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avy。 Christicle； who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the Merrion hall？ Elijah is ing washed in the Blood of the Lamb。 e on； you winefizzling ginsizzling booseguzzling existences！ e on； you dog…gone； bullnecked； beetlebrowed； hogjowled； peanutbrained； weaseleyed four flushers； false alarms and excess baggage！ e on； you triple extract of infamy！ Alexander J。 Christ Dowie； that's yanked to glory most half this planet from 'Frisco Beach to Vladivostok。 The Deity ain't no nickel dime bumshow。 I put it to you that he's on the square and a corking fine business proposition。 He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it。 Shout salvation in King Jesus。 You'll need to rise precious early； you sinner there； if you want to diddle the Almighty God。 Pflaaaap！ Not half。 He's got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you； my friend； In his backpocket。 Just you try it on。
Circe
The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown； before which stretches an uncobbled transiding set with skeleton tracks； red and green will…o'…the…wisps and danger signals。 Rows of flimsy houses with gaping doors。 Rare lamps with faint rainbow fans。 Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble。 They grab wafers between which are wedged lumps of coal and copper snow。 Sucking； they scatter slowly。 Children。 The swanb of the gondola； highreared； forges on through the murk； white and blue under a lighthouse。 Whistles call and answer。
THE CALLS Wait； my love； and I'll be with you。
THE ANSWERS Round behind the stable。
（A deaf mute idiot with goggle eyes； his shapeless mouth dribbling； jerks past； shaken in Saint Vitus' dance。 A chain of children's hands imprisons him。）
THE CHILDREN Kithoguel Salute。
THE IDIOT （Lifts a palsied left arm and gurgles。） Grhahute！
THE CHILDREN Where's the great light？
THE IDIOT （Gobbing。） Ghaghahest。
（They release him。 He jerks on。 A pygmy woman swings on a rope slung between the railings； counting。 A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its arm and hat moves； groans； grinding growling teeth； and snores again。 On a step a gnome totting among a rubbish tip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones。 A crone standing by with a smoky oil lamp rams the last bottle in the maw of his sack。 He heaves his booty； tugs askew his peaked cap and hobbles off mutely。 The crone makes back for her lair swaying her lamp。 A bandy child； asquat on the doorstep with a papershuttlecock； crawls sidling after her in spurts； clutches her skirt； scrambles up。 A drunken navvy ups with both hands the railings of an area； lurching heavily。 At a corner two night watch in shoulder capes； their hands upon their staffholsters； loom tall。 A plate crashes； a woman screams； a child wails。 Oaths of a man roar； mutter； cease。 Figures wander； lurk； peer from warrens。 In a room lit by a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut bs out the tatts from the hair of a scrofulous child。 Cissy Caffrey's voice； still young； sings shrill from a lane。）
CISSY CAFFREY
I gave it to Molly
Because she was jolly；
The leg of the duck
The leg of the duck。
（Private Cart and Private pton； swaggersticks tight in their oxters； as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their mouths a volleyed fart。 Laughter of men from the lane。 A hoarse virago retorts。）
THE VIRAGO Signs on you； hairy arse。 More power the Cavan girl。
CISSY CAFFREY More luck to me。 Cavan； Cootehill and Belturbet。
（She sings。）
I gave it to Nelly
To stick in her belly
The leg of the duck
The leg of the duck。
（Private Cart and Private pton turn and counterretort； their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow； black sockets of caps on their blond copper polls。 Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the crowd close to the redcoats。）
PRIVATE PTON （Jerks his finger。） Way for the parson。
PRIVATE CARR （Turns and calls。） What ho； parson！
CISSY CAFFREY （Her voice soaring higher。）
She has it； she got it；
Wherever she put it
The leg of the duck。
（Stephen； flourishing the ashplant in his left hand； chants with joy the introit for paschal time。 Lynch； his jockey cap low on his brow； attends him； a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face。）
STEPHEN Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro。 Alleluia。
（The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a doorway。）
THE BAWD （Her voice whispering huskily。） Sst！ e here till I tell you。 Maidenhead inside。 Sst。
STEPHEN （Altius aliqantulum） Et omnes ad quos pervenit acqua ista。
THE BAWD （Spits in their trail her jet of venom。） Trinity medicals。 Fallopian tube。 All prick and no pence。
（Edy Boardman； sniffling； crouched with Bertha Supple； draws her shawl across her nostrils。）
EDY BOARDMAN （Bickering。） And say the one： I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher； the greaser off the railway； in his etobed hat。 Did you； says I。 That's not for you to say； says I。 You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander； says I。 The likes of her！ Stag that one is。 Stubborn as a mule！ And her walking with two fellows the one time； Kildbride the enginedriver and lancecorporal Oliphant。
STEPHEN （Triumphaliter。） Salvi facti i sunt。
（He flourishes his ashplant shivering the lamp image； shattering light over the world。 A liver and white spaniel on the prowl slinks after him； growling。 Lynch scar's it with a kick。）
LYNCH So that？
STEPHEN （Looks behind。） So that gesture； not music； not odours； would be a universal language； the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy； the structural rhythm。
LYNCH Pornosophical philotheology。 Metaphysics in Mecklenburg street！
STEPHEN We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates。 Even the allwisest stagyrite was bitted； bridled and mounted by a light of love。
LYNCH Ba！
STEPHEN Anyway； who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug？ This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread and wine in Omar。 Hold my stick。
LYNCH Damn your yellow stick。 Where are we going？
STEPHEN Lecherous lynx； to la belle dame sans merci； Georgina Johnson； ad deam qui laetificat juventutem meam。
（Stephen thrusts the ashplant on him and slowly holds out his hands； his head going back till both hands are a span from his breast； down turned in planes intersecting； the fingers about to part； the left being higher。）
LYNCH Which is the jug of bread？ It skills not。 That or the customhouse。 Illustrate thou。 Here take your crutch and walk。
（They pass。 Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and； clasping； climbs in spasms。 From the top spur he slides down。 Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb。 The navvy lurches against the lamp。 The twins scuttle off in the dark。 The navvy； swaying； presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot。 Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset。
Snakes of river fog creep slowly。 From drains； clefts； cesspools； middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes。 A glow leaps in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the river。 The navvy staggering forward cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding。 On the farther side under the railway bridge Bloom appears flushed； panting； cramming bread and ch