Ulysses
and Bella push the table towards the fireplace. Stephen, arm-
ing Zoe with exaggerated grace, begins to waltz her round
the room. Bloom stands aside. Her sleeve filling from grac-
ing arms reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination. Between
the curtains Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint
of which spins a silk hat. With a deft kick he sends it spinning
to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in. He wears a slate
frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a gorget of cream tulle, a
green lowcut waistcoat, stock collar with white kerchief, tight
lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. In his
buttonhole is an immense dahlia. He twirls in reversed di-
rections a clouded cane, then wedges it tight in his oxter. He
places a hand lightly on his breastbone, bows, and fondles his
flower and buttons.)
MAGINNI: The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics.
No connection with Madam Legget Byrne’s or Levenston’s.
Fancy dress balls arranged. Deportment. The Katty Lanner
step. So. Watch me! My terpsichorean abilities. (He minuets
forward three paces on tripping bee’s feet) Tout le monde en
avant! Révérence! Tout le monde en place!</p>
(The prelude ceases. Professor Goodwin, beating vague
arms shrivels, sinks, his live cape filling about the stool. The
air in firmer waltz time sounds. Stephen and Zoe circle freely.
The lights change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.)
THE PIANOLA:Two young fellows were talking about their girls, girls, girls,
Sweethearts they’ d left behind ...