"(he turns to a figure in the crowd, appealing) Hynes, may I speak to you? You know me. That three shillings you can keep. If you want a little more .....
HYNES
(coldly) You are a perfect stranger."
(U15.1193)
HYNES
(coldly) You are a perfect stranger."
(U15.1193)
"SECOND WATCH
(points to the corner) The bomb is here.
FIRST WATCH
Infernal machine with a time fuse.
BLOOM
No, no. Pig's feet. I was at a funeral.
FIRST WATCH
(draws his truncheon) Liar!"
(U15.1196)
(points to the corner) The bomb is here.
FIRST WATCH
Infernal machine with a time fuse.
BLOOM
No, no. Pig's feet. I was at a funeral.
FIRST WATCH
(draws his truncheon) Liar!"
(U15.1196)
"(The beagle lifts his snout, showing the grey scorbutic face of Paddy Dignam. He has gnawed all. He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath. He grows to human size and shape. His dachshund coat becomes a brown mortuary habit His green eye flashes bloodshot Half of one ear, all the nose and both thumbs are ghouleaten.)"
(U15.1204)
(U15.1204)
"PADDY DIGNAM
(in a hollow voice) It is true. It was my funeral. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes."
(U15.1209)
(in a hollow voice) It is true. It was my funeral. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes."
(U15.1209)
"(He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.)
BLOOM
(in triumph) You hear?
PADDY DIGNAM
Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. List, list, O list!"
(U15.1213)
BLOOM
(in triumph) You hear?
PADDY DIGNAM
Bloom, I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. List, list, O list!"
(U15.1213)
"BLOOM
The voice is the voice of Esau.
SECOND WATCH
(blesses himself) How is that possible?
FIRST WATCH
It is not in the penny catechism.
PADDY DIGNAM
By metempsychosis. Spooks.
A VOICE
O rocks."
(U15.1219)
The voice is the voice of Esau.
SECOND WATCH
(blesses himself) How is that possible?
FIRST WATCH
It is not in the penny catechism.
PADDY DIGNAM
By metempsychosis. Spooks.
A VOICE
O rocks."
(U15.1219)
"PADDY DIGNAM
(earnestly) Once I was in the employ of Mr J. H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk. Now I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. Hard lines. The poor wife was awfully cut up. How is she bearing it? Keep her off that bottle of sherry. (he looks round him) A lamp. I must satisfy an animal need. That buttermilk didn't agree with me.
(The portly figure of John O'Connell, caretaker, stands forth, holding a bunch of keys tied with crape. Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding sleepily a staff of twisted poppies.)"
(U15.1229)
(earnestly) Once I was in the employ of Mr J. H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk. Now I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. Hard lines. The poor wife was awfully cut up. How is she bearing it? Keep her off that bottle of sherry. (he looks round him) A lamp. I must satisfy an animal need. That buttermilk didn't agree with me.
(The portly figure of John O'Connell, caretaker, stands forth, holding a bunch of keys tied with crape. Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding sleepily a staff of twisted poppies.)"
(U15.1229)
"FATHER COFFEY
(yawns, then chants with a hoarse croak) Namine. Jacobs. Vobiscuits. Amen"
(U15.1240)
(yawns, then chants with a hoarse croak) Namine. Jacobs. Vobiscuits. Amen"
(U15.1240)
"JOHN O'CONNELL
(Foghorns stormily through his megaphone.) Dignam, Patrick T, deceased.
PADDY DIGNAM
(With pricked up ears, winces.) Overtones. (He wriggles forward and places an ear to the ground.) My masters' voice!"
(U15.1243)
(Foghorns stormily through his megaphone.) Dignam, Patrick T, deceased.
PADDY DIGNAM
(With pricked up ears, winces.) Overtones. (He wriggles forward and places an ear to the ground.) My masters' voice!"
(U15.1243)
"JOHN O'CONNELL
Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand. Field seventeen. House of Keys. Plot, one hundred and one"
(U15.1248)
Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand. Field seventeen. House of Keys. Plot, one hundred and one"
(U15.1248)
"(Paddy Dignam listens with visible effort, thinking, his tail
stiffpointed, his ears cocked.)
PADDY DIGNAM
Pray for the repose of his soul.
(He worms down through a coalhole, his brown habit trailing its tether over rattling pebbles. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a grey carapace. Dignam's voice, muffled, is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below."
(U15.1251)
stiffpointed, his ears cocked.)
PADDY DIGNAM
Pray for the repose of his soul.
(He worms down through a coalhole, his brown habit trailing its tether over rattling pebbles. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a grey carapace. Dignam's voice, muffled, is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below."
(U15.1251)
"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]
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)
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, an Irish victory over the English in late 16c.
(U15.1263)
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, an Irish victory over the English in 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)
(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)
(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)
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)