(Theº Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green will-o'-the-wispsº and danger signals. Rows of grimyº houses with gaping doors. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fans. Round |10a Rabaiotti's10| halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble. They grab wafers between which are wedged lumps of coralº and copper snow. Sucking, they scatter slowly, childrenº. The swancomb of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the murk, white and blue under a lighthouse. Whistles call and answer.)
Round behind the stable.
Where's the great light?
(They release him. He jerks on. A pigmy woman swings on a rope slung between twoº railings, counting. A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its arm and hat snoresº|10,10| |7groans, grinding growling teeth, and snores again7|. On a step a gnome totting among |12rubbish a rubbishtip12| crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones. A crone standing by with a smoky oillampº rams herº last bottle in the maw of his sack. He heaves his booty, tugs askew his peaked cap and hobbles off mutely. The crone makes back for her lair,º swaying her lamp. A bandy child, asquat on the doorstep with a paper shuttlecockº , crawls sidling after her in spurts, clutches her skirt, scrambles up. A drunken navvy grips with both hands the railings of an area, lurching heavily. At a corner two night watch in |10shoulder capes shouldercapesº ,10| their hands upon their |10staff holsters, staffholsters,10| loom tall. A plate crashes:º a woman screams:º a child wails. Oaths of a man roar, mutter, cease. Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens. In a room lit by a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the hair of a scrofulousº child. Cissy Caffrey's voice, still young, sings shrill from a lane.)
I gave it to Molly
Because she was jolly,
The leg of the duckº
The leg of the duck.
(Private Carr and Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in
their oxters, as they march
unsteadilyº rightaboutface and
burst together from their mouths a volleyed fart. Laughter of men from the lane.
A hoarse virago retorts.)
More luck to me.
Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet. (She sings.)
(Private Carr and Private Compton turn and counterretort, their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. Stephen Dedalus (5& and5) Lynch pass through the crowd close to the redcoats.)
(Jerks his finger.) Way for the parson.
(Turns and calls.) What ho, parson!
(Her voice soaring higher.)
She has it, she got it,
Wherever she put it,º
The leg of the duck.
flourishing the ashplant in his left hand,
chants with joy
the introit for paschal time. Lynch, his jockey
capº low on his brow, attends him,
a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face.)
(Altius aliquantulum.) Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista.
(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with Bertha Supple, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)
(Bickering.) And says the one: I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher|11, the greaser off the railway,11| in |11the his11| |10come-to-bed cometobed10| 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!º Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride,º the enginedriver, and lancecorporal Oliphant.
(Triumphaliter.) |7Salvi facti sunt. Salvi factiº sunt.7|
(He flourishes his ashplant,º shivering the lamp image, shattering light over the world.(5|10)10|5)
Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?
(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,º in planes intersecting, the fingers about to part, the left being higher.)
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, climbs in spasms. From the top spur he slides down. Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb. The navvy lurches against the lamp. The twins scuttle off in the dark. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot. Shoulderingº the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset.
Snakes of river fog creep slowly. From drains, clefts,
arise on all sides stagnant fumes. A glow leaps in the south beyond the
seaward reaches of the river. The navvy, staggering
forward,º cleaves the crowd and
lurches towards the tramsiding. On the farther side under the railway bridge
appears,º flushed, panting,
cramming bread and chocolate into a
From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him
gallant Nelson's image. A concave mirror
at the side presents to him lovelorn |6long lost longlost6| lugubru Booloohoom. Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom. He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of jollypoldyº the rixdix doldy.
At Antonio Rabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the bright arclampº. He disappears. In a moment he reappears and hurries on.)
Fish and taters. N.g. Ah!
(He disappears into
Olhausen'sº , the pork butcher's, under the downcoming
|10roll shutter rollshutter10|. A few moments later he emerges from under the shutter, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. In each hand he holds a parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper. He gasps, standing upright. Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his ribsº and groans.)
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.)
What is that? A flasher? Searchlight.
(He stands at Cormack's corner, watching.)
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! (He catches sight of the navvy lurching through the crowd at the farther side of Talbot street.) I'll miss him. Run. Quick. Better cross here.
(He darts to cross the road. Urchins shout.)
Mind out, mister!
(He looks round, darts forward suddenly. Through rising fog a dragon sandstrewer|12, travelling at caution,12| slews heavily down upon him, its huge red headlight winking, its trolley hissing on the wire. The motorman bangs his footgong.)
Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.
(The brake cracks violently. Bloom, raising a policeman's whitegloved hand, blunders,º stifflegged, out of the track. The motorman,º thrown forward, pugnosed, on the guidewheel, yells as he slides past |12over chains and keys12|.)
(Bloom trickleaps to the curbstone and halts again. He brushes a mudflake from his cheek with a parcelled hand.)
Close shave that
but cured the stitch. Must take up Sandow's
exercisesº again. On the hands down.
Insure against street accident too. The Providential. (He feels his trouser
pocket.) Poor mamma's panacea.
Heel easily catch in
or bootlace in a
cog. Dayº the wheel of the
Mariaº peeled off my shoe at
Leonard's corner. Third time is the charm. Shoe trick. Insolent driver. I
ought to report him. Tension makes them nervous. Might
be the fellow balked me this morning with that horsey woman. Same style of beauty. Quick of him all theº same. The stiff walk. True word spoken in jest. That awful cramp in Lad lane. Something poisonous I ate. Emblem of luck. Why? Probably lost cattle. Mark of the beast. (He closes his eyes an instant.) Bit light in
the head. Monthly or effect of the other. Brainfogfag. That tired feeling. Too much for me now. Ow!
(A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against O'Beirne's wall, a visage unknown, injected with dark mercury. From under a |10wide leaved wideleaved10| sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye.)
(Impassive, raises a signal arm.) |12Password.12| |10Sraid Mabbot Sraid Mabbot10|.
Haha. |10Merci Merci10|. Esperanto. |10Slan leath Slan leath10|. (He mutters.) Gaelic league spy, sent by that (7fire eater fireeaterº7).
(He swerves, sidles, stepaside, slips past and on.)
Keep to the right, right, right. If there is a fingerpost 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 headedº In darkestº Stepaside. Keep, keep, keep to the right. Rags and bonesº at midnight. A fence more likely. First place murderer makes for. Wash off his sins of the world.
(Jacky Caffrey, hunted by Tommy Caffrey, runs full tilt against Bloom.)
(The retriever approachesº sniffingº|12, nose to the ground12|. |12A sprawled form sneezes.12| A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the long caftan of an elder in Zion and a smokingcapº with magenta tassels. Horned spectacles hang down at the wings of the nose. Yellow poison streaks are on the drawn face.)
(Hides the crubeen and trotter behind his back and, crestfallen, feels warm and cold feetmeat.) |10Ja, ich weiss, papachi Ja, ich weiss, papachi10|.
What you making down this place?
|10Have you no
feeble vulture talons he feels the silent face of Bloom.) Are you not my son
Leopold, the grandsonº 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?
(With precaution.) I suppose so, father. Mosenthal. All that's left of him.
(Severely.) One night they bring you home drunk as dog
after spend your good money. What you call them running chaps?
(In youth's smart blue Oxford suit with white vestslips, |10narrow shouldered narrowshouldered,10| in brown Alpine hat, wearing gent's sterling silver Waterburyº keyless watch and double curb Albert with seal attached, one side of him coated with stiffening mud.) Harriers, father. Only that once.
(Weakly.) They challenged me to a sprint. It was muddy. I slipped.
(With contempt.) |10Goim nachez! Goim nachez!º10| Nice spectacles for your poor mother!
dame's stringed mobcap,
blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, grey
mittens and cameo
brooch, her plaited hairº in a crispine net, appears over the staircase
banisters, a slanted candlestick in her hand,º and cries out in shrill alarm.) O blessed Redeemer, what have they done to him! My smelling salts! (She hauls up a reef of skirt and ransacks the pouch of her striped (5blaey blayº5) petticoat. A phial, an Agnus Dei, a shrivelled potato and a celluloid doll fall out.) Sacred Heart of Mary, where were you at allº at all?
Who? (He |6ducks and6| wards off a blow clumsily.) At your service.
(He looks up. Beside her
datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him. Opulent curves fill out her scarlet
trousers and jacket|10,º slashed with gold10|. |7A wide yellow cummerbund girdles her.7| A white yashmak,º violet in the night, covers her face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and raven hair.)
Welly? Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me. (Satirically.) Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?
(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,º desire, spellbound.
A coin gleams on her
forehead. |10On her feet are jewelled
toerings.10| Her ankletsº are linked by a slender fetterchain. Beside her a camel, hooded with a turreting turban, waits. A silk ladder of innumerable rungs climbs to his bobbing howdah. He ambles near with disgruntled hindquarters. Fiercely she slaps his haunch, |10her goldcurb wristbangles angriling,10| scolding him in Moorish.)
(The camel|10, ra lifting a foreleg|12,12| plucks from a tree a large mango fruit, offers it to his mistress, blinking, in his cloven hoof,º then10| droops his head and|7, grunting, with uplifted neck,7| fumbles to kneel. Bloom stoops his back for leapfrog.)
I can give you … I mean as your business menagerer … Mrs Marion … if you …
So you notice some change?
(|10Her hands passing
slowly over her trinketed
A slow friendly mockery in her eyes.) O Poldy, Poldy, you are a poor old
stick in the mud! Go and
see life. See
theº wide world.
points to the south, then to the east. A cake of new clean lemon soap arises, diffusing light and perfume.)
We're a capital couple are Bloom and
He brightens the earth, I polish the sky.
Three and a penny, please.
Yes. For my wife(5,º5) Mrs Marion. Special recipe.
Ti trema un poco il cuore?
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
Ten shillings a maidenhead. Fresh thing was never touched. Fifteen. |7There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk.7|
(She points. In the gap of her dark den furtive, |10rain bedraggled rainbedraggled10|, Bridie Kelly stands.)
Hatch street. Any good in your mind?
(With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs. A burly rough pursues with booted strides. He stumbles on the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom. Weak squeaks of laughter are heard, weaker.)
(Leering, Gerty MacDowell limps forward. She draws from behind, ogling, and shows coyly her bloodied clout.)
I? When? |10You're dreaming.10| I never saw you.
Leave the gentleman
|7Writing the gentleman false
for your mother take
the strap to you
at the bedpost,
hussy like you.
(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.
(Coughs gravely.) Madam, when we last had this pleasure |7on by letter dated7| the sixteenth instant …
(Hurriedly.) Not so loud my name. |12Whatever do you think ofº me?12| Don't give me away. Walls have earsº. How do you do? It's ages since I. |7You're looking splendid. Absolutely it.7| Seasonable weather we are having this time of year. Black refracts heat. Short cut home here. Interesting quarter. Rescue of fallen women.º |6Magdalen asylum|7.7|6| I am the secretary …
Now,º don't tell a
know somebody won't like
that.10| O just wait
till I see Molly! (Slily.) Account for yourself this very
minuteºerr) or woe betide you!
(Looks behind.) She often said she'd like to visit. |6Slumming.6| The exotic, you see. Negro servants |v7toov7| |6in liveryº6| |v7toov7| if she had money. Othello|10. Black black10| brute. Eugene Stratton. Even the bones and cornerman at the Livermore christies. Bohee brothers. Sweep for that matter.
and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched
Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their
buttonholes,º leap out. Each has
his banjo slung. Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires.
tusks they rattle through a
singing, back to
back, toe heel, heel toe, with smackfatclacking nigger lips.)
TOM AND SAM
O, you ruck! You ought to see yourself!
For old sake' sake. I only meant |10a square party,10| 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.
(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,º Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading?º Subject, what is in this snuffbox?º
(|10Squire of dames,10| in dinner jacket with watered silk facingsº , |7blue masonic badge in his buttonhole,7| black bow and mother-of-pearlº studs, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his hand.) Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Ireland, home and beauty.
The dear dead days beyond recall.
Love's old sweet song.
(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.
(Gushingly.) Tremendously teapot! London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me!º (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.
(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.) |10The witching hour of night.10| I took the splinter out of this hand, carefully, slowly. |7(Tenderly|10, as he slips on her finger a ruby ring10|.) Là ci darem la mano.7|
(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.) |7Voglio e non …º7| You're hot! You're scalding! The left hand nearest the heart.
When you made your present choice they said it was beauty and the beast. |6I can never forgive you for that.6| |10(His clenched fist at his brow.) Think what it means. All you meant to me then.10| |6|v7(With choked sobs.)v7| |10(Hoarsely.)10| Woman, it's breaking me!6|
Breen, whitetallhatted, with Wisdom Hely's
sandwichboardsº , shuffles past
them in carpet slippers, his dull beard thrust out, muttering to
right and left. Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the pall of the ace of spades,º dogs him to left and right, doubled in laughter.)
(Points jeering at the sandwich boards.) U. p: upº.
(Shocked.) Molly's best friend! Could you?
(Her pulpy tongue between her lips|7, offers a pigeon kiss7|.) Hnhn. The answer is a lemon. Have you a little present for me there?
(Offhandedly.) Kosher. A snack for supper. The home without potted meat is incomplete. I was at Leah, Mrs Bandmannº Palmer. Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. Unfortunately threw away the programme. Rattling good place round there for pigs'º feet. Feel.
(Richie Goulding, three ladies' hats pinned on his head, appears weighted to one side by the black legal bag of |12Colles Collis12| and Ward on which a skull and crossbones are painted in white limewash. He opens it and shows it full of polonies, kippered |10herring herrings10|, Findon haddies and tightpacked pills.)
Best value in Dub.
(Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands on the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait.)
with a tilted dish
Steak and kidney. Bottle of lager. Hee hee hee. Wait till I wait.
Goodgod. Inev erate inall …
(With hanging head he marches doggedly forward. The navvy, lurching by, gores him with his flaming pronghorn.)
(With a cry of pain, his hand to his back.) Ah! Bright's! Lights!
(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.
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.
(All agog.) O, not for worlds.
Let's walk on.
THE (5blank BAWD5)
(In an oatmeal sporting suit, a sprig of woodbine in the
lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's
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|12,12| years and years ago|12,12| just after Milly,º Marionette we called her, was weaned when we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was it?
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 |12wagonette waggonette12||10. You you10| were in your heyday then and you had on that new hat of white velours with a surround of molefur that Mrs |10Galbraith Hayes10| 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 |10you10| what you like she did it on purpose …
She did, of course, the cat!
tell me!7| Nice adviser!
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 naughtyº creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.
(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 …
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 …
(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,
her feet apart, pisses cowily. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of
loiterers listen to a tale which their |10broken snouted brokensnoutedº10| gaffer rasps out with raucous humour. An armless pair of them flop wrestling, growling, in maimed sodden playfight.)
(Crouches, his voiceº twisted in his snout.) And when Cairns came down from the scaffolding in Beaver streetº what was he after doing it into only into the bucket of porter that was there waiting on the shavings for Derwan's plasterers.
(Guffaw |10with cleft palates10|.) O jays!
(Their paintspeckled hats wag. Spattered with size and lime of their lodges they frisk limblessly about him.)
Coincidence too. They think it funny |6anything. Anything6| but that.º Broad daylight. Trying to walk. Lucky no woman.
Jays, that's a good one. Glauber salts. O jays|12,12| into the men's porter.
(Bloom passes. Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled,
dishevelled, call from lanes, doors, corners.)
Are you going far, queer fellow?
Got a match on you?
Eh|10? Come, come10| hereº till I stiffen it for you.
their sump towards the lighted street beyond. From a bulge of window curtains a gramophone rears a battered brazen
trunk. In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the navvy and the two redcoats.)
(Belching.) Where's the bloody house?
Purdon street. Shilling a bottle of stout. Respectable woman.
(Gripping the two redcoats, staggers forward with them.) Come on, you British army!
(Behind his back.) He aint half balmy.
(Laughs.) What ho!
(To the navvy.) Portobello barracks canteen. You ask for Carr. Just Carr.
We are the boys. Of Wexford.
Say! What price the sergeantmajor?
Bennett? He's my pal. I love old Bennett.
The galling chain.
And free our native land.
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 thirdº ticket. Then too far. |10Train with engine behind.10| Might have taken me to Malahide or a siding for the night or collision. Second drink does it. Once is a dose. What am I following him for? Still, he's the best of that lot. If I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone and wouldn't have met. Kismet. He'll lose that cash. Relieving office here. Good biz for cheapjacks, organs. What do ye lack? Soon got, soon gone. Might have lost my life too with that mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut only for presence of mind. Can't always save you, though. If I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes |10late later10| would have been shot. Absence of body. Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. What was he? Kildare street club toff. God help his gamekeeper.
Odd!º Molly drawing on the frosted carriagepane at Kingstown. What's that like?
Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin.
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 eightpenceº too much. (The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hand, wagging his tail.) Strange how they take to me. Even that brute today. Better speak to him first. Like women they like |11rencontres rencontres11|. Stinks like a polecat. |10Chacun son goût Chacun son goût10|. He might be mad. (5Dogdays Fidoº5). Uncertain in his movements. Good fellow! |7Fido! Good fellow! Garryowen!º7| (The |10retriever wolfdog10| sprawls on his back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his long black tongue lolling out.) Influence of his surroundings. Give and have done with it. Provided nobody. (Calling encouraging words he shambles back with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the |10retriever setter10| into a dark stalestunk corner. He unrolls one parcel and goes to dump the crubeen softly but holds back and feels the trotter.) Sizeable for threepence. But then I have it in my left hand. Calls for more effort. Why? Smaller from want of use. O, let it slide. Two and six.
(With regret he lets theº unrolled crubeen and trotter slide. The |10retriever mastiff10| mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts (5blank himself5) with growling greed, crunching the bones. Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant. They murmur together.)
Bloom. Of Bloom. For Bloom. Bloom.
(Each lays hand on Bloom's shoulder.)
Caught in the act. Commit no nuisance.
(Stammers.) I am doing good to others.
(A covey of gulls, storm petrels, |7rise rises7| hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their beaks.)
|6Caw! Kaw kave kankury kake.6|
The friend of man. Trained by kindness.
toppling from a high barstool, sways over the munching
(Enthusiastically.) A noble work! I scolded that
tramdriver on Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his
harness scab. Bad
I got for my pains. Of course it was frosty and the last tram. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.
(Signor Maffei, passionpaleº , in liontamer's costume with diamondº studs in his shirtfront(err,ºerr) steps forward, holding |10a circus paper hoop,10| a curling carriagewhip and a revolver with which he covers the gorging |10dog |abearcub |12cub boarhound12|a|10|.)º
(With a sinister smile.) Ladies and gentlemen, my educated greyhound. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle |10for carnivores10|. Lash under the belly with a knotted thong. Block tackle and a strangling pulleyº will bring your lion to heel, no matter how fractious, even |11Leo ferox Leo ferox11| there, the Libyan maneater. A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the thinking 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.
Come. Name and address.
have forgotten for the moment. Ah,
takes off his
high grade hat,
saluting.) Dr Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon. You have heard of
Owns half Austria. Egypt. Cousin.
(In red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad green
badge of the Legion of Honour,11| picks up the card hastily and offers it.) Allow me. (7My club is the Junior Army and Navy. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.7)
(Reads.) Henry Flower. No fixed abode. Unlawfully watching and besetting.
An alibi. You are cautioned.
(Produces from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower.) This is the flower in question. |10It was given me by a man I don't know his name.10| (Plausibly.) You know that old joke, rose of Castile. Bloom. The change of name. Virag. (He murmurs privately and confidentially.) We are engaged you see|7, sergeant7|. Lady in the case. Love entanglement. (He shoulders the second watch gently.) Dash it all. It's a way we |10gallants10| have in the navy. Uniform that does it. (He turns gravely to the first watch.) Still, of course, you do get your Waterloo sometimes. |10Drop in some evening and have a glass of old Burgundy.10| |7(To the second watchº gaily.) I'll introduce you, inspector. She's game. Do it in the shake of a lamb's tail.7|
(A dark mercurialised face appears, leading a veiled figure.)
|7THE DARK MERCURY7|
(Thickveiled, a crimson halter round her neck, a copy of
the Irish Times in her hand, in tone of reproach, pointing.) Henry!
lost one! Clear my name.
(Sternly.) Come to the station.
(Scared, |13makes Masonic signs hats himself, steps back(err,ºerr) then, plucking at his heart and lifting his right forearm (18on18) |athea| square, he gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft13|.) No, no, |13worshipful master,13| light of love|13; mistaken. Mistaken13| identity. The Lyons mail. Lesurques and Dubosc. You remember the Childs fratricide case. We medical men. By striking him dead with a hatchet.º I am wrongfully accused. Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned.
(Sobbing behind her veil.) Breach of promise. |7My real name is Peggy Griffin.7| He wrote to me that he was miserable. I'll tell my brother, the |7footballer Bective rugger fullback7|, on you, heartless flirt.
(Tears in his eyes, to Bloom.) You ought to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself.
of the jury, let me explain. A pure
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,
am6| the daughter
of a most distinguished commander,
gallant upstanding gentleman,
do you call
Tweedy, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles.
his majority for
the heroic defence of
(Turns to the gallery.) The royal Dublins, boys,
salt of the
known the world
over. |7I think I see some old comrades in arms up there
among you. The R.D.F.º7| With our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our homes, the pluckiest lads and the finest body of men, as physique, in the service |7of our sovereign7|.
Turncoat! Up the Boers! Who booed Joe Chamberlain?
(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 |7with the colours7| for king and country |6|7and was disabled7|6| in the absentminded war |12under general Gough in the park12| |7and was disabled7| at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein|12,12| was mentioned in dispatches. I did all a white man could. (With quiet feeling.) Jim Bludso. Hold her nozzle again the bank.
Profession or trade.
Well, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalistº. 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 and Irish press. If you ring up …
(Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a quill between his
teeth. His 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.)
|6(His cock's wattles wagging.)6| Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Hello. |13Freeman's Urinal Freeman's Urinal13| and |13Weekly Arsewiper Weekly Arsewiper13|º here. Paralyse Europe. You which? Bluebags? Who writes? Is it Bloom?
stands in the witnessbox, in accurate morning dress, outbreast pocket with peak
of handkerchief showing, creased lavender trousers and patent boots. He carries
a large portfolio labelled Matcham's Masterstrokes.)
(Drawls.) No, you aren't|7. Not, notº by a long shot7| if I know it. I don't see it, that's all. No born gentleman, no-oneº with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such |7perfectly particularly7| loathsome conduct. One of those, my lord. A plagiarist. A soapy sneak masquerading as a littérateurº. It's perfectly obvious that |7with the most inherent baseness7| he has cribbed some of my bestselling copyº, really gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem|12,12| |7the love passages in which are beneath suspicion7|. The Beaufoy books |12of love and great possessions|13,º13|12| with which your lordship is doubtless familiar|13,13| are a household word throughout the kingdom.
(Murmurs with hangdog meeknessº.) That bit about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if I may …
smiles superciliously on the court.) You funny ass, you!
for words!7| I
don't think you need over excessively disincommodate yourself in that regard. My
literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance. I presume, my lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we?º We are considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman johnny|7, this jackdaw of Rheims,7| |6who has not |aevena| been to a university6|.
(Indistinctly.) |6University of life|7:.7|6| Bad art.
(Shouts.) It's a damnably foul lie |6showing the moral rottenness of the man6|! (He extends his portfolio.) We have here |6damning evidence,º6| the corpus delicti, my lord, a specimen of my maturer work disfigured by the hallmark of the beast.
A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY
Moses, king of the
Wiped his arse in the |13Daily News Daily News13|.
You low cad! You ought to be ducked in the horsepond|7, you rotter7|! (To the court.) Why(err,ºerr) look at the man's private life! Leading a |7double quadruple7| existence! Street angel and house devil. |6Not fit to be mentioned in mixed society|7!.7|6| The archconspiratorº of the age!º
(To the court.) And he, a bachelor, how …
Mary Driscoll, scullerymaid!
(Mary Driscoll, a slipshod servant girl(err,ºerr) approaches. She has a bucket on the crook of her arm and a scouringbrush in her hand.)
Another! Are you of the unfortunate class?
(Indignantly.) I'm not a bad one. I bear a respectable character |12and was four months in my last place12|. I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out(err,ºerr) and I had to leave owing to his carryings on.
What do you tax him with?
He made a certain suggestion but I thought more of myself as poor as I am.
(In housejacket of
ripplecloth,º flannel trousers,
his hair rumpled:º softly.)
white.6| 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.
(Excitedly.) As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oylsters!
He surprised me in the rere of the premises, yourº 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 |6twict6| with my clothing.
(Clerk of the crown and peace, resonantly.) Order in court! The accused will now make a |13bogus13| statement.
guilty and holding a fullblown waterlily, begins
unintelligible speech. They would hear what counsel had to say in his
stirring address |6to
He was down and out but, thoughº
branded as a
black sheep, if
he might say so, he meant to reform,
the |13memory of
a purely sisterly
return to nature as a purely domestic animal. A
child,º he had been
carefully brought up
and nurtured by an aged
|7bedridden7| parent. There might have been lapses |13of an erring father13| but he wanted to |7turn over a new leaf and7| |13now, when at long last in sight of the whipping post, to13| lead a homely life |7in the evening of his days7|, permeated by |12the12| affectionate
surroundings |12of the heaving bosom of the family12|. |7An acclimatised Britisher7| |12He, he12| had seen that |7evening summer eve |13from the footplate of an engine cab of the Loop line railway company13| |12while the rain refrained from falling glimpses, as it were,12|7| through the windows of loveful households in Dublin city|12,12| and urban district |12of12| scenes |7truly rural7| of happiness of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen, |7innocent |13Britishborn13| bairns lisping prayers to the Sacred Infant,7| youthful scholars grappling with their pensums |12or,º12| |7|abashful virgins model young ladiesa| playing on the |13piano pianoforte13| or anon all with fervour7| reciting the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog while in the boreens and green lanes the colleens with their swains strolled what times the strains of the organtoned melodeon |13(errBrittania Britanniaº19)13| metalbound with four acting stops |7and |13twelve fold bellows twelvefold bellows,13|7| a sacrifice, greatest bargain ever …(5)5)
(Renewed laughter. |7He mumbles incoherently.7| Reporters complain that they cannot hear.)
|7|12(Without looking up from their notebooks.)12| Loosen his boots.7|
(From the presstable, coughs and calls.) Coughº 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.
bad. A plasterer's bucket. By walking
Deadly agony. About noon. Love or burgundy. Yes, some spinach. Crucial
moment. He did not look in the bucket. Nobody. Rather a mess. Not completely. A Titbits back number.)
(Uproar and catcallsº. |12Bloom(err,ºerr) in a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash, dinged silk hat sideways on his head, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose, talks inaudibly.12|)
(In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with
a voice of pained protest.) This is no place for indecent levity
expense13| of an
liquor12|. We are
not in a beargarden |7nor at
nor is this
a travesty of justice. My client is |7an infant,7| a poor foreign immigrant |7who started scratch |aas a stowawaya| and is now7| trying to turn an honest penny. The |6trumped up6| misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities |7as the alleged guilty occurrence7| being quite permitted in my client's native place|12,12| the land of the Pharaoh. |7Prima facie|12, |aI put it to you thata| there was no attempt at carnally knowing.12|7| Intimacy did not occur and the offence complained of |6by Driscoll|7, that her virtue was |12attempted solicited12|,7|6| was not repeated. |12I would deal in especial with atavism.12| There have been cases of shipwreck and (5sonambulism somnambulismº5) in my client's family(5.5) |12|aHis story is If the accused could speak he could a |13tail tale13| unfold —ºa| one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book.12| (5blank He himself|12, my lord,12|5) is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest |7|12and is about to become a mother12|7|. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Not all there, in fact.
(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 with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court,
pointing one thumb heavenward.)
Him makee velly
muchee fine night. (He begins to lilt simply.)
Li li poo lil chile
Blingee pigfoot evly nightº
Payee two shilly …
(He is howled down.)
(Hotly to the populace.) This is a lonehand fight.
Hades,12| I will
not have any client of mine
badgered in this
fashion by a pack
of curs |12and
Mosaic code has superseded the law of the jungle. I say it and I say it
without wishing for
to defeat the ends
was not accessory
before the act and
has not been
treated by defendant
as if she were his
(Bloom takes J.J.
O'Molloy's hand and raises it to his
shall call rebutting evidence to prove up to the hilt that the hidden hand is
again at its old game.
When in doubt
persecute Bloom. My
client|7, an innately
man,7| would be
the last man in the world to
or to which
injured modesty could object to
or12| cast a stone at (5a5) girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard|7, responsible for her condition,7| had worked his own sweet will on her. He wants to go straight. |6I regard him as the whitest man I know.6| He is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim|7, in faraway7| Asia Minor, slides of which will now be shown. |6He offers a penny in the pound. (To Bloom.) I suggest |7that7| you will |7now7| do the handsome thing.
A penny in the pound.6|
(The imageº of
the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is
stands up in the gallery, holding in each hand an orange citron and a pork kidney.)
(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.)º
(Almost voicelessly.) Excuse me, I am suffering from a severe chill|6, have recently come from a sickbed6|. A few wellchosen words. (He assumes the avine head, foxy moustache and |7nasal proboscidal7| eloquence of Seymour Bushe.) When the angel's book comes to be opened if aught that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of (5soul-transfigured |12soul transfigured soultransfigured12|5) and of (5soul-transfiguring |12soul transfiguring soultransfiguring12|5) deserves to live I say accord the prisoner at the bar the sacred benefit of the doubt.
Can give best references. Messrs Callan, Coleman. Mr Wisdom Hely J.P.
old chief Joe
Cuffe.7| Mr V.B.
ex-lords13| mayor of
Dublin. I have moved in the
of the highest …
Queens of Dublin
(Carelessly.) I was just chatting this afternoon at the viceregal lodge
sir Robert and lady
royal|6, at the levee.
Sir Bob, I
MRS YELVERTON BARRY
(In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory
gloves, wearing a sabletrimmed brick quilted dolman, a comb of brilliants
osprey7| in her
hair.) Arrest him, constable. He wrote me
letter in prentice backhand when my husband was
the Leinster in
the North Riding of
Tipperary on the
Munster12| circuit, signed James Lovebirch. He
said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as I sat in a box of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La Cigale. I deeply inflamed him, he said. He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past 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 Girl with the Three Pairs of Stays.
(In cap and seal |13coney13| 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 objectionable person. Because he closed my carriage door outside sir Thornley Stoker's one sleety day during the cold snap of February |12ninetyfive ninetythree12| when even the grid of the wastepipe and theº ballstop in my bath cistern were frozen. Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled 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
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!
(Produces handcuffs.) Here are the darbies.
He addressed me in several handwritings with
fulsome compliments as a
Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my frostbound coachman Palmerº while in the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his earflaps and fleecyº sheepskins and of his fortunate proximity to my person|12, when standing behind my chair wearing my livery and the |13arms armorial bearings13| of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or12|. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit(err,ºerr) and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, he could conjure up. He urged me|12,12| (5(5)stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me(5)5)|12,12| to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity.
THE HONOURABLE MRS |12PAGET BUTLER MERVYN TALBOYS12|
(In amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots
waistcoat, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up
and hunting crop with which she strikes her welt constantly.) Also me.
Because he saw me on the polo ground of the
Phoenixº park at the match
All Ireland versus
the Rest of Ireland. My eyes, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain
Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final
chukkar on his darling
Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes
photograph, |7such as are
sold after dark
in on Paris
insulting to any lady. I have it still. It represents a partially nude
señorita, frail and lovely (his
wife,º as he solemnly assured
taken by him from
practising illicit intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard.
He urged me to do likewise, to misbehave, to sin with officers of the garrison.
He implored me to
his letter in an unspeakable manner,
to7| chastise him as
he richly deserves, to bestride and ride him, to give him a most vicious horsewhipping.
MRS YELVERTON BARRY
THE HONOURABLE MRS |12PAGET BUTLER MERVYN TALBOYS12|
THE HONOURABLE MRS |12PAGET BUTLER MERVYN TALBOYS12|
Tan his breech well, the upstart! |13Write the stars and stripes on it!13|12|
MRS YELVERTONº BARRY
Disgraceful! |6There's no excuse for him! A married man!6|
THE HONOURABLE MRS |12PAGET BUTLER MERVYN TALBOYS12|
(Laughs derisively.) O, did you, my fine fellow? Well, |6by the living God,6| 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.
|12MRS YELVERTON BARRY
(Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses vindictively.) Make him smart|13, Hanna dear13|. |6Give him ginger|12.12|6| Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life. |6The |7cat o' nine tails (errcat-o'-nine tails cat-o'-nine-tailsº19)7|.6| Geld him. Vivisect him.
(Shuddering, shrinking, joins his
hands:º with hangdog mien.)
cold! O shivery!7|
It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once. (He offers the other cheek.)
|13MRS YELVERTON BARRY
|a(Severely.)a| Don't do so on any account, Mrs Tallb Talboys! He should be soundly trounced!13|
THE HONOURABLE MRS |12PAGET BUTLER MERVYN TALBOYS12|
|7(Unbuttoning her gauntlet |13violently13|.)7| I'll do no such thing. Pigdogº |6, to and always was ever since he was pupped! To6| 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. |7Come here, sir!7| Quick! |7Ready?
|12|13Messenger of the Sacred Heart Messenger of the Sacred Heart13| and12| |13Evening Telegraph Evening Telegraph13| with Saint Patrick's Day supplementº. Containing the new |12address addresses12| of all the cuckolds in Dublin.7|
(The brass quoits of a bed are heard to jingle.)
panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the
the faces of
Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted,
the featureless face of a Nameless One.)
Bareback riding. Weight for age. Gob, he organised her.
(All their heads turned to his voice.) Really?
(Snarls.) Arse over tip. Hundred shillings to five.
(All their heads |6bowed lowered6| in assent.) Most of us thought as much.
(Awed, whispers.) And in black. A mormon. Anarchist.
(Loudly.) Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a public nuisance to the citizens of Dublin and whereas at this commission of assizes the most honourable …
(His Honour, sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin,º in judicial 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.)
I will put an end to this
rid Dublin of this
dons the black
him be taken|6, Mr
from the dock where he now stands and
detained in custody
in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the neck until he
is dead and therein fail not at your peril |13or may the Lord have mercy on your soul13|. |7Remove him.7| (A black skullcap descends upon his head.)
|7⇒7| |6|7(7|The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears |7holding, smoking7| a pungent Henry Clay.|7)7|
LONG JOHN FANNING
(Scowls and calls with rich rolling utterance.) Who'll hang Judas Iscariot?6|
(H. Rumbold, master barber, in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, a rope coiled over his shoulder,º mounts the block. A life preserver and a nailstudded bludgeon are stuck in his belt. He rubs grimly his grappling hands, knobbed with knuckledusters.)
(To the recorder with sinister familiarity.) Hanging Harry, your Majesty, the Mersey terror. Five guineas a jugular. |6Neck or nothing.6|
(The bells of George's church toll slowly, loud dark iron.)
(Desperately.) Wait. Stop. Gulls. Good heart. I saw. Innocence. Girl in the monkeyhouse. Zoo. Lewd chimpanzeeº. (Breathlessly.) Pelvic basin. Her artless blush|13. Unmanned unmanned13| me. (Overcome with emotion.) I left the precincts. |7(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 …7|
You are a perfect
(Points to the corner.) The bomb is here.
Infernal machine with a time fuse.
No, no. Pig's feet. I was at a funeral.
(Draws his truncheon.) Liar!
(The |12dog beagle12| liftsº his snout, showing the grey scorbutic face of Paddy Dignam. He has gnawed all. |7He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath.7| He grows to human size and shape. His |12retriever dachshund12| coat becomes a brown mortuary habit. His green eye flashes bloodshot. Half of one ear, all the nose and both thumbs are ghouleaten.)
(In a hollow voice.) It is true. Itº 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.)
(In triumph.) You hear?
Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam's spirit(5.5) List, list, O list!
The voice is the voice of Esau.
(Blesses himself.) How is that possible(5?5)
It is not in the penny catechism.
By metempsychosis. Spooks.
(Earnestly.) Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton,º 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 awfully cut up. How is she bearing it? Keep her off that bottle of sherry. (He looks round him.) A lamp. I must satisfy an animal need. That buttermilk didn't agree with me.
(The portly figure of John O'Connell, caretaker, stands forth, 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.)
(Foghorns stormily through his megaphone.) Dignam, Patrick T, deceased.
(Paddy Dignam listens with visible effort, thinking, his tail stiffpointed, his ears cocked.)
Pray for the repose of his soul.
(He worms down through a coalhole, his brown habit
tether over rattling pebbles. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on
paws under a grey
Dignam's voice, muffled, is heard baying under ground:
Dignam's dead and
robinredbreasted, in cap and breeches, jumps from his twocolumned machine.)
(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.
(He executes a daredevil salmon leap in the air and is
engulfed in the coalhole. Two discs on the columns wobble eyes of nought. All
the sump. Kisses chirp amid the rifts of fog. A piano
He stands before a lighted house, listening. The kisses, winging from their
bowers,º fly about him, twittering, warbling, cooing.)
A man's touch. Sad music. Church music. Perhaps here.
Are you looking for someone? He's inside with his friend.
Is this Mrs Mack's?
No, eightyone. Mrs Cohen's.
You might go farther
and fare worse.
Slipperslapper. (Familiarly.) She's
on the job herself
tonight with the
that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford.
but her luck's
turned today. (Suspiciously.)
You're not his
(His skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach. A hand slides over his left thigh.)
How's the nuts?
Off side. Curiously they are on the right. Heavier,º I suppose. One in a million my tailor, |12Messias Mesias12|, says.
(In sudden alarm.) You've a hard chancre.
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.)
A talisman. Heirloom.
|7May I? For Zoe?7| For keeps? |7For being so nice|a, eha|?7|
(She puts the potato greedily into a
pocket,º then links his arm,
warmth12|. 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.)
You'll know me the next time.
(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, a strong hairgrowth of resin. It burns, the orient, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the bronze flight of eagles. Under it lies the womancity, 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.)
(Murmuring singsong with the music, her |12odalisk12| lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) |12Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim Schorachº ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim12|.
(Fascinated.) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.
And you know what thought did?
bites his ear
gently with little
teeth,º 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.)
(Draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a flat awkward hand.) Are you a Dublin girl?
(Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil.) No bloody fear. I'm English. Have you a swaggerroot?
(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.
Go on. Make a stump speech out of it.
(In workman's corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap.) Mankind is incorrigible. Sir Walter Raleighº brought from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will, understanding, all. That is to say(5, he brought5) the poison a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the food. Suicide. Lies. All our habits. Why, look at our public life|13?!13|
(Midnight chimes from distant steeples.)
Turn again, Leopold! Lord mayor of Dublin!
(In alderman's gown and chain.) Electors of Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock(err,ºerr) better run a tramline, I say, from the |13cattle markets cattlemarket13| to the river. That's the music of the future. That's my programme. |12Cui bono? Cui bono?12| But our (errbucaneering buccaneeringºerr) Vanderdeckens in their phantom ship of finance …
(5Three cheers Three times three5) for our future chief magistrate!
(The aurora borealis of the torchlight procession leaps.)
(Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of
the city shake hands with Bloom and congratulate him.
thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet,
chain and white silk tie, confers with councillor Lorcan Sherlock,
locum tenens. They nod vigorously in agreement.5))
(5|12LATE12| LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON
|7(In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and large white silk scarf.)7| That aldermanº |6sir |7Leopold Leo7|6| Bloom's speech be printed at the expense of the ratepayers|12. That the house in which he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet12| |7and that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom7|.
COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK
(Impassionedly.) These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what reck they? Machines is their cry, |13their chimera,13| their panacea. Laboursaving apparatuses, supplanters, |13bugbears,13| manufactured monsters for mutual murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. |13The poor man starves while they are grassing their |aroyala| mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their purblind pomp of pelf and power.13| |7But their reign is |13over for ever. rover for rever and ever and ev …13|7|
maypoles and festal arches spring up. A streamer bearing the legends
Cead Mile Failte
and Mah Ttob Melek Israel spans the street. All the windows are
thronged with sightseers, chiefly
ladies, who fling
down. Along the route the regiments of the Royal Dublin
Fusiliers, the King's Own Scottish
Borderers,º the Cameron
Highlanders and the Welsh Fusiliers, standing to attention, keep back the crowd.
Boys from High school are perched on the lampposts, telegraph poles,
windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, rainspouts, whistling and
cheering. |7The pillar
of the cloud
fife and drum
band is heard in the distance playing the Kol
The beaters approach with
hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.
rises high, surrounded by pennons of the
procession appears headed by
John Howard Parnell,
city marshal, in a chessboard tabard, the
and Ulster King of Arms. They are followed by the Right Honourable Joseph
Hutchinson, lord mayor
of Dublin, his lordshipº
the lord mayor of
Cork, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway,
Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers, |8sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the cloth of estate, the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade, the chapter of the saints of Irel finance in their plutocratic order of precedence,8| the bishop of Down and Connor, His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue,º |7archbishop of
Armagh|8,8|7| primate of all Ireland, His Grace, the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, the chief rabbi, the presbyterian moderator, the heads of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the honorary secretary of the society of friends. |13After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands |awitha| flying colours: coopers, bird |adealers fanciersa|, millwrights, newspaper canvassers, law scriveners, masseurs, vintners, trussmakers, chimneysweepsº , lard refiners, tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers, Italian warehousemen, church decorators, bootjack manufacturers, undertakersº , silk mercers, lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters, assessors of fire losses, dyers and cleaners, export bottlers, fellmongers, ticketwriters, heraldic seal engravers, horse repository hands, bullion brokers, cricket and archery outfitters, riddlemakers, egg and potato factors, hosiers and glovers, plumbing contractors.13| After |7them7| march gentlemen of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, |aGold Stick, the master of horse,a| the lord great chamberlain, the earl marshal, the high constable carrying the sword of state, saint Stephen's iron crown, the chalice and bible. Four buglers on foot blow a sennet. |9Beefeaters reply, winding clarions of welcome.9| Under an arch of triumph Bloom appears,º bareheaded, in a crimson velvet mantle trimmedº with ermine, bearing Saint Edward's staff, the orb and sceptre with the dove, the curtana. He is seated on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson tail|11,11| |8richly caparisoned, with golden headstall8|. Wild excitement. The ladies from their balconies throw down rosepetals. The air is perfumed with essences. The men cheer. |11Bloom's boys run amid the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes.11|)
The wren, the wren,
The king of all birds,
Saint Stephen's his day,
Was caught in the furze.11|
(All uncover their heads. |10Women whisper eagerly.10|)8|
(|aAdoringly Enth Richlya|.) Isn't he simply wonderful?
(Nobly.) All that man has seen!
(Masculinely.) And done!10|
A classic face! |9He has the forehead of a thinker.9|a|
|7(Bloom's weather. A sunburst appears in the northwest.)7|
God save Leopold the First!
|aTHE WILLIAM,a| ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH
purple stock and
Will you to your power cause law and mercy to be executed in all your judgments
in Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?
|aTHE CARDINAL MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGHa|
|6(Bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of gold and puts on a ruby ring. |13He ascends and stands on the stone of destiny.13| The representative peers put on at the same time their twentyeight crowns. Joybells ring in Christ church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide. |8Mirus bazaar fireworks go up from all sides with symbolical |13pyrotechnic phallopyrotechnic13| designs.8| The peers do homage, one by one, approaching |aanda| |13and genuflecting13|.)
I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly worship.6|
holds up his right hand on which sparkles the
intercontinental and interplanetary transmitters are set for reception of
My subjects! |8|aI Wea| hereby nominate |amy oura| faithful charger |9Henry Copula Felix9| hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we have this day repudiated our former spouse and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the splendour of night.8|6|
|6(|8The former |10morganatic10| spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the Black Maria. The princess Selene, in moonblue robes, a silver crescent on her head, descends from a Sedan chair, borne by two giants.8| An outburst of cheering.)
JOHN HOWARD PARNELL
|9⇒9| |7(|9The 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.9| He shows all that he is wearing green socks.)7|
this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy
and camel swivel
linesa| with telling effect.
a league onward! They charge! All is lost now! Do we yield? No! We drive
them headlong! Lo! We
Deploying to the
left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and,
uttering theirº warcry|11,11| Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a man.
JOHN WYSE NOLAN
|aA BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY
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 |7in the Nova Hibernia of the future7|.6|
from all the counties of Ireland,
under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new Bloomusalem. It is a colossal edifice, |10with crystal roof,10| built in the shape of a huge pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms. In the course of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds. |aall the Numerousa| houses are razed to the ground. The inhabitantsº are lodged in barrels and boxes, all marked in red |awith the letters:a| L.B.8| |9Several paupers fall from
a ladder.9| |aPart A parta| of the walls of Dublin(err,ºerr) crowded with loyal sightseers, collapses.)
(Dying.) Morituri te salutant. (They die.)6|
THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH
with his sceptre strikes down poppies. The instantaneous deaths of many
graziers, members of parliament,
members of standing
|8expensive Henry Clay
cigars, free cowbones for soup, rubber preservatives
envelopes tied with gold
butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the form of cocked hats,
readymade suits, porringers of
toad in the hole,
indulgences, spurious coins, dairyfed pork
theatre passes, season tickets available for all
coupons of the royal and privilegedº
Hungarian lottery, penny dinner
reprints of the World's Twelve
Books: Froggy and Fritz (politic), Care of the Baby
Meals for 7/6 (culinic), Was Jesus a Sun Myth? (historic), Expel that Pain (medic), Infant's Compendium of the
Universe (cosmic), Let's All Chortle (hilaric), The Canvasser's Vade Mecum (journalic), Loveletters of Mother Assistant (erotic), Who's Who in Space (astric), Songs
that Reached Ourº Heart (melodic), Pennywise's Way to Wealth (parsimonic)9|. A general rush and scramble. Women press forward to touch the hem of Bloom's robe. The lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the throng, leaps on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation. |aA magnesium flashlight photograph is taken.a| Babes and sucklings are held up.)
THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS
clap hands till Poldy comes home, Clap clap hands till Poldy
|7Cakes in his pocket for Leo alone Cakes in his pocket for Leo alone7|.6|
|6(Bloom, bending down, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the stomach.)
(Hiccups, curdled milk flowing from his mouth.) Hajajaja.
(Shaking hands with a blind stripling.)
his arms round the shoulders of an old couple.) Dear old friends! (He
fourcorners with ragged boys and girls.)
|10(He wheels twins in a
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet silk
handkerchiefsº from his
mouth.) Roygbiv. 32 feet per
consoles a widow.) Absence makes the heart grow younger. (He dances
hornpipe Highland fling with grotesque
Leg it, ye devils!
(He kisses the
bedsores of a palsied veteran.) Honourable wounds!
(He trips up a fat
policeman.) U. p: up. U. p:
|9(He whispers in the ear
of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly.) Ah,
naughty13|! (He eats a raw turnip offered
him by Maurice Butterly, farmer.) Fine! Splendid! (He refuses to accept three shillings offered to him by Joseph Hynes, journalist.) My dear 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!9|8|
(|13Choked with emotion,13| brushes aside a tear |7in his emerald muffler|13, choked with emotion13|7|.) May the good God bless him!6|
|6(The |9bugles (errram's rams'ºerr) horns9| sound for silence. |10The standard of Zion is hoisted.10|)
(Uncloaks impressively, |7revealing obesity,7| unrolls a paper and reads solemnly.) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim |7Mezuzah Meshuggah7| Talith.6|
|6(An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.)
The Court of Conscience is now open. His Most Catholic Majesty will now administer open air justice. |8Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems.8| All cordially invited. |9Given at this our loyal city of Dublin in the year 1 of the Paradisiacal Era.9|7|
Pay them|8, my friend.8|
Can I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance|13?13|
A Daniel did I say? Nay! A Peter O'Brien!8|
Where do I draw the five pounds?
For bladder trouble?
What is the parallax of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran?
to hear from you, Chris.10| K. 11.
Why aren't you in uniform?
When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the Austrian despot in a dank prison where was yours?7|
Embellish |14(beautify)14| unread suburban gardens.
When twins arrive?
Father |14(pater, dad)14| starts thinking.8|
(Coldly.) You have the advantage of me. Lady Bloom accepts no presents.
|8|aJOE CUFFE CROFTONa|
This is indeed a festivity.
(Solemnly.) You call it a festivity. I call it a sacrament.8|
When will we have our own house of keys?
I stand for the reform of municipal morals and the plain ten commandments. |9New worlds for old.9| |11Union of all, jew, moslem and gentile.11| Three acres and a cow for all |10children of nature10|. |8Saloon motor hearses. |9Compulsory manual labour for all. All parks open to |13the13| public day and night.9| Electric dishscrubbers.8| Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease. General amnesty, |9weekly carnival |11withº masked licence11|,9| |8bonuses for all,8| esperanto(err,ºerr) the |~7universal language with~|7|º universal brotherhood. No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. Free money, |~7free rent,~|7|º free love and a free lay church in a free lay state.
Mixed races and mixed marriage.
those near him
his schemes for
social regeneration. All agree with him.
The keeper of the
dragging a lorry on which are the shaking statues of several
goddesses, Venus Callipyge, Venus Pandemos, Venus Metempsychosis, and plaster figures, also naked, representing the new nine muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, |7Seaside7| Concert Entertainments, |8Painless8| Obstetrics and Astronomy for the People.)
(Tears up her will.) I'm disappointed in you! You bad man!10|
Give us a |13song tune13|, Bloom. One of the old |13ones sweet songs13|.
(With rollicking humour.)
Good old Bloom! There's nobody like him after
Plagiarist! Down with Bloom!7|
ALEXANDER |aA THEa| VEILED SIBYL
(Winks at the bystanders.) I bet she's a bonny |alass lassiea|.8|
|13(In fishingcap and oilskin jacket.)13| He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the |8sacred8| ends of nature.
THE VEILED SIBYL
(Stabs herself.) My hero god! (She dies.)6|
enthusiastic women also commit suicide by stabbing, drowning,
drinking prussic acid, aconite,
opening their veins, refusing food,
|8casting themselves under
steamrollers, from the top of
Pillar, into the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating
themselves by placing their heads in gas ovens, hanging themselves in stylish
leaping from windows of different storeys.)
ALEXANDER J.º DOWIE
(Violently.) Fellowchristians |8and antiBloomites8|, 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 infantile debauchery|8,º8| recalling the cities of the plain|8,8| with a dissolute granddam. |7He This |13vile13| hypocrite|10, bronzed with infamy,10|7| is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse. |7A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman|8.,8|7| |8Intrigue intrigue8| is the very breath of his nostrils. The stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him. |10Caliban!10|
Grogan throws her boot at Bloom. Several shopkeepers from upper and lower
Dorset street throw objects of
ora| no commercial
condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, stale bread, sheeps'
tailsº , odd pieces of fat.)
(Excitedly.) This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. |8By heaven, I am guiltless |10as the unsunned snow10|! |10It was my brother Henry. He is my double. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.10|8| Slander, the viper|9,9| has wrongfully accused me. Fellowcountrymen, sgeulº i mbarrº bata coisde gan capall. I call on my old friend|13,13| Dr Malachi Mulligan|7, sex specialist,7| to give medical testimony on my behalf.
green motorgoggles on
Dr Bloom is
bisexually abnormal. He has recently
escaped from Dr
Eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen.
Born out of
present, the consequence of
been discovered among his
There are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism.
are is8| also
latent. He is prematurely bald |8|10from selfabuse10|, |10perversely idealistic in consequence,10| a reformed rake,8| and has metal teeth.7) In consequence of a family complex he has temporarily lost his memory and I believe him to be more sinned against than sinning. I have made a pervaginal examination and|10, after ex application of the acid test to 5427 anal, axillary, pectoral and pubic hairs, I10| declare him to be virgo intacta.6|
Hypsospadiaº 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 PUNCH COSTELLO
a bill of
health.) Professor Bloom is a finished
example of the new
womanly man. His
moral nature is simple
and lovable. |10Many have found
him a dear man, a dear person.10| |8He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole,|10, coy10| though not feebleminded in the medical sense.8| |10He has written me a really beautiful letter|a, a poem in itself,a| to the court missionary of the Reformed (errPriests Priests'ºerr) Protection Society which clears up everything.10| |7He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. He wears a hairshirt |14'|~of pure Irish manufacture~|14'|º winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday.7| |8He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Another report states that he
was a very posthumous child.8| I appeal for clemency |7in the name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak.7| |7as he He7| is about to have a baby.6|
|6(General commotion and compassion. |aWomen faint.a| A wealthy American makes a street collection for Bloom. Gold and silver 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.)
O, I so want to be a mother.7|
|8A NURSETENDER MRS THORNTON8|
|8(In nursetender's gown.)8| Embrace me tight, dear. You'll be soon over it. Tight, dear.6|
|6(Bloom embraces her tightly and bears |10several eight10| male |10yellow and white10| children. |7They appear on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants.7| All |14'|~the octuplets~|14'|º are handsome, |10with expensive valuable metallic faces,10| wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern languages |8fluently8| and interested in various arts and sciences. |10Each has his name printed in legible letters on his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindorée, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros.10| They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust |7in several different countries7| as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability companies, vicechairmenº of hotel syndicates.)
(Darkly.) You have said it.
|8A LAYBROTHER BROTHER BUZZ8|
Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger.7|
|6(Bloom walks on a net, covers his left eye with his left ear, |8passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the top ledge by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters (shells included),8| |7heals several sufferers from king's evil,7| contracts his face so as to resemble many historical personages, |7Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, |13Moses of Egypt,13| Moses Maimonides, |13Moses Mendelssohn,13| Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, |8Robinson Crusoe,8| Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur,7| turnsº each foot simultaneously in different directions, |7bids the tide turn back,7| eclipses the sun by extending his little finger.)
|7|8RINUCCINI BRINI8|, PAPAL NUNCIO
papal zouave's uniform, steel cuirasses as breastplate, armplates,
thighplates, legplates, large profane moustaches and brown paper
Moses begat Noah and Noah begat
O'Halloran begat Guggenheim and Guggenheim
and Agendath begat
Netaim8| begat Le
Hirsch and Le Hirsch begat Jesurum and Jesurum begat MacKay and MacKay begat
Ostrolopsky and Ostrolopsky begat Smerdoz and Smerdoz begat Weiss and Weiss
begat Schwarz and Schwarz begat Adrianopoli and Adrianopoli begat Aranjuez and
Aranjuez begat Lewy Lawson
Lawsona| begat Ichabudonosor
and Ichabudonosor begat O'Donnell Magnus and O'Donnell Magnus begat Christbaum and Christbaum begat ben
Maimun and ben Maimun begat Dusty Rhodes and Dusty Rhodes begat Benamor and Benamor begat Jones-Smith and Jones-Smith begat Savorgnanovich and Savorgnanovich begat |8Poe Jasperstone8| and |8Poe Jasperstone8| begat Vingtetunieme and Vingtetunieme begat Szombathely and Szombathely begat Virag and Virag begat Bloom et vocabitur nomen eius Emmanuel.7|
|8A BUSHRANGER CRAB8|
A FEMALE INFANT
|8(Shakes a rattle.)8| And under Ballybough bridge?
And in the devil's glen?7|
THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS
|8(In bodycoats, kneebreeches, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs.)8| Sjambok him!6|
seats himself in the
crossed arms, his feet protruding.
Giovanni, a cenar
|10Artane orphans, joining
hands, caper round him.
|aGirls of the Prison Gate
Mission, joining hands, caper round in the opposite
|10THE ARTANE ORPHANS
THE PRISON GATE GIRLS
(In ephod and huntingcap, announces.)
And he shall carry
the sins of the people to Azazel, the spirit which is in the wilderness, and to Lilith, the
nighthag. And they shall stone him and defile him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the land of Ham.6|
|6(All the people cast soft |apantomimea| stones at Bloom. Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and defile him. Mastiansky and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing long earlocks.º They wag their beards at Bloom.)
MASTIANSKY AND CITRON
To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings.
(Rubs his hands cheerfully.) Just like old times. |11Poor Bloom! |14'|~DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY (In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his helm, appears and, with noble indignation, disowns Bloom.) Put down your eyes to footboden, big grand pig of Juda all covered with gravy!~|14'|º11|6|
|13(The THE FIRE BRIGADE
(Invests Bloom in a yellow habit with |aembroidery ofa| painted flames and high pointed hat. He places a bag of gunpowder round his neck and hands him over to the civil power, sayingº.) Forgive him his trespasses.9|
|6|a(Lieutenant Myers of the Dublin Fire Brigade by general request sets fire to Bloom. |bLamentationsb|.)a|
exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of
Erin, in black garments,º with
long lighted candles in their
kneel down and pray.)
THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN
Kidney of Bloom, pray for us.
Flower of the Bath, pray for us.
Mentor of Menton, pray for us.
Canvasser for the Freeman, pray for us.
Charitable Mason, pray for us.
Wandering Soap, pray for us.
Sweets of Sin, pray for us.
Music without Words, pray for us.
Reprover of the Citizen, pray for us.
Friend of all Frillies, pray for us.
Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us.
Potato Preservative against |13plague Plague13| and |13pestilence Pestilence13|, pray for us.º
(A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by |8Mr8|º Vincent O'Brien, sings the Alleluia chorus |14'|~from Handel's Messiah Alleluia for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth~|14'||8,º accompanied on the organ by Joseph Glynn8|. |13Bloom becomes mute, shrunken, carbonised.13|)º6|
Talk away till you're black in the face.
caubeen with clay
pipe stuck in the band, dustyº
handkerchief bundle in his
|12leading a black bogoak
pig by a
|13with a smile in his
|13Let me be going now,
woman of the
house, for by all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father
and mother of a bating. (With a tear in his
Patriotism, sorrow for the dead, music, future of the race. To be or not to be.
it peacefully. They can live on. (He gazes far away mournfully.)
am ruined.7| A few
The blinds drawn. A letter. Then lie back to rest. (He breathes softly.)
No more. I have lived. Fare. Farewell.
(Stiffly|12,12| 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!º
(Bitterly.) Man and woman, love, what is it? A cork |v12and a bottle. I'm sick of it. Let everything rip. and bottle.ºv12|
(In sudden sulks.) I hate a rotter that's insincere. Give a bleeding whore a chance.
(Repentantly.) I am very disagreeableº. You are a necessary evil. Where are you from? London?
(Glibly.) Hog's Norton where the pigs playsº the organs. I'm Yorkshire born(err.ºerr) (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?
(Smiles, nods slowly.) More, houri, more.
(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(err.ºerr) (Earnestly.) You know how difficult it is. I needn't tell you.
(Flattered.) What the eye can't see the heart can't grieve for.º (She pats him.) Come.
Laughing witch! The hand that rocks the cradle.
(In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with a caul of dark hair|12,12| 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.
|7⇑7| (With little parted talons she captures his hand, |13her forefinger giving to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor,13| luring him to doom.|7) Hot hands cold gizzard.7|
amid scents, music,
leads him towards the steps, drawing him by
the odour of her
armpits, the vice of her painted eyes, the rustle of
her slip in
whose sinuous folds lurks
the lion reek of
all the male brutes that have possessed her.)
THE MALE BRUTES
(Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their drugged heads swaying to and fro.) Good!
(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.)
(Her lucky hand instantly saving him.) Hoopsa! Don't fall upstairs.
Ladies first, gentlemen after.
(She crosses the threshold. He hesitates. She turns and, holding out her hands,
draws him over. |6He hops.6| On the antlered rack of the hall hang a man's hat and waterproof.º Bloom uncovers himself but, seeing them, frowns(err,ºerr) then smiles, preoccupied. A door on the return landing is (5flung thrownº5) open. A man in purple shirt and grey trousers,º brownsocked, passes with an ape's gait, his bald head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full waterjugjar, his twotailed black braces dangling at heels. Averting his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the halltable the spaniel eyes of a running fox: (5then blank then, his lifted head sniffing,5) follows Zoe into the musicroom. A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light of the chandelier. Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping. The floor is |12stamped covered12| with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar rhomboids. Footmarks are stamped over it in all senses, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe to toe, feet locked, a morris of shuffling feetº without body phantoms, all in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy. The walls are tapestried with a
paper of yewfronds and clear glades. In the grate is spread a screen of peacock feathers. Lynch squats crosslegged on the hearthrug of matted hair, his cap back to the front. With a wand he beats time slowly. Kitty Ricketts, a bony pallid whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a coral wristlet, a chain purse in her hand, sits perched on the edge of the table swinging her leg and glancing at herself in the gilt mirror over the mantelpieceº. A tag of her corsetlaceº hangs slightly below her jacket. Lynch indicates mockingly the couple at the piano.)
(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 hisº 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!
More limelight, Charley. (She goes to the chandelier and turns the gas full cock.)
(Peers at the gasjet.) What ails it tonight?
(Deeply.) Enter a ghost and |13Hobgoblins hobgoblins13|.
wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a brass poker. Stephen stands at the
pianola on which sprawl his hat and ashplant. With two fingers he repeats once
more the series of empty fifths.
Talbot, a blond feeble goosefat whore in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry,º lolls spreadeagle in the sofacornerº , her limp forearm pendent over the bolster, listening. A heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid.)
(Hiccups again with a kick of her horsed foot.) O, excuse!
(Kitty Ricketts bends her head. Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over her shoulder, back, arm, chair to the ground. Lynch lifts the curled (errcatterpillar caterpillarºerr) on his wand. She snakes her neck, nestling. Stephen glances behind at the squatted figure with its cap back to the front.)
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 |12Coeli Cœlaº12| enarrant gloriam Domini. It is susceptible of nodes or modes as far apart as hyperphrygian and mixolydian and of texts so divergent as priests haihooping round David's that is Circe's or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the alrightnessº of his almightiness. Mais,º nom |12d'un de12| nom, that is another pair of trousers. Jetez la gourme. Faut que jeunesse se passe. (He stops, points at Lynch's cap, smiles, laughs.) Which side is your knowledge bump?
(With saturnine spleen.) Bah! It is because it is.
Woman's reason. Jewgreek is greekjew. Extremes meet. Death is the highest form of life. Bah!
You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Whetstone!
Here's another for you. (He frowns.) The reason is because the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible interval which …
(With an effort.) Interval which. Is the greatest possible (errelipse ellipseºerr). Consistent with. The ultimate return. The octave. Which.
(Outside the gramophone begins to blare The Holy City.)
(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!
(With a mocking whinny of laughter grins at Bloom and Zoe Higgins.) What a learned speech, eh?
(With obese stupidity |14Florrie Florry14| Talbot regards Stephen.)
They say the last day is coming this summer.
(Explodes in laughter.) Great unjust God|13.!13|
(Offended.) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. O, my foot's tickling.
(Ragged barefoot newsboys(err,ºerr) jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, yelling.)
Stop press edition. Result of the |12rocking horse rockinghorse12| races. Sea serpent in the royal canal. Safe arrival of Antichrist.
(Stephen turns and sees Bloom.)
A time, times and half a time.
(Reuben J(5.º5) Antichrist, wandering jew, a clutching hand open on his spine, stumps forward. Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills. Aloft over his shoulder he bears a long boatpole from the hook of which the sodden huddled mass of his only son, saved from Liffey waters,º hangs from the slack of its breeches. A hobgoblin in the image of Punch Costello, hipshot, |12crook backed crookbacked12|, hydrocephalic, (errprognatic prognathicºerr) with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose(err,ºerr) tumbles in somersaults through the gathering darkness.)
capers to and
fro, goggling his eyes, squeaking,
with outstretched clutching
then all at
once thrusts his
through the fork of his thighs.) Il vient! C'est moi!
L'homme qui rit!
L'homme primigène! (He whirls round and round with dervish howls.) Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux! (He crouches juggling. Tiny roulette planets fly from his hands.) Les jeux sont faits! (The planets rush together, uttering crepitant cracks.) Rien (5va n'vaº5) plus. (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and away. He springs off (5in to into5) vacuum.)
(A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her. Nebulous
obscurity occupies space. Through the drifting fog without the gramophone blares over coughs and feetshuffling.)
Open your gates and sing
(A rocket rushes up the sky and bursts. A white star falls from it, proclaiming the consummation of all things and second coming of Elijah. Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the World, a twoheaded octopus in gillie's kilts, busby and tartan filibegs(err,ºerr) whirls through the murk, head over heels, in the form of the Three Legs of Man.)
(With a Scotch accent.) Wha'll dance the keel row, the keel row, the keel row?
(Over the possingº drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, harsh as a corncrake's, jars on high. Perspiring in a loose lawn surplice with funnel sleeves he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the banner of old glory is draped. He thumps the parapet.)
No yapping, if you please, in this booth. Jake Crane, Creole
Sue, Daveº Campbell, Abe Kirschner,
do your coughing with
your mouths shut. Say, I am operating all this trunk line. Boys,
do it now.
time is 12.25.7|
Tell mother you'll be there. Rush your order and you play a slick ace. Join
on right here.º
Book through to eternity junction|13,13| the nonstop run. Just one word more. Are you a god or a |7|13dog-gone doggone13|7| clod? If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? |14Florrie Florry14| Christ, Stephen Christ, Zoe Christ, Bloom Christ, Kitty Christ, Lynch Christ, it's up to you to sense that cosmic force. |7Have we cold feet about the cosmos? No.7| Be on the side of the angels. Be a prism. You have that something within, the higher self. You can rub shoulders
with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Are you all in this vibration? I say you are. |7I say you are.7| You once nobble that, congregation, and a buck joyride to heaven becomes a back number. |6You got me?6| It's a lifebrightener, sure. |6The hottest stuff ever was.6| It's the whole pie with jam in. It's just the cutest snappiest line out. It is immense, supersumptuous. It restores. It vibrates. I know and I am some vibrator. Joking apart and,º getting down to bedrock, A.J. Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy(err,ºerr) have you got that? O.K. Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. |7Got me?7| That's it. You call me up by sunphone any old time. |7Bumboosers, save your stamps.7| (He shouts.) Now then our glory song. All join heartily in the singing. Encore! (He sings.) Jeru …
(Drowning his voice.) Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh …º (The disc rasps gratingly against the needle.)
THE THREE WHORES
(Covering their ears, squawk.) Ahhkkk!
(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 |7done7| just been saying to you. Certainly, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President. I certainly am thinking now Miss Higgins and Miss Ricketts got religion way inside them. Certainly seems to me I don't never see no wusser scared female than the way you been, Miss |14Florrie Florry14|, just now as I |7seen done seed7| you. Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. (He winks at his audience.) Our Mr President, he twig the whole lot and he aintº saying nothing.
In a weak moment I
did what I did on
Constitution hill. I was confirmed by the bishop |6|v7and enrolled in the brown scapularv7|6|. My mother's sister
married a Montmorency. It was a working plumber was my ruination |6when I was pure6|.
I let him |6do it to |12slip larrup12| it into6| me for the fun of it.
In the beginning was the word, in the end the world without end. Blessed be the eight beatitudes.
(Incoherently.) Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.
(In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, says discreetly.) He is our friend. I need not mention names. Seek thou the light.
(|6He corantos by.6| Best enters in hairdresser'sº 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.)
(Smiling, lifts the hat and displays a
shaven poll from
the crown of which bristles a
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.
(Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards
a corner:º 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 get them.
(In the cone of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle|12,12| ollave, holyeyed, the bearded figure of (errMananaun Mananaanºerr) MacLirº broods, chin on knees. He rises slowly. A cold seawind blows from his druid mantle. About his head writhe eels and elvers. He is encrusted with weeds and shells.º His right hand holds a bicycle pump. His left hand grasps a huge crayfish by its two talons.)
(With a voice of waves.) Aum! Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor! Ma! White yoghin of the godsº. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. (With a voice of whistling seawind.) Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won't have my leg pulled. It has been said by one: |7hum7| beware the left, the cult of Shakti. (With a cry of stormbirds.) Shakti,º Shiva|13,!º13| |13dark Dark13| hidden Father! (He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand. On its cooperative dial glow the |1212 twelve12| signs of the zodiac. He wails with the vehemence of the ocean.) Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the homestead!º I am the dreamery creamery butter.
(A skeleton judashand strangles the light. The green light wanes to mauve. The gasjet wails whistling.)
(Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.)
Who has a fag as I'm here?
(Tossing a cigarette on to the table.) Here.
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 beauty spot of my behind?
I'm not looking.
in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at
Bloom,º then twists round towards
him, pulling her slip free of the poker. Blue fluid again flows over her flesh.
Bloom stands, smiling desirously, twirling his thumbs. Kitty Ricketts
licks her middle
finger with her spittle and,º
gazing in the mirror,
eyebrows. Lipoti Virag,
chutes rapidly down through the chimneyflue and
struts two steps
to the left on gawky
pink stilts. He is
sausaged into several overcoats and wears a brown macintosh under which he holds
a roll of parchment. In his left eye flashes the
monocle of Cashel
Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice
On his head is perched an Egyptian pshent. Two quills project over his ears.)
(Heels together, bows.) My name is Virag,º Lipoti, of Szombathely. (He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence 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.
Granpapachi. But …
Number two on the other hand, she of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood,º is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I should |v12say opinev12|. Backbone in front, so to say. Correct me but I always understood that the act so performed |7by |12skittish12| humans7| with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. In a word. Hippogriff. Am I right?
She is rather lean.
Well observed and those pannier pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect
are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. A new purchase at some
monster sale for
which a gull has been mulcted.
finery to deceive the eye. Observe the attention to details of dustspecks.
Never put on
tomorrow what you can wear today.º
(With a nervous twitch of his head.)
Did you hear my brain go snap? Pollysyllabax!
(An elbow resting in a hand, a forefinger against his cheek.) She seems sad.
(Cynically, his weasel teeth bared yellow, |6draws down his left eye withº a finger and6| barks hoarsely.) Hoax! Beware of the flapper and bogus mournful. Lily of the alley. |12All possess bachelor's button discovered by Rualdus Columbus. Tumble her. |13Tumble Columble13| her.12| Chameleon. (More genially.) Well then, permit me to draw your attention to item number three. |6|12We stock all brands, mild, medium and strong.12|6| There is plenty of her |12visible to the naked eye12|. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull. What ho, she bumps! The ugly duckling of the party|12 …, longcasted and deep in keel.12|
(Regretfully.) When you come out without your gun.
Her beam is
broad. Sheº is coated with quite a
considerable layer of fat. Obviously mammal
bosom7| you remark
that she has in front well to the fore two protuberances of very respectable
to fall in the noonday
on her rere lower down are two additional
of potent rectum
which leave nothing to be desired save compactness.
Such fleshy parts
are the product of careful nurture. When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. That suits your book, eh? |14Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after.14| Wallow in it. Lycopodium. (His throat twitches.) |6Slapbang!6| There he goes again.
The stye I dislike.
(Arches his eyebrows.) Contact with a goldring, they say. |7Argumentum ad feminam, as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece |12in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosaurosº12|.7| For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy. Not for sale. Hire only. Huguenot. (He twitches.) It is a funny sound. (He coughs encouragingly.) But possibly it is only a wart. I presume you |12remember shall have remembered12| what I will |12teach have taught12| you on that head? Wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg.
(Severely, his nose
hardhumped,º his side eye
winking.) Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk.
Exercise your mnemotechnic.
causa è santa. La causa è
He will surely remember.
(Excitedly.) I say so. I say so. E'en so. Technic.
(He taps his parchment roll energetically.)
This book tells
you how to act with all
index for agitated
fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic,
going to talk
Our old friend
They must be starved. Snip off with horsehair under the denned neck. But|12,12| to change the venue to the Bulgar and the Basque,º have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments(err?ºerr) (With a dry snigger.) You intended to devote an entire year to the study of the religious problem and the summer months of |err1882 1886ºerr| to square the circle and win that million. Pomegranate! From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step. Pyjamas, let us say? |6Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed?6| Or|7, put |14we14| the case,7| those complicated combinations, camiknickers? (He crows derisively.) Keekeereekee!
(Prompts into his ear
Insects of the day
spend their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the smell of the
more than by her
dorsal region12|. Pretty Poll! (His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally.) They had a proverb in the Carpathians in or about the year five thousand |12six five12| hundred |12and fifty12| of our era. One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar. |12Bear's buzz bothers bees.12| But of this apart. At another time we may resume. We were very pleased|6.,6| we others. (He coughs and|13,º13| bending his brow|13,13| rubs his nose thoughtfully with a scooping hand.) You shall find that these night insects follow the light. An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. |7|aAll For alla| these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the year.7| Some|6, to example,6| there are again whose movements are automatic. Perceive. That is his appropriate sun. Nightbird nightsun nighttown. Chase me, Charley! (5(He blows into Bloom's ear.)5) Buzz!º
other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I …
(His face impassive, laughs in a rich feminine key.)
fly in his fly or mustard plaster
some life in it on his
(He gobblesº gluttonously with
turkey wattles.) Bubbly jock! Bubbly jock! Where are we? Open Sesame! Cometh
forth! (He unrolls his parchment rapidly and
his glowworm's nose running backwards over the letters which he
claws.) Stay, good friend.
bring thee thy
oysters will shortly
be upon us.
bivalves may help us and the
Perigord, tubers dislodged
porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility
Though they stink yet they sting. (He wags his head with
raillery.) Jocular. With my eyeglass in my ocular.
(Absently.) |12Ocularly12| |12Woman's woman's bivalve12| case is worse. Always open |12sesame12|. |7The cloven sex.7| Why they fear vermin, creeping things. Yet Eve and the serpent contradictsº. Not a historical fact. Obvious analogy |7to my idea7|. Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. Wind their way through miles of |12omnivorous12| forest to |12suck sucksucculent12| her breast dry. Like those |12bubblyjocular12| Roman matrons one reads of in |12Elephantulus Elephantuliasis12|.
(His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.) That the cowsº with |12the their12| those distended udders that they have been the |14the14| known …
I am going to scream. I beg your pardon. Ah? So.º (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 life. In death.
(Head askew, arches his back and
peers at the moth out of blear bulged
moth moth? Who's Ger
Who's dear Gerald?
Ger, that you? O dear, he is
fear he shall be
pershon not now
mit agitation of
draws back and
stares sideways down with dropping underjaw.) Well, well. He doth rest
snaps his jaws suddenly on the
I'm a tiny tiny thing
Ever flying in the spring
Round and round a ringaring.
Long ago I was a king|12,º12|
Now I do this kind of thing
On the wing, on the wing!
(He rushes against the mauve shade,º flapping noisily.)
Prettyº pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats.
(From left upper entrance with two glidingº steps Henry Flower comes forward to left front centre. He wears a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero. He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer and a longstemmed bamboo Jacob's pipe, its clay bowl fashioned as a female head. He wears dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps. He has the romantic Saviour's face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache. His spindlelegs and sparrow feet are those of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia. He settles down his |14goffered14| ruffs and moistens his lips with a passage of his amorous tongue.)
(In a low dulcet voice, touching the strings of his guitar.) There is a flower that bloometh.
(Virag truculent|12,12| his jowl set|12,12| stares at the lamp. Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. Henry gallant turns with (errpendant pendentºerr) dewlap to the piano.)
Play with your eyes
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.
old Deasy or
Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep impression. Though our ages.
drunk, by the way.º (He touches
the keys again.) Minor chord comes now. Yes. Not much however.
out a batonroll of music with vigorous
|12Ci refletta. Lei rovina tutto. Ci rifletta. Lei rovina tutto.12|
Sing us something. Love's old sweet song.
No voice. I am a most finished artist. Lynch, did I show you the letter about the lute?
(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 masked with Matthew Arnold's face.)
Take a fool's advice. All is not well. Work it out with the buttend of a pencil, like a good young idiot. Three poundsº twelve you got, two notes, one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew. Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the Moira, Larchet's, Holles street hospital, Burke's. Eh? I am watching you.
(Impatiently.) Ah, bosh, man.
I paid my way.
If I could only find out about octaves. Reduplication of personality.
Who was it told me
his name? (His lawnmower begins to purr.) Aha, yes. Zoe mou sas
agapo. Have a
notion I was here before.
When was it not
Atkinson his card I have somewhere. Mac somebody.
I have it. He told me
about, hold on, Swinburne, was it, no?
And the song?
PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER
(Their lawnmowers purring with a rigadoon of grasshalms.) Clever ever. Out of it|12.12| |12out Out12| of it.º By the (errbye byºerr) have you the book, the thing, the ashplant? Yes, there it, yes. Cleverever outofitnow. Keep in condition. Do like us.
There was a priest down here |12on Monday two nights ago12| 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.
Perfectly logical from his standpoint.
(Harshly, his pupils waxing.) To hell with the
Nothing new under the sun.
I am the Virag
who disclosed the
Secretsº of Monks and
Maidensº. Why I left the
churchº of Rome. Read the Priest, the
Woman and the Confessional. Penrose.
with sweet pudor
offers her allmoist
yoni to man's
Short time after man
presents woman with pieces of
meat. Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins.
Man loves her yoni fiercely with big |7linga lingam, the stiff one7|. (He cries.) |7Coactus volui. Coactus volui.7| Then giddy woman will run about. Strong man graspsº woman's wrist. Woman squeals, bites, spucks. Man, now |12fierce12| angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. (He chases his tail.) Piffpaff! Popo! (He stops, sneezes.) Pchp! |12(He worries his butt.) Prrrrrht!12|6)
I hope you gave the good father a penance. Nine glorias for shooting a bishop.
(Lightly.) Only for what happened him.
(A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his
scraggy neck forward. He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls.)
Goim!12| He had a
father, forty fathers. He never existed.
God!12| He had two
left feet. He was Judas Iacchiaº,
Libyanº eunuch, the pope's bastard.
(He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his eye agonising in
and yelps over the mute world.)
A son of a whore. Apocalypse.
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 |7with the convulsions7| in the mattress and we all subscribedº for the funeral.
|a(Gravely.)a| Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe?
(Gaily.) C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe.14|
(|14She Kitty14| 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.)
(Nods.) Locomotor ataxy.
(Gaily.) O, my dictionary.
Three wise virgins.
foaming over his
Roman centurion, polluted her |7with his genitories7|. (He sticks out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue|12,12| |6his hand on his fork6|.) |6Messiah!6| He burst her tympanum. |14(With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the cynical spasm.) Hik! Hek! Hak! Hok! Huk! Kok! Kuk!14|
(Ben Jumbo Dollard, rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded,º cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fatpapped, stands forth, his loins and genitals tightened into a pair of black bathing bagslops.)
(Nakkering |12castagnette castanet12| bones in his huge padded paws|12,12| yodels jovially in base barreltone.) When love absorbs my ardent soul.
(Gushingly.) Big Ben! Ben |v5my Macv5| Chree!º
Hold that fellow with the bad breeches.
(Smites his thigh in abundant laughter.) Hold him now.
his skins, his multitudinous plumage
yawnsº showing a coalblack
throat and closes his jaws by an upward push
of his parchment
rollº.) After having said which I took my departure. Farewell. Fare thee well. |7|12Dreck! Dreck!12|7|
(Henry Flower combs his moustache and beard rapidly with a pocketcomb and givesº a cow's lick to his hair. Steered by his rapierº he glides to the door|14, his wild harp slung behind him14|. Virag reaches the door in two ungainly stilthops|14, his tail cocked,14| and deftly claps sideways on the wall a pusyellow flybill|14, butting it with his head14|.)
All is lost now.
(Virag unscrews his head in aº trice and holds it under his arm.)
(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.
All one and the same God to her.
(To Stephen.) I'm sure you'reº a spoiled priest. |13Or a monk.13|
He is. A cardinal's son.
(His Eminenceº Simon Stephen cardinalº Dedalus,º primateº of allº Ireland,º appears in the doorway, dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks. Seven dwarf simian acolytes|12,12| also in red|12,12| cardinal sins, uphold his train, peeping under it. He wears a battered silk hat sideways on his head. His thumbs are stuck in his armpits and his palms outspread. Round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his breast in a corkscrew cross. Releasing his thumbs,º he invokes grace from on high with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp.)º
(He looks at all for a moment,º his right eye closed tight, his left cheek puffed out. Then, unable to repress his merriment, he rocks to and fro, arms akimbo, and sings with broad rollicking humour.)º
O, the poor little fellow
Hi-hi-hi-hi-hisº legs they were yellow
He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a snake
But some bloody savage
To graize his white cabbage
He murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake.
aslantº he blesses curtly with
fore and middle
doubleshuffles off comically, swaying his hat from side to side, shrinking
quickly to the size of his trainbearers. The dwarf
peeping, nudging, ogling,
zigzag behind him. His voice is heard mellow from afar, merciful,º male, melodious.)
THE |7DOORLOCK DOORHANDLE7|
(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.)
(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?
(Tears open the silverfoil.) Fingers was made before forks.º (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.) Have it now or wait till you get it? (He opens his mouth, his head cocked|s5.s5| She whirls the prize in left circle. His head follows. She whirls it back in right circle. He eyes her.) Catch!º
(She tosses a piece. With an adroit snap he catches it and bites it through with a crack.)
(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.
(|14In Svengali's fur overcoat,14| with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock,º frowns |14in ventriloquial exorcism14| with piercing eagle glance towards the door. Then rigid with left foot advancedº he makes a swift pass with impelling fingers |14and gives the sign of past master,º drawing his right arm downwards from his left shoulder14|.) Go, go, go, |5I conjure you,5| whoever you are!º
(A male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist outside.
Bloom's features relax. He places a hand in his waistcoat openingº calmly. Zoe offers him chocolate.)
Do as you're bid. Here!º
(A firm heelclacking |~5tread~|5|º is heard on the stairs.)
(Takes the chocolate.) Aphrodisiac? |v5Tansy and pennyroyal.v5|º But I bought it. Vanilla calms|12. or?12| Mnemo. Confused light confuses memory. Red influences lupus. Colours affect women's characters, any they have. This black makes me sad. Eat and be merry for tomorrow.º (He eats.) Influence taste too, mauve. But it is so long since I. Seems new. Aphro. That priest. Must come. Better late than never. Try truffles at Andrews.
(The door opens.
Bella Cohen, a
massive whoremistress,º enters.
She is dressed in a threequarter ivory
gownº fringed round the hem with
tasselled selvedge and cools herselfº
flirting a black horn fan like
|5On her left hand are
wedding and keeper
Her eyes are deeply carboned. She has a sprouting moustache. Her olive face
is heavy, slightly sweated and
fullnosedº with orangetainted
nostrils. She has large pendentº beryl eardrops.)
My word! I'm all of a mucksweat.
roundº her at the couples. Then
her eyes rest on Bloom with hard insistence. Her large fan winnows wind towards
and embonpoint. Her falcon eyes glitter.)
Yes.º Partly, I have mislaid …
(Looks down with a sheepish grin.) That is so.
(Bella approaches, gently tapping with the fan.)
(Wincing.) Powerful being.
In my eyes read that slumber which women love.
(Tapping.) We have met. You are mine. It is fate.
(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 general |12post office postoffice12| of human life. The door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second according to the law of falling bodies. I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left glutear muscle. It runs in our family. Poor dear papa, a widower, was a regular barometer from it. He believed in animal heat. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. Near the end, remembering king David and the Sunamite, he shared his bed with Athos|14,14| faithful after death. A dog's spittleº as you probably … (He winces.) Ah!
(Bagweighted, passes the door.) Mocking is catch. Best value in Dub. Fit for a prince's. Liverº and kidney.
(Tapping.) All things end. Be mine. Now.
(Points downwards slowly.) You may.
(Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace.) We are observed.
(Points downwards quickly.) You must.
(With desire, with reluctance.) I can make
I |6served my time and6| worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Experienced hand. Every knot says a lot. Let me. In courtesy|s5.s5| |7I knelt once before today. Ah!7|
(Bella raises her gown slightly and, steadying her pose, lifts to the edge of a chair a plump buskined hoof and a full pastern|13,13| silksocked. Bloom, stifflegged, (erraging ageingºerr), bends over her hoof and with gentle fingers draws out and in her laces.)
(Murmurs lovingly.) To be a shoefitter in Manfield'sº 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 (5impossibly5)º small|13,13| of Clyde Road ladies. Even their wax model Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb toe, as worn in Paris.
Smell my hot goathide. Feel my royal weight.
(Crosslacing.) Too tight?
If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you.
(He knots the lace. Bella places her foot on the floor. Bloom raises his head. Her heavy face, her eyes strike him in midbrow. His eyes grow |15dull, darker and15| pouched, his nose thickens.)
(With a hard basilisk stare, in a baritone voice.) Hound of dishonour!
(His heavy cheekchops sagging.) Adorer of the adulterous rump!
(With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all fours, grunting, snuffling, rooting at his feet:º then lies, shamming dead,º with eyes shut tight,º trembling eyelids|15, bowed upon the ground in the attitude of most excellent master15|.)
(With bobbed hair,º |5purple gills, fat moustache rings roundº his shaven mouth,5| in mountaineer's puttees, green silverbuttoned coat |15and,15| sport skirt and alpine hat |12with moorcock's feather12|, his hands stuck deep in his breeches pockets, places his heel on her neck and grinds it in.) (6Footstool!6)º Feel my entire weight. Bow, bondslave, before the throne of your despot's glorious heels,º so glistening in their proud erectness.
(Laughs loudly.) Holy smoke! |7You little know what's in store for you.7| I'm the Tartarº to settle your little lot |5and break you in|15.!15|5| I'll bet |16Kentucky16| cocktails all round I shame it out of you, old son. Cheek me, I dare you. If you do tremble in |s5ins5| anticipation of heel discipline to be inflicted in gym costume.
creeps under the sofa and peers out through the fringe.)
(Widening her slip to screen |12him her12|.) |12He's She's12| not here.
(Coaxingly.) Come, ducky dear. |6I want a word with you|12, darling, just to administer correction12|.6| Just a little heart to heart talk, sweety|s5.s5| (Bloom puts out her timid head.) There's a good |15fellow girly15| now.º (Bello grabs her hair violently and drags her forward.) I only want to correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot. |5How's that tender behind?5| O, ever so gently|5, pet5|. |12Begin to get ready.12|
The nosering, |7the
the hanging hook,
make you kiss while
the Nubian slave of
in for it this
|7I'll make you remember
me for the balance
(His forehead veins swollen, his face congested.) I shall sit on your
every morning after my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat
hamrashersº and a bottle of
(He belches.) And suck my thumping good
Stock Exchange cigar while I read the |15Licensed Victualler's Gazette Licensed Victualler's Gazette15|. Very possibly I shall have you slaughtered |7and skewered7| in my stables and enjoy a slice of you |12|15with crisp crackling from the baking tin15| basted and12| baked |15like sucking |16pin pig16|15| with rice and lemon |15or currant sauce15|. It will hurt you.
Don't be cruel, nurse! Don't!
|12(Shouts.) Good, by the rumping jumping general! That's the best bit of news I heard these six weeks.12| Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you!º (He slaps her face.)
(Whimpers.) You're after hitting me. |5I'll tell …5|
I will. Don't be greedy.
No, me. Lend him to me.
(The brothel cook, Mrs Keogh, wrinkled, greybearded|s5,s5| in a greasy bib|7, men's grey and green socks|16,16|7| and brogues, floursmeared, a |12rolling pin rollingpin12| stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the door.)
(Ferociously.) Can I help?
a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat
leg.) I see
Keating Clay is elected vicechairmanº
of the Richmond
asylumº and by the
byº Guinness's preference shares are
at sixteen three quarters. Curse me for a fool
thatº didn't buy
that lot Craig
and Gardner told me about. Just my
curse it. And that
Goddamned15| outsider Throwaway at twenty
to one.º (He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear.) Where's that |15God damned Goddamned15| cursed ashtray|5?5|
for that every ten
for it as you never
(He thrusts out a figged fist and foul cigar.) Here, kiss that. Both.
Kiss. |12(He throws a leg
knees, calls in
cockhorse to Banbury cross. I'll ride him for
the Eclipse stakes. |15(He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting.º) Ho! Offº we pop! I'll nurse you in proper fashion.15| (He horserides 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.12|
Well, I'm not. Wait. (He holds in his breath.) Curse it. Here. |12This bung's about burst.12| (|12He uncorks himself behind|15:15| then,12| contorting his features,º |12he12| farts |~5stoutly loudlyº~|5|.) Take that! |12(He recorks himself.)12| Yes, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters.
(A sweat breaking out over him.) Not man. |5(He sniffs.)5| Woman.
(Stands up.) No more blow hot and cold. What you longed
for has come |15to
you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the
yoke. Now for your
You will shed your
and don the shot
silk luxuriously rustling over head and shoulders.
(Points to his whores.) As they are now|5|~,º~|5| so will you be, wigged, |12singed,12| perfumesprayed, ricepowdered|12,12| |5with smoothshaven armpits5|. Tape measurements will be taken next your skin. You will be laced with cruel force |s5in to intos5| vicelike corsets |5of soft dove coutilleº5| with whalebone buskº to the |5diamondtrimmedº5| pelvis, the absolute outside edge, while your figure, plumper than when at large, will be restrained in nettight frocks, pretty |15two ounce15| petticoats (7and fringes7) and things stamped, of course, with my houseflag, creations of lovely lingerie (7for Alice and nice scent for Alice7). (7You Alice7) will feel the pullpull. (7Martha and Mary will be a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but7) (7The the7) frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you …
(|5|~Aº~|5| charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, mustard hair and large male hands |5and nose, leering mouth5|.) I tried her things on only |~5twice onceº~|5|, a small prank, in Holles street. When we were hard upº I washed them to save the laundry bill. My own shirts I turned. It was |15pure the purest15| thrift.
(Jeers.) Little jobs that make mother pleased, eh?
Andº showed off coquettishly
at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's
uddersº in various poses of surrender,
eh? Ho! ho!º I have to laugh! That
|15and short trunk
up15| the stitches at
her last rape that Mrs
Miriam Dandrade sold you from the Shelbourne hotelº, eh?
Miriam. Black. Demimondaine.
it's too tickling, this! You were a nicelooking
Miriam when you
off your backgate hairs
and7| lay swooning in
the thing across the bed
about to be
Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell|12,12| |~5M.P, M.P.,º~|5| signorº Laci Daremo, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the liftboy, Henriº Fleury of Gordon Bennett fame, Sheridan, the quadroon Croesusº, the varsity |15wetbob15| eight from old Trinity, |16Ponto,16| her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton. (He guffaws again.) Christ, wouldn't it make a |15|aManx Siamesea|15| cat laugh?
|5(Her hands and features working.)5| It was Gerald converted me to be a true corsetlover when I was female impersonator in the High School play Vice Versa. It was dear Gerald. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. Now |12dearest12| Gerald |15uses |apinkya| greasepaint and15| gilds his eyelids. Cult of the beautiful.
(With wicked glee.) Beautiful! Give us a breather! When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the smoothworn throne.
The sawdust is there in the corner
for you. |12I gave you strict instructions, didn't I?12| |6Do it standing|7., sir! I'll teach you to behave like a jinkleman!7|6| If I catch a trace |15on your swaddles15|. Aha! |15By the ass of the Doransº15| |7|15You'll you'll15| find I'm a martinet.7| The sins of your past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds.
THE SINS OF THE PAST
(In a medley of voices.) He
went through a form
with at least one
woman in the shadow of the
at an address
while he presented himself indecently to the instrument
|5By word and deed he
strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter
in an unsanitary
outhouse attached to
he wrote pencilled
messages offering his
males. And by the
did he not pass night
after night by loving
couples to see if
and how much16| he could see? Did he not lie in bed, the |16hog |agrossa| boar16|, gloating over a |6nauseous6| fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a |5nasty5| harlot|5, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order5|?
(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom,º Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny,º Cassidy's hag, blind stripling, Larry rhinocerosº, the girl, the woman, the whore, the other|6,6| the|~5, lane the …º~|5|)
(Peremptorily.) Answer. Repugnant wretch! |5I insist |7upon it on knowing7|.5| |7Tell me something to amuse me, |15smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a |16bit lineº16| of poetry,15| quick, quick, quick! Where? How? What time? With how many?7| |15I give you just three seconds. One! Two …! Thr …º15|
(Bows.) Master! Mistress! Mantamer!
(He lifts his arms. His bangle bracelets fall.)
(Satirically.) By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes|5|~,º~|5| also when we |7ladies7| are unwell|12,12| and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up |7and a dishclout tied to your tail7|.º |7Won't that be nice?7| |15(He places a ruby ring on her finger.) And there now! With this ring I thee own.15| |12Say, thank you, mistressº.
Thank you, mistress.
You will make the
beds, get my tub
ready, empty the
pisspots in the
different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the
sandy one6|. Ay,
and rinse the seven of
them well, mind, or lap it up like champagne.
Drink me |5piping5| hot. Hop! Youº will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your misdeeds|5|~,º~| Miss Ruby|7, and spank |15you your |16bare16| bot15| right well, miss, with the hairbrush7|5|. |12You'll be taught the error of your ways.12| At night your wellcreamed (errbraceletted braceletedºerr) hands will wear |15twentybutton fortythreebutton15| gloves |12new powdered newpowdered12| with talc and having delicately scented fingertips. For such favours knights of old laid down their lives(err.ºerr) (He chuckles.) My boys will be no end charmed to see you so ladylike|s5,s5| the colonel|s5,s5| aboveº all, whenº they come here the night before the wedding |7to |atry fondlea| my new attraction in gilded heels7|. Firstº I'll have a go at you myself. A man I know on the turf named Charles |6Albert Alberta6| Marsh |15(I was in bed with him just now and another gentleman |16out of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office16|)15| is on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short knock. Swell the bust. Smile. Droop shoulders. What offers? |5(He points.) For that |7lot7|.º5| |7|aTrained by kindness Trainedº by owner to fetch and carry, basket in moutha|.7| |7(He bares his arm and plunges it |16up to the elbow elbowdeep16| in Bloom's vulva.) There's fine depth for you! What, boys?7| |15That give you a |awet deck hardona|? (He shoves his arm in a bidder's face.) Here,º |awet the deck anda| wipe it round!15|
One and eightpence too much.º
CHARLES |12ALBERT ALBERTA12| MARSHº
a rap with his
price figure and
cheap at the
examine shis points.
This downy skin, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. If I had only my gold
quiteº easy to milk.
gallons a day.
stockgetter|7, due to lay within the hour7|.6| |5His sire's milk record was a thousand |12gallons of whole milk12| in forty weeks.5| |12Whoa, my jewel! Beg up! Whoa! (He brands his initial |15C15| on Bloom's croup.) So! Warranted Cohen!12| What advance on two bob|s5,s5| gentlemen?
A DARKVISAGED MAN
(In disguised accent.) |5Hundred pounds |7Hundred |12Hunderd |16Hundert Hoondert16|12|7| |12pound |15pount punt15|12| |7sterling sterlink7|5|.
(Gaily.) Right. Let them all come. The scanty|12,12| |6daringly short6| skirt|12,12| riding up at the knee to show a peep of white (errpantelette pantaletteº19)|12,12| is a potent weapon and transparent stockings|5|~,~|5| emeraldgartered|5|~,º~|5| with the long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee|12,12| appeal to the better instincts of the |15blasé blasé15| man about town. Learn the smooth |~5tapstep~|5| |6mincing6| walkº on four inch Louis |~5Quinze XVº~|5| heels, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. Bring all your powersº of fascination to bear on them. |15Pander to their |16Gomorrahan16| vices.15|
What else are you good for, an
thing like you? (He stoops
and, peering, pokes with his fan rudely under the |5fatfolds fat suet folds5| of Bloom's haunches.) Up! Up! Manx cat! |7What have we here?7| Where's your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you|15, cockyolly15|? |7Sing, |12birdie birdy12|, sing.7| It's as limp (errasºerr) a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart|15. Buy a bucket or sell your pump.15| (Loudly.) Can you do a man's job?
Eccles streetº …
I wouldn't hurt
your feelings for the world but there's a man of brawn in possession
my gay young
fellow!14|7| He is
something like a
for you, you
muff, if you had
that weapon |15with knobs
|aand lumps and
He shot his
bolt|14., I can tell you! |15Foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast!15|14| He's no eunuch. |14A shock of red hair he has sticking out of him behind like a furzebush! |aWait for nine months, my lad! |bIt's Holy ginger, it'sb| kicking and coughing up and down in her guts already!a|14| That makes you wild, don't it? Touches the spot? (He spits in contempt.) Spittoon!
(Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the wold.)
Rip van Wink! Rip vanº Winkle!
(In tattered (errmocassins moccasinsºerr) with a rusty fowlingpiece, (errtiptoing tiptoeingºerr), 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|6.!6| But |14that dress, the green! And14| her hair is dyed gold and he …
(Laughs mockingly.) That's your daughter, you owl, with a Mullingar student.
(Milly Bloom, fairhaired, |16greenvested,16| slimsandalled, her blue scarf in the seawind simply swirling|15,15| breaks from the arms of her lover and calls, her young eyes wonderwide.)
My! It's Papli! But,
Papli, how old you've grown!
Changed, eh? Our whatnot, our
writingtableº where we never wrote,
auntº Hegarty's armchair, our
classic reprints of old masters. A man and his menfriends are
living there in
Why not? How many women had you,
them up dark
exciting them by your smothered grunts.
you male prostitutea|? Blameless dames with parcels of groceries.5| Turn about. Sauce for the goose, my gander|5,5| O.
They … |15I …15|
(Cuttingly.) Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction. In their horseplay |14with Moll the romp to funread find the |15buck15| flea in her |adrawers breechesa|14| they will deface the little statue you carried home in the rain for art for art'º sake. They will violate the secrets of your bottom drawer. Pages will be torn from your handbook of astronomy to make them pipespills. And they will spit in your tenshillingº brass fender from Hampton Leedom's.
Ten and six. The act of |14low14| scoundrels. Let me go. I will return. I will prove …
(|15He Bloom15| clenches his fists and crawls forward, a bowieknifeº between his teeth.)
Justice! All Ireland versus one! Has nobody …?
(Heº bites his thumb.)
Die and be damned to you if you have any sense of decency
about you7|. I can give you a rare old wine |14that'll send you skipping to hell and back14|. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have|v5!.v5| If you have none see you |15damn well15| get it, steal it, rob it|6.!6| We'll bury you in our shrubbery jakes where you'll be dead and dirty with old |15Cuck15| Cohen|s5,s5| |5the cousin my stepnephew5| I married, the bloody old gouty procurator |14and sodomite14| |7with a crick in his neck7|, and my other |7ten |15or eleven15|7| husbands|16,16| |14whatever the buggers' names were,14| suffocated in the one cesspool. (He explodes in a loud phlegmy laugh.) We'll manure you, Mr Flower|14!14| (He pipes scoffingly.) Byby, Poldy! Byby,º Papli!
(Sneers.) Crybabby! Crocodile tears!
(Bloom, broken, |15closely veiled for the sacrifice,15| sobs, his face to the earth. |14The passing bell is heard.14| |14Dark shawled Darkshawled14| figures of the circumcised, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the wailing wall,º M. Shulomowitz, Joseph Goldwater, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P.º Mastiansky, the reverendº Leopold Abramovitz, chazenº. With swaying arms they wail |15in pneuma15| over the recreant Bloom.)
(Sighing.) So he's gone. Ah yes. Yes, indeed. |7Bloom? Never heard of him. No?7| Queer kind of chap. There's the widow. That so? Ah, yes.
(|15From the |asutteea| pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends. The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.15| Out of her oakframeº a nymph with hair unbound, lightly clad in teabrown artcoloursº , descends from her grotto and passing under interlacing yewsº stands over Bloom.)
(Softly.) Mortal! (Kindly.) Nay, dost not |14weep weepest14|!
Mortal! You found me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakersº, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtightsº and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Amoraº and Karini, |7musical act,7| the hit of the century. I was |16on hidden in16| cheap pink paper that smelt of rock oil. I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads forº transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and |7trusses for ruptures why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman7|. Useful hints to the married.
(Sadly.) Rubber goods. Neverripº brandº 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.
You mean Photo Bits?
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.
During dark nights I heard your praise.
(Quickly.) Yes, yes.
Sleep reveals the
worst side of everyone, children perhaps excepted. I know
I fell out
bed or rather
was pushed. Steel wine is said to cure snoring. For the rest there is that
English invention, pamphlet of which I received some days
claims to afford a noiseless,º
inoffensive vent. (He sighs.) 'Twas ever thus. Frailty, thy name is marriage.
(Her fingers in her ears.) And words. They are not in my dictionary.
You understood them?
(Covers her face with her handsº.) What have I not seen in that chamber? What must my eyes look down on?
(Bends her head.) Worse, worse!º
(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 which has only one handle.
(The sound of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade.)
(Mingling their boughs.) Listen. Whisper. She is right,
our sister. We grew by
waterfall. We gave shade on
languorous16| summer days.
JOHN WYSE NOLAN
(In the background, in Irish National Forester's uniform, doffs his plumed hat.) Prosper|14.!14| Give shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland|14.!14|
|~5(Scared.) High School of Poula? Mnemo? Not in full possession of faculties. Concussion. Run over by tram.~|5|
(Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in nondescript juvenile grey and black striped suit, too small for him, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings |5with turnover topsº5| and a red schoolcapº with badge.) I was in my teensº, a growing boy. A little then sufficed, a jolting car, the mingling odours of the ladies' cloakroom |5and lavatory5|, the throng penned tight on the old Royal stairs,º |14(for forº14| they love crushes, instinct of the herd|16,16| and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles |14vice) vice.º14| |14even Evenº14| a pricelist of their hosiery. And then the heat. There were sunspots that summer. End of school. And tipsycake. Halcyon days.
(|s5Halcon Halcyons5| Days, High Schoolº boys in blue and white football jerseys and shorts,º Master Donald Turnbull, Master Abraham Chatterton, Master Owen Goldberg, Master Jack Meredith, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in a clearing of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom.)
Live us again.
Hurray!16| (They cheer.)
(Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered|5,5| starredº with spent snowballs, struggles to rise.) Again! I feel sixteen! What a lark! Let's ring |5all5| the bells in Montague streetº. (He cheers feebly.) |16Hooray Hurray16| for the High School!
(Rustling.) She is right, our sister. Whisper.
(Whispered kisses are heard in all the wood. Faces of hamadryads peep out
from the boles and among the leaves and
break,º blossoming into bloom.) Who profaned our silent shade?
(Sweeping downward.) Sister, yes. And on our virgin sward.
(With wide fingers.) O, infamy!º
I was precocious. Youth. The
|14I sacrificed to the god of
the forest.14| The
flowers that bloom in the spring. It was
attraction is a natural phenomenon. Lotty Clarke,
flaxenhaired, I saw at her night toilette throughº illclosed curtainsº with poor papa's operaglasses|~5:.º~|5| The wanton ate grass wildly|s5.s5| She rolled downhill at Rialto bridgeº to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits. She climbed their crooked tree and I|~5. …~|5| A saint couldn't resist it. The demon possessed me. Besides|5|~,º~|5| who saw?
Me.º Me see.
(Bleats.) |14Megegoaggegg! Megegaggegg!14| Nannannanny!
flushed,º covered with burrs of
engaged. Circumstances alter cases.º (He gazes intently downwards on the water.) Thirtytwo head over heels per second. Press |14Nightmare nightmare14|. Giddy Elijah. Fall from cliff. Sad end of |14Government government14| printer's clerk.
(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.)
(Alone on deck, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefacedº , his hand in his waistcoatº opening, |14declaiming declaims14|.) When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. I have …
(Loftily.) We immortals, as you saw today,º have not such a place and no hair there either. We are stonecold and pure. We eat electric light.º (She arches her body in lascivious crispation,º placing her forefinger in her mouth.) Spoke to me. Heard from behind. How then could you …?
(Pawingº the heather abjectly.) O, I have been a perfect pig. Enemas too Iº have administered. One third of a pint of infusion ofº quassia(err,ºerr) to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. Up the fundament. With Hamilton Long's syringe, the ladies' friend.
I have paid homage on that living altar where
the back changes name.º (With sudden fervour.) For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, the hand that rules …?º
THE VOICE OF KITTY
(In the thicket.) Show us one of them cushions.
THE VOICE OF |14FLORRIE FLORRY14|
(A grouse wings clumsily through the underwood.)
THE VOICE OF LYNCH
(In the thicket.) Whew! Piping hot!
THE VOICE OF ZOE
THE VOICE OF VIRAG
It overpowers me.
The warm impress of
her warm form.
Even to sit where a
woman has sat, especially with divaricated thighs,
to grant the last
especially with previously well uplifted white
sateen coatpans. So womanly full. It fills me full.
Ssh! Sister, speak|14.!14|
(Eyeless, in nun's white habit, coif and
hugewingedº wimple, softly, with remote
eyes.) (7tranquilla Tranquilla7) convent. Sister Agatha. Mount Carmel. Theº apparitions of Knock and Lourdes. No more desire(7.7) (She reclines her head, sighing.) Onlyº the ethereal. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull.
(Two sluts of the Coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling flatly.º)
|~5(Her features hardening, gropes in the folds of her habit.)~|5| Sacrilege!º To attempt my virtue! (A large moist stain appears on her robe.) Sully my innocence! You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman.º (She clutches |15again15| in her robe.) Wait. Satan, you'llº sing no more lovesongs!º |15Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. (She draws a poniard |aand, clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his loinsa|.) Nekum!15|
up, seizes her hand.) Hoy!
nine lives! Fair
play, madam. No pruningknifeº. The fox
and the grapes, is it? What do youº lack
with your barbed
wire? Crucifix not
thick enough? (He clutches her veil.) A
holy abbot you
want or Brophy, the
or the spoutless statue of the
or good motherº Alphonsus, eh
(With a cryº flees from him unveiled, her plaster cast cracking, a cloud of stench escaping from the cracks.) Poli …!
(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 mendancersº on the Riviera,º I read.º (The fleeing nymph raises a keen.) Eh? I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me. And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrowº, eh? Fool someone else, not me. (He sniffs.) Rut.º Onions. Stale. Sulphur.º Grease.
(Theº figure of Bella Cohen stands before him.)
You'll know me the next time.
(Composed, regards her.) |14Passée. Passée. Mutton dressed as lamb.14| Long in the tooth and superfluousº 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 glasseyesº of your stuffed fox. They have the dimensions of your other features, that's all. I'm not a triple screw propeller.
I know you, canvasser! Dead cod!
I saw him, kipkeeper!
and gleet vendor!5|
(Turns to the piano.) Which of you was playing theº dead march from Saul?
cornflowers. (She darts to the piano and bangs chordsº
on it with crossed arms.) The cat's ramblesº 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.
(Gently.) Give me back that potato, will you?
Forfeits, a fine thing and a superfine thing.
There is a memory attached to it. I should like to have it.
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.
(She goes to the pianola. Stephen fumbles in his pocket and|14,14| taking out a banknote by its corner|14,14| hands it to her.)
(With exaggeratedº politeness.) This silken purse I made out of the sow's ear of the public. Madam, excuse me. If you allow me|5|~.~|5| (He indicates vaguely Lynch and Bloom.) We are all in the same sweepstake|14, Kinch and Lynch14|. Dans ce bordel où tenons nostre état.
(Calls from the hearth.) Dedalus! Give her your blessing for me.
(Hands Bella a coin.) Gold. She has it.
(Delightedly.) A hundred thousand apologies|5|~.~|5| (He fumbles again and takes out and hands her two crowns.) Permit, |6brevi manu brevi manu6|, my sight is somewhat troubled.
(Bella goes to the table to count the money while Stephen
talks to himself
in monosyllablesº. Zoe bends
overº the table. Kitty leans over
Zoe's neck.º Lynch gets up,
rights his cap
clasping Kitty's waist, adds his head to the group.)
(Strives heavily to rise.) Ow! My foot's asleep. (She limps over to the table. Bloom approaches.)
BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM
and squabbling.) The gentleman … ten shillings …
paying14| for the
allow14| me a
this14| gentleman pays
you're pinching …
are14| you staying the night or a
short time? … |14Who who14| did? … |14You're you're14| a liar, excuse me … the gentleman paid down like a gentleman … |14Drink drink14| … |~5Its |14It's it's14|~|5| long after eleven.
(Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the top of her stocking.) Hard earned on the flat of my back.
(Lifting Kitty from the table.) Come!
Wait. (She clutches |s5her thes5| two crowns.)
(He lifts her,
carries her and bumps her down on the sofa.)
The fox crew, the cocks
|~5the Theº~|5| bells in heaven
Were striking eleven|15.15|
'Tis time for her poor soul
To |14go to get out of14| heaven.
(Quietly lays a half sovereign on the table between Bella and |15Florrie Florry15|.) So. Allow me.º (He takes up the poundnote.) |14three times three Three times ten14|. We're square.
(Points.) Him?º Deep as a |14draw well drawwell14|.
(Lynchº bends Kitty back over the sofa and kisses her. Bloom goes with the poundnote to Stephen.)
This is yours.
How is that? |14Le distrait Le distrait14| or absentminded beggar. (He fumbles again in his pocket and draws out a handful of coins. An object falls.) That fell.
(Stooping, picks up and hands a box of matches.) This.
(Quietly.) You had better hand over that cash to me to take care of. Why pay more?
(Hands him all his coins.) Be just before you are generous.
I will|14,14| but is it wise? (He counts.) One|14. Seven (Eleven), seven, eleven,14| and five. Six. Eleven. I don'tº answer for what you may have lost.
That is one poundº six and eleven. One pound seven, say.
Doesn't matter a rambling damn.
No, but …
(Comes to the table.) Cigarette, please.
|14(Lynch tosses a
cigarette from the sofa to the
table.)14| And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married.
(|14Lynch tosses a A14| cigarette |14from the sofa to appears on14| the table.º Stephen looks at it.) Wonder |14—.14| Parlour magic. Married. Hm. (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.)
(Brings the match nearº his eye.) Lynx eyeº. Must get glasses. Broke them yesterday. Sixteen years ago. Distance. The eye seesº all flat.º (He draws the match away. It goes out.) Brain thinks. Near: far.º Ineluctable modality of the visible. (He frowns mysteriouslyº.) Hm. |15Sphinx. The beast that has two backs at midnight.15| Married.
It was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him.
(Nods.) Mr Lambe from London.
Lamb of London|5,5| who takest away the sins of |14the our14| world.
(Embracing Kitty on the sofa, chants deeply.) Dona nobis pacem.
Don't smoke. You ought to eat. Cursed dog I met. (To Zoe.) You have nothing?
Is he hungry?
(Tragically.) Hamlet|15:,15| I am thy father's gimlet|15:!15| (She takes his hand.) Blue eyes beauty|14?14|(err,ºerr) I'll read your hand. (She points to his forehead.) No wit, no wrinkles(err.ºerr) (She counts.) Twoº, three.º Mars, that's courage. (Stephen shakes his head.) No kid.
(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.)
(Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the coffin of the pianola flies open, the bald littleº round jack-in-the-box head of Father Dolan springs up.)
Any boy want flogging? Broke his glasses? Lazyº idle little schemer. See it in your eye.
DON JOHN CONMEEº
(Examining Stephen's palm.) Woman's hand.
What day were you born?
(Quickly.) O, I see. Short little finger. Henpecked husband. That wrong?
Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook.
I see, says the blind man. Tell us news.
See? Moves to one great goal. I am (5twentytwo. Sixteen years ago he was5)º |14twenty two twentytwo14| too. Sixteen years ago I |14twenty two twentytwo14| tumbled|14.,º14| |14Twenty two twentytwoº14| years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse(err.ºerr) (He winces.) Hurt my hand somewhere. Must see a dentist. Money?
(Zoe whispers to |14Florrie Florry14|. They giggle. Bloom releases his hand and writes idly on the table in backhand|s5, pencillings5| |s5with finals5| slow curves.)
(A hackneycar, number |5blank, three hundred and twentyfour,5| with a gallantbuttockedº mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony avenueº , Donnybrook, trots past. Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the sideseats. The Ormond boots crouches behind on the axle. Sadly over the crossblind Lydia Douce and Mina Kennedy gaze.)
(Jogging, mocks them with thumb and wriggling wormfingers.) Hawº haw|5,5| have you the horn?
(Bronze by gold they whisper.)º
(To |14Florrie Florry14|.) Whisper.
|15⇒15| (|v5She whispers They whisperv5| again.)
(Over the well of the car
set sideways, a red flower in his mouth.
yachtsman's cap and
white shoes(5,5) officiously detaches a long hair from Blazes Boylan's |v5coatv5| shoulder.)
Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?
(Sated, smiles.) Plucking a turkey.
(Smells gleefully.) Ah! Lobster and mayonnaise. Ah!
ZOE AND |14FLORRIE FLORRY14|
(Laugh together.) Ha ha ha ha.
(Tosses him sixpence.) Here(7, to buy yourself a gin and splash7). |14(He hangs his hat smartly on a peg of Bloom's antleredº head.)14| Show me in. I have a little private business with your wife|v5, you. Youv5| understand?
What? What is it?
(Zoe whispers to her.)
Let him look, the pishogue! Pimp! |5And scourge himself! I'll write to a powerful prostitute |15or |aBartholomona,a| the bearded woman|a,a|15| to raise weals |14out14| on him |15an inch thick15| |7and make him bring me back a signed |15and stamped15| receipt7|.5|
(Laughing.) Ho ho ho ho.
Thank you, sir. I will, sir. |7May I bring two men chums to |14witness |15it the deed15| and14| |asee take a snapshota|?7| (He holds outº an ointment jar.) Vaseline|7, sir7|? |15She!15| Orangeflower|15?15| … Lukewarm water|15?15| …
(From the sofa.) Tell us, |14Florrie Florry14|. Tell us. What …
(|15Florrie Florry15| whispers to her. Whispering lovewords murmur,º liplapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop.)
(Laughing.) Hee hee hee.
BELLA, ZOE, |14FLORRIE, FLORRY,14| KITTY
(Stephen |v5& andv5| Bloom gaze in the mirror. The face of William Shakespeare, beardless, appears there, rigid in facial paralysis, crowned by the reflection of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the hall.)
(In dignified ventriloquy.) 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind|5|~.º~|5| (To Bloom.) |14You thought you were Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest14| invisible. Gaze. |15(He crows with a |ablacka| capon's laugh.) Iagogo! |aWhy How mya| Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornunº. Iagogogo!15|
(Smiles yellowly at the
whoresº.) When will I hear the joke?
Before you're twice married and once a widower.
(|14The Mrs Dignam,14| widow |v5Dignam womanv5|, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with deathtalk, tearsº and (errTunny's Tunney'sºerr) tawny sherry, hurries by in her weeds, her bonnet awry|15, |16rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose|err,º19|16| |aa pena| chivvying her brood of cygnets15|. Beneath her skirt appear her late husband's everydayº trousers and turnedup boots, large eights. She holds a Scottish Widows'º insurance policy and aº large marquee umbrellaº under which her brood runº with her, Patsy(err,err)º hopping on one shodº foot, his collar loose, a hank of porksteaks dangling, Freddy(err,err)º whimpering, Susy with a crying cod'sº mouth, Aliceº struggling with the baby. She cuffs them on, her streamers flaunting aloft.)
Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!
(With paralytic rage.) Weda seca whokilla farst.
(The face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures
Shakespeare's beardless face. The marquee
umbrellaº sways drunkenly, the
children run aside. Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in merry
widowº hat and kimono gown. She
and bowing, twirlingº japanesily.)
(Gazes on her,º
Most bloody awful demirep!
|14Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti14|. Queens lay with prize bulls|s5.s5| |14|aRemember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first confessionbox.a| 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.14|
None of that here. Come to the wrong shop.
Let him alone. He's back from Paris.
(Runs to Stephen and links him.) O go on! Give us some |~5parley voo |14parley vous parleyvoo14|~|5|.
(Stephen claps hat on head and leaps over to the fireplaceº where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a painted smile on his face.)
(Pommelling on the sofa.) Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmmº.
with marionette jerks.) Thousand places of entertainment
to |v5expense expensesv5| your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hersº heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there|14,14| parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns|14. The the14| same if talking a poor english how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous. Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night. Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. All chic womans |5|14who which14| arrive full of modesty then disrobe and5| squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with |16dessous troublants dessous troublants16|.º (He clacks his tongue loudly.) |14Ho, là là. Ce pif qu'il a. Ho, là là!º Ce pif qu'il a!º14|
le vampire! Vive le vampire!14|
back, laughs loudly, clapping himself.) Great success of
laughing. Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians.
nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Or do you are fond
better what belongs they
of old mans5|?
(He points about him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the whores reply
statue woman reversible or lifesize
virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times.
to see in
all that machine
there besides also if desire act awfully bestial
boy pollutes in warm veal liver
on the belly
de Shakespeare pièce de
(Mincingly.) I love you, sirº darling. Speak you englishman tongue for |16double entente cordiale double entente cordiale16|. O yes, |14mon loup mon loup14||s5.s5| How much cost? Waterloo. Watercloset. (He ceases suddenly and holds up a forefinger.)
(Laughing.) Omelette …
(Laughing.) Encore! Encore!
Mark me. I dreamt of a watermelon.
Across the world for a wife.
(Approaching Stephen.) Look …
I say, look …
Break my spirit, will he? |14O merde alors! O merde alors!14| (He cries, his vulture talons sharpened.) Holà!º Hillyho!
(Simon Dedalus' voice hilloes in answer, somewhat sleepy but ready.)
That's all right. (He swoops uncertainly through the air|14,14| wheeling|s5,s5| uttering cries of heartening,º on strong ponderous |14buzzard14| wings.) Ho, boy! Are you going to win? Hoop! Pschatt! Stable with those halfcastes. Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass|s5.s5| |14Head up!14| Keep our flag flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed. |5Ulster |14King king14| at arms!5| Haihoop!º (He makes the beagle's callº giving tongue.) Bulbul! Burblblburblbl!º Hai, boy!
fronds and spaces of the
|14having buried his
under the leaves.
nose to the
burblbrbling to be blooded.
huntsmen and huntswomen live with them, hot for
a kill. From
Six Mile Point,
Nine Mile Stone
knotty sticks, hayforks,º
|aflockmasters with stockwhips,a|
bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, grey negroes waving torches.14| The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen, crows and welshers, touts andº hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly.)
Card of the races. Racing card!
Ten to one the field!
Tommy on the clay here! Tommy on the clay!
Ten to one bar one! Ten to one bar one!º
Try your luck on spinning Jenny!
Tenº to one bar one!
Sell the monkey, boys! Sell the monkey!
I'll give ten to one!
Ten to one bar one!
(A dark horse,º riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winningpost, his mane moonfoaming, his eyeballs stars. The field follows, a bunch of bucking mounts. Skeleton horses:º Sceptre, Maximum the Second,º Zinfandel, the dukeº of Westminster's Shotover, Repulse, the dukeº of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris. Dwarfs ride them (5rustyarmoured,, rusty armoured, leaping,5) leaping in their, in their saddles. Last in a drizzle of rainº on a brokenwinded isabelle nag,º (7cock of the north, Cock of the North, the favourite,7) honey cap, green jacket, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, gripping the reins, a hockeystickº at the ready. His (5nag on spavined |14blank blank nag, stumbling on14|5) whitegaitered feet(5,5) jogs along the rocky road.)
THE |14CROWD ORANGE LODGES14|
(Jeering.) Get down and push, mister.
Last lap! You'll be home the night!
THE |14CROWD GREEN LODGES14|
Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!
(Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows, singing in discord.)
Hark! Our friend|5|~,~|5| noise in the street|~5.!~|5|
(Holds up her hand.) Stop|5|~!~|5|
PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON ANDº CISSY CAFFREY
Yet I've a sort ofº a
Yorkshire relish for …
That's me|s16.s16| (She claps her hands.) Dance! Dance! (She runs to the pianola.) Who has twopence?
(Handing her coins.) Here.
(Cracking his fingers impatiently.) Quick! Quick! Where's my augur's rod? (He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant|s5,s5| beating his foot in tripudium.)
(Turns the drumhandle.) There.
(She drops two pennies in the slot.
Gold,º pink and violet lights
start forth. The drum turns purring
Goodwin, in a bowknotted
wearing a stained
bent in two from incredible age, totters across the room, his hands
fluttering. He sits tinily on the
pianostoolº and lifts and beats
handless sticks of arms on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, his bowknot bobbing.)
with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a
his ashplant on the table and seizes Zoe
and Bella push the table towards the fireplace. Stephen, arming Zoe with
exaggerated grace, begins to waltz her
roundº the room.
falling from gracing
reveals a white fleshflower of
inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins a silk hat. With a deft
kickº he sends it spinning to his
crown and jauntyhatted
in14|. He wears
a slate frockcoatº with claret
silk lapels, a gorget of cream tulle, a green lowcut waistcoat, stock collar
with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent pumps
and canary gloves. In his buttonhole is an immenseº dahlia. He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane|5|~,~|5| then wedges it tight in his oxter. He places a hand lightlyº on his breastbone, bows,º and fondles his flower and buttons.)
The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. No connection withº Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston'sº. Fancy dress balls arranged. Deportment. The Katty Lanner stepº. So. Watch me! My terpsichorean abilities.º (He minuets forward three pacesº on tripping bee's feet.) |14Tout le monde en avant! Reverence! Tout le monde en place! Tout le monde en avant! (errReverence! Révérence!ºerr) Tout le monde en place!14|
(The prelude ceases. Professor Goodwin, beating vague arms, shrivels, sinksº , his live cape falling about the stool. The air|5|~,~|5| in firmer waltz time|5|~,~|5| soundsº. Stephen and Zoe circle freely. The lights change, glow, fade|s5,s5| gold|14,14| |v5rosy rose|14,º14|v5| violet.)
Two young fellows were talking about their girls, girls, girls,
Sweethearts they'd left behind …
(From a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired,
slimsandalledº , in girlish blue,
hands. Nimbly they
The hours of noon follow in amber gold.
linked, high haircombs flashing|s5,s5| they catch the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.)
(The morning and noon hours waltz in their places,
each other, shaping their curves, bowing
behind them arch and suspend their arms, with hands |14on descending to, touching, rising from14| their shoulders.)
May I touch your?
O, so lightly!
My little shy little lass has a waist.
(Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing. The twilight hours advanceº |14from long landshadows,14| 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 landbreezeº.)
(The night hours|v5, one by one,v5|º steal to the last place. Morning, noon and twilight hours retreat before them. They are masked, with daggered hair and bracelets of dull bells. Weary|s5,s5| they curchycurchy under veils.)
(Twirlingº , her hand to her brow.) O!
(She frees herself, droops on a chair.º Stephen seizes |14Florrie Florry14| and turns with her.)
Best, best of all,
they played that on the hobbyhorses at the
(She runs to Stephen. He leaves |14Florrie Florry14| brusquely and seizes Kitty. A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks. Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)
My girl's a Yorkshire girl.
Yorkshire through and through.
|16⇒16| Come on all!
(She seizes |14Florrie Florry14| and waltzes her.)
(7Pas seul! Pas seul!º7)
(He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms (5and,5) snatches up his ashplant from the table (5and takes the floor5). All wheel(5,5) whirl(5,5) waltz(5,5) twirl(5,º5) Bloombella(5,5) Kittylynch(5,5) |14Florriezoe Florryzoe, jujuby women14|(5.5) Stephen with hat ashplant frogsplits in middle highkicks with skykicking mouth shut hand clasp part under thigh. Withº clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled|14, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again14|.)
Though she's a factory lass
And wears no fancy clothes.
(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding
they scootlootshootº lumbering by. Baraabum!)
Encore! Bis! Bravo! Encore!
(Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse, nag, steer, piglings,º Conmee on Christass,º lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through.º Baraabum! On nags hogs bellhorsesº Gadarene swineº Corny in coffin steelº shark stone onehandled Nelsonº two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram falling bawling. Gumº he's a champion. Fuseblue peer from barrel rev. evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes. Then in last switchbackº lumbering up and down bump mashtub sort of viceroy and reine relish for tublumber bumpshire rose. Baraabum!|5|~)~|5|
|14(14|The couples fall aside. Stephen whirls giddily|5, stops5|. Room whirls back. Eyes closedº he totters. Red rails fly spacewards. Stars all around suns turn roundabout. Bright midges dance on wallsº. |5He stops dead.|14)14|5|
mother, emaciated, rises stark through the
floor,º in leper grey with a
wreath of faded
and a torn
bridal veil, her face worn and
green with gravemould.º Her
hair is scant and lank. She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen
and opens her
toothless mouth uttering a silent word. A choir of virgins and confessors sing voicelessly.)
(From the top of a tower Buck Mulligan|s5,s5| in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with curling bell, stands gaping at her, a smoking |14buttered split14| scone in his hand.|s5)s5|
(With the subtle smile of death's madness.) I was once the beautiful May Goulding. I am dead.
(Shakes his curling capbell.)
The mockery of
Kinch killed her dogsbody
bitchbody.º She kicked the bucket|16.16| (Tears of molten butter fall from his eyes on toº the scone.) Our great sweet mother! |~7Epi oinopa ponton Epi oinopa pontonº~|7|.
(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.
(A green rill of bile trickling from a side of her mouth.) You sang that song to me. |16Love's bitter mystery. Love's bitter mystery.16|
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 allpowerfulº. Prayer for the suffering souls in the Ursuline manualº and forty (errdays days'ºerr) indulgence. Repent, Stephen.
The ghoul! Hyena!
I pray for you in my other world. Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainworkº. Years and years I loved you, O my |v5firstbornv5| son, |5|6my6| firstborn|err,19|5| when you lay in my womb.
(Fanning herself with the gratefanº.) I'm melting!
(Points to Stephen.) Look! He's white.
(Goes to the window to open it |16more16|.) Giddy.
(With smouldering eyes.) Repent! O, the fire of hell!
(Strangled with rage.|v5) Shite! (v5|His features |14grow14| drawn and grey and old.) |v5Shite!v5|
(At the window.) What?
Give him some cold water.
(She rushes out.)
(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.
(He lifts his ashplant high with both hands and smashes the chandelier. Time's livid final flame leaps and|14,14| in the following darkness|14,14| ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry.)
(Rushes forward and seizes Stephen's hand.) Here! Hold on! Don't run amok!
(Screams.) After him!
(The two whores rush to the halldoorº. Lynch and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the room. They talk excitedly. Bloom follows, returns.)
(Jammed in the doorway|s5,s5| pointing.) Down there.
(Pointing.) There. There's something up.
Who pays for the lamp? (She seizes Bloom's
coattail.) Here, youº were with him. The lamp's broken.
(Rushes to the hall, rushes back.) What lamp, woman?
Her eyes hard with anger and
Who's to pay for that? Ten shillings. You're a witness.
(Snatches up Stephen's ashplant.) Me? Ten shillings? |5Have Haven't5| you lifted enough off him? Didn't he …?º
(Loudly.) Here, none of your tall talk. This isn't a brothel. A tenshillingº house.
(With a glass of water,º enters.) Where is he?
Do you want me to call the police?
O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But he's a Trinity
student. Patrons of your
Gentlemen that pay the rent. (He makes a masonic
sign.) Know what I mean? Nephew of the vicechancellor. You don't want a scandal.
(Angrily.) (errTrinity. Trinity!ºerr) Coming down here ragging after the |5boatrace boatracesº5| and paying nothing. Are you theº commander here orº? Where is he? I'll charge him! Disgrace him, I will!º (She shouts.) Zoe! Zoe!
(In the doorway.) There's a row on.
through the hall. The whores point.
follows, spilling water from her tilted tumbler. On the doorstep all the
whores clustered talk volubly, pointing
where the fog has
cleared off. From the left arrives a jingling hackney car. It slows to in
front of the house. Bloom at the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher who is about
to dismount from
the car with two silent lechers. He
averts his face.
Bella from within the hall urges on her whores. They blow ickylickysticky
yumyum kisses. Corny Kelleher replies with a
lewd smile. The silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey. Zoe and Kitty still
point right. Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws his caliph's hood and
poncho and hurries down the steps with sideways face. Incog
he flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the railings with fleet
step of a pard
the drag behind him, torn envelopes drenched in
aniseed7|. The ashplant marks his stride. A pack of bloodhounds(err,ºerr) |7led by Hornblower of Trinity |14in tallyho cap, brandishing a dogwhip brandishing a dogwhip,º in tallyho capº14| and an old pair of grey trousers,7| (5follow followsº5) from far, |7picking up the scent,7| nearer, baying, panting, |7at fault, breaking away,7| throwing their tongues, biting his heels, leaping at his tail. He walks, runs, zigzags,
gallops, lugs laid back. He is pelted with gravel, cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes, dead codfish, woman's slipperslappers. After him(5,5) freshfound(5,º5) the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit |14of follow my leader14|: 65 C,º 66 C,º night watch, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, (5VB V.B.º5) Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry O'Rourke, Joe Cuffe, Mrs O'Dowd, Pisser Burke, theº Nameless One, Mrs Riordan, theº Citizen, Garryowen, |16Whodoyoucallhim Whatdoyoucallhim16|, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolikeº , Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawenº , Chris Callinan, sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Howard Parnell, the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Breen, Denis Breen, Theodore Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, theº Westland Row postmistress, C.P. M'Coy, friend of Lyons, Hoppy Holohan, (5maninthestreet, othermaninthestreet, man in the street, other man in the street,º5) Footballboots, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry on corns, (5superintendant |16Superintendant Superintendent16|5) Laracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of the Collector-general's,º Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Bob Doran, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Wyse Nolan, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwidebehindinClonskeatramº , the bookseller of Sweets of Sin,º Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup,º colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, |14Aaron Figatner, Moses Herzog, Michael E|17.17| Geraghty, Inspector Troy,14| Mrs Galbraith, the constable off Eccles streetº corner, old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the mystery man on the beach, a retriever, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all her lovers.)
THE HUE AND CRY
(Helterskelterpelterwelter.) He's Bloom! Stop Bloom! Stopabloom! Stopperrobber! Hi! Hi! Stophimº on the corner!
(At the corner of Beaver streetº |16beneath the scaffolding16| Bloom panting stops on the fringe of the noisy quarrellingº knot, a lot not knowing a jot what hi! hi! row and wrangle round the whowhat brawlaltogether.)
(With elaborate gestures, breathing deeply and slowly.) You are my guests.
Uninvitedº. By virtue of |14George the. Seventh the fifth of Georgeº and seventh14| of Edward. History to blame. Fabled by (5mother mothersº5) of memory.
(To Cissy Caffrey.) Was he insulting you?
Addressed her in vocative feminine. Probably neuter. Ungenitive.
I was in company with the soldiers and they left me to do(5,5) |14—14| you know|14,14| and the young man runº up behind me. But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.
Yes, to go with him. And me with a soldier friend.
He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter. Biff him one, Harry.
(To Cissy.) Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss?
Biff him, Harry.
(To (5private Privateº5) 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.
(Amiably.) Why not? The bold soldier boy. In my opinion every lady for example …
(Looks up toº the sky.) How? Very unpleasant. Noble art of selfpretence. Personally, I detest action. (He waves his hand.) Hand hurts me slightly. (7Enfin, Enfin,º7) (7ce sont vos oignons ce sont vos oignonsº7). (To Cissy Caffrey.) Some trouble is on here. What is itº precisely?
(From her balcony waves her handkerchief|14, giving the sign of the heroine of Jericho14|.) |14Rahab.14| 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.)
(Elbowing through the crowd, plucks Stephen's sleeve vigorously.) Come now, professor, that carman is waiting.
(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.)
(Propping him.) Retain your own.
(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 butº humanº philirenists|s5,s5| notably the |14Czar tsar14| and the |14King king14| of England|14,14| have invented arbitration. (He taps his brow.) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.
BIDDY THE CLAP
Did you hear what the professor said? He's a professor out of the college.º
I did. I heard that.
BIDDY THE CLAP
He expresses himself with suchº marked refinement of phraseology.
|14Yes. Indeed, yes.14| And at the same time with such apposite trenchancy.
(Pulls himself free and comes forward.) What's that you're saying about my king?
(Edward the Seventh appears in an archway. He wears a white
jersey on which an image of the Sacred Heart is
with the insignia
of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark,
Skinner's and Probyn's horse, Lincoln's
bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of
He5| sucks a
red jujube. He
is robed as a
elect perfect and
mason with trowel and
marked made in Germany. In his left hand he holds a plasterer's
bucket on which is
roar of welcome greets him.5|)
(Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly.)
bucket in my hand. Cheerio,
(He turns to his subjects.) We have come
here to witness a clean straight fight and we |5heartily5| wish both men the best of good luck|14.14| |17Mahak makar a bakº.17|
(To Stephen.) Say it again.
(Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up.) I understand your point of view though I have no king myself |16for the moment16|. This is the age of patent medicinesº. A discussion is difficult down here. But this is the point. You die for your country(18. Suppose, suppose.º18) (He places his arm on |v5private Privatev5| Carr's sleeve.) Not that I wish it for you. But I say: Let my country die for me. Up to the present it has done so. I didn'tº want it to die. Damn death. Long live life!
EDWARD THE SEVENTH
My methods are new and are causing
To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes.
Kings and unicorns! (He falls back a pace.) Come
somewhere and we'll … What was that girl saying …?º
(To the privates, softly.) He doesn't know what he's saying. Takenº a little more than is good for him. |5Absinthe. Greeneyed Absinthe, the greeneyed5| monster. I know him. He's a gentleman, a poet. It's all right.
(Nods, smiling and laughing.)
Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.
I don't give a bugger who he is.
We don't give a bugger who he is.
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.)
(In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volantº 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!17|
(To Stephen.) Come home. You'll get into trouble.
BIDDY THE CLAP
One immediately observes that he is of patrician lineage.
Green above the red, says he. Wolfe Tone.
The red's as good as the
andv5| better. Up the soldiers! Up King Edward!
(Laughs.) Ay|16.!16| Hands up to |14de De14| Wet.
(With a huge emerald muffler and shillelagh, calls.)
May the God above
Send down a dove
With teeth as sharp as razors
To slit the throatsº
Of the English dogs
That hanged our Irish leaders.
THE CROPPY BOY
I bear no hate to a living
But I love my country beyond the king.
(|16Accompanied by two blackmasked assistants,16| advances withº gladstone bag which he opens.) Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg. Knife with which Voisin dismembered the wife of a compatriot and hid remains |14in a sheet14| in |14a the14| cellar|16, the unfortunate young female's throat being cut from ear to ear16|. Phial containing arsenic retrieved fromº body of Miss Barrowº which sent Seddon to the gallows.
|14(14||17He gives up the ghost.17| A violent erection of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his deathclothesº on to the cobblestones. Mrs Bellingham, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the Honourable Mrs |14Paget Butler Mervynº Talboys14| rush forward with their handkerchiefs to sop it up.)
near it myself. (He undoes the noose.) Rope which hanged the awful
rebel. Ten shillings a time. Asº suppliedº to Hisº Royal Highness. (He plunges his head into the gaping belly of the hanged and draws out
his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails.) My painful duty has now been done. God save the |14King king14|!
|17EDWARD THE SEVENTH
(Dances slowly, solemnly|a, rattling his bucketa|,º and sings with soft contentment.)
On coronation day, on coronation day,
O, won't we have a merry time,
Drinking whisky, beer and wine!17|
Here. What are you saying about my king?
(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|s5.s5| (He searches his pockets vaguely.) Gave it to someone.
Who wants your bleeding money?
(Tries to move off.) Will someoneº tell me where I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? |s5Ça se voit aussi à Paris Ça se voit aussi à Pariss5|. Not that I … But,º by Saint Patrick …!º
(The women's heads coalesce.
appears seated on a
the deathflower of
the potato blight on her breast14|.)
Aha! I know you |s5gammer., |17Gammer gammer17|!s5| Hamlet, revenge! The |14old14| sow that eats her farrow!
OLD GUMMY GRANNY
to and fro.)
king of Spain's daughter,
Strangers inº my
bad manners to
woe.) Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine! |14(She wails.) You met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand?14|
(Shrill.) Stop them from fighting!
Our men retreated.
(Tugging at his belt.) I'll wring the neck of any fuckerº says a word against my fucking king.
(Terrified.) He said nothing. Not a word. A pure misunderstanding.º
Go it, Harry. Do him one in the eye. He's a proBoerº.
Did I? When?
(Staggering past.) O, yes! Oº God, yes! O, make the kwawr a krowawr! O! Bo!
(Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice
cap with hackle plume and accoutrements, with epaulettesº , gilt chevrons and |v5sabretaches sabretacheº ,v5| his breast bright with medals, toes the line. |17He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of the knights templars.17|)
|16⇒ THE CITIZEN
Erin go bragh!º
(Major Tweedy and the Citizen exhibit to each other medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds. Both salute with fierce hostility.)º16|
I'll do him in.
(|v5Moves Wavesºv5| the crowd back.) Fair play, here. Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger.
(Massed bands blare Garryowen and God |14Save save14| the |14King king14|.)
They're going to fight. For me|14.!14|
The brave and the fair.
BIDDY THE CLAP
Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the best.
(Loosening his belt, shouts.) I'll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king.
(Shakes Cissy Caffrey's shoulders.) Speak, you! Are you struck dumb? You
are the link between nations and generations. Speak, woman, sacred lifegiverº!
(Alarmed, seizes |v5private Privatev5| Carr's sleeve.) Amn't I with you? Amn't I your girl? Cissy's your girl.º (She cries.) Police!
(Ecstatically, to Cissy Caffrey.)
White thy fambles, red thy gan
And thy quarrons dainty is.14|
fires spring up.
Dense clouds roll past. Heavy
Gatling guns boom.
Gallop of hoofs. Artillery. Hoarse
|14Bells clang. Backers
shout. Drunkards bawl.º Whores
valour. Shrieks of dying.
Pikes clash on
rob the slain.17|
|16Birds of prey, winging
from the sea, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming,
gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks,
eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. The midnight sun is darkened. The
earth trembles. The dead of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white
sheepskin overcoats and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many. A chasm
opens with a noiselessº yawn. Tom
Rochford, winner,º in
athlete's singlet and breeches, arrives at the head of the
hurdle handicap and leaps into the void. He is followed by a race of runners
and leapers. In wild attitudes they spring from the brink. Their bodies
|14Factory lasses with
fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs.
ladies lift their skirts above their heads to protect themselves. Laughing
witches in red cutty sarks ride through the air on broomsticks.17| Quakerlyster plasters blisters. It rains dragons'º teeth. Armed heroes spring up from furrows. They |17exchange in amity
the pass of knights of the red cross and17| fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Toneº against |aHenrya| Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The O'Donoghue of the Glens against The Glens of The O'Donoghueº.14| On an eminence|14, the centre of the earth,14| rises |14a the14| |v5fieldaltar field altarv5| |14of Saint Barbara14|. Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns. |14From the high (errbarbacans barbicansºerr) of the tower two shafts of light fall on the smokepalled altarstone.14| On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy|16, goddess of unreason,16| lies, naked, fettered, a chalice resting on her swollen belly. Father |14Malachi14| O'Flynn in a laceº petticoat and reversed chasuble, his |14two left14| feet back to the front, celebrates camp mass. The Reverend Mr Hugh C.º |14Haines14| Love M.A. in a plain cassock and mortarboard,º his head and collar back to the front, holds over the celebrant's head an open umbrella.)
FATHER |17MALACHI17| O'FLYNN
|5Introibo ad altare diaboli Introibo ad altare diaboli.5|
THE REVEREND MR |17HAINES17| LOVE
To the devil which hath made |5joyful glad5| my |14youth young days14|.
FATHER |17MALACHI17| O'FLYNN
(Takes from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host.) |7Corpus Corpus7| |v5meum |7Meum Meum7|v5|.
THE REVEREND MR |17HAINES17| LOVE
|17THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED
|17(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)
|16THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED
(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)
|16(In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green factions sing Kick the Pope and Daily, daily sing to Mary.)16|
(With ferocious articulation.) I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ|s5!s5| I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!
(The retriever|16,16| nosing on the fringe of the crowd|16,16| barks noisily.)º
OLD GUMMY GRANNY
(Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand.) Remove him, acushla.º |5At |148.30 a.m. 8.35 a.m.14| you will be in heaven and Ireland will be free. |17(She prays.) O good God, take him!17|5|
(Runs to Lynch.) Can't you get him away?
He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! (To Bloom.) Get him away, you. He won't listen to me.
(He drags Kitty away.)
(Points.) |14Exit Judas. Et laqueo se suspendit. Exit Judas. Et laqueo se suspendit.14|
(Runs to Stephen.) Come along with me now before worse |14happens14|. Here's your stick.
(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.
(Over Stephen's shoulder.) Yes, go. You see he's incapable.
(Breaks loose.) I'll insult him.
(He rushes towards Stephen, fistº outstretched, and strikes him in the face. Stephen totters, collapses, falls|v5,v5| stunned. He lies prone, his face to the sky|v5.,v5| his hat rolling to the wall. Bloom follows and picks it up.)
(Loudly.) Carbine in bucket! Cease fire! Salute!
(Barking furiously.) Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute.
What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under the influence(err.?ºerr) Let them go and fight the Boers!
Listen to who's talking! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? He gave him the coward's blow.
|16(They grab at each other's hair, claw at each other and spit.)16|
(Barking.) Wow wow wow.
(Shoves them back, loudly.) Get back, stand back!
(Twoº raincaped watch, tall, stand in the group.)
What's wrong here?
(With expectation.) Is he bleeding?º
(Rising from his knees.) No. Gone off. He'll come to all right.
(Glances sharply at the man.) Leave him to me. I can easily …
Who are you? Do you know him?
(Lurches towards the watch.) He insulted my lady friend.
(Angrily.) You hit him without provocation. I'm a witness. Constable, take his regimental number.
I don't want your instructions in the discharge of my duty.
(Pulling his comrade.) Here, bugger off,
shoveº you in the lockup.
(Takesº out his notebook.) What's his name?
(Peering over the crowd.) I just see a car there. If you give me a hand a second, sergeant …
Name and address.
(Corny Kelleher, weepers round his hat, |16a death wreath in his hand,16| appears among the bystanders.)
(Quickly.) O, the very man|14.!14| (He whispers.) Simon Dedalus' son. A bit sprung. Get those policemen to move those loafers back.
Night, Mr Kelleher.
(To the watch, with drawling eye.) That's all right. I know him. Won a bit on the races. Gold cup. |14Throwaway Throwawayº|17.17|14| (He laughs.) Twenty to one. Do you follow me?
(Turns to the crowd.) Here, what are you all gaping at?
Move on out of that.
(The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, down the lane.)
Leave it to me, sergeant. That'll be all right(18.18) (He laughs, shaking his head.) We were often as bad ourselves|16,16| ay or worse. What? Eh, what?
(Laughs.) I suppose so.
(Nudges the second watch.) Come and wipe your name off the slate. (He lilts|s5,s5| wagging his head.) With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. What, eh, do you follow me?
(Genially.) Ah, sure we were too.
(Winking.) Boys will be boys. I've a car round there.
All right, Mr Kelleher. Good night.
I'll see to that.
(Shakes hands with both of the watch in
you very much|5,
Thankº you. (He
confidentially.) We don't want any scandal, you understand. Father is a
highly respected citizen. Just a little wild oats, you understand.
O|v5.,v5| I understand, sir.
That's all right, sir.
It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.
(Nods rapidly.) Naturally. Quite right. Only your bounden duty.
It's our duty.
Good night, men.
(Saluting together.) Night, gentlemen.
(Theyº move off with slow heavy tread.)
(Blows.) Providential you came on the scene. You have a car …?º
(Laughs, pointing his thumb over his right shoulder
|14to the car brought up
Two commercials that were standing fizz in
princes, faith. One of them lost two quid on the race. Drowning his grief.
Andº were on for a
gov5| with the
girls. So I
landed them up on |v5Brophy's Behan'sv5| car and down to nighttown.
I was just going home by Gardiner street when I happened to …
(Laughs.) Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots. No, by God, says I|17,.17| |17my dancing days are done.17| 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,º what, eh, do you follow me? Hah, hah, hah!º
(Tries to laugh.) |16Ha He16|, he, he! Yes. Matter of fact I was just visiting an old friend of mine there, Virag, you don't know him (poor fellow,º he's laid up for the past week) and we had a |6liquour (7liqour liquor7)6| together and I was just making my way home …
(The horse neighs.)
Sure it was
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.)
specialityº. Will I give him a lift
Where does he hang out? Somewhere in Cabra, what?
No, in Sandycove, I believe, from what he let drop.
(Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars. Corny Kelleher,
asquint, drawls at the horse. Bloom,º in gloom, looms down.)
(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.
No, no, no. I have his money and his hat here and stick.
Good night. I'll just wait and take him along in a few …
(Corny Kelleher returns to the outside car and mounts it. The horseharnessº jingles.)
(From the car|14, standing14|.) Night.
(The jarvey chucks the reins and raises his whip
car and horse back slowly, awkwardly and
Kelleher on the sideseat sways his head to and fro in sign of mirth at
plight. The jarvey joins in the mute
merriment nodding from the farther seat. Bloom shakes his head in mute mirthful
reply. With thumb and palm Corny Kelleher reassures that the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be done. With a slow
nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what Stephen needs. The car jingles |14tooraloom14| round the corner of the |14tooraloom14| lane. Corny Kelleher again |14reassures reassuralooms14| with his hand. Bloom with his hand |14assures assuralooms14| Corny Kelleher that he is |14reassured reassuraloomtay14|. The tinkling hoofs and jingling harness grow fainter |14with their tooralooloo looloo |16ay lay16|14|. Bloom, holding in his hand Stephen's |5muddied hat hatº festooned with shavings5| and ashplant, stands irresolute. Then he bends to him and shakes him by the shoulder.)
Eh! Ho! (There is no answer. Heº bends again.) Mr Dedalus! (There is no answer.) The name if you call. (7Sonambulist Somnambulist7). (He bends again and, hesitating, brings his mouth near the face of the prostrate form.) Stephen! (There is no answer. He calls again.) Stephen!
(He turns on his left side, sighing, doubling himself together.)
Poetry. Well educated.
(He bends again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat.) To
breathe. (He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light
handº and fingers.) One pound
seven. Not hurt
(He listens.) What?º
(He stretches out his arms, sighs again and curls his body.
hat and ashplant,º 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.)
|5(Communes with the night.)5| Face reminds |5me5| 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.º |17|a(He murmurs.)a| … swear that I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts … (He murmurs.) … in the rough sands of the sea … a cabletow's length from the shore … where the tide ebbs … and flows …17|
(Silent, thoughtful, alert|s5,s5| he stands on guard|17, his fingers at his lips in the attitude of secret master17|. Against the dark wall a figure appears slowly, a |16fairy16| boy of eleven|16, a changeling, kidnapped,16| |17dressed17| in an Eton suit |17with glass shoes and a little bronze helmet17|, holding a book in his hand. He reads |16from right to left16| inaudibly, smiling|17, kissing the page17|.)
(Wonderstruck, calls inaudibly.) |5Rudy!5|
unseeing, in to Gazes unseeing
Bloom's eyes and goes on reading,
smiling. |17He has
a delicate mauve face. On his
he17| has diamond
and ruby buttons. |16In his free |alefta| hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a violet bowknot.16| A white lambkinº peeps out of his waistcoat pocket.)