0 Ulysses
BLOOM: Don’t smoke. You ought to eat. Cursed dog I
met. (To Zoe) You have nothing?
ZOE: Is he hungry?
STEPHEN: (Extends his hand to her smiling and chants
to the air of the bloodoath in the Dusk of the Gods)Hangende Hunger,
Fragende Frau,
Macht uns alle kaputt.ZOE: (Tragically) Hamlet, I am thy father’s gimlet! (She
takes his hand) Blue eyes beauty I’ll read your hand. (She
points to his forehead) No wit, no wrinkles. (She counts)
Two, three, Mars, that’s courage. (Stephen shakes his head)
No kid.
LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. The youth who could
not shiver and shake. (To Zoe) Who taught you palmistry?
ZOE: (Turns) Ask my ballocks that I haven’t got. (To Ste-
phen) I see it in your face. The eye, like that. (She frowns with
lowered head)
LYNCH: (Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice) Like that.
Pandybat.
(Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the coffin of the pianola
flies open, the bald little round jack-in-the-box head of Fa-
ther Dolan springs up.)
FATHER DOLAN: Any boy want flogging? Broke his
glasses? Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eye.
(Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the head of Don John
Conmee rises from the pianola coffin.)