florry
Dreams go by contraries.
stephen
(Extending his arms.) It was here. Street of harlots. In Serpentine Avenue Beelzebub showed 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
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 towin? 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!