Part 129 (1/2)
STEPHEN: _Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti._ Queens lay with prize bulls.
Remember Pasiphae for whose l.u.s.t my grandoldgrossfather made the first confess...o...b..x. Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the house of Lambert. And Noah was drunk with wine. And his ark was open.
BELLA: None of that here. Come to the wrong shop.
LYNCH: Let him alone. He's back from Paris.
ZOE: _(Runs to stephen and links him)_ O go on! Give us some parleyvoo.
_(Stephen claps hat on head and leaps over to the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a painted smile on his face.)_
LYNCH: _(Oommelling on the sofa)_ Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.
STEPHEN: _(Gabbles with marionette jerks)_ Thousand places of entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fas.h.i.+onable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous.
Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and h.e.l.l show with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night.
Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with _dessous troublants_. _(He clacks his tongue loudly)_ _Ho, la la!
Ce pif qu'il a!_
LYNCH: _Vive le vampire!_
THE Wh.o.r.eS: Bravo! Parleyvoo!
STEPHEN: _(Grimacing with head back, laughs loudly, clapping himself)_ Great success of laughing. Angels much prost.i.tutes like and holy apostles big d.a.m.n ruffians. _Demimondaines_ nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Or do you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? _(He points about him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the wh.o.r.es reply to)_ Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times. Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully b.e.s.t.i.a.l butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the belly _piece de Shakespeare._
BELLA: _(Clapping her belly sinks back on the sofa, with a shout of laughter)_ An omelette on the... Ho! ho! ho! ho!... omelette on the...
STEPHEN: _(Mincingly)_ I love you, sir darling. Speak you englishman tongue for _double entente cordiale._ O yes, _mon loup_. How much cost?
Waterloo. Watercloset. _(He ceases suddenly and holds up a forefinger)_
BELLA: _(Laughing)_ Omelette...
THE Wh.o.r.eS: _(Laughing)_ Encore! Encore!
STEPHEN: Mark me. I dreamt of a watermelon.
ZOE: Go abroad and love a foreign lady.
LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.
FLORRY: Dreams goes by contraries.
STEPHEN: _(Extends his arms)_ It was here. Street of harlots. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. Where's the red carpet spread?
BLOOM: _(Approaching Stephen)_ Look...
STEPHEN: No, I flew. My foes beneath me. And ever shall be. World without end. _(He cries) P_ater! Free!
BLOOM: I say, look...
STEPHEN: Break my spirit, will he? _O merde alors! (He cries, his vulture talons sharpened)_ Hola! Hillyho!
_(Simon Dedalus' voice hilloes in answer, somewhat sleepy but ready.)_
SIMON: That's all right. _(He swoops uncertainly through the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on strong ponderous buzzard wings)_ Ho, boy! Are you going to win? Hoop! Pschatt! Stable with those halfcastes. Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an a.s.s. Head up! Keep our flag flying! An eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed.