"the strains of the organtoned melodeon Britanniametalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a sacrifice, greatest bargain ever...)"

"(Renewed laughter. He mumbles incoherently. Reporters complain that they cannot hear.)


(without looking up from their notebooks) Loosen his boots.


(from the presstable, coughs and calls) Cough it up, man. Get it out in bits."

"(The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and the bucket. A large bucket. Bloom himself. Bowel trouble. In Beaver street Gripe, yes. Quite bad. A plasterer's bucket. By walking stifflegged. Suffered untold misery. Deadly agony. About noon. Love or burgundy. Yes, some spinach. Crucial moment. He did not look in the bucket Nobody. Rather a mess. Not completely."

"A Titbits back number. Uproar and catcalls. Bloom in a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash, dinged silk hat sideways on his head, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose, talks inaudibly.)"


(In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a voice of pained protest.) This is no place for indecent levity at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. We are not in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice."


[Note: this is not J.J. O'Molloy]
"My client is an infant, a poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as a stowaway and is now trying to turn an honest penny."

"The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place, the land of the Pharaoh."

"Prima facie, I put it to you that there was no attempt at carnally knowing. Intimacy did not occur and the offense complained of by Driscoll, that her virtue was solicited, was not repeated. I would deal in especial with atavism."

"There have been cases of shipwreck and somnambulism in my client's family."

"If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold -- one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. He himself, my lord, is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest. His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions. Not all there, in fact.


(Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in lascar's vest and trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his tiny mole's eyes and looks about him dazedly, passing a slow hand across his forehead. Then he hitches his belt sailor fashion"

"and with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court, pointing one thumb heavenward.)
Him makee velly muchee fine night. (he begins to lilt simply)
Li li poo lil chile
Blingee pigfoot evly night
Payee two shilly ....

(He is howled down.)"


(Hotly to the populace.) This is a lonehand fight. By Hades, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion" (U15.966)
"by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. The Mosaic code has superseded the law of the jungle." (U15.96)
"I say it and I say it emphatically, without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice, accused was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered with." (U15.970)
"or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. He wants to go straight. I regard him as the whitest man I know. He is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor, slides of which will now be shown. (To Bloom.) I suggest that you will do the handsome thing.


A penny in the pound.

(The image of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the walL Moses Dlugacz, ferret eyed albino, in blue dungarees, stands up in the gallery, holding in each hand an orange citron and a pork kidney.)"

... from the title of a play by Walter Melville, first produced at the Standard Theatre October 1st 1906.
Circe Pages: