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Ulysses

en ville, Mooney’s sur mer, the Moira, Larchet’s, Holles
street hospital, Burke’s. Eh? I am watching you.
PHILIP DRUNK: (Impatiently) Ah, bosh, man. Go to
hell! I paid my way. If I could only find out about octaves.

Reduplication of personality. Who was it told me his
name? (His lawnmower begins to purr) Aha, yes. Zoe mou sas
agapo. Have a notion I was here before. When was it not
Atkinson his card I have somewhere. Mac Somebody.
Unmack I have it. He told me about, hold on, Swinburne,
was it, no?
FLORRY: And the song?
STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
FLORRY: Are you out of Maynooth? You’re like
someone I knew once.
STEPHEN: Out of it now. (To himself) Clever.
PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Their
lawnmowers purring with a rigadoon of grasshalms) Clever ever.
Out of it out of it. By the bye have you the book, the
thing, the ashplant? Yes, there it, yes. Cleverever
outofitnow. Keep in condition. Do like us.
ZOE: There was a priest down here two nights ago to
do his bit of business with his coat buttoned up. You
needn’t try to hide, I says to him. I know you’ve a Roman
collar.

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