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Ulysses

p: up. U. p: up. (He whispers in the ear of a blushing waitress
and laughs kindly) Ah, naughty, naughty! (He eats a raw
turnip offered him by Maurice Butterly, farmer) Fine! Splendid!

(He refuses to accept three shillings offered him by Joseph Hynes,
journalist) My dear fellow, not at all! (He gives his coat to a
beggar) Please accept. (He takes part in a stomach race with
elderly male and female cripples) Come on, boys! Wriggle it,
girls!
THE CITIZEN: (Choked with emotion, brushes aside a
tear in his emerald muffler) May the good God bless him!
(The rams’ horns sound for silence. The standard of Zion is
hoisted.)
BLOOM: (Uncloaks impressively, revealing obesity, unrolls
a paper and reads solemnly) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth
Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah
Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth
Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.
(An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant
town clerk.)
JIMMY HENRY: The Court of Conscience is now
open. His Most Catholic Majesty will now administer
open air justice. Free medical and legal advice, solution of
doubles and other problems. All cordially invited. Given at

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