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BLOOM:  (As before) Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now 

and then. Childish device. (Lewdly) The mouth can be 

better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed. 

ZOE: Go on. Make a stump speech out of it. 

BLOOM: (In workman’s corduroy overalls, black gansy with 

red floating tie and apache cap) Mankind is incorrigible. Sir 

Walter Ralegh brought from the new world that potato 

and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, 

the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will 

understanding, all. That is to say he brought the poison a 

hundred years before another person whose name I forget 

brought the food. Suicide. Lies. All our habits. Why, look 

at our public life! 

(Midnight chimes from distant steeples.) 

THE CHIMES: Turn again, Leopold! Lord mayor of 

Dublin! 

BLOOM:  (In alderman’s gown and chain) Electors of 

Arran Quay, Inns Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North 

Dock, better run a tramline, I say, from the cattlemarket 

to the river. That’s the music of the future. That’s my 

programme. 

Cui bono? But our bucaneering 

Vanderdeckens in their phantom ship of finance ... 

AN ELECTOR: Three times three for our future chief 

magistrate! 

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(The aurora borealis of the torchlight procession leaps.) 

THE TORCHBEARERS: Hooray! 

(Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of 

the city shake hands with Bloom and congratulate him. Timothy 

Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, imposing in 

mayoral scarlet, gold chain and white silk tie, confers with 

councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens. They nod vigorously in 

agreement.) 

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (In scarlet 

robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and large white silk scarf) 

That alderman sir Leo Bloom’s speech be printed at the 

expense of the ratepayers. That the house in which he was 

born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and 

that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off 

Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom. 

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Carried 

unanimously. 

BLOOM:  (Impassionedly) These flying Dutchmen or 

lying Dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop, 

casting dice, what reck they? Machines is their cry, their 

chimera, their panacea. Laboursaving apparatuses, 

supplanters, bugbears, manufactured monsters for mutual 

murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of 

capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. The poor 

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man starves while they are grassing their royal mountain 

stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their purblind 

pomp of pelf and power. But their reign is rover for rever 

and ever and ev ... 

(Prolonged applause. Venetian masts, maypoles and festal 

arches spring up. A streamer bearing the legends Cead Mile 

Failte  and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street. All the 

windows are thronged with sightseers, chiefly ladies. Along the 

route the regiments of the royal Dublin Fusiliers, the King’s own 

Scottish Borderers, the Cameron Highlanders and the Welsh 

Fusiliers standing to attention, keep back the crowd. Boys from 

High school are perched on the lampposts, telegraph poles, 

windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, rainspouts, 

whistling and cheering the pillar of the cloud appears. A fife and 

drum band is heard in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. The 

beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and 

waving oriental palms. The chryselephantine papal standard rises 

high, surrounded by pennons of the civic flag. The van of the 

procession appears headed by John Howard Parnell, city marshal, 

in a chessboard tabard, the Athlone Poursuivant and Ulster King 

of Arms. They are followed by the Right Honourable Joseph 

Hutchinson, lord mayor of Dublin, his lordship the lord mayor of 

Cork, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and 

Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers, sirdars, grandees 

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and maharajahs bearing the cloth of estate, the Dublin 

Metropolitan Fire Brigade, the chapter of the saints of finance in 

their plutocratic order of precedence, the bishop of Down and 

Connor, His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of 

Armagh, primate of all Ireland, His Grace, the most reverend Dr 

William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all 

Ireland, the chief rabbi, the presbyterian moderator, the heads of 

the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the 

honorary secretary of the society of friends. After them march the 

guilds and trades and trainbands with flying colours: coopers, bird 

fanciers, millwrights, newspaper canvassers, law scriveners, 

masseurs, vintners, trussmakers, chimneysweeps, lard refiners, 

tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers, Italian warehousemen, church 

decorators, bootjack manufacturers, undertakers, silk mercers, 

lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters, assessors of fire losses, dyers 

and cleaners, export bottlers, fellmongers, ticketwriters, heraldic 

seal engravers, horse repository hands, bullion brokers, cricket and 

archery outfitters, riddlemakers, egg and potato factors, hosiers and 

glovers, plumbing contractors. After them march gentlemen of the 

bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the master 

of horse, the lord great chamberlain, the earl marshal, the high 

constable carrying the sword of state, saint Stephen’s iron crown, 

the chalice and bible. Four buglers on foot blow a sennet. 

Beefeaters reply, winding clarions of welcome. Under an arch of 

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