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 petticoats, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot is stuck.) my body.
the voice of all the damned htengier tnetopinmo dog drol eht rot, aiulella!
(from on high the voice of adonai calls.)adonai dooooooooooog!
the voice of all the blessed alleluia, for the lord god omnipotent reigneth!
(from on high the voice of adonai calls.)adonai goooooooooood!
(in strident discord peasants and townsmen of mange 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 fucking christ! i'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking 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 god, take him!
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.
(he rushes towards stephen, fists outstretched, and strikes him in the face. stephen totters, collapses, falls stunned. he lies prone, his face to the sky, his hat rolling to the wall. bloom follows and picks it up.)major tweedy (loudly.) carbine in bucket! cease fire! salute!
the retriever (barking furiously.) ute ute ute ute ute ute uteute.
the crowd let him up! don't strike him when he's down! air! who? the soldier hit him. he's a professor. is he hurted? don't manhandle him! he's fainted!