"JOHN O'CONNELL
Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand. Field seventeen. House of Keys. Plot, one hundred and one" (U15.1248)
"Tom Rochford, robinredbreasted, in cap and breeches, jumps from his twocolumned machine.)

TOM ROCHFORD
(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." (U15.1259)

[Image courtesy of Eamonn Finn]
"Follow me up to Carlow." (U15.1263)

This later PC shows the Coal Market in Carlow. The song 'Follow Me up to Carlow' is a traditional tune (ca. 1500) with lyrics by Patrick Joseph McCall (1861 - 1919). It tells the story of the Battle of Glenmalure, one of the victories of the Irish over the English in the late 16c.
"(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 recedes. Bloom plodges forward again through the sump. Kisses chirp amid the rifts of fog. A piano sounds. He stands before a lighted house, listening. The kisses, winging from their bowers fly about him, twittering, warbling, cooing.)" (U15.1266)
"THE KISSES
(Warbling.) Leo! (Twittering.) Icky licky micky sticky for Leo! (Cooing.) Coo coocoo! Yummyyum, Womwom! (Warbling.) Big comebig! Pirouette! Leopopold! (Twittering.) Leeolee! (Warbling.) O Leo!

(They rustle, flutter upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.)

BLOOM
A man's touch. Sad music. Church music. Perhaps here." (U15.1271)
"(Zoe Higgins, a young whore in a sapphire slip, closed with three bronze buckles, a slim black velvet fillet round her throat, nods, trips down the steps and accosts him.)

ZOE
Are you looking for someone? He's inside with his friend.

BLOOM
Is this Mrs Mack's?

ZOE
No, eightyone. Mrs Cohen's. You might go farther and fare worse. Mother Slipperslapper. (Familiarly.)" (U15.1279)
"She's on the job herself tonight with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford. Working overtime but her luck's turned today. (Suspiciously.) You're not his father, are you?

BLOOM
Not I!

ZOE
You both in black. Has little mousey any tickles tonight?
(His skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach. A hand glides over his left thigh.)" (U15.1288)
"ZOE
How's the nuts?

BLOOM
Off side. Curiously they are on the right. Heavier, I suppose. One in a million my tailor, Mesias, says." (U15.1298)
"One in a million my tailor, Mesias, says.

ZOE
(In sudden alarm.) You've a hard chancre.

BLOOM
Not likely.

ZOE
I feel it." (U15.1301)
"(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.)

BLOOM
A talisman. Heirloom.

ZOE
For Zoe? For keeps? For being so nice, eh?" (U15.1309)
"(She puts the potato greedily into a pocket then links his arm, cuddling him with supple warmth. 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.)

ZOE
You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM
(Forlornly.) I never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to..." (U15.1314)
"ZOE
(Murmuring singsong with the music, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim.

BLOOM
(Fascinated.) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.

ZOE
And you know what thought did?
(She bites his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, 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.)" (U15.1331)
"Have you a swaggerroot?

BLOOM
(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." (U15.1347)
"Sir Walter Raleigh brought from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption," (U15.1356)
"the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will, understanding, all. That is to say he brought 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!" (U15.1358)
"(Prolonged applause. Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up. A streamer bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel spans the street." (U15.1398)
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