"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." (U15.3954)
"From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs," (U15.3957)
"lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms," (U15.3959)
"toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen." (U15.3960)
"Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly.)
THE CROWD
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)
THE CROWD
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)
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," (U15.3974)
"the Duke of Westminster's Shotover, Repulse, the Duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris." (15.3977)
"Dwarfs ride them, rustyarmoured, leaping, leaping in their, in their saddles." (U15.3978)
"Last in a drizzle of rain on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, Cock of the North," (U15.3979)
"the favourite, honey cap, green jacket, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, gripping the reins, a hockeystick at the ready. His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.)
THE ORANGE LODGES
(jeering) Get down and push, mister. Last lap! You'll be home the night!
GARRETT DEASY
(bolt upright, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing in the prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop) Per vias rectas!" (U15.3980)
THE ORANGE LODGES
(jeering) Get down and push, mister. Last lap! You'll be home the night!
GARRETT DEASY
(bolt upright, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his blue eyes flashing in the prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop) Per vias rectas!" (U15.3980)
"(A yoke of buckets leopards all over him and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes.)
THE GREEN LODGES
Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!
(Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows, singing in discord.)" (U15.3990)
THE GREEN LODGES
Soft day, sir John! Soft day, your honour!
(Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows, singing in discord.)" (U15.3990)
"STEPHEN
Hark! Our friend noise in the street!
ZOE
(Holds up her hand.) Stop!
PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY
Yet I've a sort of a
Yorkshire relish for... " (U15.3997)
Hark! Our friend noise in the street!
ZOE
(Holds up her hand.) Stop!
PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY
Yet I've a sort of a
Yorkshire relish for... " (U15.3997)
"ZOE
That's me. (She claps her hands.) Dance! Dance! (She runs to the pianola.) Who has twopence?
BLOOM
Who'll...?
LYNCH
(Handing her coins.) Here.
STEPHEN
(Cracking his fingers impatiently.) Quick! Quick! Where's my augur's rod? (He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant, beating his foot in tripudium.)" (U15.4004)
That's me. (She claps her hands.) Dance! Dance! (She runs to the pianola.) Who has twopence?
BLOOM
Who'll...?
LYNCH
(Handing her coins.) Here.
STEPHEN
(Cracking his fingers impatiently.) Quick! Quick! Where's my augur's rod? (He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant, beating his foot in tripudium.)" (U15.4004)
"ZOE
(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)
(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)
"ZOE
(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." (U15.4023)
(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." (U15.4023)