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Ulysses

walking with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the
enginedriver, and lancecorporal Oliphant.
STEPHEN: (Ttriumphaliter) Salvi facti 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 scares it with a kick.)
LYNCH: So that?
STEPHEN: (Looks behind) So that gesture, not music
not odour, 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
Mecklenburgh 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 or 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 iuventutem meam.

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