marion's voice (hoarsely, sweetly rising to her throat.) o! weeshwashtkissima, pooisthnapoohuck!
bloom (his eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself) ! hide! ! plough her! more! shoot!
bella, zoe, florry. kitty ho ho! ha ha! hee hee!
lynch (points.) the mirror up to nature. (he laughs.) hu hu hu hu hu hu.
(stephen and bloom gaze in the mirror. the face of william shakespeare, beardless, appears there, rigid in facial paralysis, crowned by the reflection of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the hall.)shakespeare (in dignified ventriloquy.) 'tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind. (to bloom.) thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. gaze. (he crows with a black capon's laugh.) iagogo! how my oldfellow chokit his thursdaymomun. iagogogo!
bloom (smiles yellowly at the whores.) when will i hear the joke?
zoe before you're twice married and once a widower.
bloom lapses are condoned. even the great napoleon, when measurements were taken near the skin after his death...
(mrs dignam, widow woman, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with deathtalk, tears and tunny's tawny sherry, hurries by in her weeds, her bonnet awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets. beneath her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and turnedup boots, lace eights. she holds a scottish widow's insurance policy and lace marqueeumbrella under which her brood runs with her, patsy hopping on one short foot, his collar loose, a hank of porksteaks dangling, freddy whimpering, susy with a crying cods mouth, alice struggling with the baby. she cuffs them on, her streamers flaunting aloft.)freddy ah, ma, you're dragging me along!
susy mamma, the beeftea is fizzing over!
shakespeare (with paralytic rage.) weda seca whokilla farst.
(the face of martin cunningham, bearded, refeatures shakespeares beardless face. the marqueeumbrella sways drunkenly, the children run aside. under the umbrella appears mrs cunningham in merry widow hat and kimono gown. she glides sidling and bowing, twisting japanesily.)mrs cunningham (sings.) and they call me the jewel of asia.