"(The figure of Bella Cohen stands before him.)

BELLA
You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM
(Composed, regards her.) Passée. Mutton dressed as lamb. Long in the tooth and superfluous hairs. A raw onion the last thing at night would benefit your complexion." (U15.3479)


[Note: this is not a photo of Bella Cohen]
"And take some double chin drill. Your eyes are as vapid as the glass eyes of your stuffed fox. They have the dimensions of your other features, that's all. I'm not a triple screw propeller." (U15.3485)

An ad to cure a double chin from Pearson's Magazine (1905)
"BELLA
(Contemptuously.) You're not game, in fact. (Her sowcunt barks.) Fbhracht!

BLOOM
(Contemptuously.) Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself.

BELLA
I know you, canvasser! Dead cod!

BLOOM
I saw him, kipkeeper! Pox and gleet vendor!" (U15.3488)
"BELLA
(Turns to the piano.) Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul?

ZOE
Me. Mind your cornflowers." (U15.3499)
"(She darts to the piano and bangs chords on it with crossed arms.) The cat's ramble through the slag. (She glances back.) Eh? Who's making love to my sweeties? (She darts back to the table.) What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

(Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the silver paper. Bloom approaches Zoe.)" (U15.3502)
"BLOOM
(Gently.) Give me back that potato, will you?

ZOE
Forfeits, a fine thing and a superfine thing.

BLOOM
(With feeling.) It is nothing, but still a relic of poor mamma.

ZOE
Give a thing and take it back
God'll ask you where is that
You'll say you don't know
God'll send you down below." (U15.3508)
"BLOOM

There is a memory attached to it. I should like to have it.

STEPHEN

To have or not to have, that is the question.

ZOE

Here. (She hauls up a reef of her slip, revealing her bare thigh, and unrolls the potato from the top of her stocking.) Those that hides knows where to find."

(U15.3519)
"(Bella goes to the table to count the money while Stephen talks to himself in monosyllables. Zoe bends over the table. Kitty leans over Zoe's neck. Lynch gets up, rights his cap and, clasping Kitty's waist, adds his head to the group.)" (U15.3548)
ZOE

(lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the top of her stocking) Hard earned on the flat of my back.

LYNCH

(lifting Kitty from the table) Come!

KITTY

Wait. (she clutches the two crowns)

FLORRY

And me?

LYNCH

Hoopla!

(He lifts her, carries her and bumps her down on the sofa.)"

(U15.3564)
"STEPHEN

The fox crew, the cocks flew,
The bells in heaven
Were striking eleven.
'Tis time for her poor soul
To get out of heaven..

(U15.3576)
"STEPHEN

How is that? Le distrait or absentminded beggar. (He fumbles again in his pocket and draws out a handful of coins. An object falls.) That fell.."

(U15.3593)
BLOOM

(stooping, picks up and hands a box of matches) This.

STEPHEN

Lucifer. Thanks."

(U15.3596)
"BLOOM

(quietly) You had better hand over that cash to me to take care of. Why pay more?

STEPHEN

(hands him all his coins) Be just before you are generous.

BLOOM

I will but is it wise? (he counts) One, seven, eleven, and five. Six. Eleven. I don't answer for what you may have lost."

(U17.3600)
"STEPHEN

Why striking eleven? Proparoxyton. Moment before the next Lessing says. Thirsty fox. (He laughs loudly.) Burying his grandmother. Probably he killed her.

BLOOM

That is one pound six and eleven. One pound seven, say.

STEPHEN

Doesn't matter a rambling damn.

BLOOM

No, but....

STEPHEN

(comes to the table) Cigarette, please. (Lynch tosses a cigarette from the sofa to the table)."

(U15.3608)
"And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married. (A cigarette appears on the table. Stephen looks at it.) Wonder. Parlour magic. Married. Hm."

(U15.3620)
"(He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.)

LYNCH

(Watching him.) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

STEPHEN

(Brings the match nearer his eye.) Ly/nx eye. Must get glasses. Broke them yesterday. Sixteen years ago. Distance. The eye sees all flat. (He draws the match away. It goes out.) Brain thinks. Near: far. Ineluctable modality of the visible. (He frowns mysteriously.) Hm. Sphinx. The beast that has two backs at midnight. Married."

(U15.3622)
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