Улисс

           (Heturnsonhisleftside,sighing,doublinghimselftogether.)

           BLOOM:Poetry.Welleducated.Pity.(HebendsagainandundoesthebuttonsofStephen’swaistcoat.)Tobreathe.(HebrushesthewoodshavingsfromStephen’sclotheswithlighthandandfingers.)Onepoundseven.Nothurtanyhow.(Helistens.)What?

           STEPHEN:(Murmurs.)

           ...shadows...thewoods

           ...whitebreast...dimsea.

           (Hestretchesouthisarms,sighsagainandcurlshisbody.Bloom,holdingthehatandashplant,standserect.Adogbarksinthedistance.Bloomtightensandloosenshisgripontheashplant.HelooksdownonStephen’sfaceandform.)

           BLOOM:(Communeswiththenight.)Faceremindsmeofhispoormother.Intheshadywood.Thedeepwhitebreast.Ferguson,IthinkIcaught.Agirl.Somegirl.Bestthingcouldhappenhim.(Hemurmurs.)...swearthatIwillalwayshail,everconceal,neverreveal,anypartorparts,artorarts...(Hemurmurs.)...intheroughsandsofthesea...acabletow’slengthfromtheshore...wherethetideebbs...andflows...

           (Silent,thoughtful,alerthestandsonguard,hisfingersathislipsintheattitudeofsecretmaster.Againstthedarkwallafigureappearsslowly,afairyboyofeleven,achangeling,kidnapped,dressedinanEtonsuitwithglassshoesandalittlebronzehelmet,holdingabookinhishand.Hereadsfromrighttoleftinaudibly,smiling,kissingthepage.)

           BLOOM:(Wonderstruck,callsinaudibly.)Rudy!

           RUDY:(Gazes,unseeing,intoBloom’seyesandgoesonreading,kissing,smiling.Hehasadelicatemauveface.Onhissuithehasdiamondandrubybuttons