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STEPHEN
:
(
Looks
behind
.
)
So
that
gesture
,
not
music
not
odour
,
would
be
a
universal
language
,
the
gift
of
tongues
rendering
visible
not
the
lay
sense
but
the
first
entelechy
,
the
structural
rhythm
.
LYNCH
:
Pornosophical
philotheology
.
Metaphysics
in
Mecklenburgh
street
!
STEPHEN
:
We
have
shrewridden
Shakespeare
and
henpecked
Socrates
.
Even
the
allwisest
Stagyrite
was
bitted
,
bridled
and
mounted
by
a
light
of
love
.
LYNCH
:
Ba
!
STEPHEN
:
Anyway
,
who
wants
two
gestures
to
illustrate
a
loaf
and
a
jug
?
This
movement
illustrates
the
loaf
and
jug
of
bread
or
wine
in
Omar
.
Hold
my
stick
.
LYNCH
:
Damn
your
yellow
stick
.
Where
are
we
going
?
STEPHEN
:
Lecherous
lynx
,
to
la
belle
dame
sans
merci
,
Georgina
Johnson
,
ad
deam
qui
laetificat
iuventutem
meam
.
(
Stephen
thrusts
the
ashplant
on
him
and
slowly
holds
out
his
hands
,
his
head
going
back
till
both
hands
are
a
span
from
his
breast
,
down
turned
,
in
planes
intersecting
,
the
fingers
about
to
part
,
the
left
being
higher
.
)
LYNCH
:
Which
is
the
jug
of
bread
?
It
skills
not
.
That
or
the
customhouse
.
Illustrate
thou
.
Here
take
your
crutch
and
walk
.
