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bloom

(Propping him.) Retain your own.

stephen

(Laughs emptily.) My centre of gravity is displaced. I have forgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Struggle for life is the law of existence but modern philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. (He taps his brow.) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.

biddy the clap

Did you hear what the professor said? He’s a professor out of the college.

cunty kate

I did. I heard that.

biddy the clap

He expresses himself with much marked refinement of phraseology.

cunty kate

Indeed, yes. And at the same time with such apposite trenchancy.

private carr

(Pulls himself free and comes forward.) What’s that you’re saying about my king?

(Edward the Seventh appears in an archway. He wears a white jersey on which an image of the Sacred Heart is stitched, with the insignia of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner’s and Probyn’s horse, Lincoln’s Inns’ bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachussets. He sucks a red jujube. He is robed as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron, marked made in Germany. In his left hand he holds a plasterer’s bucket on which is printed: Défense d’uriner. A roar of welcome greets him.)

edward the seventh

(Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly.) Peace, perfect peace. For identification bucket in my hand. Cheerio, boys. (He turns to his subjects.) We have come