CIRCE
"STEPHEN
Why striking eleven? Proparoxyton. Moment before the next Lessing says. Thirsty fox. (He laughs loudly.) Burying his grandmother. Probably he killed her.
BLOOM
That is one pound six and eleven. One pound seven, say.
STEPHEN
Doesn't matter a rambling damn.
BLOOM
No, but....
STEPHEN
(comes to the table) Cigarette, please. (Lynch tosses a cigarette from the sofa to the table)."
(U15.3608)
