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Ulysses

BLOOM: (Points to his hand) That weal there is an
accident. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago. I was
sixteen.
ZOE: I see, says the blind man. Tell us news.

STEPHEN: See? Moves to one great goal. I am
twentytwo. Sixteen years ago he was twentytwo too.
Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. Twentytwo years
ago he sixteen fell off his hobbyhorse. (He winces) Hurt my
hand somewhere. Must see a dentist. Money?
(Zoe whispers to Florry. they giggle. Bloom releases his hand
and writes idly on the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.)
FLORRY: What?
(A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with a
gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony
Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past. Blazes Boylan and Lenehan
sprawl swaying on the sideseats. The Ormond boots crouches
behind on the axle. Sadly over the crossblind Lydia Douce and
Mina Kennedy gaze.)
THE BOOTS: (Jogging, mocks them with thumb and
wriggling wormfingers) Haw haw have you the horn?
(Bronze by gold they whisper.)
ZOE: (To Florry) Whisper.
(They whisper again)

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