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s' child； he had been carefully brought up and nurtured by an aged bedridden parent。 There might have been lapses of an erring father but he wanted to turn over a new leaf and now； when at long last in sight of the whipping post； to lead a homely life in the evening of his days； permeated by the affectionate surroundings of the heaving bosom of the family。 An acclimatised Britisher he had seen that summer eve from the footplate of an engine cab of the Loop line railway pany while the rain refrained from falling glimpses； as it were； through the windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen； innocent British born bairns lisping prayers to the Sacred Infant； youthful scholars grappling with their pensums； model young ladies playing on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the crackling Yulelog while in the boreens and green lanes the colleens with their swains strolled what times the strains of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows； a sacrifice； greatest bargain ever。。。 ）
（Renewed laughter。 He mumbles incoherently。 Reporters plain that they cannot hear。）
LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND （Without looking up from their notebooks。） Loosen his boots。
PROFESSOR MACHUGH （From the presstable； coughs and calls。） Cough it up； man。 Get it out in bits。
（The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and the bucket。 A lace bucket。 Bloom himself Bowel trouble。 In Beaver street。 Gripe； yes。 Quite bad。 A plasterers bucket。 By walking stifflegged。 Suffered untold misery。 Deadly agony。 About noon。 Love or burgundy。 Yes； some spinach。 Crucial moment。 He did not look in the bucket。 Nobody。 Rather a mess。 Not pletely。 A Titbits back number。）
（Uproar and catcalls。 Bloom； in a torn frockcoat stained with whitewash； dinged silk hat sideways on his head； a strip of sticking…plaster across his nose； talks inaudibly。）
J。 J。 O'MOLLOY （In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown； speaking with a voice of pained protest。） This is no place for indecent levity at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor。 We are not in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice。 My client is an infant； a poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as a stowaway and is now trying to turn an honest penny。 The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity； brought on by hallucination； such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's native place； the land of the Pharaoh。 Prima facie； I put it to you that there was no attempt at carnally knowing。 Intimacy did not occur and the offence plained of by Driscoll； that her virtue was solicited； was not repeated。 I would deal inespecial with atavism。 There have been cases of shipwreck and somnambulism in my client's family。 If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book。 He himself； my lord； is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest。 His submission is that he is of Mongolian extraction and irresponsible for his actions。 Not all there； in fact。
BLOOM （Barefoot； pigeonbreasted； in lascar's vest and trousers； apologetic toes turned in； opens his tiny mole's eyes and looks about him dazedly； passing a slow hand across his forehead。 Then he hitches his belt sailor fashion and with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court； pointing one thumb heavenward。） Him makee velly muchee fine night。 （He begins to lilt simply。）
Li li poo lil chile；
Blingee pigfoot evly night。
Payee two shilly。。。
（He is howled down。）
J。 J。 O'MOLLOY （Hotly to the populace。） This is a lonehand fight。 By Hades； I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas。 The Mosaic code has superseded the law of the jungle。 I say it and I say it emphatically without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice； accused was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered with。 The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very own daughter。 （Bloom takes J。 J。 O'Molloy's hand and raises it to his lips。） I shall call rebutting evidence to prove up to the hilt that the hidden hand is again at its old game。 When in doubt persecute Bloom。 My client； an innately bashful man； would be the last man in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard； responsible for her condition； had worked his own sweet will on her。 He wants to go straight。 I regard him as the whitest man I know。 He is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor； slides of which will now be shown。 （To Bloom。） I suggest that you will do the handsome thing。
BLOOM A penny in the pound。
（The mirage of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the wall。 Moses Dlugacz； ferreteyed albino； in blue dungarees； stands up in the gallery； holding in each hand an orange citron and a pork kidney。）
DLUGACZ （Hoarsely。） Bleibtreustrasse； Berlin； W。 13。
（J。 J。 O'Molloy steps on to a low plinth and holds the lapel of his coat with solemnity。 His face lengthens； grows pale and bearded； with sunken eyes； the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John F。 Taylor。 He applies his handkerchief to his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood。）
J。 J。 O'MOLLOY （Almost voicelessly。） Excuse me； I am suffering from a severe chill； have recently e from a sickbed。 A few wellchosen words。 （He assumes the avine head； foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of Seymour Bushe。） When the angel's book es to be opened if aught that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live I say accord the prisoner at the bar the sacred benefit of the doubt。 （A paper with something written on it is handed into court。）
BLOOM （In court dress。） Can give best references。 Messrs Callan； Coleman。 Mr Wisdom Hely J。 P。 My old chief Joe Cuffe。 Mr V。 B。 Dillon； ex…lord mayor of Dublin。 I have moved in the charmed circle of the highest 。 Queens of Dublin Society。 （Carelessly。） I was just chatting this afternoon at the viceregal lodge to my old pals； sir Robert and lady Ball； astronomer royal； at the levee。 Sir Bob； I said。。。
MRS YELVERTON BARRY （In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves； wearing a sabletrimmed brick quilted dolman； a b of brilliants and panache of osprey in her hair。） Arrest him constable。 He wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was in the North Riding of Tipperary on the Munster circuit； signed James Lovebirch。 He said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as I sat in a box of the Theatre Royal at a mand performance of La Cigale。 I deeply inflamed him； he said。 He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four p。m。 on the following Thursday； Dunsink time。 He offered to send me through the post a work of