Card of the races。 Racing card！
Ten to one the field！
Tommy on the clay here！
Tommy on the clay！
Ten to one bar one。
Ten to one bar one。
Try your luck on spinning Jenny！
Ten to one bar one！
Sell the monkey； boys！
Sell the monkey！
I'll give ten to one！
Ten to one bar one！
（A dark horse； riderless； bolts like a phantom past the winningpost； his mane moonfoaming； his eyeballs stars。 The field follows； a bunch of bucking mounts。 Skeleton horses： Sceptre； Maximum the Second； Zinfandel； the Duke of Westminsters Shotover； Repulse； the Duke of Beauforts' Ceylon； prix de Paris。 Dwarfs ride them； rusty armoured； leaping； leaping in their saddles。 in a drizzle of rain； on a broken…winded isabelle nag； Cock of the North； the favourite； honey cap； green jacket； orange sleeves； Garrett Deasy up； gripping the reins； a hockey stick at the ready。 His nag； stumbling on whitegaitered feet； jogs along the rocky road。）
THE ORANGE LODGES （Jeering。） Get down and push； mister。 lap！ You'll be home the night！
GARRETT DEASY （Bolt upright； his nailscraped face plastered with postage stamps； brandishes his hockeystick； his blue eyes flashing in the prism of the chandelier as his mount lopes by at a schooling gallop。） Per vias rectas！
（A yoke of buckets leopards all over him and his rearing nag； a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots； barley； onions； turnips； potatoes。）
THE GREEN LODGES Soft day； sir John！ Soft day； your honour！
（Private Carr； Private pton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows； singing in discord。）
STEPHEN Hark！ Our friend； noise in the street！
ZOE （Holds up her hand。） Stop！
PRIVATE CARR； PRIVATE PTON and CISSY CAFFREY
Yet I've a sort a
Yorkshire relish for。。。
ZOE That's me。 （She claps her hands。） Dance！ Dance！ （She runs to the pianola。） Who has twopence？
BLOOM Who'll。
LYNCH （Handing her coins。） Here。
STEPHEN （Cracking his fingers impatiently。） Quick！ Quick！ Where's my augur's rod？ （He runs to the piano and takes his ashplant； beating his foot in tripudium。）
ZOE （Turns the drumhandle。） There。
（She drops two pennies in the slot。 Glow pink and violet lights start forth。 The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz。 Professor Goodwin； in a bowknotted periwig； in court dress； wearing a stained inverness cape； bent in two from incredible age； totters across the room； his hands fluttering。 He sits tinily on the piano stool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the keyboard； nodding with damsels grace； his bowknot bobbing。）
ZOE （Twirls around herself heeltapping。） Dance。 Anybody here for there？ Who'll dance？
（The pianola； with changing lights； plays in waltz time the prelude to My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl。 Stephen throws his ashplant on the table and seizes Zoe around the waist。 Florry and Bella push the table towards the fireplace。 Stephen； aiming Zoe with exaggerated grace； begins to waltz her around the room。 Her sleeve； falling from gracing arms； reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination。 Bloom stands aside。 Between the curtains； Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins a silk hat。 With a deft kick； he sends it spinning to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in。 He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels； a go…et of cream tulle； a green lowcut waistcoat； stock collar with white kerchief tight lavender trousers； patent pumps and canary gloves。 In his buttonhole is a dahlia。 He twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane； then wedges it tight in his oxter。 He places a hand limply on his breastbone； bows and fondles his flower and buttons。）
MAGINNI The poetry of motion； art of callisthenics。 No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levinstone's。 Fancy dress balls arranged。 Deportment。 The Katty Lanner steps。 So。 Watch me！ My terpsichorean abilities。 （He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee's feet。） Tout le monde an avant！ Révérence！ Tout le monde en place！
（The prelude ceases。 Professor Goodwin； beating vague arms；shrivels； shrinks； his live cape falling about the stool。 The air； in firmer waltz time； pounds。 Stephen and Zoe circle freely。 The lights change； glow； fade； gold； rose； violet。）
THE PIANOLA Two young fellows were talking about their girls； girls； girls； Sweethearts they'd left behind。
（From a corner the morning hours run out； goldhaired； slim； in girlish blue； waspwaisted； with innocent hands。 Nimbly they dance； twirling their skipping ropes。 The hours of noon follow in amber gold。 Laughing linked； high hairbs flashing； they catch the sun in mocking mirrors； lifting their arms。）
MAGINNI （Clipclaps glovesilent hands。） Carré！ Avant deux！ Breathe evenly！ Balance！
（The morning and noon hours waltz in their places； turning； advancing to each other； shaping their curves； bowing vis a vis。 Cawaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms； with hands descending to； touching； rising from their shoulders。）
HOURS You may touch my。
CAVALIERS May I touch your？
HOURS O； but lightly！
CAVALIERS O； so lightly！
THE PIANOLA My little shy little lass has a waist。
（Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing。 The twilight hours advance； from long landshadows； dispersed； lagging； languideyed； their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom。 They are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land breeze。）
MAGINNI Avant！ huit！ Traversé！ Salut！ Cours de mains！ Croisé！
（The eight hours steal to the last place。 Morning； noon and twilight hours retreat before them。 They are masked； with daggered hair and bracelets of dull bells。 Weary； they curchycurchy under veils。）
THE BRACELETS Heigho！ Heigho！
ZOE （Twisting； her hand to her brow。） O！
MAGINNI Los tiroirs！ Cha？ne de dames！ La corbeille！ Dos à dos！
（Arabesquing wearily； they weave a pattern on the floor； weaving； unweaving； curtseying； twisting； simply swirling。）
ZOE I'm giddy。
（She frees herself droops on a chair； Stephen seizes Florry and turns with her。）
MAGINNI Boulangère！ Los ronds！ Los ponts！ Chevaux de bois！ Escargots！
（Twining； receding； with interchanging hands； the night hours link； each with arching arms； in a mosaic of movements。 Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously。）
MAGINNI Dansez avec vos dames！ Changes de dames！ Donnes le petit bouquet a votre dame！ Remerciez！
THE PIANOLA
Best； best of all；
Baraabum！
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 bit tern's harsh high whistle shrieks。 Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome whirligig turns slowly the room right roundabout the room。）
THE PIANOLA My girl's a Yorkshire girl。
ZOE Yorkshire through and through。 e on all！
（She seizes Florry and waltzes her。）
STEPHEN Pas seul！
（He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arm's； snatches 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 horn blower blue green yellow flashes。 Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled； bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again。）
THE PIANOLA
Though she's a factory lass
And wears no fancy clothes。
（Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scotlootshoot lumbering by。 Baraabum！）
TUTTI Encore！ Bis！ Bravo！ Encore！
SIMON Think of your mother's people！
STEPHEN Dance of death。
（Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell； horse； nag； steer piglings； Conmee on Christass lame crutch and leg sailor in cockboat armfolded ropepulling hitching stamp hornpipe' through and through； Baraabum！ On nags； hogs； bellhorses； Gadarene swine； Corny in coffin。 Steel shark stone one handled Nelson； two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram falling bawling。 Gum； he's a champion。 Fuseblue peer from barrel rev。 evensong love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes。 Then in last wiswitchback lumbering up and down bump mash tub sort of viceroy and reine relish for tublumber bumpshire rose。 Baraabum！）
（The couples fall aside。 Stephen whirls giddily。 Room whirls back。 Eyes closed； he totters。 Red rails fly spacewards。 Stars all around suns turn roundabout。 Bright midges dance on wall。 He stops dead。）
STEPHEN Ho！
（Stephen's mother； emaciated； rises stark through the floor in leper grey with a wreath of faded orange blossoms and a torn bridal veil； her face worn and noseless； green with grave mould。 Her hair is scant and lank。 She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and opens her toothless mouth uttering a silent word。 A choir of virgins and confessors sing voicelessly。）
THE CHOIR
Liliata rutilantium te confessorum。。。
Iubilantium te virginum。。。
（From the top of a tower Buck Mulligan； in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with curling bell； stands gaping at her； a smoking buttered split scone in his hand。）
BUCK MULLIGAN She's beastly dead。 The pity of it！ Mulligan meets the afflicted mother。 （He upturns his eyes。） Mercurial Malachi。
THE MOTHER （With the subtle smile of death's madness。） I was once the beautiful May Goulding。 I am dead。
STEPHEN （Horrorstruck。） Lemur； who are you？ What bogey man's trick is this？
BUCK MULLIGAN （Shakes his curling capbell。） The mockery of it！ Kinch killed her dogsbody bitchbody。 She kicked the bucket。 （Tears of molten butter fall from his eyes into the scone。） Our great sweet mother！ Epi oinopa ponton。
THE MOTHER （es nearer； breathing upon him softly her breath of wetted ashes。） All must go through it； Stephen。 More women than men in the world。 You too。 Time will e。
STEPHEN （Choking with fright； remorse and horror。） They said I killed you； mother。 He offended your memory。 Cancer did it； not I。 Destiny。
THE MOTHER （A green rill of bile trickling from a side of her mouth。） You sang that song to me。 Love's bitter mystery。
STEPHEN （Eagerly。） Tell me the word； mother； if you know now。 The word known to all men。
THE MOTHER Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee？ Who had pity for you when you were sad among the strangers？ Prayer