"(She takes his hand.) Blue eyes beauty I'll read your hand. (She points to his forehead.) No wit, no wrinkles. (She counts.) Two, three, Mars, that's courage. (Stephen shakes his head.) No kid." (U15.3655)
"LYNCH
Sheet lightning courage. The youth who could not shiver and shake. (To Zoe.) Who taught you palmistry?
ZOE
(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)" (U15.3659)
Sheet lightning courage. The youth who could not shiver and shake. (To Zoe.) Who taught you palmistry?
ZOE
(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)" (U15.3659)
"LYNCH
(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.)" (U15.3665)
(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.)" (U15.3665)
"FATHER DOLAN
Any boy want flogging? Broke his glasses? Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eye." (U15.3670)
Any boy want flogging? Broke his glasses? Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eye." (U15.3670)
"(Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the head of Don John Conmee rises from the pianola coffin.)
DON JOHN CONMEE
Now, Father Dolan! Now. I'm sure that Stephen is a very good little boy!" (U15.3673)
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DON JOHN CONMEE
Now, Father Dolan! Now. I'm sure that Stephen is a very good little boy!" (U15.3673)
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"ZOE
(Examining Stephen's palm.) Woman's hand.
STEPHEN
(Murmurs.) Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress. I never could read His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the haddock." (U15.3677)
(Examining Stephen's palm.) Woman's hand.
STEPHEN
(Murmurs.) Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress. I never could read His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the haddock." (U15.3677)
"ZOE
What day were you born?
STEPHEN
Thursday. Today.
ZOE
Thursday's child has far to go. (She traces lines on his hand.) Line of fate. Influential friends.
FLORRY
(pointing) Imagination.
ZOE
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?" (U15.3682)
What day were you born?
STEPHEN
Thursday. Today.
ZOE
Thursday's child has far to go. (She traces lines on his hand.) Line of fate. Influential friends.
FLORRY
(pointing) Imagination.
ZOE
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?" (U15.3682)
'Monday's Child' is a fortune-telling nursery rhyme for children. It has a Roud Folk Song Index number of 19526. There are several variants, with the most common:
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
But the child that is born on Sabbath day,
Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
But the child that is born on Sabbath day,
Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.
"BLOOM
(Detaches her fingers and offers his palm.) More harm than good. Here. Read mine.
BELLA
Show. (She turns up Bloom's hand.) I thought so. Knobby knuckles for the women.
ZOE
(Peering at Bloom's palm.) Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and marry money.
BLOOM
Wrong." (U15.3694)
(Detaches her fingers and offers his palm.) More harm than good. Here. Read mine.
BELLA
Show. (She turns up Bloom's hand.) I thought so. Knobby knuckles for the women.
ZOE
(Peering at Bloom's palm.) Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and marry money.
BLOOM
Wrong." (U15.3694)
"ZOE
(Quickly.) O, I see. Short little finger. Henpecked husband. That wrong?" (U15.3705)
(Quickly.) O, I see. Short little finger. Henpecked husband. That wrong?" (U15.3705)
"(Black Liz, a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle, rises, stretches her wings and clucks.)
BLACK LIZ
Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook. (She sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off.)
BLOOM
(points to his hand) That weal there is an accident. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen.
ZOE
I see, says the blind man. Tell us news." (U15.3707)
BLACK LIZ
Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook. (She sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off.)
BLOOM
(points to his hand) That weal there is an accident. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen.
ZOE
I see, says the blind man. Tell us news." (U15.3707)
"STEPHEN
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.)" (U15.3717)
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.)" (U15.3717)
"THE BOOTS
(jogging, mocks them with thumb and wriggling wormfingers) Haw haw have you the horn?" (U15.3732)
(jogging, mocks them with thumb and wriggling wormfingers) Haw haw have you the horn?" (U15.3732)
"(Bronze by gold they whisper.)
ZOE
Whisper. (she whispers again)" (U15.3735)
ZOE
Whisper. (she whispers again)" (U15.3735)
"(Over the well of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his boater straw set sideways, a red flower in his mouth." (U15.3739)
"Lenehan, in yachtsman's cap and white shoes, officiously detaches a long hair from Blazes Boylan s shoulder.)
LENEHAN
Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?" (U15.3739)
LENEHAN
Ho! What do I here behold? Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?" (U15.3739)