Ulysses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 997 pages of information about Ulysses.

Ulysses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 997 pages of information about Ulysses.

Private Carr:  (To Stephen) Say it again.

Stephen:  (Nervous, friendly, pulls himself up) I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the moment.  This is the age of patent medicines.  A discussion is difficult down here.  But this is the point.  You die for your country.  Suppose. (He places his arm on private Carr’s sleeve) Not that I wish it for you.  But I say:  Let my country die for me.  Up to the present it has done so.  I didn’t want it to die.  Damn death.  Long live life!

Edward the seventh:  (Levitates over heaps of slain, in the garb and with the halo of joking Jesus, A white jujube in his phosphorescent face)

    My methods are new and are causing surprise. 
    To make the blind see I throw dust in their eyes.

Stephen:  Kings and unicorns! (He fills back A pace) Come somewhere and we’ll ...  What was that girl saying? ...

Private Compton:  Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers.  Stick one into Jerry.

Bloom:  (To the privates, softly) He doesn’t know what he’s saying.  Taken a little more than is good for him.  Absinthe.  Greeneyed monster.  I know him.  He’s a gentleman, a poet.  It’s all right.

Stephen:  (Nods, smiling and laughing) Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.

Private Carr:  I don’t give a bugger who he is.

Private Compton:  We don’t give a bugger who he is.

Stephen:  I seem to annoy them.  Green rag to a bull.

(Kevin Egan of paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-O’-day
boy’s hat signs to Stephen.)

Kevin Egan:  H’lo!  Bonjour!  The VIEILLE OGRESSE with the dents JAUNES.

(Patrice Egan peeps from behind, his RABBITFACE nibbling A Quince leaf.)

Patrice:  SOCIALISTE!

Don Emile PATRIZIO Franz Rupert pope Hennessy:  (In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his helm, with noble indignation points A mailed hand against the privates) Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy!

Bloom:  (To Stephen) Come home.  You’ll get into trouble.

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