Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Page 524 (15.3679-3708) "STEPHEN (Murmurs... and clucks.)"


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STEPHEN

(Murmurs.) Continue. Lie. Hold me. Caress. I never could read His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the haddock.




ZOE

What day were you born?




STEPHEN

Thursday. Today.




ZOE

Thursday's child has far to go. (She traces lines on his hand.) Line of fate. Influential friends.




FLORRY

(Pointing.) Imagination.




ZOE

Mount of the moon. You'll meet with a... (She peers at his hands abruptly.) I won't tell you what's not good for you. Or do you want to know?




BLOOM

(Detaches her fingers and offers his palm.) More harm than good. Here. Read mine.




BELLA

Show. (She turns up Bloom's hand.) I thought so. Knobby knuckles for the women.




ZOE

(Peering at Bloom's palm.) Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and marry money.




BLOOM

Wrong.




ZOE

(Quickly.) O, I see. Short little finger. Henpecked husband. That wrong?



(Black Liz, a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle, rises, stretches her wings and clucks.)







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