"Dwarfs ride them, rustyarmoured, leaping, leaping in their, in their saddles."
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"Last in a drizzle of rain on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, Cock of the North,"
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"the favourite, honey cap, green jacket, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, gripping the reins, a hockeystick at the ready. His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.)
THE ORANGE LODGES
(jeering) Get down and push, mister. Last lap! You'll be home the night!
GARRETT DEASY
(bolt upright, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing in the prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop) Per vias rectas!" (U15.3980)
THE ORANGE LODGES
(jeering) Get down and push, mister. Last lap! You'll be home the night!
GARRETT DEASY
(bolt upright, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing in the prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop) Per vias rectas!" (U15.3980)
"(A yoke of buckets leopards all over him and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes.)
THE GREEN LODGES
Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!
(Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows, singing in discord.)"
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THE GREEN LODGES
Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!
(Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows, singing in discord.)"
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"STEPHEN
Hark! Our friend noise in the street!
ZOE
(Holds up her hand.) Stop!
PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY
Yet I've a sort of a
Yorkshire relish for... "
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Hark! Our friend noise in the street!
ZOE
(Holds up her hand.) Stop!
PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY
Yet I've a sort of a
Yorkshire relish for... "
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"ZOE
That's me. (She claps her hands.) Dance! Dance! (She runs to the pianola.) Who has twopence?
BLOOM
Who'll...?
LYNCH
(Handing her coins.) Here.
STEPHEN
(Cracking his fingers impatiently.) Quick! Quick! Where's my augur's rod? (He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant, beating his foot in tripudium.)"
(U15.4004)
That's me. (She claps her hands.) Dance! Dance! (She runs to the pianola.) Who has twopence?
BLOOM
Who'll...?
LYNCH
(Handing her coins.) Here.
STEPHEN
(Cracking his fingers impatiently.) Quick! Quick! Where's my augur's rod? (He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant, beating his foot in tripudium.)"
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"ZOE
(Turns the drumhandle.) There.
(She drops two pennies in the slot. Gold, pink and violet lights start forth. The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz.
Professor Goodwin, in a bowknotted periwig, in court dress, wearing a stained Inverness cape, bent in two from incredible age, totters across the room, his hands fluttering. He sits tinily on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, his bowknot bobbing)" (U15.4014)
(Turns the drumhandle.) There.
(She drops two pennies in the slot. Gold, pink and violet lights start forth. The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz.
Professor Goodwin, in a bowknotted periwig, in court dress, wearing a stained Inverness cape, bent in two from incredible age, totters across the room, his hands fluttering. He sits tinily on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, his bowknot bobbing)" (U15.4014)
"ZOE
(twirls round herself, heeltapping) Dance. Anybody here for there? Who'll dance? Clear the table.
(The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl."
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(twirls round herself, heeltapping) Dance. Anybody here for there? Who'll dance? Clear the table.
(The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl."
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"Stephen, arming Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to waltz her around the room. Bloom stands aside. Her sleeve falling from gracing arms reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination. Between the curtains, Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins a silk hat. With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in."
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"He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a gorget of cream tulle, a green lowcut waistcoat, stock collar with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. In his buttonhole is an immense dahlia. He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane, then wedges it tight in his oxter. He places a hand limply on his breastbone, bows, and fondles his flower and buttons.)
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"MAGINNI
The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levinstone's. Fancy dress balls arranged. Deportment. The Katty Lanner step. So. Watch me! My terpsichorean abilities. (He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee's feet.) Tout le monde an avant! Reverence! Tout le monde en place!
(The prelude ceases. Professor Goodwin, beating vague arms shrivels, sinks, his live cape filling about the waltz time sounds. Stephen and Zoe circle freely. The lights change, glow, fade gold rosy violet.)
THE PIANOLA
Two young fellows were talking about their girls, girls, girls,
Sweethearts they'd left behind ......"
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The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levinstone's. Fancy dress balls arranged. Deportment. The Katty Lanner step. So. Watch me! My terpsichorean abilities. (He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee's feet.) Tout le monde an avant! Reverence! Tout le monde en place!
(The prelude ceases. Professor Goodwin, beating vague arms shrivels, sinks, his live cape filling about the waltz time sounds. Stephen and Zoe circle freely. The lights change, glow, fade gold rosy violet.)
THE PIANOLA
Two young fellows were talking about their girls, girls, girls,
Sweethearts they'd left behind ......"
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"(From a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in girlish blue, waspwaisted, with innocent hands. Nimbly they dance, twirling their skipping ropes."
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"The hours of noon follow in amber gold. Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing they catch the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.)
MAGINNI
(clipclaps glovesilent hands) Carré! Avant deux! Breathe evenly! Balancé!"
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MAGINNI
(clipclaps glovesilent hands) Carré! Avant deux! Breathe evenly! Balancé!"
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"(The morning and noon hours waltz in their places, turning, advancing to each other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis. Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms, with hands descending to, touching, rising from their shoulders.)
HOURS
You may touch my.
CAVALIERS
May I touch your?
HOURS
O, but lightly!
CAVALIERS
O, so lightly!"
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HOURS
You may touch my.
CAVALIERS
May I touch your?
HOURS
O, but lightly!
CAVALIERS
O, so lightly!"
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"THE PIANOLA
My little shy little lass has a waist.
(Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing. The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom. They are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the landbreeze.)
MAGINNI
Avant huit! Traversé! Salut! Cours de mains! Croisé!
(The night hours, one by one, steal to the last place. Morning, noon and twilight hours retreat before them. They are masked, with daggered hair and bracelets of dull bells. Weary they curchycurchy under veils.)"
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My little shy little lass has a waist.
(Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing. The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom. They are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the landbreeze.)
MAGINNI
Avant huit! Traversé! Salut! Cours de mains! Croisé!
(The night hours, one by one, steal to the last place. Morning, noon and twilight hours retreat before them. They are masked, with daggered hair and bracelets of dull bells. Weary they curchycurchy under veils.)"
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"THE BRACELETS
Heigho! Heigho!
ZOE
(twirling, her hand to her brow) O!"
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Heigho! Heigho!
ZOE
(twirling, her hand to her brow) O!"
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