Ulysses
ing, noon and twilight hours retreat before them. They are
masked, with daggered hair and bracelets of dull bells. Wea-
ry they curchycurchy under veils.)
THE BRACELETS: Heigho! Heigho!
ZOE: (Twirling, her hand to her brow) O!
MAGINNI: Les tiroirs! Chaîne de dames! La corbeille!
Dos à dos!
(Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the floor,
weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.)
ZOE: I’m giddy!
(She frees herself, droops on a chair. Stephen seizes Florry
and turns with her.)
MAGINNI: Boulangère! Les ronds! Les ponts! Chevaux
de bois! Escargots!
(Twining, receding, with interchanging hands the night
hours link each each with arching arms in a mosaic of move-
ments. Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously.)
MAGINNI: Dansez avec vos dames! Changez de dames!
Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! Remerciez!
THE PIANOLA:Best, best of all,
Baraabum!KITTY: (JUMPS UP) O, they played that on the hobby-
horses at the Mirus bazaar!
(She runs to Stephen. He leaves florry brusquely and seiz-
es Kitty. A screaming bittern’s harsh high whistle shrieks.
Groangrousegurgling Toft’s cumbersome whirligig turns