(smites his thigh in abundant laughter) Hold him now.


(caressing on his breast a severed female head, murmurs) Thine heart, mine love."

"(he plucks his lutestrings) When first I saw...


(sloughing his skins, his multitudinous plumage moulting) Rats! (he yawns, showing a coalblack throat, and closes his jaws by an upward push of his parchmentroll) After having said which I took my departure. Farewell. Fare thee well. Dreck!"

"(Henry Flower combs his moustache and beard rapidly with a pocketcomb and gives a cow's lick to his hair. Steered by his rapier, he glides to the door, his wild harp slung behind him. Virag reaches the door in two ungainly stilthops, his tail cocked,"

"and deftly claps sideways on the wall a pusyellow flybill,"

"butting it with his head."


K.11. Post No Bills. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks.


All is lost now."

"(Virag unscrews his head in a trice and holds it under his arm)



(Exeunt severally.)


(over his shoulder to Zoe) You would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error."

"But beware Antisthenes, the dog sage, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. The agony in the closet.


All one and the same God to her.


(devoutly) And sovereign Lord of all things.


(to Stephen) I'm sure you're a spoiled priest. Or a monk."


He is. A cardinal's son.


Cardinal sin. Monks of the screw.

His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, primate of all Ireland, appears in the doorway, dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks. Seven dwarf simian acolytes, also in red, cardinal sins, uphold his train,"


Conservio lies captured
1He lies in the lowest dungeon
With manacles and chains around his limbs
Weighing upwards of three tons."

"O, the poor little fellow
Hihihihihis legs they were yellow
He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a snake
But some bloody savage
To graize his white cabbage
He murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake."

"(A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe. He scratches himself with crossed arms at his ribs, grimacing, and exclaims:)"

"I'm suffering the agony of the damned. By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous. If they were they'd walk me off the face of the bloody globe." (U15.2679)
"(His head aslant, he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers, imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying his hat from side to side, shrinking quickly to the size of his trainbearers. The dwarf acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, easterkissing, zigzag behind him. His voice is heard mellow from afar, merciful male, melodious.)
Shall carry my heart to thee,
Shall carry my heart to thee,
And the breath of the balmy night
Shall carry my heart to thee!

(The trick doorhandle turns.)




The devil is in that door."

"(A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard taking the waterproof and hat from the rack. Bloom starts forward involuntarily and, half closing the door as he passes, takes the chocolate from his pocket and offers it nervously to Zoe.)"


(sniffs his hair briskly) Hmmm! Thank your mother for the rabbits. I'm very fond of what I like."

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