(Reflects precautiously.) That antiquated commode. It wasn't her weight. She scaled just eleven stone nine. She put on nine pounds after weaning. It was a crack and want of glue. Eh? And that absurd orangekeyed utensil which has only one handle."

"(The sound of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade.)


Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca."


(mingling their boughs) Listen. Whisper. She is right, our sister. We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. We gave shade on languorous summer days."


(in the background, in Irish National Forester's uniform, doffs his plumed hat) Prosper! Give shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland!"


(murmuring) Who came to Poulaphouca with the High School excursion? Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade?"

(U 15.3307)
(Scared.) High School of Poula? Mnemo? Not in full possession of faculties. Concussion. Run over by tram.

Sham!" (U15.3310)

(pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in nondescript juvenile grey and black striped suit, too small for him, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a red schoolcap with badge) I was in my teens, a growing boy. A little then sufficed, a jolting car, the mingling odours of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the throng penned tight on the old Royal stairs (for they love crushes, instinct of the herd, and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice), even a pricelist of their hosiery. And then the heat. There were sunspots that summer. End of school. And tipsycake. Halcyon days."

"(Halcyon Days, high school boys in blue and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Donald Turnbull, Master Abraham Chatterton, Master Owen Goldberg, Master Jack Meredith, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in a clearing of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom.)

Mackerel! Live us again. Hurray! (they cheer)" (U15.3325)

(Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered,"

"starred with spent snowballs, struggles to rise.) Again! I feel sixteen! What a lark! Let's ring all the bells in Montague street. (He cheers feebly.) Hurray for the High School!




(rustling) She is right, our sister. Whisper. (Whispered kisses are heard in all the wood. Faces of hamadryads peep out from the boles and among the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.) Who profaned our silent shade?"


(coyly, through parting fingers) There? In the open air?"


(sweeping downward) Sister, yes. And on our virgin sward."


Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca."


(With wide fingers.) O, infamy!"


I was precocious. Youth. The fauna. I sacrificed to the god of the forest. The flowers that bloom in the spring. It was pairing time. Capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon."

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