Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Page 565 (15.4948-4967) "BLOOM (Communes... waistcoat pocket.)"


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BLOOM

(Communes with the night.) Face reminds me of his poor mother. In the shady wood. The deep white breast. Ferguson, I think I caught. A girl. Some girl. Best thing could happen him. (He murmurs.) ...swear that I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts... (He murmurs.) ...in the rough sands of the sea... a cabletow's length from the shore... where the tide ebbs... and flows...




(Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands on guard, his fingers at his lips in the attitude of secret master. Against the dark wall a figure appears slowly, a fairy boy of eleven, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an Eton suit with glass shoes and a little bronze helmet, holding a book in his hand. He reads from right to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing the page.)




BLOOM

(Wonderstruck, calls inaudibly.) Rudy!




RUDY

(Gazes unseeing into Bloom's eyes and goes on reading, kissing, smiling. He has a delicate mauve face. On his suit he has diamond and ruby buttons. In his free left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a violet bowknot. A white lambkin peeps out of his waistcoat pocket.)







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Page 564 (15.4915-4947) "nod Bloom... face and form.)"


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nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what Stephen needs. The car jingles tooraloom round the corner of the tooraloom lane. Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his hand. Bloom with his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher that he is reassuraloomtay. The tinkling hoofs and jingling harness grow fainter with their tooralooloo looloo lay. Bloom, holding in his hand Stephen's hat, festooned with shavings, and ashplant, stands irresolute. Then he bends to him and shakes him by the shoulder.)




BLOOM

Eh! Ho! (There is no answer. He bends again.) Mr Dedalus! (There is no answer.) The name if you call. Somnambulist. (He bends again and, hesitating, brings his mouth near the face of the prostrate form.) Stephen! (There is no answer. He calls again.) Stephen!




STEPHEN

(Frowns.) Who? Black panther. Vampire. (He sighs and stretches himself, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels.)



Who... drive... Fergus now
And pierce... wood's woven shade...?




(He turns on his left side, sighing, doubling himself together.)




BLOOM

Poetry. Well educated. Pity. (He bends again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat.) To breathe. (He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and fingers.) One pound seven. Not hurt anyhow. (He listens.) What?




STEPHEN

(Murmurs.)

...shadows... the woods
...white breast... dim sea.



(He stretches out his arms, sighs again and curls his body. Bloom, holding the hat and ashplant, stands erect. A dog barks in the distance. Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the ashplant. He looks down on Stephen's face and form.)




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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Page 563 (15.4885-4914) "BLOOM No, in Sandycove... With a slow"


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BLOOM

No, in Sandycove, I believe, from what he let drop.



(Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars. Corny Kelleher, asquint, drawls at the horse. Bloom, in gloom, looms down.)




CORNY KELLEHER

(Scratches his nape.) Sandycove! (He bends down and calls to Stephen.) Eh! (He calls again.) Eh! He's covered with shavings anyhow. Take care they didn't lift anything off him.




BLOOM

No, no, no. I have his money and his hat here and stick.




CORNY KELLEHER

Ah, well, he'll get over it. No bones broken. Well, I'll shove along. (He laughs.) I've a rendezvous in the morning. Burying the dead. Safe home!




THE HORSE

(Neighs.) Hohohohohome.




BLOOM

Good night. I'll just wait and take him along in a few...



(Corny Kelleher returns to the outside car and mounts it. The horseharness jingles.)




CORNY KELLEHER

(From the car, standing.) Night.




BLOOM

Night.


(The jarvey chucks the reins and raises his whip encouragingly. The car and horse back slowly, awkwardly, and turn. Corny Kelleher on the sideseat sways his head to and fro in sign of mirth at Bloom's plight. The jarvey joins in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the farther seat. Bloom shakes his head in mute mirthful reply. With thumb and palm Corny Kelleher reassures that the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be done. With a slow




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Page 562 (15.4854-4884) "THE WATCH (Saluting... Cabra, what?"


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THE WATCH

(Saluting together.) Night, gentlemen. (They move off with slow heavy tread.)




BLOOM

(Blows.) Providential you came on the scene. You have a car...?




CORNY KELLEHER

(Laughs, pointing his thumb over his right shoulder to the car brought up against the scaffolding.) Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. Like princes, faith. One of them lost two quid on the race. Drowning his grief. And were on for a go with the jolly girls. So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown.




BLOOM

I was just going home by Gardiner street when I happened to...




CORNY KELLEHER

(Laughs.) Sure they wanted me to join in with the mots. No, by God, says I. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. (He laughs again and leers with lacklustre eye.) Thanks be to God we have it in the house, what, eh, do you follow me? Hah, hah, hah!




BLOOM

(Tries to laugh.) He, he, he! Yes. Matter of fact I was just visiting an old friend of mine there, Virag, you don't know him (poor fellow, he's laid up for the past week) and we had a liquor together and I was just making my way home...


(The horse neighs.)




THE HORSE

Hohohohohohoh! Hohohohome!




CORNY KELLEHER

Sure it was Behan, our jarvey there, that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and got off to see. (He laughs.) Sober hearsedrivers a specialty. Will I give him a lift home? Where does he hang out? Somewhere in Cabra, what?






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Page 561 (15.4825-4853) "CORNY KELLEHER (Nudges... Good night, men."


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CORNY KELLEHER

(Nudges the second watch.) Come and wipe your name off the slate. (He lilts, wagging his head.) With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. What, eh, do you follow me?




SECOND WATCH

(Genially.) Ah, sure we were too.




CORNY KELLEHER

(Winking.) Boys will be boys. I've a car round there.




SECOND WATCH

All right, Mr Kelleher. Good night.




CORNY KELLEHER

I'll see to that.




BLOOM

(Shakes hands with both of the watch in turn.) Thank you very much, gentlemen. Thank you. (He mumbles confidentially.) We don't want any scandal, you understand. Father is a wellknown highly respected citizen. Just a little wild oats, you understand.




FIRST WATCH

O, I understand, sir.




SECOND WATCH

That's all right, sir.




FIRST WATCH

It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.




BLOOM

(Nods rapidly.) Naturally. Quite right. Only your bounden duty.




SECOND WATCH

It's our duty.




CORNY KELLEHER

Good night, men.






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Page 560 (15.4795-4824) "PRIVATE CARR (Staggering... I suppose so."


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PRIVATE CARR

(Staggering as he is pulled away.) God fuck old Bennett. He's a whitearsed bugger. I don't give a shit for him.




FIRST WATCH

(Taking out his notebook.) What's his name?




BLOOM

(Peering over the crowd.) I just see a car there. If you give me a hand a second, sergeant...




FIRST WATCH

Name and address.




(Corny Kelleher, weepers round his hat, a death wreath in his hand, appears among the bystanders.)




BLOOM

(Quickly.) O, the very man! (He whispers.) Simon Dedalus' son. A bit sprung. Get those policemen to move those loafers back.




SECOND WATCH

Night, Mr Kelleher.




CORNY KELLEHER

(To the watch, with drawling eye.) That's all right. I know him. Won a bit on the races. Gold cup. Throwaway. (He laughs.) Twenty to one. Do you follow me?




FIRST WATCH

(Turns to the crowd.) Here, what are you all gaping at? Move on out of that.




(The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, down the lane.)




CORNY KELLEHER

Leave it to me, sergeant. That'll be all right. (He laughs, shaking his head.) We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. What? Eh, what?




FIRST WATCH

(Laughs.) I suppose so.






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Page 559 (15.4769-4794) "PRIVATE COMPTON (Tugging... in the lockup."


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PRIVATE COMPTON

(Tugging his comrade.) Here. Bugger off, Harry. Here's the cops!



(Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in the group.)




FIRST WATCH

What's wrong here?




PRIVATE COMPTON

We were with this lady. And he insulted us. And assaulted my chum. (The retriever barks.) Who owns the bleeding tyke?




CISSY CAFFREY

(With expectation.) Is he bleeding?




A MAN

(Rising from his knees.) No. Gone off. He'll come to all right.




BLOOM

(Glances sharply at the man.) Leave him to me. I can easily...




SECOND WATCH

Who are you? Do you know him?




PRIVATE CARR

(Lurches towards the watch.) He insulted my lady friend.




BLOOM

(Angrily.) You hit him without provocation. I'm a witness. Constable, take his regimental number.




SECOND WATCH

I don't want your instructions in the discharge of my duty.




PRIVATE COMPTON

(Pulling his comrade.) Here, bugger off, Harry. Or Bennett'll shove you in the lockup.






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