"(The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green will-o'-the-wisps and danger signals. Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fans."
(U15.1)
This PC shows the entrance of nighttown in Casablanca, Morocco.
(U15.1)
This PC shows the entrance of nighttown in Casablanca, Morocco.
"Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble.
They grab wafers between which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. Sucking, they scatter slowly, children. The swancomb of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the murk, white and blue under a lighthouse. Whistles call and answer.)"
(U15.4)
They grab wafers between which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. Sucking, they scatter slowly, children. The swancomb of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the murk, white and blue under a lighthouse. Whistles call and answer.)"
(U15.4)
"(A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, shaken in Saint Vitus' dance. A chain of children's hands imprisons him.)
THE CHILDREN
Kithogue! Salute!
THE IDIOT
(Lifts a palsied left arm and gurgles.) Ghahute!" (U15.14)
THE CHILDREN
Kithogue! Salute!
THE IDIOT
(Lifts a palsied left arm and gurgles.) Ghahute!" (U15.14)
"THE IDIOT
(gobbling) Ghaghahest.
(They release him. He jerks on. A pigmy woman swings on a rope slung between two railings, counting. A form sprawled against a dustbin] and muffled by its arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and snores again."
(U15.23)
(gobbling) Ghaghahest.
(They release him. He jerks on. A pigmy woman swings on a rope slung between two railings, counting. A form sprawled against a dustbin] and muffled by its arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and snores again."
(U15.23)
"crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones. A crone standing by with a smoky oillamp rams her 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, swaying her lamp. A bandy child, asquat on the doorstep with a paper shuttlecock, crawls sidling after her in spurts, clutches her skirt, scrambles up." (15.29)
"At a comer two night watch in shouldercapes, their hands upon their staffholsters, loom tall. A plate crashes: a woman screams: a child wails. Oaths of a man roar, mutter, cease. Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens." (U15.36)
"In a room lit by a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tats from the hair of a scrofulous child. Cissy Caffrey's voice, still young, sings shrill from a lane.)
CISSY CAFFREY
I gave it to Molly
Because she was jolly,
The leg of the duck,
The leg of the duck."
(U15.39)
CISSY CAFFREY
I gave it to Molly
Because she was jolly,
The leg of the duck,
The leg of the duck."
(U15.39)
"More luck to me. Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet. (she sings)
I gave it to Nelly
To stick in her belly,
The leg of the duck,
The leg of the duck."
(U15.55)
I gave it to Nelly
To stick in her belly,
The leg of the duck,
The leg of the duck."
(U15.55)
"(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 and Lynch pass through the crowd close to the redcoats.)"
(U15.60)
(U15.60)
"PRIVATE COMPTON
(Jerks his finger.) Way for the parson.
PRIVATE CARR
(Turns and calls.) What ho, parson!"
(U15.64)"
(Jerks his finger.) Way for the parson.
PRIVATE CARR
(Turns and calls.) What ho, parson!"
(U15.64)"
"CISSY CAFFREY
(her voice soaring higher)
She has it, she got it,
Wherever she put it,
The leg of the duck." (U15.68)
(her voice soaring higher)
She has it, she got it,
Wherever she put it,
The leg of the duck." (U15.68)