"(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).
"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)
"(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)
"A drunken navvy grips with both hands the railings of an area, lurching heavily." (U15.35)
"(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)
"PRIVATE COMPTON
(Jerks his finger.) Way for the parson.

PRIVATE CARR
(Turns and calls.) What ho, parson!" (U15.64)"
"THE BAWD
(Her voice whispering huskily.) Sst! Come here till I tell you. Maidenhead inside. Sst!

STEPHEN
(Altius aliquantulum.) Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista." (U15.80)
"STEPHEN
We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love.

LYNCH
Ba! " (U15.110)
"STEPHEN
Anyway, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug? This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread and wine in Omar. Hold my stick.

LYNCH
Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?" (U15.115)
"STEPHEN
Lecherous lynx, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam.

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

LYNCH
Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the customhouse. Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk." (U15.121)
"(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." (U15.131)
"The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot." (U15.134)
"Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset." (U15.136)
"Snakes of river fog creep slowly. From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes. A glow leaps in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the river. The navvy staggering forward cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding. On the farther side under the railway bridge Bloom appears, flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket." (U15.138)
"From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image." (U15.143)
"A concave mirror at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom." (U15.145)
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