0 Ulysses
J. J. O’MOLLOY: (Hotly to the populace) This is a lone-
hand fight. By Hades, I will not have any client of mine
gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and
laughing hyenas. The Mosaic code has superseded the law
of the jungle. I say it and I say it emphatically, without wish-
ing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice, accused
was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not
been tampered with. The young person was treated by de-
fendant as if she were his very own daughter. (Bloom takes J.
J. O’Molloy’s hand and raises it to his lips.) I shall call rebut-
ting evidence to prove up to the hilt that the hidden hand
is again at its old game. When in doubt persecute Bloom.
My client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man
in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured
modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took
the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her
condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. He wants
to go straight. I regard him as the whitest man I know. He
is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of
his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia
Minor, slides of which will now be shown. (To Bloom) I sug-
gest that you will do the handsome thing.
BLOOM: A penny in the pound.
(The image of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cat-
tle cropping in silver haze is projected on the wall. Moses
Dlugacz, ferreteyed albino, in blue dungarees, stands up in
the gallery, holding in each hand an orange citron and a pork
kidney.)
DLUGACZ: (Hoarsely) Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13.