" If I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later 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."
(U15.645)
(U15.645)
"(He gazes ahead reading on the wall a scrawled chalk legend Wet Dream and a phallic design.) Odd! Molly drawing on the frosted carriagepane at Kingstown. What's that like?"
(U15.649)
(U15.649)
"(Gaudy dollwomen loll in the lighted doorways, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes."
(U15.651)
(U15.651)
"The odour of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in slow round ovalling wreaths.)
THE WREATHS
Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin.
BLOOM
My spine's a bit limp. Go or turn? And this food? Eat it and get all pigsticky. Absurd I am. Waste of money. One and eightpence too much. (The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hand, wagging his tail.) Strange how they take to me. Even that brute today."
(U15.652)
THE WREATHS
Sweet are the sweets. Sweets of sin.
BLOOM
My spine's a bit limp. Go or turn? And this food? Eat it and get all pigsticky. Absurd I am. Waste of money. One and eightpence too much. (The retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hand, wagging his tail.) Strange how they take to me. Even that brute today."
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"Better speak to him first. Like women they like rencontres. Stinks like a polecat. Chacun son gout. He might be mad. Dogdays. Uncertain in his movements. Good ellow! Fido! Good fellow! Garryowen! (The wolfdog 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,"
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(U15.660)
"dogged by the setter into a dark stalestunk corner. He unrolls one parcel and goes to dump the crubeen softly but holds back and feels the trotter.)"
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(U15.667)
"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 the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide."
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(With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide."
(U15.669)
"The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones."
(U15.672)
(U15.672)
"Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant. They murmur together.)
THE WATCH
Bloom. Of Bloom. For Bloom. Bloom.
(Each lays hand on Bloom's shoulder.)"
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THE WATCH
Bloom. Of Bloom. For Bloom. Bloom.
(Each lays hand on Bloom's shoulder.)"
(U15.674)
"FIRST WATCH
Caught in the act."
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Caught in the act."
(U15.679)
"Commit no nuisance.
BLOOM
(Stammers.) I am doing good to others."
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BLOOM
(Stammers.) I am doing good to others."
(U15.680)
"(A covey of gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their beaks.)
THE GULLS
Kaw kave kankury kake." (U15.683)
THE GULLS
Kaw kave kankury kake." (U15.683)
"BLOOM
The friend of man. Trained by kindness.
(He points. Bob Doran, toppling from a high barstool, sways over the munching spaniel.)"
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The friend of man. Trained by kindness.
(He points. Bob Doran, toppling from a high barstool, sways over the munching spaniel.)"
(U15.689)
"BOB DORAN
Towser. Give us the paw. Give the paw.
(The bulldog growls, his scruff standing, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. Bob Doran falls silently into an area.)
SECOND WATCH
Prevention of cruelty to animals."
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Towser. Give us the paw. Give the paw.
(The bulldog growls, his scruff standing, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. Bob Doran falls silently into an area.)
SECOND WATCH
Prevention of cruelty to animals."
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"BLOOM
(enthusiastically) A noble work! I scolded that tramdriver on Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab. Bad French I got for my pains. Of course it was frosty and the last tram. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.
(Signor Maffei, passionpale, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs in his shirtfront, steps forward, holding a circus paperhoop, a curling carriagewhip and a revolver with which he covers the gorging boarhound.)"
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(enthusiastically) A noble work! I scolded that tramdriver on Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab. Bad French I got for my pains. Of course it was frosty and the last tram. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.
(Signor Maffei, passionpale, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs in his shirtfront, steps forward, holding a circus paperhoop, a curling carriagewhip and a revolver with which he covers the gorging boarhound.)"
(U15.698)
"SIGNOR MAFFEI
(With a sinister smile.) Ladies and gentlemen, my educated greyhound."
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(With a sinister smile.) Ladies and gentlemen, my educated greyhound."
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