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Ulysses

BLOOM: (Shakes Cissy Caffrey’s shoulders) Speak, you!
Are you struck dumb? You are the link between nations
and generations. Speak, woman, sacred lifegiver!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Alarmed, seizes Private Carr’s sleeve)
Amn’t I with you? Amn’t I your girl? Cissy’s your girl.
(She cries) Police!
STEPHEN: (Ecstatically, to Cissy Caffrey)

White thy fambles, red thy gan

And thy quarrons dainty is.
VOICES: Police!
DISTANT VOICES: Dublin’s burning! Dublin’s
burning! On fire, on fire!

(Brimstone fires spring up. Dense clouds roll past. Heavy
Gatling guns boom. Pandemonium. Troops deploy. Gallop of
hoofs. Artillery. Hoarse commands. Bells clang. Backers shout.
Drunkards bawl. Whores screech. Foghorns hoot. Cries of valour.
Shrieks of dying. Pikes clash on cuirasses. Thieves rob the slain.
Birds of prey, winging from the sea, rising from marshlands,
swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants,
vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins,
blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. The
midnight sun is darkened. The earth trembles. The dead of
Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white sheepskin

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