"(The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a doorway.)"
(U15.78)
(U15.78)
"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)
(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)
THE BAWD
(spits in their trail her jet of venom) Trinity medicals. Fallopian tube. All prick and no pence.
(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with Bertha Supple, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)
(U15.85)
(spits in their trail her jet of venom) Trinity medicals. Fallopian tube. All prick and no pence.
(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with Bertha Supple, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)
(U15.85)
"EDY BOARDMAN
(bickering) And says the one: I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his cometobed hat. Did you, says I. That's not for you to say, says I. You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The likes of her! Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the enginedriver, and lancecorporal Oliphant.
STEPHEN
(triumphaliter) Salvi facti sunt.
(He flourishes his ashplant, shivering the lamp image, shattering light over the world."
(U15.90)
(bickering) And says the one: I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his cometobed hat. Did you, says I. That's not for you to say, says I. You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The likes of her! Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the enginedriver, and lancecorporal Oliphant.
STEPHEN
(triumphaliter) Salvi facti sunt.
(He flourishes his ashplant, shivering the lamp image, shattering light over the world."
(U15.90)
"A liver and white spaniel on the prowl slinks after him, growling. Lynch scares it with a kick.)
LYNCH
So that?
STEPHEN
(looks behind) So that gesture, not music not odour, would be a universal language, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy, the structural rhythm.
LYNCH
Pornosophical philotheology. Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!"
(U15.100)
LYNCH
So that?
STEPHEN
(looks behind) So that gesture, not music not odour, would be a universal language, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy, the structural rhythm.
LYNCH
Pornosophical philotheology. Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!"
(U15.100)
"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)
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)
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.)" (U15.121)
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.)" (U15.121)
"LYNCH
Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the customhouse. Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk." (U15.128)
Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the customhouse. Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk." (U15.128)
"(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)
(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)
(U15.134)
"Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset."
(U15.136)
(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)
(U15.138)
"From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image."
(U15.143)
(U15.143)
"A concave mirror at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom."
(U15.145)
(U15.145)
"Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom."
(U15.146)
(U15.146)