0 Ulysses
Drinking whisky, beer and wine!PRIVATE CARR: Here. What are you saying about my
king?
STEPHEN: (Throws up his hands) O, this is too monoto-
nous! Nothing. He wants my money and my life, though
want must be his master, for some brutish empire of his.
Money I haven’t. (He searches his pockets vaguely) GAVE IT
TO SOMEONE.
PRIVATE CARR: Who wants your bleeding money?
STEPHEN: (Tries to move off) Will someone tell me
where I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Ça se
voit aussi à paris. Not that I ... But, by Saint Patrick ...!
(The women’s heads coalesce. Old Gummy Granny in sug-
arloaf hat appears seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of
the potato blight on her breast.)
STEPHEN: Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet, revenge!
The old sow that eats her farrow!
OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Rocking to and fro) Ireland’s
sweetheart, the king of Spain’s daughter, alanna. Strangers
in my house, bad manners to them! (She keens with banshee
woe) Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine! (She wails) You met
with poor old Ireland and how does she stand?
STEPHEN: How do I stand you? The hat trick! Where’s
the third person of the Blessed Trinity? Soggarth Aroon?
The reverend Carrion Crow.
CISSY CAFFREY: (Shrill) Stop them from fighting!
A ROUGH: Our men retreated.
PRIVATE CARR: (Tugging at his belt) I’ll wring the neck