"BLOOM

Simply satisfying a need I... (With pathos.) No girl would when I went girling. Too ugly. They wouldn't play..."

(U15.3364)
"(High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants.)

THE NANNYGOAT

(Bleats.) Megeggaggegg! Nannannanny!"

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"(Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom, rolled in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the Lion's Head cliff into the purple waiting waters.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY

Bbbbblllllblblblblobschb!"

(U15.3377)
"(Far out in the bay between Bailey and Kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel towards the land.)"

(U15.3382)
"COUNCILLOR NANNETII

(alone on deck, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his hand in his waistcoat opening, declaims) When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. I have ...

BLOOM

Done. Prff!"

(U15.3385)

Image of Robert Emmett used by kind permission of Tim & Christine O'Neill.
"THE NYMPH

(Loftily.) We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either. We are stonecold and pure."

(U15.3391)
"We eat electric light. (She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in her mouth.) Spoke to me. Heard from behind. How then could you...?"

(U15.3393)
"BLOOM

(Pacing the heather abjectly.) O I have been a perfect pig."

(U15.3396)
"Enemas too I have administered. One third of a pint of quassia, to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt. Up the fundament."

(U15.3397)
"With Hamilton Long's syringe, the ladies' friend."

(U15.3399)
"THE NYMPH

In my presence. The powderpuff. (she blushes and makes a knee) And the rest!

BLOOM

(dejected) Yes. Peccavi!"

(U15.3401)
"I have paid homage on that living altar where the back changes name. (with sudden fervour) For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, the hand that rules ...?

(Figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the treestems, cooeeing)

THE VOICE OF KITTY

(in the thicket) Show us one of them cushions.

THE VOICE OF FLORRY

Here."

(U15.3405)
"(A grouse wings clumsily through the underwood.)"

(U15.3414)
"THE VOICE OF LYNCH

(In the thicket.) Whew! Piping hot!

THE VOICE OF ZOE

(In the thicket.) Came from a hot place.

THE VOICE OF VIRAG

(A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his assegai, striding through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.) Hot! Hot! Ware Sitting Bull!"

(U15.3415)
"BLOOM

It overpowers me. The warm impress of her warm form. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially with divaricated thighs, as though to grant the last favours, most especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. So womanly, full. It fills me full."

(U15.3423)
"THE WATERFALL

Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca."

(U15.3428)
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