owling teeth； and snores again。 On a step a gnome totting among a rubbish tip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones。 A crone standing by with a smoky oil lamp rams the last bottle in the maw of his sack。 He heaves his booty； tugs askew his peaked cap and hobbles off mutely。 The crone makes back for her lair swaying her lamp。 A bandy child； asquat on the doorstep with a papershuttlecock； crawls sidling after her in spurts； clutches her skirt； scrambles up。 A drunken navvy ups with both hands the railings of an area； lurching heavily。 At a corner two night watch in shoulder capes； their hands upon their staffholsters； loom tall。 A plate crashes； a woman screams； a child wails。 Oaths of a man roar； mutter； cease。 Figures wander； lurk； peer from warrens。 In a room lit by a candle stuck in a bottleneck a slut bs out the tatts from the hair of a scrofulous child。 Cissy Caffrey's voice； still young； sings shrill from a lane。）
CISSY CAFFREY
I gave it to Molly
Because she was jolly；
The leg of the duck
The leg of the duck。
（Private Cart and Private pton； swaggersticks tight in their oxters； as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their mouths a volleyed fart。 Laughter of men from the lane。 A hoarse virago retorts。）
THE VIRAGO Signs on you； hairy arse。 More power the Cavan girl。
CISSY CAFFREY More luck to me。 Cavan； Cootehill and Belturbet。
（She sings。）
I gave it to Nelly
To stick in her belly
The leg of the duck
The leg of the duck。
（Private Cart and Private pton turn and counterretort； their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow； black sockets of caps on their blond copper polls。 Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the crowd close to the redcoats。）
PRIVATE PTON （Jerks his finger。） Way for the parson。
PRIVATE CARR （Turns and calls。） What ho； parson！
CISSY CAFFREY （Her voice soaring higher。）
She has it； she got it；
Wherever she put it
The leg of the duck。
（Stephen； flourishing the ashplant in his left hand； chants with joy the introit for paschal time。 Lynch； his jockey cap low on his brow； attends him； a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face。）
STEPHEN Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro。 Alleluia。
（The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a doorway。）
THE BAWD （Her voice whispering huskily。） Sst！ e here till I tell you。 Maidenhead inside。 Sst。
STEPHEN （Altius aliqantulum） Et omnes ad quos pervenit acqua ista。
THE BAWD （Spits in their trail her jet of venom。） Trinity medicals。 Fallopian tube。 All prick and no pence。
（Edy Boardman； sniffling； crouched with Bertha Supple； draws her shawl across her nostrils。）
EDY BOARDMAN （Bickering。） And say the one： I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher； the greaser off the railway； in his etobed hat。 Did you； says I。 That's not for you to say； says I。 You never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander； says I。 The likes of her！ Stag that one is。 Stubborn as a mule！ And her walking with two fellows the one time； Kildbride the enginedriver and lancecorporal Oliphant。
STEPHEN （Triumphaliter。） Salvi facti i sunt。
（He flourishes his ashplant shivering the lamp image； shattering light over the world。 A liver and white spaniel on the prowl slinks after him； growling。 Lynch scar's it with a kick。）
LYNCH So that？
STEPHEN （Looks behind。） So that gesture； not music； not odours； would be a universal language； the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy； the structural rhythm。
LYNCH Pornosophical philotheology。 Metaphysics in Mecklenburg street！
STEPHEN We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates。 Even the allwisest stagyrite was bitted； bridled and mounted by a light of love。
LYNCH Ba！
STEPHEN Anyway； who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug？ This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread and wine in Omar。 Hold my stick。
LYNCH Damn your yellow stick。 Where are we going？
STEPHEN Lecherous lynx； to la belle dame sans merci； Georgina Johnson； ad deam qui laetificat juventutem meam。
（Stephen thrusts the ashplant on him and slowly holds out his hands； his head going back till both hands are a span from his breast； down turned in planes intersecting； the fingers about to part； the left being higher。）
LYNCH Which is the jug of bread？ It skills not。 That or the customhouse。 Illustrate thou。 Here take your crutch and walk。
（They pass。 Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and； clasping； climbs in spasms。 From the top spur he slides down。 Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb。 The navvy lurches against the lamp。 The twins scuttle off in the dark。 The navvy； swaying； presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot。 Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset。
Snakes of river fog creep slowly。 From drains； clefts； cesspools； middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes。 A glow leaps in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the river。 The navvy staggering forward cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding。 On the farther side under the railway bridge Bloom appears flushed； panting； cramming bread and chocolate into a side pocket。 From Gillens hairdressers window a posite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image。 A concave mirror at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom。 Grave Gladstone sees him level Bloom for Bloom。 He passes； struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the con vex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy。
At Antonio Babaiotti's door Bloom halts； sweated under the bright arclamps。 He disappears。 In a moment he reappears and hurries on。）
BLOOM Fish and taters。 N。 g。 Ah！
（He disappears into Olhousen's； the pork butcher's； under the downing rollshutter。 A few moments later he emerges from under the shutter puffing Poldy； blowing Bloohoom。 In each hand he holds a parcel； one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen； the other a cold sheep's trotter sprinkled with wholepepper He gasps； standing upright。 Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his rib and groans。）
BLOOM Stitch in my side。 Why did I run？
（He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the lampset siding。 The glow leaps again。）
BLOOM What is that？ A flasher？ Searchlight。
（He stands at Cormack's corner watching。）
BLOOM Aurora borealis or a steel foundry？ Ah； the brigade； of course。 South side anyhow。 Big blaze。 Might be his house。 Beggar's bush。 We're safe。 （He hums cheerfully。） London's burning； London's burning！ On fire； on fire！ （He catches sight of the navvy lurching through the crowd at the farther side of Talbot street。） I'll miss him。 Run。 Quick。 Better cross here。
（He darts to cross the road。 Urchins shout。）
THE URCHINS Mind out； mister！ （Two cyclists； with lighted paper lanterns aswing； swim by him； grazing him； their bells rattling。）
THE BELLS Haltyaltyaltyall。
BLOOM （Halts erect stung by a spasm。） Ow。
（He looks round； darts forward suddenly。 Through rising fog a dragon sandstrewer； travelling at caution； slews heavily down upon him； its huge red headlight winking； its trolley hissing on the wire。 The motorman bangs his footgong。）
THE GONG Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo。
（The brake cracks violently。 Bloom； raising a policeman's whitegloved hand； blunders stifflegged； out of the track。 The motorman thrown forward； pugnosed； on the guidewheel； yells as he slides past over chains and keys。）
THE MOTORMAN Hey； shitbreeches； are you doing the hattrick？
BLOOM （Bloom trickleaps to the curbstone and halts again。 He brushes a mudflake from his cheek with a parcelled hand。） No thoroughfare。 Close shave that but cured the stitch。 Must take up Sandow's exercises again。 On the hands down。 Insure against street accident too。 The Providential。 （He feels his trouser pocket。） Poor mamma's panacea。 Heel easily catch in tracks or bootlace in a cog。 Day the wheel of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner。 Third time is the charm。 Shoe trick。 Insolent driver。 I ought to report him。 Tension makes them nervous。 Might be the fellow balked me this morning with that horsey woman。 Same style of beauty。 Quick of him all the same。 The stiff walk。 True word spoken in jest。 That awful cramp in Lad lane。 Something poisonous I ate。 Emblem of luck。 Why？ Probably lost cattle。 Mark of the beast。 （He closes his eyes an instant。） Bit light in the head。 Monthly or effect of the other。 Brainfogfag。 That tired feeling。 Too much for me now。 Ow！
（A sinister figure leans on plaited legs against O'Beirnes wall； a visage unknown； injected with dark mercury。 From under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye。）
BLOOM Buenos noches； se？orita Blanca； que calle es esta？
THE FIGURE （Impassive； raises a signal arm。） Password。 Sraid Mabbot。
BLOOM Haha。 Merci。 Esperanto。 Slan leath。 （He mutters。） Gaelic league spy； sent by that fireeater。
（He steps forward。 A sackshouldered ragman bars his path。 He steps left； ragsackman left。）
BLOOM I beg。 （He swerves； sidles； stepsaside； slips past and on。）
BLOOM Keep to the right； right； right。 If there is a fingerpost planted by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon？ I who lost my way and contributed to the columns of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed； In darkest Stepaside。 Keep； keep； keep to the right。 Rags and bones； at midnight。 A fence more likely。 First place murderer makes for。 Wash off his sins of the world。
（Jacky Caffrey； hunted by Tommy Caffrey； runs full tilt against Bloom。）
BLOOM O！
（Shocked； on weak hams； he halts。 Tommy and Jacky vanish there； there。 Bloom pats with parcelled hands watch； fobpocket； bookpocket； pursepocket； sweets of sin； potato soap。）
BLOOM Beware of pickpockets。 Old thieves' dodge。 Collide。 Then snatch your purse。
（The retriever approaches sniffling； nose to the ground。 A sprawled form sneezes。 A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the long caftan of an elder in Zion and a smoking cap with magenta tassels。 Horned spectacles hang down at the wings of the nose。 Yellow poison streaks are on the drawn face。）
RUDOLPH Second halfcrown waste money today。 I told you not go with drunken goy ever。 So。 You ca