Part 130 (2/2)

_(Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.)_

ZOE: I'm giddy!

_(She frees herself, droops on a chair. Stephen seizes Florry and turns with her.)_

MAGINNI: Boulangere! Les ronds! Les ponts! Chevaux de bois! Escargots!

_(Twining, receding, with interchanging hands the night hours link each each with arching arms in a mosaic of movements. Stephen and Florry turn c.u.mbrously.)_

MAGINNI: _Dansez avec vos dames! Changez de dames! Donnez le pet.i.t bouquet a votre dame! Remerciez!_

THE PIANOLA:

Best, best of all, Baraab.u.m!

KITTY: (JUMPS UP) O, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus bazaar!

_(She runs to Stephen. He leaves florry brusquely and seizes Kitty.

A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks. Groangrousegurgling Toft's c.u.mbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room.)_

THE PIANOLA:

My girl's a Yorks.h.i.+re girl.

ZOE:

Yorks.h.i.+re through and through.

Come on all!

_(She seizes Florry and waltzes her.)_

STEPHEN: _Pas seul!_

_(He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, s.n.a.t.c.hes up his ashplant from the table and takes the floor. All wheel whirl waltz twirl. Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women. Stephen with hat ashplant frogsplits in middle highkicks with skykicking mouth shut hand clasp part under thigh. With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's c.u.mbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.)_

THE PIANOLA:

Though she's a factory la.s.s And wears no fancy clothes.

_(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. Baraab.u.m!)_

TUTTI: Encore! Bis! Bravo! Encore!

SIMON: Think of your mother's people!

STEPHEN: Dance of death.

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