Ulysses
five ten times. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every po-
sitions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire
act awfully bestial butcher’s boy pollutes in warm veal liver
or omlet on the belly pièce de Shakespeare.
BELLA: (Clapping her belly sinks back on the sofa, with a
shout of laughter) An omelette on the ... Ho! ho! ho! ho! ...
omelette on the ...
STEPHEN: (Mincingly) I love you, sir darling. Speak you
englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. O yes, mon
loup. How much cost? Waterloo. Watercloset. (He ceases
suddenly and holds up a forefinger)
BELLA: (Laughing) Omelette ...
THE WHORES: (Laughing) Encore! Encore!
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.
STEPHEN: (Extends his arms) It was here. Street of har-
lots. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy
widow. Where’s the red carpet spread?
BLOOM: (Approaching Stephen) Look ...
STEPHEN: No, I flew. My foes beneath me. And ever
shall be. World without end. (He cries) Pater! Free!
BLOOM: I say, look ...
STEPHEN: Break my spirit, will he? O merde alors! (He
cries, his vulture talons sharpened) Hola! Hillyho!
(Simon Dedalus’ voice hilloes in answer, somewhat sleepy
but ready.)
SIMON: That’s all right. (He swoops uncertainly through