Ulysses
That alderman sir Leo Bloom’s speech be printed at the
expense of the ratepayers. That the house in which he was
born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that
the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork
street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom.
COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Carried unani-
mously.
BLOOM: (Impassionedly) These flying Dutchmen or lying
Dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop, casting
dice, what reck they? Machines is their cry, their chimera,
their panacea. Laboursaving apparatuses, supplanters, bug-
bears, manufactured monsters for mutual murder, hideous
hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon
our prostituted labour. The poor man starves while they are
grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants
and phartridges in their purblind pomp of pelf and power.
But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev ...
(Prolonged applause. Venetian masts, maypoles and fes-
tal arches spring up. A streamer bearing the legends Cead
Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street.
All the windows are thronged with sightseers, chiefly ladies.
Along the route the regiments of the royal Dublin Fusiliers,
the King’s own Scottish Borderers, the Cameron Highlanders
and the Welsh Fusiliers standing to attention, keep back the
crowd. Boys from High school are perched on the lampposts,
telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots,
railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the
cloud appears. A fife and drum band is heard in the distance
playing the Kol Nidre. The beaters approach with imperial