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Ulysses

BELLA: (Laughing) Omelette ...
THE WHORES: (Laughing) Encore! Encore!
STEPHEN: Mark me. I dreamt of a watermelon.

ZOE: Go abroad and love a foreign lady.
LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.
FLORRY: Dreams goes by contraries.
STEPHEN: (Extends his arms) It was here. Street of
harlots. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a
fubsy widow. Where’s the red carpet spread?
BLOOM: (Approaching Stephen) Look ...
STEPHEN: No, I flew. My foes beneath me. And ever
shall be. World without end. (He cries) Pater! Free!
BLOOM: I say, look ...
STEPHEN: Break my spirit, will he? O merde alors! (He
cries, his vulture talons sharpened) Hola! Hillyho!
(Simon Dedalus’ voice hilloes in answer, somewhat sleepy but
ready.)
SIMON: That’s all right. (He swoops uncertainly through
the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on strong ponderous
buzzard wings) Ho, boy! Are you going to win? Hoop!
Pschatt! Stable with those halfcastes. Wouldn’t let them
within the bawl of an ass. Head up! Keep our flag flying!
An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed. Ulster

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