(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)

(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."

"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."

"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.)


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.)


Two young fellows were talking about their girls, girls, girls,
Sweethearts they'd left behind ......"

"(From a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in girlish blue, waspwaisted, with innocent hands. Nimbly they dance, twirling their skipping ropes."

"The hours of noon follow in amber gold. Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing they catch the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting their arms.)


(clipclaps glovesilent hands) Carré! Avant deux! Breathe evenly! Balancé!"

"(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.)


You may touch my.


May I touch your?


O, but lightly!


O, so lightly!"


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.)


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.)"


Heigho! Heigho!


(twirling, her hand to her brow) O!"


Les tiroirs! Chaîne de dames! La corbeille! Dos à dos!

(Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.)


I'm giddy!

(She frees herself, droops on a chair."

"Stephen seizes Florry and turns with her.)" (U15.4095)

Boulangère! Les ronds! Les ponts! Chevaux de bois! Escargots!

(Twining, receding, with interchanging hands the night hours link each each with arching arms in a mosaic of movements. Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously.)


Dansez avec vos dames! Changez de dames!"

"Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! Remerciez!


Best, best of all,


(jumps up) O, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus bazaar!

(She runs to Stephen. He leaves Florry brusquely and seizes Kitty. A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks. Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)


My girl's a Yorkshire girl.


Yorkshire through and through. Come on all!

(She seizes Florry and waltzes her.)


Pas seul!

(He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, snatches up his ashplant from the table and takes the floor." (U15.4108)
"All wheel, whirl, waltz, twirl. Bloombella, Kittylynch, Florryzoe, jujuby women.
Stephen with hat ashplant frogsplits in middle highkicks with skykicking mouth shut hand clasp part under thigh."

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