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STEPHEN:  (Devoutly) And sovereign Lord of all 

things. 

FLORRY:  (To Stephen) I’m sure you’re a spoiled 

priest. Or a monk. 

LYNCH: He is. A cardinal’s son. 

STEPHEN: Cardinal sin. Monks of the screw. 

(His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of 

all Ireland, appears in the doorway, dressed in red soutane, 

sandals and socks. Seven dwarf simian acolytes, also in red, 

cardinal sins, uphold his train, peeping under it. He wears a 

battered silk hat sideways on his head. His thumbs are stuck in 

his armpits and his palms outspread. Round his neck hangs a 

rosary of corks ending on his breast in a corkscrew cross. Releasing 

his thumbs, he invokes grace from on high with large wave 

gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp:) 

THE CARDINAL: 

Conservio lies captured 

He lies in the lowest dungeon 

With manacles and chains around his limbs 

Weighing upwards of three tons.  

(He looks at all for a moment, his right eye closed tight, his 

left cheek puffed out. Then, unable to repress his merriment, he 

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rocks to and fro, arms akimbo, and sings with broad rollicking 

humour:) 

O, the poor little fellow 

Hihihihihis legs they were yellow 

He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a 

snake 

But some bloody savage 

To graize his white cabbage 

He murdered Nell Flaherty’s duckloving 

drake.  

(A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe. He scratches 

himself with crossed arms at his ribs, grimacing, and exclaims:)  

I’m suffering the agony of the damned. By the hoky 

fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not 

unanimous. If they were they’d walk me off the face of 

the bloody globe. 

(His head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers, 

imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying 

his hat from side to side, shrinking quickly to the size of his 

trainbearers. The dwarf acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, 

ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him. His voice is heard 

mellow from afar, merciful male, melodious:) 

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Shall carry my heart to thee, 

Shall carry my heart to thee, 

And the breath of the balmy night 

Shall carry my heart to thee!  

(The trick doorhandle turns.)  

THE DOORHANDLE: Theeee! 

ZOE: The devil is in that door. 

(A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard 

taking the waterproof and hat from the rack. Bloom starts forward 

involuntarily and, half closing the door as he passes, takes the 

chocolate from his pocket and offers it nervously to Zoe.) 

ZOE:  (Sniffs his hair briskly) Hmmm! Thank your 

mother for the rabbits. I’m very fond of what I like. 

BLOOM: (Hearing a male voice in talk with the whores on 

the doorstep, pricks his ears) If it were he? After? Or because 

not? Or the double event? 

ZOE: (Tears open the silverfoil) Fingers was made before 

forks.  (She breaks off and nibbles a piece gives a piece to Kitty 

Ricketts and then turns kittenishly to Lynch) No objection to 

French lozenges? (He nods. She taunts him.) Have it now or 

wait till you get it? (He opens his mouth, his head cocked. She 

whirls the prize in left circle. His head follows. She whirls it back 

in right circle. He eyes her.) Catch! 

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(She tosses a piece. With an adroit snap he catches it and bites 

it through with a crack.) 

KITTY:  (Chewing) The engineer I was with at the 

bazaar does have lovely ones. Full of the best liqueurs. 

And the viceroy was there with his lady. The gas we had 

on the Toft’s hobbyhorses. I’m giddy still. 

BLOOM: (In Svengali’s fur overcoat, with folded arms and 

Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing 

eagle glance towards the door. Then rigid with left foot advanced 

he makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and gives the sign of 

past master, drawing his right arm downwards from his left 

shoulder.) Go, go, go, I conjure you, whoever you are! 

(A male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist 

outside. Bloom’s features relax. He places a hand in his 

waistcoat, posing calmly. Zoe offers him chocolate.) 

BLOOM: (Solemnly) Thanks. 

ZOE: Do as you’re bid. Here! 

(A firm heelclacking tread is heard on the stairs.) 

BLOOM:  (Takes the chocolate) Aphrodisiac? Tansy and 

pennyroyal. But I bought it. Vanilla calms or? Mnemo. 

Confused light confuses memory. Red influences lupus. 

Colours affect women’s characters, any they have. This 

black makes me sad. Eat and be merry for tomorrow. (He 

eats) Influence taste too, mauve. But it is so long since I. 

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