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Ulysses

(The aurora borealis of the torchlight procession leaps.)
THE TORCHBEARERS: Hooray!
(Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of

the city shake hands with Bloom and congratulate him. Timothy
Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, imposing in
mayoral scarlet, gold chain and white silk tie, confers with
councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens. They nod vigorously in
agreement.)
LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (In scarlet
robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and large white silk scarf)
That alderman sir Leo Bloom’s speech be printed at the
expense of the ratepayers. That the house in which he was
born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and
that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off
Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom.
COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Carried
unanimously.
BLOOM: (Impassionedly) These flying Dutchmen or
lying Dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop,
casting dice, what reck they? Machines is their cry, their
chimera, their panacea. Laboursaving apparatuses,
supplanters, bugbears, manufactured monsters for mutual
murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of
capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. The poor

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