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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
.
(
With
obese
stupidity
Florry
Talbot
regards
Stephen
.
)
FLORRY
:
They
say
the
last
day
is
coming
this
summer
.
KITTY
:
No
!
ZOE
:
(
Explodes
in
laughter
.
)
Great
unjust
God
!
FLORRY
:
(
Offended
.
)
Well
,
it
was
in
the
papers
about
Antichrist
.
O
,
my
foot
’
s
tickling
.
(
Ragged
barefoot
newsboys
,
jogging
a
wagtail
kite
,
patter
past
,
yelling
.
)
THE
NEWSBOYS
:
Stop
press
edition
.
Result
of
the
rockinghorse
races
.
Sea
serpent
in
the
royal
canal
.
Safe
arrival
of
Antichrist
.
