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ferreteyed albino, in blue dungarees, stands up in the gallery,
holding in each hand an orange citron and a pork kidney.)
DLUGACZ: (Hoarsely) Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13.

(J. J. O’Molloy steps on to a low plinth and holds the lapel of
his coat with solemnity. His face lengthens, grows pale and
bearded, with sunken eyes, the blotches of phthisis and hectic
cheekbones of John F. Taylor. He applies his handkerchief to his
mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood.)
J.J.O’MOLLOY: (Almost voicelessly) Excuse me. I am
suffering from a severe chill, have recently come from a
sickbed. A few wellchosen words. (He assumes the avine
head, foxy moustache and proboscidal eloquence of Seymour
Bushe.) When the angel’s book comes to be opened if
aught that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of
soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live I
say accord the prisoner at the bar the sacred benefit of the
doubt. (A paper with something written on it is handed into
court.)
BLOOM: (In court dress) Can give best references.
Messrs Callan, Coleman. Mr Wisdom Hely J. P. My old
chief Joe Cuffe. Mr V. B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of
Dublin. I have moved in the charmed circle of the highest
... Queens of Dublin society. (Carelessly) I was just chatting
this afternoon at the viceregal lodge to my old pals, sir

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