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Ulysses

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Levitates over heaps of
slain, in the garb and with the halo of Joking Jesus, a white
jujube in his phosphorescent face)

My methods are new and are causing
surprise.
To make the blind see I throw dust in their
eyes.

STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns! (He fills back a pace)
Come somewhere and we’ll ... What was that girl saying?
...
PRIVATE COMPTON: Eh, Harry, give him a kick
in the knackers. Stick one into Jerry.
BLOOM: (To the privates, softly) He doesn’t know what
he’s saying. Taken a little more than is good for him.
Absinthe. Greeneyed monster. I know him. He’s a
gentleman, a poet. It’s all right.
STEPHEN: (Nods, smiling and laughing) Gentleman,
patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.
PRIVATE CARR: I don’t give a bugger who he is.
PRIVATE COMPTON: We don’t give a bugger who
he is.
STEPHEN: I seem to annoy them. Green rag to a bull.

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