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back to the front, celebrates camp mass. The Reverend Mr Hugh
C Haines Love M. A. in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his
head and collar back to the front, holds over the celebrant’s head
an open umbrella.)
FATHER MALACHI O’FLYNN: Introibo ad altare
diaboli.
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: To the
devil which hath made glad my young days.
FATHER MALACHI O’FLYNN: (Takes from the
chalice and elevates a blooddripping host) Corpus meum.
THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Raises high
behind the celebrant’s petticoat, revealing his grey bare hairy
buttocks between which a carrot is stuck) My body.
THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Htengier
Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!
(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)
ADONAI: Dooooooooooog!
THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Alleluia, for
the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!
(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)
ADONAI: Goooooooooood!
(In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and
Green factions sing Kick the Pope
and Daily, daily sing to
Mary.)
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PRIVATE CARR:
(With ferocious articulation) I’ll do
him in, so help me fucking Christ! I’ll wring the bastard
fucker’s bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!
OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Thrusts a dagger towards
Stephen’s hand) Remove him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you
will be in heaven and Ireland will be free. (She prays) O
good God, take him!
(THE RETRIEVER, NOSING ON THE FRINGE
OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.)
BLOOM: (Runs to lynch) Can’t you get him away?
LYNCH: He likes dialectic, the universal language.
Kitty! (To Bloom) Get him away, you. He won’t listen to
me.
(He drags Kitty away.)
STEPHEN: (Points) exit Judas. Et laqueo se suspendit.
BLOOM: (Runs to Stephen) Come along with me now
before worse happens. Here’s your stick.
STEPHEN: Stick, no. Reason. This feast of pure
reason.
CISSY CAFFREY:
(Pulling Private Carr) Come on,
you’re boosed. He insulted me but I forgive him. (Shouting
in his ear) I forgive him for insulting me.
BLOOM: (Over Stephen’s shoulder) Yes, go. You see
he’s incapable.
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PRIVATE CARR:
(Breaks loose) I’ll insult him.
(He rushes towards Stephen, fist outstretched, and strikes him
in the face. Stephen totters, collapses, falls, stunned. He lies
prone, his face to the sky, his hat rolling to the wall. Bloom
follows and picks it up.)
MAJOR TWEEDY: (Loudly) Carbine in bucket! Cease
fire! Salute!
THE RETRIEVER: (Barking furiously) Ute ute ute ute
ute ute ute ute.
THE CROWD: Let him up! Don’t strike him when
he’s down! Air! Who? The soldier hit him. He’s a
professor. Is he hurted? Don’t manhandle him! He’s
fainted!
A HAG: What call had the redcoat to strike the
gentleman and he under the influence. Let them go and
fight the Boers!
THE BAWD: Listen to who’s talking! Hasn’t the
soldier a right to go with his girl? He gave him the
coward’s blow.
(They grab at each other’s hair, claw at each other and spit)
THE RETRIEVER: (Barking) Wow wow wow.
BLOOM: (Shoves them back, loudly) Get back, stand
back!