Ulysses
ear of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly) Ah, naugh-
ty, naughty! (He eats a raw turnip offered him by Maurice
Butterly, farmer) Fine! Splendid! (He refuses to accept three
shillings offered him by Joseph Hynes, journalist) My dear
fellow, not at all! (He gives his coat to a beggar) Please ac-
cept. (He takes part in a stomach race with elderly male and
female cripples) Come on, boys! Wriggle it, girls!
THE CITIZEN: (Choked with emotion, brushes aside a
tear in his emerald muffler) May the good God bless him!
(The rams’ horns sound for silence. The standard of Zion
is hoisted.)
BLOOM: (Uncloaks impressively, revealing obesity, un-
rolls a paper and reads solemnly) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth
Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Ros-
chaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim
Meshuggah Talith.
(An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant
town clerk.)
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 in-
surance?