Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Page 518 (15.3499-3526) "BELLA (Turns to... knows where to find."


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BELLA

(Turns to the piano.) Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul?




ZOE

Me. Mind your cornflowers. (She darts to the piano and bangs chords on it with crossed arms.) The cat's ramble through the slag. (She glances back.) Eh? Who's making love to my sweeties? (She darts back to the table.) What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.



(Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the silver paper. Bloom approaches Zoe.)




BLOOM

(Gently.) Give me back that potato, will you?




ZOE

Forfeits, a fine thing and a superfine thing.




BLOOM

(With feeling.) It is nothing, but still a relic of poor mamma.




ZOE



Give a thing and take it back
God'll ask you where is that
You'll say you don't know
God'll send you down below.




BLOOM

There is a memory attached to it. I should like to have it.




STEPHEN

To have or not to have, that is the question.




ZOE

Here. (She hauls up a reef of her slip, revealing her bare thigh, and unrolls the potato from the top of her stocking.) Those that hides knows where to find.








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