Though she's a factory lass
And wears no fancy clothes.
(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. Baraabum!)
Encore! Bis! Bravo! Encore!
Think of your mother's people!" (U15.4129)
Dance of death.
(Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse, nag, steer, piglings, Conmee on Christass, lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe through and through. Baraabum! On nags, hogs, bellhorses, Gadarene swine, Corny in coffin"
Liliata rutilantium te confessorum...
Iubilantium te virginum...
(From the top of a tower Buck Mulligan, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with curling bell, stands gaping at her, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand.)
She's beastly dead. The pity of it! Mulligan meets the afflicted mother. (He upturns his eyes.) Mercurial Malachi!"
(With the subtle smile of death's madness.) I was once the beautiful May Goulding. I am dead.
(horrorstruck) Lemur, who are you? No. What bogeyman's trick is this?"
(shakes his curling capbell) The mockery of it! Kinch dogsbody killed her bitchbody. She kicked the bucket. (tears of molten butter fall from his eyes on to the scone) Our great sweet mother! Epi oinopa ponton.
(comes nearer, breathing upon him softly her breath of wetted ashes) All must go through it, Stephen. More women than men in the world. You too. Time will come.
(choking with fright, remorse and horror) They say I killed you, mother. He offended your memory. Cancer did it, not I. Destiny."
a green rill of bile trickling from a side of her mouth) You sang that song to me. Love's bitter mystery.
(eagerly) Tell me the word, mother, if you know now. The word known to all men."
Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee? Who had pity for you when you were sad among the strangers?"