"(Black Liz, a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle, rises, stretches her wings and clucks.)


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.)"


(jogging, mocks them with thumb and wriggling wormfingers) Haw haw have you the horn?"

"(Bronze by gold they whisper.)


Whisper. (she whispers again)

(Over the well of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his boater straw set sideways, a red flower in his mouth."

"(Over the well of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his boater straw set sideways, a red flower in his mouth."

"Lenehan, in yachtsman's cap and white shoes, officiously detaches a long hair from Blazes Boylan s shoulder.)


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!


(Laugh together.) Ha ha ha ha."


(Tosses him sixpence.) Here, to buy yourself a gin and splash. (He hangs his hat smartly on a peg of Bloom's antlered head.) Show me in. I have a little private business with your wife, you understand?"


Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy is in her bath, sir.


He ought to feel himself highly honoured."

"(she plops splashing out of the water).

Raoul darling, come and dry me. I'm in my pelt. Only my new hat and a carriage sponge.


(a merry twinkle in his eye) Topping!


What? What is it?
(Zoe whispers to her.)"


Let him look, the pishogue! Pimp! And scourge himself! I'll write to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.


(clasps himself) Here, I can't hold this little lot much longer. (he strides off on stiff cavalry legs)"


(laughing) Ho ho ho ho."

(U 15.3785

(To Bloom, over his shoulder.) You can apply your eye to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a few times."


Thank you, sir. I will, sir. May I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot? (he holds out an ointment jar) Vaseline, sir? Orangeflower...? Lukewarm water...?"

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