THE CALLS: Wait, my love,
and
I'll
be
with
you. THE ANSWERS: Round
behind
the stable. THE CHILDREN: Kithogue! Salute! THE CHILDREN: Where's the
great
light?
CISSY
CAFFREY: THE VIRAGO: Signs
on
you, hairy arse.
More
power the Cavan girl. LYNCH:
So
that? LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology.
Metaphysics
in
Mecklenburgh 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
or
wine
in
Omar.
Hold
my stick. LYNCH:
Damn
your
yellow
stick.
Where
are
we
going? LYNCH:
Which
is
the jug
of
bread?
It
skills not.
That
or
the customhouse.
Illustrate
thou. Here
take
your
crutch
and
walk. BLOOM:
Fish
and
taters. N. g. Ah! BLOOM: Stitch
in
my side.
Why
did
I run? BLOOM:
What
is
that?
A
flasher? Searchlight. THE BELLS: Haltyaltyaltyall. THE GONG:
Bang
Bang
Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. THE MOTORMAN: Hey, shitbreeches,
are
you
doing the
hat
trick? (A
sinister
figure
leans
on
plaited legs against o'beirne's wall,
a
visage
unknown, injected
with
dark mercury.
From
under
a
wideleaved
sombrero
the
figure
regards
him
with
evil
eye.) BLOOM: O BLOOM:
Beware
of
pickpockets.
Old
thieves' dodge. Collide.
Then
snatch your purse. RUDOLPH:
Second
halfcrown
waste
money
today. I told
you
not
go
with
drunken
goy ever.
So
you
catch
no money. RUDOLPH: Once!
Mud
head
to
foot.
Cut
your
hand
open. Lockjaw.
They
make
you
kaputt, Leopoldleben.
You
watch
them
chaps. BLOOM: Mamma! BLOOM: Molly! MARION: Nebrakada! Femininum! BLOOM: I
can
give
you... I
mean
as
your
business
menagerer... Mrs Marion...
if
you... THE SOAP: We're
a
capital
couple
are
Bloom
and
I.
He
brightens the earth. I
polish
the sky. SWENY:
Three
and
a
penny, please. BLOOM: Yes.
For
my wife. Mrs Marion.
Special
recipe. BLOOM: Yes, ma'am? THE BAWD: Ten shillings
a
maidenhead.
Fresh
thing
was
never
touched. Fifteen. There's no-one
in
it
only
her
old
father that's
dead
drunk. BRIDIE:
Hatch
street.
Any
good
in
your mind? BLOOM: I? When? You're dreaming. I
never
saw
you. THE BAWD:
Leave
the gentleman alone,
you
cheat.
Writing
the gentleman
false
letters. Streetwalking
and
soliciting.
Better
for
your mother
take
the strap
to
you
at
the bedpost,
hussy
like
you. MRS BREEN: Mr... MRS BREEN: Mr Bloom!
You
down
here
in
the haunts
of
sin! I caught
you
nicely! Scamp! TOM
AND
SAM: There's someone
in
the
house
with
Dina There's someone
in
the house, I know, There's someone
in
the
house
with
Dina Playing
on
the
old
banjo. MRS BREEN:
You
were
the
lion
of
the
night
with
your seriocomic
recitation
and
you
looked the part.
You
were
always
a
favourite
with
the ladies. MRS BREEN: The
dear
dead
days
beyond
recall. Love's
old
sweet
song. RICHIE:
Best
value
in
Dub. RICHIE: Goodgod. Inev erate inall... MRS BREEN: Humbugging
and
deluthering
as
per
usual
with
your
cock
and
bull
story. BLOOM: I
want
to
tell
you
a
little
secret
about
how
I came
to
be
here. But
you
must
never
tell. Not
even
Molly. I
have
a
most
particular
reason. BLOOM: Let's walk on.
Shall
us? MRS BREEN: Let's. THE BAWD: Jewman's melt! BLOOM: I mean, Leopardstown.
And
Molly
won
seven
shillings
on
a
three
year
old
named Nevertell
and
coming
home
along
by
Foxrock
in
that
old
fiveseater shanderadan
of
a
waggonette
you
were
in
your
heyday
then
and
you
had
on
that
new
hat
of
white
velours
with
a
surround
of
molefur
that
Mrs Hayes advised
you
to
buy
because
it
was
marked
down
to
nineteen
and
eleven,
a
bit
of
wire
and
an
old
rag
of
velveteen,
and
I'll
lay
you
what
you
like
she
did
it
on
purpose... MRS BREEN:
She
did,
of
course, the cat! Don't
tell
me!
Nice
adviser! BLOOM:
Because
it
didn't suit
you
one
quarter
as
well
as
the
other
ducky
little
tammy
toque
with
the
bird
of
paradise
wing
in
it
that
I admired
on
you
and
you
honestly looked
just
too
fetching
in
it
though
it
was
a
pity
to
kill it,
you
cruel
naughty
creature,
little
mite
of
a
thing
with
a
heart
the size
of
a
fullstop. MRS BREEN: Too... BLOOM: Yes.
And
Molly
was
laughing
because
Rogers
and
Maggot
O'Reilly
were
mimicking
a
cock
as
we
passed
a
farmhouse
and
Marcus Tertius Moses, the
tea
merchant,
drove
past
us
in
a
gig
with
his
daughter,
Dancer
Moses
was
her name,
and
the
poodle
in
her
lap
bridled
up
and
you
asked
me
if
I
ever
heard
or
read
or
knew
or
came across... BLOOM:
Coincidence
too.
They
think
it
funny.
Anything
but that.
Broad
daylight. Trying
to
walk. Lucky no woman. THE LOITERERS: Jays, that's
a
good
one. Glauber salts. O jays,
into
the men's porter. THE WHORES:
Are
you
going far, queer fellow? How's your
middle
leg? Got
a
match
on
you? Eh,
come
here
till
I stiffen
it
for
you. THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Purdon street.
Shilling
a
bottle
of
stout. Respectable woman.
We
are
the boys.
Of
Wexford.
PRIVATE
COMPTON: Say!
What
price
the sergeantmajor?
PRIVATE
CARR: Bennett? He's my pal. I
love
old
Bennett. The galling chain.
And
free
our
native
land. BLOOM: Wildgoose
chase
this. Disorderly houses. Lord knows
where
they
are
gone. Drunks cover distance
double
quick.
Nice
mixup.
Scene
at
Westland row.
Then
jump
in
first
class
with
third
ticket.
Then
too
far.
Train
with
engine
behind.
Might
have
taken
me
to
Malahide
or
a
siding
for
the
night
or
collision.
Second
drink
does it.
Once
is
a
dose.
What
am
I
following
him
for? Still, he's the
best
of
that
lot.
If
I hadn't heard
about
Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't
have
gone
and
wouldn't
have
met. Kismet. He'll
lose
that
cash. Relieving
office
here.
Good
biz
for
cheapjacks, organs.
What
do
ye
lack?
Soon
got,
soon
gone.
Might
have
lost my
life
too
with
that
mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut
only
for
presence
of
mind. Can't
always
save you, though.
If
I had passed Truelock's
window
that
day
two
minutes
later would
have
been shot.
Absence
of
body.
Still
if
bullet
only
went through my coat
get
damages
for
shock,
five
hundred
pounds.
What
was
he? Kildare
street
club toff.
God
help
his
gamekeeper. THE WREATHS:
Sweet
are
the sweets. Sweets
of
sin. THE WATCH: Bloom.
Of
Bloom.
For
Bloom. Bloom. FIRST WATCH: Caught
in
the act.
Commit
no nuisance. THE GULLS: Kaw kave kankury kake. BLOOM: The
friend
of
man. Trained
by
kindness.
BOB
DORAN: Towser.
Give
us
the paw.
Give
the paw.
SECOND
WATCH:
Prevention
of
cruelty
to
animals. FIRST WATCH: Come.
Name
and
address. FIRST WATCH: Proof.
SECOND
WATCH: An alibi.
You
are
cautioned. THE DARK MERCURY: The Castle
is
looking
for
him.
He
was
drummed
out
of
the army. BLOOM: Gentlemen
of
the jury,
let
me
explain.
A
pure
mare's nest. I
am
a
man
misunderstood. I
am
being
made
a
scapegoat
of. I
am
a
respectable married man, without
a
stain
on
my character. I
live
in
Eccles street. My wife, I
am
the
daughter
of
a
most
distinguished commander,
a
gallant
upstanding
gentleman,
what
do
you
call
him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy,
one
of
Britain's fighting men
who
helped
to
win
our
battles. Got
his
majority
for
the
heroic
defence
of
Rorke's Drift. FIRST WATCH: Regiment.
A
VOICE: Turncoat!
Up
the Boers!
Who
booed Joe Chamberlain? FIRST WATCH:
Profession
or
trade. BLOOM: Well, I
follow
a
literary
occupation, author-journalist.
In
fact
we
are
just
bringing
out
a
collection
of
prize
stories
of
which
I
am
the inventor,
something
that
is
an entirely
new
departure. I
am
connected
with
the British
and
Irish press.
If
you
ring up...
A
VOICE
FROM
THE GALLERY: Moses, Moses,
king
of
the jews, Wiped
his
arse
in
the
Daily
News. FIRST WATCH: The
King
versus
Bloom.
Call
the
woman
Driscoll. THE CRIER: Mary Driscoll, scullerymaid!
SECOND
WATCH: Another!
Are
you
of
the unfortunate class? FIRST WATCH:
What
do
you
tax
him
with? MARY DRISCOLL:
He
made
a
certain
suggestion
but I
thought
more
of
myself
as
poor
as
I am. FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of?
Did
something
happen? MARY DRISCOLL:
He
surprised
me
in
the rere
of
the premises, Your honour,
when
the missus
was
out
shopping
one
morning
with
a
request
for
a
safety
pin.
He
held
me
and
I
was
discoloured
in
four places
as
a
result.
And
he
interfered twict
with
my clothing. BLOOM:
She
counterassaulted. Li li poo lil chile Blingee pigfoot evly
night
Payee
two
shilly... BLOOM:
A
penny
in
the pound. MRS YELVERTON BARRY:
Shame
on
him! MRS BELLINGHAM:
He
addressed
me
in
several
handwritings
with
fulsome
compliments
as
a
Venus
in
furs
and
alleged
profound
pity
for
my frostbound coachman
Palmer
while
in
the
same
breath
he
expressed
himself
as
envious
of
his
earflaps
and
fleecy sheepskins
and
of
his
fortunate
proximity
to
my person,
when
standing
behind
my chair wearing my
livery
and
the armorial bearings
of
the Bellingham
escutcheon
garnished sable,
a
buck's
head
couped or.
He
lauded
almost
extravagantly my
nether
extremities, my
swelling
calves
in
silk
hose drawn
up
to
the limit,
and
eulogised glowingly my
other
hidden
treasures
in
priceless
lace
which,
he
said,
he
could
conjure
up.
He
urged
me
(stating
that
he
felt
it
his
mission
in
life
to
urge me)
to
defile
the
marriage
bed,
to
commit
adultery
at
the earliest
possible
opportunity. MRS BELLINGHAM:
Me
too. MRS YELVERTON BARRY:
Me
too. THE
HONOURABLE
MRS MERVYN TALBOYS:
Very
much
so! I'll
make
it
hot
for
you. I'll
make
you
dance
Jack
Latten
for
that. MRS BELLINGHAM:
Tan
his
breech well, the upstart!
Write
the stars
and
stripes
on
it! MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Disgraceful! There's no
excuse
for
him!
A
married man! BLOOM: All
these
people. I meant
only
the spanking idea.
A
warm
tingling
glow
without effusion. Refined birching
to
stimulate
the circulation. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. THE QUOITS: Jigjag. Jigajiga. Jigjag. THE
NAMELESS
ONE: Bareback riding.
Weight
for
age. Gob,
he
organised her. FIRST WATCH:
He
is
a
marked
man.
Another
girl's
plait
cut. Wanted:
Jack
the Ripper.
A
thousand
pounds reward. THE BELLS: Heigho! Heigho! FIRST WATCH:
Infernal
machine
with
a
time
fuse. BLOOM: No, no. Pig's feet. I
was
at
a
funeral. PADDY DIGNAM: Bloom, I
am
Paddy Dignam's spirit. List, list, O list! BLOOM: The voice
is
the voice
of
Esau. FIRST WATCH:
It
is
not
in
the
penny
catechism. PADDY DIGNAM:
By
metempsychosis. Spooks.
A
VOICE: O rocks. JOHN O'CONNELL:
Burial
docket
letter
number
U. P. eightyfive thousand.
Field
seventeen.
House
of
Keys. Plot,
one
hundred
and
one. PADDY DIGNAM:
Pray
for
the
repose
of
his
soul. BLOOM:
A
man's touch.
Sad
music. Church music.
Perhaps
here. ZOE:
Are
you
looking
for
someone? He's
inside
with
his
friend. BLOOM:
Is
this
Mrs Mack's? BLOOM: Not I! ZOE:
You
both
in
black. Has
little
mousey
any
tickles tonight? ZOE: How's the nuts? BLOOM:
Off
side. Curiously
they
are
on
the right. Heavier, I suppose.
One
in
a
million
my tailor, Mesias, says. BLOOM: Not likely. ZOE: I feel it. BLOOM:
A
talisman. Heirloom. ZOE:
For
Zoe?
For
keeps?
For
being
so
nice, eh? ZOE: You'll
know
me
the
next
time. ZOE:
And
you
know
what
thought
did? ZOE:
Go
on.
Make
a
stump
speech
out
of
it. THE CHIMES:
Turn
again, Leopold! Lord
mayor
of
Dublin! AN ELECTOR:
Three
times
three
for
our
future
chief
magistrate! THE TORCHBEARERS: Hooray! COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Carried unanimously. BLOOM'S BOYS: The wren, the wren, The
king
of
all birds, Saint Stephen's
his
day
Was
caught
in
the furze.
A
PAVIOR
AND
FLAGGER: That's the
famous
Bloom
now, the world's greatest reformer. Hats off!
A
BELLHANGER:
A
classic
face!
He
has the
forehead
of
a
thinker. THE
BISHOP
OF
DOWN
AND
CONNOR: I here
present
your undoubted emperor-president
and
king-chairman, the
most
serene
and
potent
and
very
puissant
ruler
of
this
realm.
God
save Leopold the First! ALL:
God
save Leopold the First! THE PEERS: I
do
become
your
liege
man
of
life
and
limb
to
earthly
worship. BLOOM: My subjects!
We
hereby
nominate
our
faithful
charger
Copula
Felix
hereditary
Grand
Vizier
and
announce
that
we
have
this
day
repudiated
our
former
spouse
and
have
bestowed
our
royal
hand
upon
the
princess
Selene, the
splendour
of
night. TOM KERNAN:
You
deserve
it, your honour. THE
CHAPEL
OF
FREEMAN
TYPESETTERS: Hear! Hear! JOHN WYSE NOLAN: There's the
man
that
got
away
James Stephens.
A
BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: Bravo! AN
OLD
RESIDENT: You're
a
credit
to
your country, sir, that's
what
you
are. AN APPLEWOMAN: He's
a
man
like
Ireland wants. BLOOM: My beloved subjects,
a
new
era
is
about
to
dawn. I, Bloom,
tell
you
verily
it
is
even
now
at
hand. Yea,
on
the
word
of
a
Bloom,
ye
shall
ere
long
enter
into
the
golden
city
which
is
to
be, the
new
Bloomusalem
in
the
Nova
Hibernia
of
the future. THE
MAN
IN
THE MACINTOSH: Don't
you
believe
a
word
he
says.
That
man
is
Leopold M'Intosh, the
notorious
fireraiser.
His
real
name
is
Higgins. BLOOM: Shoot him!
Dog
of
a
christian!
So
much
for
M'Intosh! THE WOMEN:
Little
father!
Little
father! THE BABES
AND
SUCKLINGS: Clap clap hands
till
Poldy comes home, Cakes
in
his
pocket
for
Leo alone. JIMMY HENRY: The Court
of
Conscience
is
now
open.
His
Most
Catholic
Majesty
will
now
administer
open
air justice.
Free
medical
and
legal
advice,
solution
of
doubles
and
other
problems. All cordially invited.
Given
at
this
our
loyal
city
of
Dublin
in
the
year
I
of
the
Paradisiacal
Era. PADDY LEONARD:
What
am
I
to
do
about
my rates
and
taxes? BLOOM:
Pay
them, my friend. PADDY LEONARD:
Thank
you. NOSEY FLYNN:
Can
I
raise
a
mortgage
on
my
fire
insurance? J. J. O'MOLLOY:
A
Daniel
did
I say? Nay!
A
Peter O'Brien! NOSEY FLYNN:
Where
do
I
draw
the
five
pounds? PISSER BURKE:
For
bladder
trouble? BLOOM: CHRIS CALLINAN:
What
is
the
parallax
of
the subsolar
ecliptic
of
Aldebaran? BLOOM: Pleased
to
hear
from
you, Chris. K. II. JOE HYNES:
Why
aren't
you
in
uniform? BLOOM:
When
my
progenitor
of
sainted
memory
wore the uniform
of
the Austrian
despot
in
a
dank
prison
where
was
yours?
BEN
DOLLARD: Pansies? BLOOM:
Embellish
(beautify)
suburban
gardens.
BEN
DOLLARD:
When
twins arrive? BLOOM: Father (pater, dad) starts thinking. LARRY O'ROURKE: An eightday
licence
for
my
new
premises.
You
remember
me, sir Leo,
when
you
were
in
number
seven. I'm sending
around
a
dozen
of
stout
for
the missus. CROFTON:
This
is
indeed
a
festivity. ALEXANDER KEYES:
When
will
we
have
our
own
house
of
keys? BLOOM: I
stand
for
the
reform
of
municipal
morals
and
the
plain
ten commandments.
New
worlds
for
old. Union
of
all, jew, moslem
and
gentile.
Three
acres
and
a
cow
for
all children
of
nature.
Saloon
motor
hearses.
Compulsory
manual
labour
for
all. All parks
open
to
the public
day
and
night.
Electric
dishscrubbers. Tuberculosis, lunacy,
war
and
mendicancy
must
now
cease.
General
amnesty, weekly
carnival
with
masked licence, bonuses
for
all, esperanto the
universal
language
with
universal
brotherhood. No
more
patriotism
of
barspongers
and
dropsical impostors.
Free
money,
free
rent,
free
love
and
a
free
lay
church
in
a
free
lay
state. O'MADDEN BURKE:
Free
fox
in
a
free
henroost. BLOOM: Mixed races
and
mixed marriage. LENEHAN:
What
about
mixed bathing? FATHER FARLEY:
He
is
an episcopalian, an agnostic, an anythingarian seeking
to
overthrow
our
holy
faith. NOSEY FLYNN:
Give
us
a
tune, Bloom.
One
of
the
old
sweet
songs. I vowed
that
I
never
would
leave
her,
She
turned
out
a
cruel
deceiver.
With
my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. HOPPY HOLOHAN:
Good
old
Bloom! There's
nobody
like
him
after
all. PADDY LEONARD:
Stage
Irishman! LENEHAN: Plagiarist!
Down
with
Bloom! THE MOB:
Lynch
him! Roast him! He's
as
bad
as
Parnell was. Mr Fox! DR MADDEN: Hypsospadia
is
also
marked.
In
the
interest
of
coming generations I
suggest
that
the parts affected should
be
preserved
in
spirits
of
wine
in
the
national
teratological museum. DR CROTTHERS: I
have
examined the patient's urine.
It
is
albuminoid.
Salivation
is
insufficient, the patellar
reflex
intermittent. BLOOM: O, I
so
want
to
be
a
mother.
A
VOICE: Bloom,
are
you
the
Messiah
ben
Joseph
or
ben
David?
BROTHER
BUZZ:
Then
perform
a
miracle
like
Father Charles.
BANTAM
LYONS:
Prophesy
who
will
win
the Saint Leger.
A
HOLLYBUSH:
And
in
the devil's glen? THE ARTANE ORPHANS:
You
hig,
you
hog,
you
dirty dog!
You
think
the ladies
love
you! THE
PRISON
GATE GIRLS:
If
you
see
Kay
Tell
him
he
may
See
you
in
tea
Tell
him
from
me. MASTIANSKY
AND
CITRON: Belial! Laemlein
of
Istria, the
false
Messiah! Abulafia! Recant! MESIAS:
To
alteration
one
pair
trousers
eleven
shillings. THE
FIRE
BRIGADE: Pflaap! THE CITIZEN:
Thank
heaven! THE DAUGHTERS
OF
ERIN:
Kidney
of
Bloom,
pray
for
us
Flower
of
the Bath,
pray
for
us
Mentor
of
Menton,
pray
for
us
Canvasser
for
the Freeman,
pray
for
us
Charitable
Mason,
pray
for
us
Wandering Soap,
pray
for
us
Sweets
of
Sin,
pray
for
us
Music
without Words,
pray
for
us
Reprover
of
the Citizen,
pray
for
us
Friend
of
all Frillies,
pray
for
us
Midwife
Most
Merciful,
pray
for
us
Potato
Preservative
against
Plague
and
Pestilence,
pray
for
us. ZOE: Talk
away
till
you're
black
in
the face. BLOOM: Laughing witch! The
hand
that
rocks the cradle. ZOE: Babby! THE BUCKLES:
Love
me.
Love
me
not.
Love
me. ZOE: Ladies first, gentlemen after. ZOE: Clap
on
the
back
for
Zoe. 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! THE CAP: Which? Finish.
You
can't. THE CAP: Which? FLORRY:
They
say
the
last
day
is
coming
this
summer. KITTY: No! THE NEWSBOYS: Stop
press
edition.
Result
of
the rockinghorse races.
Sea
serpent
in
the royal canal.
Safe
arrival
of
Antichrist. STEPHEN:
A
time, times
and
half
a
time. ALL: What? THE GRAMOPHONE: Jerusalem!
Open
your gates
and
sing Hosanna... 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
and
enrolled
in
the brown scapular. 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
star. 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 GASJET: Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii! ZOE:
Who
has
a
fag
as
I'm here? LYNCH: I'm not looking BLOOM: Granpapachi. But... VIRAG:
Number
two
on
the
other
hand,
she
of
the
cherry
rouge
and
coiffeuse white,
whose
hair
owes not
a
little
to
our
tribal
elixir
of
gopherwood,
is
in
walking
costume
and
tightly staysed
by
her sit, I should opine. Backbone
in
front,
so
to
say.
Correct
me
but I
always
understood
that
the
act
so
performed
by
skittish
humans
with
glimpses
of
lingerie
appealed
to
you
in
virtue
of
its exhibitionististicicity.
In
a
word. Hippogriff.
Am
I right? BLOOM:
She
is
rather
lean. VIRAG:
We
can
do
you
all brands, mild,
medium
and
strong.
Pay
your money,
take
your choice.
How
happy
could
you
be
with
either... BLOOM: With...? BLOOM: The stye I dislike. BLOOM:
Rosemary
also
did
I
understand
you
to
say
or
willpower
over
parasitic
tissues.
Then
nay no I
have
an inkling. The
touch
of
a
deadhand cures. Mnemo? BLOOM: I wanted
then
to
have
now
concluded. Nightdress
was
never.
Hence
this. But
tomorrow
is
a
new
day
will
be. Past
was
is
today.
What
now
is
will
then
morrow
as
now
was
be
past yester. BLOOM:
Bee
or
bluebottle
too
other
day
butting
shadow
on
wall
dazed
self
then
me
wandered dazed
down
shirt
good
job I... THE MOTH: I'm
a
tiny tiny
thing
Ever
flying
in
the
spring
Round
and
round
a
ringaring.
Long
ago
I
was
a
king
Now
I
do
this
kind
of
thing
On
the wing,
on
the wing! Bing! FLORRY: Sing
us
something. Love's
old
sweet
song. STEPHEN: No voice. I
am
a
most
finished artist. Lynch,
did
I
show
you
the
letter
about
the lute? PHILIP SOBER:
Take
a
fool's advice. All
is
not well.
Work
it
out
with
the buttend
of
a
pencil,
like
a
good
young
idiot.
Three
pounds
twelve
you
got,
two
notes,
one
sovereign,
two
crowns,
if
youth
but knew. Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the Moira, Larchet's, Holles
street
hospital, Burke's. Eh? I
am
watching you. FLORRY:
And
the song? STEPHEN: Spirit
is
willing
but the flesh
is
weak. FLORRY:
Are
you
out
of
Maynooth? You're
like
someone I knew once. ZOE: There
was
a
priest
down
here
two
nights
ago
to
do
his
bit
of
business
with
his
coat buttoned up.
You
needn't
try
to
hide, I says
to
him. I
know
you've
a
Roman
collar. LYNCH: I
hope
you
gave the
good
father
a
penance.
Nine
glorias
for
shooting
a
bishop. BLOOM:
Poor
man! BLOOM: How? KITTY:
And
Mary Shortall
that
was
in
the
lock
with
the pox
she
got
from
Jimmy Pidgeon
in
the blue caps had
a
child
off
him
that
couldn't
swallow
and
was
smothered
with
the convulsions
in
the
mattress
and
we
all subscribed
for
the funeral. LYNCH:
Three
wise
virgins.
A
VOICE:
Hold
that
fellow
with
the
bad
breeches. THE FLYBILL: K. II.
Post
No Bills. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks. HENRY: All
is
lost now. VIRAG'S HEAD: Quack! LYNCH: All
one
and
the
same
God
to
her. LYNCH:
He
is.
A
cardinal's son. STEPHEN:
Cardinal
sin. Monks
of
the screw. THE CARDINAL: Conservio lies captured
He
lies
in
the lowest dungeon
With
manacles
and
chains
around
his
limbs Weighing upwards
of
three
tons. O, the
poor
little
fellow
Hihihihihis legs
they
were
yellow
He
was
plump,
fat
and
heavy
and
brisk
as
a
snake But
some
bloody
savage
To
graize
his
white
cabbage
He
murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake. I'm suffering the
agony
of
the damned.
By
the hoky fiddle,
thanks
be
to
Jesus
those
funny
little
chaps
are
not unanimous.
If
they
were
they'd walk
me
off
the face
of
the
bloody
globe. THE DOORHANDLE: Theeee! ZOE: The
devil
is
in
that
door. ZOE:
Do
as
you're bid. Here! BELLA: My word! I'm all
of
a
mucksweat. BLOOM: Yes. Partly, I
have
mislaid... BLOOM: Yes. Yo. THE HOOF:
Smell
my
hot
goathide. Feel my royal weight. THE HOOF:
If
you
bungle, Handy Andy, I'll
kick
your football
for
you. BLOOM: Not
to
lace
the
wrong
eyelet
as
I
did
the
night
of
the
bazaar
dance.
Bad
luck. Hook
in
wrong
tache
of
her...
person
you
mentioned.
That
night
she
met... Now! BELLO: Dungdevourer! KITTY: Don't
be
too
hard
on
her, Mr Bello.
Sure
you
won't, ma'amsir. BLOOM: Don't
be
cruel, nurse! Don't! BELLO:
Hold
him
down, girls,
till
I squat
on
him. ZOE: Yes. Walk
on
him! I will. FLORRY: I will. Don't
be
greedy. KITTY: No, me.
Lend
him
to
me. BLOOM: Miriam. Black. Demimondaine. BLOOM: Don't
ask
me!
Our
mutual faith. Pleasants street. I
only
thought
the half
of
the... I
swear
on
my
sacred
oath... BLOOM:
Thank
you, mistress.
A
BIDDER:
A
florin. THE LACQUEY: Barang!
A
VOICE:
One
and
eightpence
too
much. CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH:
Must
be
virgin.
Good
breath. Clean. BLOOM: Eccles street... BLOOM: I
was
indecently treated, I...
Inform
the police.
Hundred
pounds. Unmentionable. I... BELLO: Would
if
you
could, lame duck.
A
downpour
we
want
not your drizzle. BLOOM:
To
drive
me
mad! Moll! I forgot! Forgive! Moll... We... Still...
SLEEPY
HOLLOW:
Rip
van Wink!
Rip
van Winkle! MILLY: My! It's Papli! But, O Papli,
how
old
you've grown! BLOOM: They... I... BLOOM: Ten
and
six. The
act
of
low
scoundrels.
Let
me
go. I
will
return. I
will
prove...
A
VOICE: Swear! BELLO:
As
a
paying
guest
or
a
kept man?
Too
late.
You
have
made
your secondbest
bed
and
others
must
lie
in
it. Your
epitaph
is
written.
You
are
down
and
out
and
don't
you
forget
it,
old
bean. THE NYMPH: Mortal!
You
found
me
in
evil
company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists,
popular
generals, immoral panto boys
in
fleshtights
and
the nifty shimmy dancers, La
Aurora
and
Karini, musical act, the
hit
of
the century. I
was
hidden
in
cheap
pink
paper
that
smelt
of
rock oil. I
was
surrounded
by
the stale
smut
of
clubmen, stories
to
disturb
callow
youth, ads
for
transparencies, truedup dice
and
bustpads,
proprietary
articles
and
why
wear
a
truss
with
testimonial
from
ruptured gentleman. Useful hints
to
the married. THE NYMPH: I do.
You
bore
me
away, framed
me
in
oak
and
tinsel,
set
me
above
your
marriage
couch. Unseen,
one
summer
eve,
you
kissed
me
in
four places.
And
with
loving
pencil
you
shaded my eyes, my
bosom
and
my shame. THE NYMPH:
During
dark nights I heard your praise. BLOOM:
You
understood them? THE YEWS: Ssh! THE WATERFALL: Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca. THE ECHO: Sham! THE ECHO: Fool! THE WATERFALL: Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca. BLOOM: I
was
precocious. Youth. The fauna. I sacrificed
to
the
god
of
the forest. The flowers
that
bloom
in
the spring.
It
was
pairing time.
Capillary
attraction
is
a
natural
phenomenon. Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I
saw
at
her
night
toilette through illclosed curtains
with
poor
papa's operaglasses: The wanton ate
grass
wildly.
She
rolled downhill
at
Rialto
bridge
to
tempt
me
with
her flow
of
animal spirits.
She
climbed
their
crooked tree
and
I...
A
saint couldn't
resist
it. The
demon
possessed me. Besides,
who
saw? STAGGERING BOB: (LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING
FROM
HIS
PROMINENT
EYES, SNIVELS) Me.
Me
see. THE DUMMYMUMMY: Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg! BLOOM: Done. Prff! THE VOICE
OF
FLORRY: Here. BLOOM:
It
overpowers me. The
warm
impress
of
her
warm
form.
Even
to
sit
where
a
woman
has sat, especially
with
divaricated thighs,
as
though
to
grant
the
last
favours,
most
especially
with
previously
well
uplifted
white
sateen coatpans.
So
womanly, full.
It
fills
me
full. THE WATERFALL: THE YEWS: Ssh! Sister, speak! THE BUTTON: Bip! THE SLUTS: O, Leopold lost the
pin
of
his
drawers
He
didn't
know
what
to
do,
To
keep
it
up,
To
keep
it
up. BELLA: You'll
know
me
the
next
time. BELLA: I
know
you, canvasser!
Dead
cod! BLOOM: I
saw
him, kipkeeper! Pox
and
gleet
vendor! ZOE: Forfeits,
a
fine
thing
and
a
superfine thing. ZOE:
Give
a
thing
and
take
it
back
God'll
ask
you
where
is
that
You'll
say
you
don't
know
God'll
send
you
down
below. BLOOM: There
is
a
memory
attached
to
it. I should
like
to
have
it. STEPHEN:
To
have
or
not
to
have
that
is
the question. FLORRY:
And
me? STEPHEN: The
fox
crew, the cocks flew, The bells
in
heaven
Were
striking eleven. 'Tis
time
for
her
poor
soul
To
get
out
of
heaven. BLOOM:
This
is
yours. STEPHEN: Lucifer. Thanks. BLOOM:
That
is
one
pound
six
and
eleven.
One
pound
seven, say. STEPHEN: Doesn't
matter
a
rambling damn. BLOOM: No, but... ZOE:
It
was
a
commercial traveller married her
and
took her
away
with
him. STEPHEN:
Lamb
of
London,
who
takest
away
the sins
of
our
world. ZOE:
Is
he
hungry? Hangende Hunger, Fragende Frau, Macht uns alle kaputt. FATHER DOLAN:
Any
boy
want
flogging?
Broke
his
glasses?
Lazy
idle
little
schemer.
See
it
in
your eye.
DON
JOHN CONMEE: Now, Father Dolan! Now. I'm
sure
that
Stephen
is
a
very
good
little
boy! ZOE:
What
day
were
you
born? STEPHEN: Thursday. Today. BLOOM: Wrong.
BLACK
LIZ: Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook. ZOE: I see, says the blind man.
Tell
us
news. FLORRY: What? LENEHAN: Ho!
What
do
I here behold?
Were
you
brushing the cobwebs
off
a
few
quims? LENEHAN:
A
good
night's work. BLOOM:
Thank
you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy
is
in
her bath, sir. BELLA: What?
What
is
it? MARION:
Let
him
look, the pishogue! Pimp!
And
scourge
himself! I'll
write
to
a
powerful
prostitute
or
Bartholomona, the bearded woman,
to
raise
weals
out
on
him
an inch
thick
and
make
him
bring
me
back
a
signed
and
stamped receipt. BOYLAN: (clasps himself) Here, I can't
hold
this
little
lot
much
longer. (he strides
off
on
stiff
cavalry
legs) BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Ho ho! Ha ha! Hee hee! ZOE: Before you're
twice
married
and
once
a
widower. BLOOM: Lapses
are
condoned.
Even
the
great
Napoleon
when
measurements
were
taken
next
the skin
after
his
death... FREDDY: Ah, ma, you're dragging
me
along! SUSY: Mamma, the beeftea
is
fizzing over!
And
they
call
me
the
jewel
of
Asia! BELLA:
None
of
that
here.
Come
to
the
wrong
shop. LYNCH:
Let
him
alone. He's
back
from
Paris. THE WHORES: Bravo! Parleyvoo! STEPHEN:
Mark
me. I dreamt
of
a
watermelon. ZOE:
Go
abroad
and
love
a
foreign
lady. LYNCH:
Across
the
world
for
a
wife. FLORRY: Dreams goes
by
contraries. BLOOM: I say, look... 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! THE
GREEN
LODGES:
Soft
day, sir John!
Soft
day, your honour! STEPHEN: Hark!
Our
friend
noise
in
the street.
PRIVATE
CARR,
PRIVATE
COMPTON
AND
CISSY
CAFFREY:
Yet
I've
a
sort
a
Yorkshire relish for... BLOOM: Who'll...? THE PIANOLA:
Two
young
fellows
were
talking
about
their
girls, girls, girls, Sweethearts they'd
left
behind... HOURS:
You
may
touch
my. CAVALIERS:
May
I
touch
your? HOURS: O, but lightly! CAVALIERS: O,
so
lightly! THE PIANOLA: My
little
shy
little
lass
has
a
waist. THE BRACELETS: Heigho! Heigho! ZOE: I'm giddy! MAGINNI: Boulangčre! Les ronds! Les ponts! Chevaux
de
bois! Escargots! THE PIANOLA: Best,
best
of
all, Baraabum! KITTY: (JUMPS UP) O,
they
played
that
on
the hobbyhorses
at
the Mirus bazaar! THE PIANOLA: My girl's
a
Yorkshire girl. ZOE: Yorkshire through
and
through.
Come
on
all! THE PIANOLA: Though she's
a
factory
lass
And
wears no fancy clothes. TUTTI: Encore! Bis! Bravo! Encore! SIMON:
Think
of
your mother's people! STEPHEN: Dance
of
death. STEPHEN: Ho! THE CHOIR: Liliata rutilantium te confessorum... Iubilantium te virginum... THE MOTHER:
Who
saved
you
the
night
you
jumped
into
the
train
at
Dalkey
with
Paddy Lee?
Who
had
pity
for
you
when
you
were
sad
among
the strangers?
Prayer
is
allpowerful.
Prayer
for
the suffering souls
in
the Ursuline
manual
and
forty
days' indulgence. Repent, Stephen. STEPHEN: The ghoul! Hyena! THE MOTHER: I
pray
for
you
in
my
other
world.
Get
Dilly
to
make
you
that
boiled
rice
every
night
after
your brainwork. Years
and
years I loved you, O, my son, my firstborn,
when
you
lay
in
my womb. STEPHEN: No! No! No!
Break
my spirit, all
of
you,
if
you
can! I'll
bring
you
all
to
heel! THE GASJET: Pwfungg! BLOOM: Stop! BELLA: Police!
A
WHORE:
He
tore
his
coat. BELLA:
Do
you
want
me
to
call
the police? STEPHEN: Addressed her
in
vocative
feminine. Probably neuter. Ungenitive. VOICES: No,
he
didn't. I seen him. The
girl
there.
He
was
in
Mrs Cohen's. What's up? Soldier
and
civilian.
CISSY
CAFFREY: I
was
in
company
with
the soldiers
and
they
left
me
to
do—you know,
and
the
young
man
run
up
behind
me. But I'm
faithful
to
the
man
that's treating
me
though I'm
only
a
shilling
whore. VOICES: Shes faithfultheman.
CISSY
CAFFREY: Yes,
to
go
with
him.
And
me
with
a
soldier friend.
PRIVATE
COMPTON:
He
doesn't half
want
a
thick
ear, the blighter. Biff
him
one, Harry.
PRIVATE
COMPTON: Biff him, Harry.
BIDDY
THE CLAP:
Did
you
hear
what
the
professor
said? He's
a
professor
out
of
the college. CUNTY KATE: I did. I heard that.
BIDDY
THE CLAP:
He
expresses
himself
with
such
marked
refinement
of
phraseology. CUNTY KATE: Indeed, yes.
And
at
the
same
time
with
such
apposite
trenchancy. My methods
are
new
and
are
causing surprise.
To
make
the blind
see
I throw dust
in
their
eyes.
PRIVATE
COMPTON: Eh, Harry,
give
him
a
kick
in
the knackers.
Stick
one
into
Jerry.
PRIVATE
CARR: I don't
give
a
bugger
who
he
is.
PRIVATE
COMPTON:
We
don't
give
a
bugger
who
he
is. STEPHEN: I
seem
to
annoy
them.
Green
rag
to
a
bull.
BIDDY
THE CLAP:
One
immediately observes
that
he
is
of
patrician
lineage. THE VIRAGO:
Green
above
the red, says he. Wolfe Tone. THE BAWD: The red's
as
good
as
the green.
And
better.
Up
the soldiers!
Up
King
Edward!
May
the
God
above
Send
down
a
dove
With
teeth
as
sharp
as
razors
To
slit
the throats
Of
the English dogs
That
hanged
our
Irish leaders. I
bear
no
hate
to
a
living
thing, But I
love
my
country
beyond
the king. THE CROPPY BOY: Horhot ho hray hor hother's hest.
On
coronation
day,
on
coronation
day, O, won't
we
have
a
merry
time, Drinking whisky,
beer
and
wine!
PRIVATE
CARR: Here.
What
are
you
saying
about
my king?
PRIVATE
CARR:
Who
wants your bleeding money? STEPHEN: Aha! I
know
you, gammer! Hamlet, revenge! The
old
sow
that
eats
her farrow! STEPHEN:
How
do
I
stand
you? The
hat
trick! Where's the
third
person
of
the Blessed Trinity? Soggarth Aroon? The
reverend
Carrion
Crow.
A
ROUGH:
Our
men retreated.
PRIVATE
COMPTON:
Go
it, Harry.
Do
him
one
in
the eye. He's
a
proboer. STEPHEN:
Did
I? When?
PRIVATE
CARR: I'll
do
him
in.
CISSY
CAFFREY: They're going
to
fight.
For
me! CUNTY KATE: The
brave
and
the fair.
BIDDY
THE CLAP:
Methinks
yon sable knight
will
joust
it
with
the best. STEPHEN: The harlot's
cry
from
street
to
street
Shall
weave
Old
Ireland's windingsheet.
White
thy fambles,
red
thy gan
And
thy quarrons
dainty
is. VOICES: Police!
DISTANT
VOICES: Dublin's burning! Dublin's burning!
On
fire,
on
fire! THE
REVEREND
MR HAINES LOVE:
To
the
devil
which
hath
made
glad
my
young
days. THE VOICE
OF
ALL THE DAMNED: Htengier Tnetopinmo
Dog
Drol eht rof, Aiulella! ADONAI: Dooooooooooog! THE VOICE
OF
ALL THE BLESSED: Alleluia,
for
the Lord
God
Omnipotent
reigneth! ADONAI: Goooooooooood! (THE RETRIEVER, NOSING
ON
THE
FRINGE
OF
THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.) STEPHEN: Stick, no. Reason.
This
feast
of
pure
reason. THE CROWD:
Let
him
up! Don't strike
him
when
he's down! Air! Who? The soldier
hit
him. He's
a
professor.
Is
he
hurted? Don't manhandle him! He's fainted!
A
HAG:
What
call
had the
redcoat
to
strike the gentleman
and
he
under the influence.
Let
them
go
and
fight
the Boers! THE BAWD:
Listen
to
who's talking! Hasn't the soldier
a
right
to
go
with
his
girl?
He
gave
him
the coward's blow. FIRST WATCH: What's
wrong
here?
SECOND
WATCH:
Who
are
you?
Do
you
know
him?
SECOND
WATCH: I don't
want
your instructions
in
the discharge
of
my duty. FIRST WATCH:
Name
and
address.
SECOND
WATCH: Night, Mr Kelleher.
SECOND
WATCH: All right, Mr Kelleher.
Good
night.
CORNY
KELLEHER: I'll
see
to
that. FIRST WATCH: O. I understand, sir.
SECOND
WATCH: That's all right, sir. FIRST WATCH:
It
was
only
in
case
of
corporal
injuries I'd
have
to
report
it
at
the station.
SECOND
WATCH: It's
our
duty.
CORNY
KELLEHER:
Good
night, men. BLOOM: I
was
just
going
home
by
Gardiner
street
when
I happened to... THE HORSE: Hohohohohohoh! Hohohohome! BLOOM: No,
in
Sandycove, I believe,
from
what
he
let
drop. BLOOM: No, no, no. I
have
his
money
and
his
hat
here
and
stick. BLOOM:
Good
night. I'll
just
wait
and
take
him
along
in
a
few... BLOOM: Night. Who... drive... Fergus
now
And
pierce... wood's woven shade?... ... shadows... the woods ...
white
breast...
dim
sea.