom

Who'll ...?

 -Lynch +Lynch

(handing her coins) Here.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(cracking his fingers impatiently) Quick! Quick! Where's my augur's rod? (he runs to the piano and takes his ashplant, beating his foot in tripudium)

 -Zoe +Zoe

(turns the drumhandle) There.

 (She drops two pennies in the slot. Gold, pink and violet lights start forth. The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz. Professor @@ -4021,7 +4021,7 @@ across the room, his hands fluttering. He sits tinily on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, his bowknot bobbing.) -Zoe +Zoe

(twirls round herself, heeltapping) Dance. Anybody here for there? Who'll dance? Clear the table.

 (The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude @@ -4039,7 +4039,7 @@ immense dahlia. He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane, then wedges it tight in his oxter. He places a hand lightly on his breastbone, bows, and fondles his flower and buttons.) -Maginni +Maginni

The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Fancy dress balls arranged. Deportment. The Katty Lanner step. So. Watch me! My terpsichorean abilities. (he @@ -4057,7 +4057,7 @@ Nimbly they dance, twirling their skipping ropes. The hours of noon follow in amber gold. Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.) -Maginni +Maginni

(clipclaps glovesilent hands) Carré! Avant deux! Breathe evenly! Balancé!

 (The morning and noon hours waltz in their places, turning, advancing to each other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis. @@ -4077,7 +4077,7 @@ advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom. They are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the landbreeze.) -Maginni +Maginni

Avant huit! Traversé! Salut! Cours de mains! Croisé!

 (The night hours, one by one, steal to the last place. Morning, noon and twilight hours retreat before them. They are masked, with @@ -4085,28 +4085,28 @@ under veils.) The Bracelets

Heigho! Heigho!

 -Zoe +Zoe

(twirling, her hand to her brow) O!

 -Maginni +Maginni

Les tiroirs! Chaîne de dames! La corbeille! Dos à dos!

 (Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.) -Zoe +Zoe

I'm giddy!

 (She frees herself, droops on a chair. Stephen seizes Florry and turns with her.) -Maginni +Maginni

Boulangère! Les ronds! Les ponts! Chevaux de bois! Escargots!

 (Twining, receding, with interchanging hands the night hours link each each with arching arms in a mosaic of movements. Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously.) -Maginni +Maginni

Dansez avec vos dames! Changez de dames! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! Remerciez!

 The Pianola

Best, best of all, Baraabum!

 -Kitty +Kitty

(jumps up) O, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus bazaar!

 (She runs to Stephen. He leaves Florry brusquely and seizes Kitty. A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks. @@ -4114,10 +4114,10 @@ room right roundabout the room.) The Pianola

My girl's a Yorkshire girl.

 -Zoe +Zoe

Yorkshire through and through. Come on all!

 (She seizes Florry and waltzes her.) -Stephen +Stephen

Pas seul!

 (He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, snatches up his ashplant from the table and takes the floor. All wheel whirl waltz twirl Bloombella @@ -4134,9 +4134,9 @@ scootlootshoot lumbering by. Baraabum!) Tutti

Encore! Bis! Bravo! Encore!

 -Simon +Simon

Think of your mother's people!

 -Stephen +Stephen

Dance of death.

 (Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse, nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in @@ -4153,7 +4153,7 @@ Eyes closed he totters. Red rails fly spacewards. Stars all around suns turn roundabout. Bright midges dance on walls. He stops dead.) -Stephen +Stephen

Ho!

 (Stephen's mother, emaciated, rises stark through the floor, in leper grey with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a torn bridal veil, @@ -4167,149 +4167,149 @@ (From the top of a tower Buck Mulligan, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with curling bell, stands gaping at her, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand.) -Buck Mulligan +Buck Mulligan

She's beastly dead. The pity of it! Mulligan meets the afflicted mother. (he upturns his eyes) Mercurial Malachi!

 -The Mother +The Mother

(with the subtle smile of death's madness) I was once the beautiful May Goulding. I am dead.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(horrorstruck) Lemur, who are you? No. What bogeyman's trick is this?

 -Buck Mulligan +Buck Mulligan

(shakes his curling capbell) The mockery of it! Kinch dogsbody killed her bitchbody. She kicked the bucket. (tears of molten butter fall from his eyes on to the scone) Our great sweet mother! Epi oinopa ponton.

 -The Mother +The Mother

(comes nearer, breathing upon him softly her breath of wetted ashes) All must go through it, Stephen. More women than men in the world. You too. Time will come.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(choking with fright, remorse and horror) They say I killed you, mother. He offended your memory. Cancer did it, not I. Destiny.

 -The Mother +The Mother

(a green rill of bile trickling from a side of her mouth) You sang that song to me. Love's bitter mystery.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(eagerly) Tell me the word, mother, if you know now. The word known to all men.

 -The Mother +The Mother

Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee? Who had pity for you when you were sad among the strangers? Prayer is allpowerful. Prayer for the suffering souls in the Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence. Repent, Stephen.

 -Stephen +Stephen

The ghoul! Hyena!

 -The Mother +The Mother

I pray for you in my other world. Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork. Years and years I loved you, O, my son, my firstborn, when you lay in my womb.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(fanning herself with the gratefan) I'm melting!

 -Florry +Florry

(points to Stephen) Look! He's white.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(goes to the window to open it more) Giddy.

 -The Mother +The Mother

(with smouldering eyes) Repent! O, the fire of hell!

 -Stephen +Stephen

(panting) His noncorrosive sublimate! The corpsechewer! Raw head and bloody bones.

 -The Mother +The Mother

(her face drawing near and nearer, sending out an ashen breath) Beware! (she raises her blackened withered right arm slowly towards Stephen's breast with outstretched finger) Beware God's hand!

 (A green crab with malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen's heart.) -Stephen +Stephen

(strangled with rage, his features drawn grey and old) Shite!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(at the window) What?

 -Stephen +Stephen

Ah non, par exemple! The intellectual imagination! With me all or not at all. Non serviam!

 -Florry +Florry

Give him some cold water. Wait. (she rushes out)

 -The Mother +The Mother

(wrings her hands slowly, moaning desperately) O Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him! Save him from hell, O Divine Sacred Heart!

 -Stephen +Stephen

No! No! No! Break my spirit, all of you, if you can! I'll bring you all to heel!

 -The Mother +The Mother

(in the agony of her deathrattle) Have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Nothung!

 (He lifts his ashplant high with both hands and smashes the chandelier. Time's livid final flame leaps and, in the following darkness, ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry.) The Gasjet

Pwfungg!

 -Bloom +Bloom

Stop!

 -Lynch +Lynch

(rushes forward and seizes Stephen's hand) Here! Hold on! Don't run amok!

 -Bella +Bella

Police!

 (Stephen, abandoning his ashplant, his head and arms thrown back stark, beats the ground and flies from the room, past the whores at the door.) -Bella +Bella

(screams) After him!

 (The two whores rush to the halldoor. Lynch and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the room. They talk excitedly. Bloom follows, returns.) The Whores

(jammed in the doorway, pointing) Down there.

 -Zoe +Zoe

(pointing) There. There's something up.

 -Bella +Bella

Who pays for the lamp? (she seizes Bloom's coattail) Here, you were with him. The lamp's broken.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(rushes to the hall, rushes back) What lamp, woman?

 A Whore

He tore his coat.

 -Bella +Bella

(her eyes hard with anger and cupidity, points) Who's to pay for that? Ten shillings. You're a witness.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(snatches up Stephen's ashplant) Me? Ten shillings? Haven't you lifted enough off him? Didn't he ....?

 -Bella +Bella

(loudly) Here, none of your tall talk. This isn't a brothel. A tenshilling house.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(His head under the lamp, pulls the chain. Puling, the gasjet lights up a crushed mauve purple shade. He raises the ashplant.) Only the chimney's broken. Here is all he ....

 -Bella +Bella

(shrinks back and screams) Jesus! Don't!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(warding off a blow) To show you how he hit the paper. There's not sixpenceworth of damage done. Ten shillings!

 -Florry +Florry

(with a glass of water, enters) Where is he?

 -Bella +Bella

Do you want me to call the police?

 -Bloom +Bloom

O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he's a Trinity student. Patrons of your establishment. Gentlemen that pay the rent. (he makes a masonic sign) Know what I mean? Nephew of the vicechancellor. You don't want a scandal.

 -Bella +Bella

(angrily) Trinity. Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing. Are you my commander here or? Where is he? I'll charge him! Disgrace him, I will! (she shouts) Zoe! Zoe!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(urgently) And if it were your own son in Oxford? (warningly) I know.

 -Bella +Bella

(almost speechless) Who are. Incog!

 -Zoe +Zoe

(in the doorway) There's a row on.

 -Bloom +Bloom

What? Where? (he throws a shilling on the table and starts) That's for the chimney. Where? I need mountain air.

 (He hurries out through the hall. The whores point. Florry follows, @@ -4367,27 +4367,27 @@ panting stops on the fringe of the noisy quarrelling knot, a lot not knowing a jot what hi! hi! row and wrangle round the whowhat brawlaltogether.) -Stephen +Stephen

(with elaborate gestures, breathing deeply and slowly) You are my guests. Uninvited. By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. History to blame. Fabled by mothers of memory.

 Private Carr

(to Cissy Caffrey) Was he insulting you?

 -Stephen +Stephen

Addressed her in vocative feminine. Probably neuter. Ungenitive.

 Voices

No, he didn't. I seen him. The girl there. He was in Mrs Cohen's. What's up? Soldier and civilian.

 -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

I was in company with the soldiers and they left me to do, you know, and the young man run up behind me. But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.

 Voices

Shesfaithfultheman.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(catches sight of Lynch's and Kitty's heads) Hail, Sisyphus. (he points to himself and the others) Poetic. Uropoetic.

 -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

Yes, to go with him. And me with a soldier friend.

 Private Compton

He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter. Biff him one, Harry.

 @@ -4398,19 +4398,19 @@ flowingbearded) Theirs not to reason why.

 Private Compton

Biff him, Harry.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(to Private Compton) I don't know your name but you are quite right. Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. Shirt is synechdoche. Part for the whole.

 -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

(to the crowd) No, I was with the privates.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(amiably) Why not? The bold soldier boy. In my opinion every lady for example .....

 Private Carr

(his cap awry, advances to Stephen) Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw?

 -Stephen +Stephen

(looks up to the sky) How? Very unpleasant. Noble art of selfpretence. Personally, I detest action. (he waves his hand) Hand hurts me slightly. Enfin ce sont vos oignons. (to Cissy Caffrey) Some trouble is on here. @@ -4420,17 +4420,17 @@ Jericho) Rahab. Cook's son, goodbye. Safe home to Dolly. Dream of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you.

 (The soldiers turn their swimming eyes.) -Bloom +Bloom

(elbowing through the crowd, plucks Stephen's sleeve vigorously) Come now, professor, that carman is waiting.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(turns) Eh? (he disengages himself) Why should I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange? (he points his finger) I'm not afraid of what I can talk to if I see his eye. Retaining the perpendicular. (he staggers a pace back)

 -Bloom +Bloom

(propping him) Retain your own.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(laughs emptily) My centre of gravity is displaced. I have forgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Struggle for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of @@ -4466,7 +4466,7 @@ in acknowledgment.) Private Carr

(to Stephen) Say it again.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(nervous, friendly, pulls himself up) I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the moment. This is the age of patent medicines. A discussion is difficult down here. But this is the point. You die @@ -4478,39 +4478,39 @@ a white jujube in his phosphorescent face) My methods are new and are causing surprise. To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Kings and unicorns! (he falls back a pace) Come somewhere and we'll ... What was that girl saying ...?

 Private Compton

Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers. Stick one into Jerry.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(to the privates, softly) He doesn't know what he's saying. Taken a little more than is good for him. Absinthe. Greeneyed monster. I know him. He's a gentleman, a poet. It's all right.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(nods, smiling and laughing) Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.

 Private Carr

I don't give a bugger who he is.

 Private Compton

We don't give a bugger who he is.

 -Stephen +Stephen

I seem to annoy them. Green rag to a bull.

 (Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) -Kevin Egan +Kevin Egan

H'lo! Bonjour! The vieille ogresse with the dents jaunes.

 (Patrice Egan peeps from behind, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.) -Patrice +Patrice

Socialiste!

 Don Emile Patrizio Franz Rupert Pope Hennessy

(in medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his helm, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the privates) Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(to Stephen) Come home. You'll get into trouble.

 -Stephen +Stephen

(swaying) I don't avoid it. He provokes my intelligence.

 Biddy the Clap

One immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage.

 @@ -4521,7 +4521,7 @@ Edward!

 A Rough

(laughs) Ay! Hands up to De Wet.

 -The Citizen +The Citizen

(with a huge emerald muffler and shillelagh, calls) May the God above Send down a dove @@ -4565,21 +4565,21 @@ Drinking whisky, beer and wine!

 Private Carr

Here. What are you saying about my king?

 -Stephen +Stephen

(throws up his hands) O, this is too monotonous! Nothing. He wants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for some brutish empire of his. Money I haven't. (he searches his pockets vaguely) Gave it to someone.

 Private Carr

Who wants your bleeding money?

 -Stephen +Stephen

(tries to move off) Will someone tell me where I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Ça se voit aussi à Paris. Not that I ... But, by saint Patrick .....!

 (The women's heads coalesce. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of the potato blight on her breast.) -Stephen +Stephen

Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet, revenge! The old sow that eats her farrow!

 Old Gummy Granny @@ -4587,23 +4587,23 @@ alanna. Strangers in my house, bad manners to them! (she keens with banshee woe) Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine! (she wails) You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand?

 -Stephen +Stephen

How do I stand you? The hat trick! Where's the third person of the Blessed Trinity? Soggarth Aroon? The reverend Carrion Crow.

 -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

(shrill) Stop them from fighting!

 A Rough

Our men retreated.

 Private Carr

(tugging at his belt) I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(terrified) He said nothing. Not a word. A pure misunderstanding.

 Private Compton

Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He's a proBoer.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Did I? When?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(to the redcoats) We fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. Isn't that history? Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Honoured by our monarch.

 The Navvy @@ -4618,7 +4618,7 @@ Major Tweedy

(growls gruffly) Rorke's Drift! Up, guards, and at them! Mahar shalal hashbaz.

 -The Citizen +The Citizen

Erin go bragh!

 (Major Tweedy and the Citizen exhibit to each other medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds. Both salute with fierce @@ -4629,7 +4629,7 @@

(moves the crowd back) Fair play, here. Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger.

 (Massed bands blare Garryowenand God save the king.) -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

They're going to fight. For me!

 Cunty Kate

The brave and the fair.

 @@ -4638,20 +4638,20 @@ Cunty Kate

(blushing deeply) Nay, madam. The gules doublet and merry saint George for me!

 -Stephen +Stephen

The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet.

 Private Carr

(loosening his belt, shouts) I'll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(shakes Cissy Caffrey's shoulders) Speak, you! Are you struck dumb? You are the link between nations and generations. Speak, woman, sacred lifegiver!

 -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

(alarmed, seizes Private Carr's sleeve) Amn't I with you? Amn't I your girl? Cissy's your girl. (she cries) Police!

 -Stephen +Stephen

(ecstatically, to Cissy Caffrey) White thy fambles, red thy gan And thy quarrons dainty is.

 @@ -4721,27 +4721,27 @@

(with ferocious articulation) I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ! I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!

 (The retriever, nosing on the fringe of the crowd, barks noisily.) -Bloom +Bloom

(runs to Lynch) Can't you get him away?

 -Lynch +Lynch

He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! (to Bloom) Get him away, you. He won't listen to me.

 (He drags Kitty away.) -Stephen +Stephen

(points) Exit Judas. Et laqueo se suspendit.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(runs to Stephen) Come along with me now before worse happens. Here's your stick.

 -Stephen +Stephen

Stick, no. Reason. This feast of pure reason.

 Old Gummy Granny

(thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand) Remove him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Ireland will be free. (she prays) O good God, take him!

 -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

(pulling Private Carr) Come on, you're boosed. He insulted me but I forgive him. (shouting in his ear) I forgive him for insulting me.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(over Stephen's shoulder) Yes, go. You see he's incapable.

 Private Carr

(breaks loose) I'll insult him.

 @@ -4765,30 +4765,30 @@ (They grab at each other's hair, claw at each other and spit.) The Retriever

(barking) Wow wow wow.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(shoves them back, loudly) Get back, stand back!

 Private Compton

(tugging his comrade) Here. Bugger off, Harry. Here's the cops!

 (Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the group.) -First Watch +First Watch

What's wrong here?

 Private Compton

We were with this lady. And he insulted us. And assaulted my chum. (the retriever barks) Who owns the bleeding tyke?

 -Cissy Caffrey +Cissy Caffrey

(with expectation) Is he bleeding!

 A Man

(rising from his knees) No. Gone off. He'll come to all right.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(glances sharply at the man) Leave him to me. I can easily .....

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

Who are you? Do you know him?

 Private Carr

(lurches towards the watch) He insulted my lady friend.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(angrily) You hit him without provocation. I'm a witness. Constable, take his regimental number.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

I don't want your instructions in the discharge of my duty.

 Private Compton

(pulling his comrade) Here, bugger off, Harry. Or Bennett'll shove you in @@ -4796,81 +4796,81 @@ Private Carr

(staggering as he is pulled away) God fuck old Bennett. He's a whitearsed bugger. I don't give a shit for him.

 -First Watch +First Watch

(takes out his notebook) What's his name?

 -Bloom +Bloom

(peering over the crowd) I just see a car there. If you give me a hand a second, sergeant ....

 -First Watch +First Watch

Name and address.

 (Corny Kelleher, weepers round his hat, a death wreath in his hand, appears among the bystanders.) -Bloom +Bloom

(quickly) O, the very man! (he whispers) Simon Dedalus' son. A bit sprung. Get those policemen to move those loafers back.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

Night, Mr Kelleher.

 -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

(to the watch, with drawling eye) That's all right. I know him. Won a bit on the races. Gold cup. Throwaway. (he laughs) Twenty to one. Do you follow me?

 -First Watch +First Watch

(turns to the crowd) Here, what are you all gaping at? Move on out of that.

 (The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, down the lane.) -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

Leave it to me, sergeant. That'll be all right. (he laughs, shaking his head) We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. What? Eh, what?

 -First Watch +First Watch

(laughs) I suppose so.

 -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

(nudges the second watch) Come and wipe your name off the slate. (he lilts, wagging his head) With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. What, eh, do you follow me?

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

(genially) Ah, sure we were too.

 -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

(winking) Boys will be boys. I've a car round there.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

All right, Mr Kelleher. Good night.

 -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

I'll see to that.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(shakes hands with both of the watch in turn) Thank you very much, gentlemen. Thank you. (he mumbles confidentially) We don't want any scandal, you understand. Father is a wellknown highly respected citizen. Just a little wild oats, you understand.

 -First Watch +First Watch

O. I understand, sir.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

That's all right, sir.

 -First Watch +First Watch

It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

 -Bloom +Bloom

(nods rapidly) Naturally. Quite right. Only your bounden duty.

 -Second Watch +Second Watch

It's our duty.

 -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

Good night, men.

 The Watch

(saluting together) Night, gentlemen.

 (They move off with slow heavy tread.) -Bloom +Bloom

(blows) Providential you came on the scene. You have a car ...?

 -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

(laughs, pointing his thumb over his right shoulder to the car brought up against the scaffolding) Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. Like princes, faith. One of them lost two quid on the race. Drowning his grief. And were on for a go with the jolly girls. So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown.

 -Bloom +Bloom

I was just going home by Gardiner street when I happened to ...

 -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

(laughs) Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots. No, by God, says I. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. (he laughs again and leers with lacklustre eye) Thanks be to God we have it in the house, what, eh, do you follow me? Hah, hah, hah!

 -Bloom +Bloom

(tries to laugh) He, he, he! Yes. Matter of fact I was just visiting an old friend of mine there, Virag, you don't know him (poor fellow, he's laid up for the past week) and we had a liquor together and I was just making my @@ -4878,33 +4878,33 @@ (The horse neighs.) The Horse

Hohohohohohoh! Hohohohome!

 -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and got off to see. (he laughs) Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. Will I give him a lift home? Where does he hang out? Somewhere in Cabra, what?

 -Bloom +Bloom

No, in Sandycove, I believe, from what he let drop.

 (Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars. Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the horse. Bloom, in gloom, looms down.) -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

(scratches his nape) Sandycove! (he bends down and calls to Stephen) Eh! (he calls again) Eh! He's covered with shavings anyhow. Take care they didn't lift anything off him.

 -Bloom +Bloom

No, no, no. I have his money and his hat here and stick.

 -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

Ah, well, he'll get over it. No bones broken. Well, I'll shove along. (he laughs) I've a rendezvous in the morning. Burying the dead. Safe home!

 The Horse

(neighs) Hohohohohome.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Good night. I'll just wait and take him along in a few ...

 (Corny Kelleher returns to the outside car and mounts it. The horseharness jingles.) -Corny Kelleher +Corny Kelleher

(from the car, standing) Night.

 -Bloom +Bloom

Night.

 (The jarvey chucks the reins and raises his whip encouragingly. The car and horse back slowly, awkwardly, and turn. Corny @@ -4922,23 +4922,23 @@ his hand Stephen's hat, festooned with shavings, and ashplant, stands irresolute. Then he bends to him and shakes him by the shoulder.) -Bloom +Bloom

Eh! Ho! (There is no answer. He bends again.) Mr Dedalus! (there is no answer) The name if you call. Somnambulist. (he bends again and, hesitating, brings his mouth near the face of the prostrate form) Stephen! (There is no answer. He calls again.) Stephen!

 -Stephen +Stephen

(frowns) Who? Black panther. Vampire. (he sighs and stretches himself, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels) Who ... drive ... Fergus now And pierce ... wood's woven shade ..?

 (He turns on his left side, sighing, doubling himself together.) -Bloom +Bloom

Poetry. Well educated. Pity. (he bends again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat) To breathe. (he brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and fingers) One pound seven. Not hurt anyhow. (he listens) What?

 -Stephen +Stephen

(murmurs) .... shadows ... the woods ... white breast ... dim sea.

 @@ -4946,7 +4946,7 @@ holding the hat and ashplant, stands erect. A dog barks in the distance. Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the ashplant. He looks down on Stephen's face and form.) -Bloom +Bloom

(communes with the night) Face reminds me of his poor mother. In the shady wood. The deep white breast. Ferguson, I think I caught. A girl. Some girl. Best thing could happen him. (he murmurs) ..... swear that I will @@ -4959,9 +4959,9 @@ Eton suit with glass shoes and a little bronze helmet, holding a book in his hand. He reads from right to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing the page.) -Bloom +Bloom

(wonderstruck, calls inaudibly) Rudy!

 -Rudy +Rudy (gazes, unseeing, into Bloom's eyes and goes on reading, kissing, smiling. He has a delicate mauve face. On his suit he has diamond and ruby buttons. In his free left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a violet