Bloom:  I was precocious.  Youth.  The fauna.  I sacrificed to the god of the forest.  The flowers that bloom in the spring.  It was pairing time.  Capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon.  Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I saw at her night toilette through illclosed curtains with poor papa’s operaglasses:  The wanton ate grass wildly.  She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits.  She climbed their crooked tree and I ...  A saint couldn’t resist it.  The demon possessed me.  Besides, who saw?

(Staggering bob, A WHITEPOLLED calf, thrusts A ruminating head with humid nostrils through the foliage.)

Staggering bob:  (Large teardrops rolling from his prominent eyes, SNIVELS) Me.  Me see.

Bloom:  Simply satisfying a need I ... (With pathos) No girl would when I went girling.  Too ugly.  They wouldn’t play ...

(High on ben Howth through rhododendrons A nannygoat passes, PLUMPUDDERED, BUTTYTAILED, dropping currants.)

The nannygoat:  (Bleats) Megeggaggegg!  Nannannanny!

Bloom:  (Hatless, flushed, covered with Burrs of Thistledown and GORSESPINE) Regularly engaged.  Circumstances alter cases. (He gazes intently downwards on the water) Thirtytwo head over heels per second.  Press nightmare.  Giddy Elijah.  Fall from cliff.  Sad end of government printer’s clerk. (Through SILVERSILENT summer air the dummy of bloom, rolled in A mummy, rolls ROTEATINGLY from the lion’s head cliff into the purple waiting waters.)

The DUMMYMUMMY:  Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!

(Far out in the bay between Bailey and kish lights the Erin’s King sails, sending A broadening plume of coalsmoke from her funnel towards the land.)

Councillor NANNETII:  (Alone on deck, in dark alpaca, YELLOWKITEFACED, his hand in his waistcoat opening, declaims) When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.  I have ...

Bloom:  Done.  Prff!

The nymph:  (Loftily) We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either.  We are stonecold and pure.  We eat electric light. (She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in her mouth) Spoke to me.  Heard from behind.  How then could you ...?