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Ulysses

PRIVATE CARR: Here. What are you saying about
my king?
STEPHEN: (Throws up his hands) O, this is too
monotonous! Nothing. He wants my money and my life,

though want must be his master, for some brutish empire
of his. Money I haven’t. (He searches his pockets vaguely)
GAVE IT TO SOMEONE.
PRIVATE CARR: Who wants your bleeding money?
STEPHEN: (Tries to move off) Will someone tell me
where I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Ça se
voit aussi à paris. Not that I ... But, by Saint Patrick ...!
(The women’s heads coalesce. Old Gummy Granny in
sugarloaf hat appears seated on a toadstool, the deathflower of the
potato blight on her breast.)
STEPHEN: Aha! I know you, gammer! Hamlet,
revenge! The old sow that eats her farrow!
OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Rocking to and fro)
Ireland’s sweetheart, the king of Spain’s daughter, alanna.
Strangers in my house, bad manners to them! (She keens
with banshee woe) Ochone! Ochone! Silk of the kine! (She
wails) You met with poor old Ireland and how does she
stand?

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