stephen (grimacing with head back， laughs loudly， clapping himself) great success of laughing. angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians. demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable cos turned. or do you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans？ (he points about him with grotesque gestures which lynch and the whores reply to.) caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptoms virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times. enter gentlemen to see in mirrors every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omelette on the belly pièce de shakespeare.
bella (clapping her belly， sinks back on the sofa with a shout of laughter.) an omelette on the... ho！ ho！ ho！ ho！... omelette on the...
stephen (mincingly.) i love you， sir darling. speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. o yes， mon loup. how much cost？ waterloo. watercloset. (he ceases suddenly and holds up a forefinger.)bella (laughing.) omelette...
the whores (laughing.) encore！ encore！
stephen mark me. i dreamt of a watermelon.
zoe go abroad and love a foreign lady.
lynch across the world for a wife.
florry dreams go by contraries.
stephen (extending his arms.) it was here. street of harlots. in serpentine avenue beelzebub ed me her， a fubsy widow. where's the red carpet spread？
bloom (approaching stephen.) look.
stephen no， i flew. my foes beneath me. and ever shall be. world without end. (he cries.) pater！ free！
bloom i say， look...
stephen break my spirit， will he？ o merde alors！ (he cries， his vulture talons sharpened.) hola！ hillyho！
(simon dedalus' voice hilloes in answer， somewhat sleepy but ready.)simon that's all right. (he swoops uncertainly through the air， wheeling， uttering cries of heartening， on strong ponderous buzzard wings.) ho， boy！ are you going to win？ hoop！ pschatt！ stable with those halfcastes. wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. head up！ keep our flag flying！ an eagle gules volant in a field argent displayed. ulster king at arms！ hai hoop！ (he makes the beagle's call giving tongue.) bulbul！ burblblbrurblbl！ hai， boy！