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Ulysses

HORNBLOWER: (In ephod and huntingcap, announces)
And he shall carry the sins of the people to Azazel, the
spirit which is in the wilderness, and to Lilith, the
nighthag. And they shall stone him and defile him, yea, all

from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the land of
Ham.
(All the people cast soft pantomime stones at Bloom. Many
bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and defile
him. Mastiansky and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing
long earlocks. They wag their beards at Bloom.)
MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Belial! Laemlein of
Istria, the false Messiah! Abulafia! Recant!
(George R Mesias, Bloom’s tailor, appears, a tailor’s goose
under his arm, presenting a bill)
MESIAS: To alteration one pair trousers eleven
shillings.
BLOOM: (Rubs his hands cheerfully) Just like old times.
Poor Bloom!
(Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad shepherd, bearing
on his shoulders the drowned corpse of his son, approaches the
pillory.)
REUBEN J: (Whispers hoarsely) The squeak is out. A
split is gone for the flatties. Nip the first rattler.
THE FIRE BRIGADE: Pflaap!

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