(With head back, laughs loudly, clapping himself grimacing.) Great success of laughing. Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians."

"Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Or do you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? (he points about him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the whores reply to) Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities"

"very lesbic the kiss five ten times. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver"

"or omelette on the belly pièce de Shakespeare.


(Clapping her belly sinks back on the sofa, with a shout of laughter.) An omelette on the... Ho! ho! ho! ho! ...omelette on the...


(mincingly) I love you, sir darling."

"Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. O yes, mon loup. How much cost? Waterloo. Watercloset. (he ceases suddenly and holds up a forefinger)


(laughing) Omelette....


(laughing) Encore! Encore"


Mark me. I dreamt of a watermelon.


Go abroad and love a foreign lady.


Across the world for a wife.


Dreams goes by contraries."

(Extends his arms.) It was here. Street of harlots. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. Where's the red carpet spread?

(Approaching Stephen.) Look...

No, I flew. My foes beneath me. And ever shall be. World without end. (He cries.) Pater! Free!

I say, look... " (U15.3929)

Break my spirit, will he? O merde alors! (he cries, his vulture talons sharpened) Holà! Hillyho!

(Simon Dedalus' voice hilloes in answer, somewhat sleepy but ready.)


That's all right. (he swoops uncertainly through the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on strong ponderous buzzard wings) Ho, boy! Are you going to win? Hoop! Pschatt! Stable with those halfcastes. Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. Head up! Keep our flag flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed. Ulster king at arms! Haihoop! (he makes the beagle's call, giving tongue) Bulbul! Burblblburblbl! Hai, boy!"

"(The fronds and spaces of the wallpaper file rapidly crosscountry. A stout fox, drawn from covert, brush pointed, having buried his grandmother, runs swift for the open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the leaves."

"The pack of staghounds follows, nose to the ground, sniffing their quarry, beaglebaying, burblbrbling to be blooded. Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them, hot for a kill."

"From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs,"

"lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms,"

"toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen."

"Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly.)


Card of the races. Racing card!
Ten to one the field!
Tommy on the clay here! Tommy on the clay!
Ten to one bar one! Ten to one bar one!
Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!
Ten to one bar one!
Sell the monkey, boys! Sell the monkey!
I'll give ten to one!
Ten to one bar one!" (U15.3962)
"Sell the monkey, boys! Sell the monkey!
I'll give ten to one!
Ten to one bar one!" (U15.3971)
"(A dark horse, riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winningpost, his mane moonfoaming, his eyeballs stars. The field follows, a bunch of bucking mounts. Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel,"

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