Stephen
You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Whetstone!
The Cap
Bah!
Stephen
Here's another for you. (He frowns.) The reason is because the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible interval which…
The Cap
Which? Finish. You can’t.
Stephen
(With an effort.) Interval which. Is the greatest possible elipse. Consistent with. The ultimate return. The octave. Which.
The Cap
Which?
Stephen
(Abruptly.) What went forth to the ends of the world to traverse not itself. God, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Wait a moment. Wait a second. Damn that fellow’s noise in the street. Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. Ecco!
Lynch
(With a mocking whinny of laughter grins at Bloom and Zoe Higgins.) What a learned speech, eh?
Zoe
(Briskly.) God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten.
