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ment before the next Lessing says. Thirsty fox. (He laughs
loudly) Burying his grandmother. Probably he killed her.
BLOOM: That is one pound six and eleven. One pound
seven, say.
STEPHEN: Doesn’t matter a rambling damn.
BLOOM: No, but ...
STEPHEN: (Comes to the table) Cigarette, please. (Lynch
tosses a cigarette from the sofa to the table) And so Georgina
Johnson is dead and married. (A cigarette appears on the
table. Stephen looks at it) Wonder. Parlour magic. Married.
Hm. (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette
with enigmatic melancholy)
LYNCH: (Watching him) You would have a better chance
of lighting it if you held the match nearer.
STEPHEN: (Brings the match near his eye) Lynx eye.
Must get glasses. Broke them yesterday. Sixteen years ago.
Distance. The eye sees all flat. (He draws the match away. It
goes out.) Brain thinks. Near: far. Ineluctable modality of
the visible. (He frowns mysteriously) Hm. Sphinx. The beast
that has twobacks at midnight. Married.
ZOE: It was a commercial traveller married her and took
her away with him.
FLORRY: (Nods) Mr Lambe from London.
STEPHEN: Lamb of London, who takest away the sins
of our world.
LYNCH: (Embracing Kitty on the sofa, chants deeply)
Dona nobis pacem.
(The cigarette slips from Stephen ‘s fingers. Bloom picks it
up and throws it in the grate.)