O’MADDEN Burke: Free fox in a free
henroost.
Davy Byrne: (Yawning) Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!
Bloom: Mixed races and mixed marriage.
Lenehan: What about mixed bathing?
(Bloom explains to those near
him his schemes for social
regeneration.
All agree with him. The
keeper of the Kildare street
museum appears,
dragging A lorry on which are
the shaking statues of several
naked
goddesses, Venus CALLIPYGE, Venus Pandemos,
Venus metempsychosis, and
plaster figures, also naked, representing
the new nine muses, Commerce,
operatic music, Amor, publicity,
manufacture, liberty of speech,
plural
voting, gastronomy, private hygiene,
seaside concert entertainments,
painless obstetrics and astronomy
for the people.)
Father Farley: He is an episcopalian,
an agnostic, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow
our holy faith.
Mrs Riordan: (Tears up her
will) I’m disappointed in you! You
bad man!
Mother Grogan: (Removes her
boot to throw it at bloom)
You beast! You abominable person!
Nosey Flynn: Give us a tune, Bloom.
One of the old sweet songs.
I vowed that I never would
leave her,
She turned out a cruel deceiver.
With my tooraloom tooraloom
tooraloom tooraloom.
Hoppy Holohan: Good old Bloom! There’s
nobody like him after all.
Paddy Leonard: Stage Irishman!
Bloom: What railway opera is like a tramline
in Gibraltar? The Rows of
Casteele. (Laughter.)
Lenehan: Plagiarist! Down with Bloom!
The veiled Sibyl: (Enthusiastically)
I’m a Bloomite and I glory in it. I believe
in him in spite of all. I’d give my life
for him, the funniest man on earth.
Bloom: (Winks at the bystanders)
I bet she’s a bonny lassie.
Theodore Purefoy: (In FISHINGCAP
and oilskin jacket) He employs a mechanical
device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.
The veiled Sibyl: (Stabs
herself) My hero god! (She dies)
