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Ulysses

in armour will beat ten men in their shirts. Shirt is
synechdoche. Part for the whole.
CISSY CAFFREY: (To The Crowd) No, I was with the
privates.

STEPHEN: (Amiably) Why not? The bold soldier boy.
In my opinion every lady for example ...
PRIVATE CARR: (His cap awry, advances to Stephen)
Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your
jaw?
STEPHEN: (Looks up to the sky) How? Very
unpleasant. Noble art of selfpretence. Personally, I detest
action. (He waves his hand) Hand hurts me slightly. Enfin ce
sont vos oignons. (To Cissy Caffrey) Some trouble is on here.
What is it precisely?
DOLLY GRAY: (From her balcony waves her
handkerchief, giving the sign of the heroine of Jericho) Rahab.
Cook’s son, goodbye. Safe home to Dolly. Dream of the
girl you left behind and she will dream of you.
(The soldiers turn their swimming eyes.)
BLOOM: (Elbowing through the crowd, plucks Stephen’s
sleeve vigorously) Come now, professor, that carman is
waiting.
STEPHEN: (Turns) Eh? (He disengages himself) Why
should I not speak to him or to any human being who

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