(extends his hand to her smiling and chants to the air of the bloodoath in The Dusk of the Gods)
Macht uns alle kaputt.
(tragically) Hamlet, I am thy father's gimlet!"
Sheet lightning courage. The youth who could not shiver and shake. (To Zoe.) Who taught you palmistry?
(turns) Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. (to Stephen) I see it in your face. The eye, like that. (she frowns with lowered head)"
(Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.) Like that. Pandy bat.
(Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the coffin of the pianola flies open, the bald little round jack-in-the-box head of Father Dolan springs up.)"
Any boy want flogging? Broke his glasses? Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eye."
DON JOHN CONMEE
Now, Father Dolan! Now. I'm sure that Stephen is a very good little boy!"
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(Examining Stephen's palm.) Woman's hand.
(Murmurs.) Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress. I never could read His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the haddock."
What day were you born?
Thursday's child has far to go. (She traces lines on his hand.) Line of fate. Influential friends.
Mount of the moon. You'll meet with a .... (she peers at his hands abruptly) I won't tell you what's not good for you. Or do you want to know?"
(Detaches her fingers and offers his palm.) More harm than good. Here. Read mine.
Show. (She turns up Bloom's hand.) I thought so. Knobby knuckles for the women.
(Peering at Bloom's palm.) Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and marry money.
Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook. (She sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off.)
(points to his hand) That weal there is an accident. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen.
I see, says the blind man. Tell us news."
See? Moves to one great goal. I am twentytwo. Sixteen years ago he was twentytwo too. Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. Twentytwo years ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. (He winces.) Hurt my hand somewhere. Must see a dentist. Money?
(Zoe whispers to Florry. They giggle. Bloom releases his hand and writes idly on the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.)"
Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?"
(sated, smiles) Plucking a turkey.
A good night's work.
(holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, winks) Blazes Kate! Up to sample or your money back. (he holds out a forefinger) Smell that."
(Smells gleefully.) Ah! Lobster and mayonnaise. Ah!
ZOE AND FLORRY
(Laugh together.) Ha ha ha ha."