Ulysses Part 134

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STEPHEN: Did I? When?

BLOOM: _(To the redcoats)_ We fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. Isn't that history? Royal Dublin Fusiliers. Honoured by our monarch.

THE NAVVY: _(Staggering past)_ O, yes! O G.o.d, yes! O, make the kwawr a krowawr! O! Bo!

_(Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his breast bright with medals, toes the line.

He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of the knights templars.)_

MAJOR TWEEDY: _(Growls gruffly)_ Rorke's Drift! Up, guards, and at them!

Mahar shalal hashbaz.

PRIVATE CARR: I'll do him in.

PRIVATE COMPTON: _(Waves the crowd back)_ Fair play, here. Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the b.u.g.g.e.r.

_(Ma.s.sed bands blare_ Garryowen _and_ G.o.d save the King.)

CISSY CAFFREY: They're going to fight. For me!

c.u.n.tY KATE: The brave and the fair.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the best.

c.u.n.tY KATE: _(Blus.h.i.+ng deeply)_ Nay, madam. The gules doublet and merry saint George for me!

STEPHEN:

The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave Old Ireland's windingsheet.

PRIVATE CARR: _(Loosening his belt, shouts)_ I'll wring the neck of any f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d says a word against my bleeding f.u.c.king king.

BLOOM: _(Shakes Cissy Caffrey's shoulders)_ Speak, you! Are you struck dumb? You are the link between nations and generations. Speak, woman, sacred lifegiver!

CISSY CAFFREY: _(Alarmed, seizes Private Carr's sleeve)_ Amn't I with you? Amn't I your girl? Cissy's your girl. _(She cries)_ Police!

STEPHEN: _(Ecstatically, to Cissy Caffrey)_

White thy fambles, red thy gan And thy quarrons dainty is.

VOICES: Police!

DISTANT VOICES: Dublin's burning! Dublin's burning! On fire, on fire!

_(Brimstone fires spring up. Dense clouds roll past. Heavy Gatling guns boom. Pandemonium. Troops deploy. Gallop of hoofs. Artillery. Hoa.r.s.e commands. Bells clang. Backers shout. Drunkards bawl. Wh.o.r.es screech.

Foghorns hoot. Cries of valour. Shrieks of dying. Pikes clash on cuira.s.ses. Thieves rob the slain. Birds of prey, winging from the sea, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodc.o.c.ks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. The midnight sun is darkened. The earth trembles. The dead of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white sheepskin overcoats and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many. A chasm opens with a noiseless yawn. Tom Rochford, winner, in athlete's singlet and breeches, arrives at the head of the national hurdle handicap and leaps into the void.

He is followed by a race of runners and leapers. In wild att.i.tudes they spring from the brink. Their bodies plunge. Factory la.s.ses with fancy clothes toss redhot Yorks.h.i.+re baraabombs. Society ladies lift their skirts above their heads to protect themselves. Laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the air on broomsticks. Quakerlyster plasters blisters. It rains dragons' teeth. Armed heroes spring up from furrows.

They exchange in amity the pa.s.s of knights of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac b.u.t.t, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The O'Donoghue of the Glens against The Glens of The O'Donoghue. On an eminence, the centre of the earth, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara. Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns.

From the high barbacans of the tower two shafts of light fall on the smokepalled altarstone. On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, G.o.ddess of unreason, lies, naked, fettered, a chalice resting on her swollen belly.

Father Malachi O'Flynn in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his two left feet back to the front, celebrates camp ma.s.s. The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a plain ca.s.sock and mortarboard, his head and collar back to the front, holds over the celebrant's head an open umbrella.)_

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: _Introibo ad altare diaboli._

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: To the devil which hath made glad my young days.

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: _(Takes from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host) Corpus meum._

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: _(Raises high behind the celebrant's petticoat, revealing his grey bare hairy b.u.t.tocks between which a carrot is stuck)_ My body.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE d.a.m.nED: Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!

_(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)_

ADONAI: Dooooooooooog!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Alleluia, for the Lord G.o.d Omnipotent reigneth!

_(From on high the voice of Adonai calls.)_

ADONAI: Goooooooooood!

_(In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green factions sing_ Kick the Pope _and_ Daily, daily sing to Mary.)

PRIVATE CARR: _(With ferocious articulation)_ I'll do him in, so help me f.u.c.king Christ! I'll wring the b.a.s.t.a.r.d f.u.c.ker's bleeding blasted f.u.c.king windpipe!

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: _(Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand)_ Remove him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Ireland will be free. _(She prays)_ O good G.o.d, take him!

(THE RETRIEVER, NOSING ON THE FRINGE OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.)

BLOOM: _(Runs to lynch)_ Can't you get him away?

LYNCH: He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! _(To Bloom)_ Get him away, you. He won't listen to me.

_(He drags Kitty away.)_

STEPHEN: _(Points) exit Judas. Et laqueo se suspendit._

BLOOM: _(Runs to Stephen)_ Come along with me now before worse happens.

Here's your stick.

STEPHEN: Stick, no. Reason. This feast of pure reason.

CISSY CAFFREY: _(Pulling Private Carr)_ Come on, you're boosed. He insulted me but I forgive him. _(Shouting in his ear)_ I forgive him for insulting me.

BLOOM: _(Over Stephen's shoulder)_ Yes, go. You see he's incapable.

PRIVATE CARR: _(Breaks loose)_ I'll insult him.

Ulysses Part 134

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