Ulysses

    I vowed that I never would leave her,
    She turned out a cruel deceiver. 
    With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.

Hoppy Holohan:  Good old Bloom!  There’s nobody like him after all.

Paddy Leonard:  Stage Irishman!

Bloom:  What railway opera is like a tramline in Gibraltar?  The Rows of
Casteele. (Laughter.)

Lenehan:  Plagiarist!  Down with Bloom!

The veiled SIBYL:  (ENTHUSIASTICALLY) I’m a Bloomite and I glory in it.  I believe in him in spite of all.  I’d give my life for him, the funniest man on earth.

Bloom:  (WINKS at the bystanders) I bet she’s a bonny lassie.

Theodore Purefoy:  (In FISHINGCAP and oilskin jacket) He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

The veiled SIBYL:  (STABS herself) My hero god! (She dies)

(Many most attractive and enthusiastic women also commit suicide by
STABBING, drowning, drinking prussic acid, aconite, arsenic, opening
their veins, refusing food, casting themselves under STEAMROLLERS, from
the top of Nelson’s pillar, into the great vat of Guinness’s brewery,
ASPHYXIATING themselves by placing their heads in GASOVENS, hanging
themselves in stylish garters, leaping from windows of different
STOREYS.)

Alexander J Dowie:  (VIOLENTLY) Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a disgrace to christian men.  A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the cities of the plain, with a dissolute granddam.  This vile hypocrite, bronzed with infamy, is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse.  A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils.  The stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him.  Caliban!

The mob:  Lynch him!  Roast him!  He’s as bad as Parnell was.  Mr Fox!

(Mother Grogan THROWS her boot at bloom.  SEVERAL SHOPKEEPERS from upper
and lower Dorset street throw objects of little or no commercial value,
HAMBONES, condensed milk tins, UNSALEABLE cabbage, stale bread, sheep’s
tails, odd pieces of fat.)

Bloom:  (EXCITEDLY) This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again.  By heaven, I am guiltless as the unsunned snow!  It was my brother Henry.  He is my double.  He lives in number 2 Dolphin’s Barn.  Slander, the viper, has wrongfully accused me.  Fellowcountrymen, SGENL inn BAN BATA COISDE gan CAPALL.  I call on my old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to give medical testimony on my behalf.

Dr Mulligan:  (In motor JERKIN, green MOTORGOGGLES on his brow) Dr Bloom is bisexually abnormal.  He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace’s private asylum for demented gentlemen.  Born out of bedlock hereditary epilepsy is present, the consequence of unbridled lust.  Traces of elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants.  There are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism.  Ambidexterity is also latent.  He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth.  In consequence of a family complex he has temporarily lost his memory and I believe him to be more sinned against than sinning.  I have made a pervaginal examination and, after application of the acid test to 5427 anal, axillary, pectoral and pubic hairs, I declare him to be Virgo INTACTA.

(Bloom holds his high grade hat over his genital organs.)

Dr Madden:  Hypsospadia is also marked.  In the interest of coming generations I suggest that the parts affected should be preserved in spirits of wine in the national teratological museum.

Dr Crotthers:  I have examined the patient’s urine.  It is albuminoid.  Salivation is insufficient, the patellar reflex intermittent.

Dr punch Costello:  The FETOR JUDAICUS is most perceptible.

Dr Dixon:  (Reads A bill of health) Professor Bloom is a finished example of the new womanly man.  His moral nature is simple and lovable.  Many have found him a dear man, a dear person.  He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense.  He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court missionary of the Reformed Priests’ Protection Society which clears up everything.  He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer’s peas.  He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday.  He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory.  Another report states that he was a very posthumous child.  I appeal for clemency in the name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak.  He is about to have a baby.

(General commotion and compassion.  Women faint.  A wealthy American makes A street collection for bloom.  Gold and silver coins, blank cheques, banknotes, jewels, Treasury BONDS, MATURING bills of exchange, I. O. U’S, wedding rings, WATCHCHAINS, LOCKETS, NECKLACES and bracelets are rapidly collected.)

Bloom:  O, I so want to be a mother.

Mrs Thornton:  (In NURSETENDER’S gown) Embrace me tight, dear.  You’ll be soon over it.  Tight, dear.

(Bloom embraces her tightly and bears eight male yellow and white
children.  They appear on A REDCARPETED staircase ADORNED with expensive
plants.  All the OCTUPLETS are handsome, with valuable METALLIC faces,
WELLMADE, respectably dressed and WELLCONDUCTED, speaking five modern
languages FLUENTLY and interested in various arts and SCIENCES.  Each has
his name printed in LEGIBLE letters on his SHIRTFRONT:  NASODORO,
GOLDFINGER, Chrysostomos, MAINDOREE, SILVERSMILE, SILBERSELBER,
VIFARGENT, PANARGYROS.  They are immediately appointed to positions of
high public trust in several different countries as managing Directors of
banks, traffic MANAGERS of railways, CHAIRMEN of limited liability
COMPANIES, VICECHAIRMEN of hotel SYNDICATES.)

A voice:  Bloom, are you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?

Bloom:  (Darkly) You have said it.

Brother buzz:  Then perform a miracle like Father Charles.

Bantam Lyons:  Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger.

(Bloom walks on A net, covers his left eye with his left ear, passes
through several walls, CLIMBS Nelson’s pillar, hangs from the top ledge
by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters (shells included), heals
several sufferers from king’s evil, CONTRACTS his face so as to resemble
many historical personages, lord BEACONSFIELD, lord Byron, Wat TYLER,
Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, rip
van Winkle, KOSSUTH, Jean JACQUES ROUSSEAU, baron leopold Rothschild,
Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock HOLMES, PASTEUR, turns each foot simultaneously
in different directions, bids the tide turn back, eclipses the sun by
extending his little finger.)

Brini, papal NUNCIO:  (In papal ZOUAVE’S uniform, steel CUIRASSES as BREASTPLATE, ARMPLATES, THIGHPLATES, LEGPLATES, large PROFANE moustaches and brown paper mitre) LEOPOLDI AUTEM GENERATIO.  Moses begat Noah and Noah begat Eunuch and Eunuch begat O’Halloran and O’Halloran begat Guggenheim and Guggenheim begat Agendath and Agendath begat Netaim and Netaim begat Le Hirsch and Le Hirsch begat Jesurum and Jesurum begat MacKay and MacKay begat Ostrolopsky and Ostrolopsky begat Smerdoz and Smerdoz begat Weiss and Weiss begat Schwarz and Schwarz begat Adrianopoli and Adrianopoli begat Aranjuez and Aranjuez begat Lewy Lawson and Lewy Lawson begat Ichabudonosor and Ichabudonosor begat O’Donnell Magnus and O’Donnell Magnus begat Christbaum and Christbaum begat ben Maimun and ben Maimun begat Dusty Rhodes and Dusty Rhodes begat Benamor and Benamor begat Jones-Smith and Jones-Smith begat Savorgnanovich and Savorgnanovich begat Jasperstone and Jasperstone begat Vingtetunieme and Vingtetunieme begat Szombathely and Szombathely begat Virag and Virag begat Bloom et VOCABITUR NOMEN EIUS EMMANUEL.

A deadhand:  (WRITES on the wall) Bloom is a cod.

CRAB:  (In BUSHRANGER’S kit) What did you do in the cattlecreep behind
Kilbarrack?

A female infant:  (Shakes A rattle) And under Ballybough bridge?

A hollybush:  And in the devil’s glen?

Bloom:  (BLUSHES furiously all over from FRONS to NATES, three tears
filling from his left eye) Spare my past.

The irish evicted tenants:  (In BODYCOATS, KNEEBREECHES, with Donnybrook
fair SHILLELAGHS) Sjambok him!

(Bloom with asses’ ears seats himself in the PILLORY with crossed arms,
his feet protruding.  He whistles Don Giovanni, a cenar teco.  Artane
orphans, joining hands, CAPER round him.  GIRLS of the prison gate
mission, joining hands, CAPER round in the opposite direction.)

The Artane orphans: 

    You hig, you hog, you dirty dog! 
    You think the ladies love you!