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STEPHEN:  (Panting) His noncorrosive sublimate! The 

corpsechewer! Raw head and bloody bones. 

THE MOTHER: (Her face drawing near and nearer, 

sending out an ashen breath) Beware! (She raises her blackened 

withered right arm slowly towards Stephen’s breast with 

outstretched finger) Beware God’s hand! (A green crab with 

malignant red eyes sticks deep its grinning claws in Stephen’s 

heart.) 

STEPHEN: (Strangled with rage) Shite! (His features grow 

drawn grey and old) 

BLOOM: (At the window) What? 

STEPHEN:  Ah non, par exemple! The intellectual 

imagination! With me all or not at all. Non serviam! 

FLORRY: Give him some cold water. Wait. (She 

rushes out) 

THE MOTHER: (Wrings her hands slowly, moaning 

desperately) O Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him! 

Save him from hell, O Divine Sacred Heart! 

STEPHEN: No! No! No! Break my spirit, all of you, if 

you can! I’ll bring you all to heel! 

THE MOTHER: (In the agony of her deathrattle) Have 

mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Inexpressible was 

my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on 

Mount Calvary. 

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STEPHEN: Nothung! 

(He lifts his ashplant high with both hands and smashes the 

chandelier. Time’s livid final flame leaps and, in the following 

darkness, ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry.) 

THE GASJET: Pwfungg! 

BLOOM: Stop! 

LYNCH:  (Rushes forward and seizes Stephen’s hand) 

Here! Hold on! Don’t run amok! 

BELLA: Police! 

(Stephen, abandoning his ashplant, his head and arms thrown 

back stark, beats the ground and flies from the room, past the 

whores at the door.) 

BELLA: (Screams) After him! 

(The two whores rush to the halldoor. Lynch and Kitty and 

Zoe stampede from the room. They talk excitedly. Bloom follows, 

returns.) 

THE WHORES: (Jammed in the doorway, pointing) 

Down there. 

ZOE: (Pointing) There. There’s something up. 

BELLA: Who pays for the lamp? (She seizes Bloom’s 

coattail) Here, you were with him. The lamp’s broken. 

BLOOM:  (Rushes to the hall, rushes back) What lamp, 

woman? 

A WHORE: He tore his coat. 

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BELLA:  (Her eyes hard with anger and cupidity, points) 

Who’s to pay for that? Ten shillings. You’re a witness. 

BLOOM:  (Snatches up Stephen’s ashplant) Me? Ten 

shillings? Haven’t you lifted enough off him? Didn’t he ...? 

BELLA: (Loudly) Here, none of your tall talk. This isn’t 

a brothel. A ten shilling house. 

BLOOM:  (His head under the lamp, pulls the chain. 

Puling, the gasjet lights up a crushed mauve purple shade. He 

raises the ashplant.) Only the chimney’s broken. Here is all 

he ... 

BELLA: (Shrinks back and screams) Jesus! Don’t! 

BLOOM: (Warding off a blow) To show you how he hit 

the paper. There’s not sixpenceworth of damage done. 

Ten shillings! 

FLORRY: (With a glass of water, enters) Where is he? 

BELLA: Do you want me to call the police? 

BLOOM: O, I know. Bulldog on the premises. But 

he’s a Trinity student. Patrons of your establishment. 

Gentlemen that pay the rent. (He makes a masonic sign) 

Know what I mean? Nephew of the vice-chancellor. You 

don’t want a scandal. 

BELLA:  (Angrily) Trinity. Coming down here ragging 

after the boatraces and paying nothing. Are you my 

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commander here or? Where is he? I’ll charge him! 

Disgrace him, I will! (She Shouts) Zoe! Zoe! 

BLOOM:  (Urgently) And if it were your own son in 

Oxford? (Warningly) I know. 

BELLA: (Almost speechless) Who are. Incog! 

ZOE: (In the doorway) There’s a row on. 

BLOOM: What? Where? (He throws a shilling on the 

table and starts) That’s for the chimney. Where? I need 

mountain air. 

(He hurries out through the hall. The whores point. Florry 

follows, spilling water from her tilted tumbler. On the doorstep all 

the whores clustered talk volubly, pointing to the right where the 

fog has cleared off. From the left arrives a jingling hackney car. It 

slows to in front of the house. Bloom at the halldoor perceives 

Corny Kelleher who is about to dismount from the car with two 

silent lechers. He averts his face. Bella from within the hall urges 

on her whores. They blow ickylickysticky yumyum kisses. Corny 

Kelleher replies with a ghastly lewd smile. The silent lechers turn 

to pay the jarvey. Zoe and Kitty still point right. Bloom, parting 

them swiftly, draws his caliph’s hood and poncho and hurries 

down the steps with sideways face. Incog Haroun al Raschid he 

flits behind the silent lechers and hastens on by the railings with 

fleet step of a pard strewing the drag behind him, torn envelopes 

drenched in aniseed. The ashplant marks his stride. A pack of 

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