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BLOOM
:
(
At
the
window
.
)
What
?
STEPHEN
:
Ah
non
,
par
exemple
!
The
intellectual
imagination
!
With
me
all
or
not
at
all
.
Non
serviam
!
FLORRY
:
Give
him
some
cold
water
.
Wait
.
(
She
rushes
out
.
)
THE
MOTHER
:
(
Wrings
her
hands
slowly
,
moaning
desperately
.
)
O
Sacred
Heart
of
Jesus
,
have
mercy
on
him
!
Save
him
from
hell
,
O
Divine
Sacred
Heart
!
STEPHEN
:
No
!
No
!
No
!
Break
my
spirit
,
all
of
you
,
if
you
can
!
I
’
ll
bring
you
all
to
heel
!
THE
MOTHER
:
(
In
the
agony
of
her
deathrattle
.
)
Have
mercy
on
Stephen
,
Lord
,
for
my
sake
!
Inexpressible
was
my
anguish
when
expiring
with
love
,
grief
and
agony
on
Mount
Calvary
.
STEPHEN
:
Nothung
!
(
He
lifts
his
ashplant
high
with
both
hands
and
smashes
the
chandelier
.
Time
’
s
livid
final
flame
leaps
and
,
in
the
following
darkness
,
ruin
of
all
space
,
shattered
glass
and
toppling
masonry
.
)
THE
GASJET
:
Pwfungg
!
BLOOM
:
Stop
!
