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BLOOM
:
Aurora
borealis
or
a
steel
foundry
?
Ah
,
the
brigade
,
of
course
.
South
side
anyhow
.
Big
blaze
.
Might
be
his
house
.
Beggar
’
s
bush
.
We
’
re
safe
.
(
He
hums
cheerfully
.
)
London
’
s
burning
,
London
’
s
burning
!
On
fire
,
on
fire
!
(
He
catches
sight
of
the
navvy
lurching
through
the
crowd
at
the
farther
side
of
Talbot
street
.
)
I
’
ll
miss
him
.
Run
.
Quick
.
Better
cross
here
.
(
He
darts
to
cross
the
road
.
Urchins
shout
.
)
THE
URCHINS
:
Mind
out
,
mister
!
(
Two
cyclists
,
with
lighted
paper
lanterns
aswing
,
swim
by
him
,
grazing
him
,
their
bells
rattling
.
)
THE
BELLS
:
Haltyaltyaltyall
.
BLOOM
:
(
Halts
erect
,
stung
by
a
spasm
.
)
Ow
!
(
He
looks
round
,
darts
forward
suddenly
.
Through
rising
fog
a
dragon
sandstrewer
,
travelling
at
caution
,
slews
heavily
down
upon
him
,
its
huge
red
headlight
winking
,
its
trolley
hissing
on
the
wire
.
The
motorman
bangs
his
footgong
.
)
THE
GONG
:
Bang
Bang
Bla
Bak
Blud
Bugg
Bloo
.
(
The
brake
cracks
violently
.
Bloom
,
raising
a
policeman
’
s
whitegloved
hand
,
blunders
stifflegged
out
of
the
track
.
The
motorman
,
thrown
forward
,
pugnosed
,
on
the
guidewheel
,
yells
as
he
slides
past
over
chains
and
keys
.
)
