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BUCK
MULLIGAN
:
She
’
s
beastly
dead
.
The
pity
of
it
!
Mulligan
meets
the
afflicted
mother
.
(
He
upturns
his
eyes
.
)
Mercurial
Malachi
!
THE
MOTHER
:
(
With
the
subtle
smile
of
death
’
s
madness
.
)
I
was
once
the
beautiful
May
Goulding
.
I
am
dead
.
STEPHEN
:
(
Horrorstruck
.
)
Lemur
,
who
are
you
?
No
.
What
bogeyman
’
s
trick
is
this
?
BUCK
MULLIGAN
:
(
Shakes
his
curling
capbell
.
)
The
mockery
of
it
!
Kinch
dogsbody
killed
her
bitchbody
.
She
kicked
the
bucket
.
(
Tears
of
molten
butter
fall
from
his
eyes
on
to
the
scone
.
)
Our
great
sweet
mother
!
Epi
oinopa
ponton
.
THE
MOTHER
:
(
Comes
nearer
,
breathing
upon
him
softly
her
breath
of
wetted
ashes
.
)
All
must
go
through
it
,
Stephen
.
More
women
than
men
in
the
world
.
You
too
.
Time
will
come
.
STEPHEN
:
(
Choking
with
fright
,
remorse
and
horror
.
)
They
say
I
killed
you
,
mother
.
He
offended
your
memory
.
Cancer
did
it
,
not
I
.
Destiny
.
THE
MOTHER
:
(
A
green
rill
of
bile
trickling
from
a
side
of
her
mouth
.
)
You
sang
that
song
to
me
.
Love
’
s
bitter
mystery
.
STEPHEN
:
(
Eagerly
.
)
Tell
me
the
word
,
mother
,
if
you
know
now
.
The
word
known
to
all
men
.
THE
MOTHER
:
Who
saved
you
the
night
you
jumped
into
the
train
at
Dalkey
with
Paddy
Lee
?
Who
had
pity
for
you
when
you
were
sad
among
the
strangers
?
Prayer
is
allpowerful
.
Prayer
for
the
suffering
souls
in
the
Ursuline
manual
and
forty
days
’
indulgence
.
Repent
,
Stephen
.
