(He looks at all for A moment, his right eye closed tight, his left cheek
puffed out.  Then, unable to repress his merriment, he 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:)

    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?