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(
Corny
Kelleher
returns
to
the
outside
car
and
mounts
it
.
The
horse
harness
jingles
.
)
CORNY
KELLEHER
:
(
From
the
car
,
standing
.
)
Night
.
BLOOM
:
Night
.
(
The
jarvey
chucks
the
reins
and
raises
his
whip
encouragingly
.
The
car
and
horse
back
slowly
,
awkwardly
,
and
turn
.
Corny
Kelleher
on
the
sideseat
sways
his
head
to
and
fro
in
sign
of
mirth
at
Bloom
’
s
plight
.
The
jarvey
joins
in
the
mute
pantomimic
merriment
nodding
from
the
farther
seat
.
Bloom
shakes
his
head
in
mute
mirthful
reply
.
With
thumb
and
palm
Corny
Kelleher
reassures
that
the
two
bobbies
will
allow
the
sleep
to
continue
for
what
else
is
to
be
done
.
With
a
slow
nod
Bloom
conveys
his
gratitude
as
that
is
exactly
what
Stephen
needs
.
The
car
jingles
tooraloom
round
the
corner
of
the
tooraloom
lane
.
Corny
Kelleher
again
reassuralooms
with
his
hand
.
Bloom
with
his
hand
assuralooms
Corny
Kelleher
that
he
is
reassuraloomtay
.
The
tinkling
hoofs
and
jingling
harness
grow
fainter
with
their
tooralooloo
looloo
lay
.
Bloom
,
holding
in
his
hand
Stephen
’
s
hat
,
festooned
with
shavings
,
and
ashplant
,
stands
irresolute
.
Then
he
bends
to
him
and
shakes
him
by
the
shoulder
.
)
BLOOM
:
Eh
!
Ho
!
(
There
is
no
answer
;
he
bends
again
.
)
Mr
Dedalus
!
(
There
is
no
answer
.
)
The
name
if
you
call
.
Somnambulist
.
(
He
bends
again
and
,
hesitating
,
brings
his
mouth
near
the
face
of
the
prostrate
form
.
)
Stephen
!
(
There
is
no
answer
.
He
calls
again
.
)
Stephen
!
STEPHEN
:
(
Groans
.
)
Who
?
Black
panther
.
Vampire
.
(
He
sighs
and
stretches
himself
,
then
murmurs
thickly
with
prolonged
vowels
.
)
Who
.
.
.
drive
.
.
.
Fergus
now
And
pierce
.
.
.
wood
’
s
woven
shade
?
.
.
.
(
He
turns
on
his
left
side
,
sighing
,
doubling
himself
together
.
)
BLOOM
:
Poetry
.
Well
educated
.
Pity
.
(
He
bends
again
and
undoes
the
buttons
of
Stephen
’
s
waistcoat
.
)
To
breathe
.
(
He
brushes
the
woodshavings
from
Stephen
’
s
clothes
with
light
hand
and
fingers
.
)
One
pound
seven
.
Not
hurt
anyhow
.
(
He
listens
.
)
What
?
