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Ulysses

STEPHEN: Lucifer. Thanks.
BLOOM: (Quietly) You had better hand over that cash
to me to take care of. Why pay more?

STEPHEN: (Hands him all his coins) Be just before you
are generous.
BLOOM: I will but is it wise? (He counts) One, seven,
eleven, and five. Six. Eleven. I don’t answer for what you
may have lost.
STEPHEN: Why striking eleven? Proparoxyton.
Moment before the next Lessing says. Thirsty fox. (He
laughs loudly) Burying his grandmother. Probably he killed
her.
BLOOM: That is one pound six and eleven. One
pound seven, say.
STEPHEN: Doesn’t matter a rambling damn.
BLOOM: No, but ...
STEPHEN: (Comes to the table) Cigarette, please. (Lynch
tosses a cigarette from the sofa to the table) And so Georgina
Johnson is dead and married. (A cigarette appears on the table.
Stephen looks at it) Wonder. Parlour magic. Married. Hm.
(He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with
enigmatic melancholy)
LYNCH: (Watching him) You would have a better
chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

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