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Ulysses

ZOE: (Tragically) Hamlet, I am thy father’s gimlet! (She
takes his hand) Blue eyes beauty I’ll read your hand. (She
points to his forehead) No wit, no wrinkles. (She counts)

Two, three, Mars, that’s courage. (Stephen shakes his head)
No kid.
LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. The youth who
could not shiver and shake. (To Zoe) Who taught you
palmistry?
ZOE: (Turns) Ask my ballocks that I haven’t got. (To
Stephen) I see it in your face. The eye, like that. (She frowns
with lowered head)
LYNCH: (Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice) Like that.
Pandybat.
(Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the coffin of the pianola flies
open, the bald little round jack-in-the-box head of Father Dolan
springs up.)
FATHER DOLAN: Any boy want flogging? Broke his
glasses? Lazy idle little schemer. See it in your eye.
(Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the head of Don John
Conmee rises from the pianola coffin.)
DON JOHN CONMEE: Now, Father Dolan! Now.
I’m sure that Stephen is a very good little boy!
ZOE: (Examining Stephen’s palm) Woman’s hand.

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