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with red floating tie and apache cap) Mankind is incorri-
gible. Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the new world that
potato and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by ab-
sorption, the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart, memory,
will understanding, all. That is to say he brought the poison
a hundred years before another person whose name I forget
brought the food. Suicide. Lies. All our habits. Why, look at
our public life!
(Midnight chimes from distant steeples.)
THE CHIMES: Turn again, Leopold! Lord mayor of
Dublin!
BLOOM: (In alderman’s gown and chain) Electors of Ar-
ran Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock,
better run a tramline, I say, from the cattlemarket to the riv-
er. That’s the music of the future. That’s my programme. Cui
bono? But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their phan-
tom ship of finance ...
AN ELECTOR: Three times three for our future chief
magistrate!
(The aurora borealis of the torchlight procession leaps.)
THE TORCHBEARERS: Hooray!
(Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and free-
men of the city shake hands with Bloom and congratulate
him. Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin,
imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold chain and white silk tie,
confers with councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens. They
nod vigorously in agreement.)
LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (In scarlet robe
with mace, gold mayoral chain and large white silk scarf)