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Ulysses

STEPHEN: (To himself) Play with your eyes shut.
Imitate pa. Filling my belly with husks of swine. Too
much of this. I will arise and go to my. Expect this is the.
Steve, thou art in a parlous way. Must visit old Deasy or

telegraph. Our interview of this morning has left on me a
deep impression. Though our ages. Will write fully
tomorrow. I’m partially drunk, by the way. (He touches the
keys again) Minor chord comes now. Yes. Not much
however.
(Almidano Artifoni holds out a batonroll of music with
vigorous moustachework.)
ARTIFONI: Ci rifletta. Lei rovina tutto.
FLORRY: Sing us something. Love’s old sweet song.
STEPHEN: No voice. I am a most finished artist.
Lynch, did I show you the letter about the lute?
FLORRY: (Smirking) The bird that can sing and won’t
sing.
(The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two
Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the window embrasure.
Both are masked with Matthew Arnold’s face.)
PHILIP SOBER: Take a fool’s advice. All is not well.
Work it out with the buttend of a pencil, like a good
young idiot. Three pounds twelve you got, two notes,
one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew. Mooney’s

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