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LYNCH (Deeply。) Enter a ghost and hobgoblins。 
ZOE Clap on the back for Zoe。 
(The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a brass poker。 Stephen stands at the pianola on which sprawl his hat and ashplant。 With two fingers he repeats once more the series of empty fifths。 Florry Talbot; a blond feeble goosefat whore in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry; lolls spreadeagle in the sofa corner; her limp forearm pendent over the bolster; listening。 A heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid。) 
KITTY (Hiccups again with a kick of her horsed foot。) O; excuse! 
ZOE (Promptly。) Your boy's thinking of you。 Tie a knot on your shift。 
(Kitty Ricketts bends her head。 Her boa uncoils; slides; glides over her shoulder; back; arm; chair to the ground。 Lynch lifts the curled caterpillar on his wand。 She snakes her neck; nestling。 Stephen glances behind at the squatted figure with its cap back to the front。) 
STEPHEN As a matter of fact it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it。 The rite is the poet's rest。 It may be an old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate Cla enarrant gloriam Domini。 It is susceptible of nodes or modes as far apart as hyperphrygian and mixolydian and of texts so divergent as priests haihooping round David's that is Circe's or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the stable to his chief bassoonist about his almightiness。 Mais; nom de nom; that is another pair of trousers。 Jetez la gourme。 Faut que jeunesse se passe。 (He stops; points at Lynch's cap; smiles; laughs。) Which side is your knowledge bump? 
THE CAP (With saturnine spleen。) Bah! It is because it is。 Woman's reason。 Jewgreek is greekjew。 Extremes meet。 Death is the highest form of life。 Bah! 
STEPHEN You remember fairly accurately all my errors; boasts; mistakes。 How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Whetstone! 
THE CAP Bah! 
STEPHEN Here's another for you。 (He frowns。) The reason is because the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible interval which 。 
THE CAP Which? Finish。 You can't。 
STEPHEN (With on effort。) Interval which。 Is the greatest possible ellipse。 Consistent with。 The ultimate return。 The octave。 Which。 
THE CAP Which? (Outside the gramophone begins to blare The Holy City。) 
STEPHEN (Abruptly。) What went forth to the ends of the world to traverse not itself。 God; the sun; Shakespeare; a mercial traveller; having itself traversed in reality itself; bees that self。 Wait a moment。 Wait a second。 Damn that fellow's noise in the street。 Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to bee。 Ecco! 
LYNCH (With a mocking whinny of laughter grins at Bloom and Zoe Higgins。) What a learned speech; eh? 
ZOE (Briskly。) God help your head; he knows more than you have forgotten。 
(With obese stupidity Florry Talbot regards Stephen。) 
FLORRY They say the last day is ing this summer。 
KITTY No! 
ZOE (Explodes in laughter。) Great unjust God! 
FLORRY (Offended。) Well; it was in the papers about Anti christ。 O; my foot's tickling。 
(Ragged barefoot newsboys; jogging a wagtail kite; patterpast; yelling。) 
THE NEWSBOYS Stop press edition。 Result of the rockinghorse races。 Sea serpent in the royal canal。 Safe arrival of Antichrist。 
(Stephen turns and sees Bloom。) 
STEPHEN A time; times and half a time。 
(Reuben J。 Antichrist; wanderingjew; a clutching hand open on his spine; stumps forward。 Across his loins is slung a pilgrims wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills。 Aloft over his shoulder he bears a long boatpole from the hook of which the sodden huddled mass of his only son; saved from Liffey waters; hangs from the slack of its breeches。 A hobgoblin in the image of Punch Costello; hipshot; crookbacked; hydrocephalic; prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose; tumbles in somersaults through the gathering darkness。) 
ALL What? 
THE HOBGOBLIN (His jaws chattering; capers to and fro; goggling his eyes; squeaking; kangaroohopping; with outstretched clutching arms; then all at once thrusts his lipless face through the fork of his thighs。) Il vient! C'est moi! L'homme qui rit! L'homme primigene! (He whirls round and round with dervish howls。) Sieurs et dames; faites vos jeux! (He crouches juggling。 Tiny roulette planets fly from his hands。) Les jeux son! faits! (The planets rush together; uttering crepitant cracks。) Rien n'va plus。 (The planets; buoyant balloons; sail swollen up and away。 He springs off into vacuum。) 
FLORRY (Sinking into torpor; crosses herself secretly。) The end of the world! 
(A female tepid effluvium leaks out from her。 Nebulous obscurity occupies space。 Through the drifting fog without the gramophone blares over coughs and feetshuffling。) 
THE GRAMOPHONE Jerusalem! Open your gates and sing Hosanna。。。 
(A rocket rushes up the sky and bursts。 A white star falls from it; proclaiming the consummation of all things and second ing of Elijah。 Along an infinite invisible tight…rope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the World; a two headed octopus in gillies kilts; busby and tartan filibegs; whirls through the murk; head over heels; in the fob of the Three Lugs of Man。) 
THE END OF THE WORLD (With a Scotch accent。) Wha'll dance the keel row; the keel row; the keel row? 
(Over the passing drift and choking breathcoughs; Elijah's voice; harsh as a corncrakes; jars on high。 Perspiring in a loose lawn surplice with funnel sleeves he is seen; vergefaced above a rostrum about which the banner of old glory is draped。 He thumps the parapet。) 
ELIJAH No yapping; if you please; in this booth。 Jake Crane; Creole Sue; Dave Campbell; Abe Kirschner; do your coughing with your mouths shut。 Say; I am operating all this trunk line。 Boys; do it now。 God's time is 12。25。 Tell mother you'll be there。 Rush your order and you play a slick ace。 Join on right here! Book through to eternity junction; the nonstop run。 Just one word more。 Are you a god or a doggone clod? If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Florry Christ; Stephen Christ; Zoe Christ; Bloom Christ; Kitty Christ; Lynch Christ; it's up to you to sense that cosmic force。 Have we cold feet about the cosmos? No。 Be on the side of the angels。 Be a prism。 You have that something within; the higher self。 You can rub shoulders with a Jesus; a Gautama; an Ingersoll。 Are you all in this vibration? I say you are。 You once nobble that; congregation; and a buck joyride to heaven bees a back number。 You got me? It's a lifebrightener; sure。 The hottest stuff ever was。 It's the whole pie with jam in。 It's just the cutest snappiest line out。 It is immense; supersumptuous。 It restores。 It vibrates。 I know and I am some vibrator。 Joking apart and getting down to bedrock; A。 J。 Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy; have you got that? O。K。 Seventyseven west sixtyninth street。 Got me? That's it。 You call me up by sunphone any old time。 Bumboosers; save your stamps。 (He shouts。) Now then our glory song。 All join heartily in the singing。 Encore! (He sings。) Jeru。。。 
THE GRAMOPHONE (Drowning his voice。) Whorusalaminyour highhohhhh。 
(The disc rasps gratingly against the needle。) 
THE THREE' WHORES (Covering their ears; squawk。) Ahhkkk! 
ELIJAH (In rolledup shirtsleeves; black in the face; shouts at the top of his voice; his arms uplifted。) Big Brother up there; Mr President; you hear what I done just been saying to you。 Certainly; I sort of believe strong in you; Mr President。 I certainly am thinking now Miss Higgins and Miss Ricketts got religion way inside them。 Certainly seems to me I don't never see no wusser scared female than the way you been; Miss Florry; just now as I done seed you。 Mr President; you e long and help me save our sisters dear。 (He winks at his audience。) Our Mr President; he twig the whole lot and he ain't saying nothing。 
KITTY…KATE I forgot myself。 In a weak moment I erred and did what I did on Constitution hill。 I was confirmed by the bishop。 My mother's sister married a Montmorency。 It was a working plumber was my ruination when I was pure。 
ZOE…FANNY I let him larrup it into me for the fun of it。 
FLORRY…TERESA It was in consequence of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three stars I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into the bed。 
STEPHEN In the beginning was the word; in the end the world without end。 Blessed be the eight beatitudes。 
(The beatitudes; Dixon; Madden; Crotthers; Costello; Lenehan; Bannon; Mulligan and Lynch in white surgical students' gowns; four abreast; goosestepping; tramp fast past in noisy marching。) 
THE BEATITUDES (Incoherently。) Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop。 
LYSTER (In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat; says discreetly。) He is our friend。 I need not mention names。 Seek thou the light。 
(He corantos by。 Best enters in hairdresser attire; shinily laundered; his locks in curlpapers。 He leads John Eglinton who wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow; lizard…lettered; and a high pagoda hat。) 
BEST (Smiling; lifts the hat and displays a shaven poll from the crown of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with an orange topknot。) I was just beautifying him; don't you know。 A thing of beauty; don't you know。 Yeats says; or I mean; Keats says。 (Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner; with carping accent。) Esthetics and cosmetics are for the boudoir。 I am out for truth。 Plain truth for a plain man。 Tanderagee wants the facts and means to get them。 
(In the cone of the search light behind the coalscuttle; ollave; holyeyed; the bearded figure of Mananaan MacLir broods; chin on knees。 He rises slowly。 A cold seawind blows from his druid mantle。 About his head writhe eels and elvers。 He is encrusted with weeds and shells。 His right hand holds a bicycle pump。 His left hand grasps a huge crayfish by its two talons。) 
MANANAAN MACLIR (With a voice of waves。) Aum! Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor! Ma! White yoghin of the Gods。 Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos。 (With a voice of whistling seawind。) Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won't have my leg pulled。 It has been said by one: beware the left; the cult of Shakti。 (With a cry of stormbirds。) Shakti; Shiva! Dark hidden Father! (He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand。 On its co…operative dial glow the twelve signs of the zodiac。 He wails with the vehemence of the ocean。) Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the homestead; I am the dreamery creamery butter。 
(A skeleton judas hand strangles the light。 The green light wanes to mauve。 The gasjet wails whistling。) 
THE GASJET Pooah! Pfuiiiiii! 
(Zoe runs to the chandelier and; crooking her leg; adjusts the mantle。) 
ZOE Who has a fag as I'm here? 
LYNCH (Tossing a cigarette on to the table。) Here。 
ZOE (Her head perched aside in mock pride。) Is that the way to hand the pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame; twirling it slowly; showing the brown tufts of her armpits。 Lynch with his poker lifts boldly a side of her slip。 Bare from her garters up her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie's green。 She puffs calmly at her cigarette。) Can you see the beauty spot of my behind? 
LYNCH I'm not looking。 
ZOE (Makes sheep's eyes。) No? You wouldn't do a less thing。 Would you suck a lemon? 
(Squinting in mock

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