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Ulysses

Chapter 15
THE MABBOT STREET ENTRANCE OF NIGHTTOWN, BEFORE WHICH
STRETCHES AN UNCOBBLED TRAMSIDING SET WITH SKELETON TRACKS,
RED AND GREEN WILL-O'-THE- WISPS AND DANGER SIGNALS. ROWS OF
GRIMY HOUSES WITH GAPING DOORS. RARE LAMPS WITH FAINT RAINBOW
FINS. ROUND RABAIOTTI'S HALTED ICE GONDOLA STUNTED MEN AND
WOMEN SQUABBLE. THEY GRAB WAFERS BETWEEN WHICH ARE WEDGED
LUMPS OF CORAL AND COPPER SNOW. SUCKING, THEY SCATTER SLOWLY.
CHILDREN. THE SWANCOMB OF THE GONDOLA, HIGHREARED, FORGES ON
THROUGH THE MURK, WHITE AND BLUE UNDER A LIGHTHOUSE.
WHISTLES CALL AND ANSWER.
THE CALLS: Wait, my love, and I'll be with you.
THE ANSWERS: Round behind the stable.
(A DEAFMUTE IDIOT WITH GOGGLE EYES, HIS SHAPELESS MOUTH
DRIBBLING, JERKS PAST, SHAKEN IN SAINT VITUS' DANCE. A CHAIN OF
CHILDREN 'S HANDS IMPRISONS HIM.)
THE CHILDREN: Kithogue! Salute!
THE IDIOT: (LIFTS A PALSIED LEFT ARM AND GURGLES) Grhahute!
THE CHILDREN: Where's the great light?
THE IDIOT: (GOBBING) Ghaghahest.
(THEY RELEASE HIM. HE JERKS ON. A PIGMY WOMAN SWINGS ON A ROPE
SLUNG BETWEEN TWO RAILINGS, COUNTING. A FORM SPRAWLED
AGAINST A DUSTBIN AND MUFFLED BY ITS ARM AND HAT SNORES,
GROANS, GRINDING GROWLING TEETH, AND SNORES AGAIN. ON A STEP A
GNOME TOTTING AMONG A RUBBISHTIP CROUCHES TO SHOULDER A SACK
OF RAGS AND BONES. A CRONE STANDING BY WITH A SMOKY OILLAMP
RAMS HER LAST BOTTLE IN THE MAW OF HIS SACK. HE HEAVES HIS
BOOTY, TUGS ASKEW HIS PEAKED CAP AND HOBBLES OFF MUTELY. THE
CRONE MAKES BACK FOR HER LAIR, SWAYING HER LAMP. A BANDY
CHILD, ASQUAT ON THE DOORSTEP WITH A PAPER SHUTTLECOCK,
CRAWLS SIDLING AFTER HER IN SPURTS, CLUTCHES HER SKIRT,
SCRAMBLES UP. A DRUNKEN NAVVY GRIPS WITH BOTH HANDS THE
RAILINGS OF AN AREA, LURCHING HEAVILY. AT A COMER TWO NIGHT
WATCH IN SHOULDERCAPES, THEIR HANDS UPON THEIR STAFFHOLSTERS,
LOOM TALL. A PLATE CRASHES: A WOMAN SCREAMS: A CHILD WAILS.
OATHS OF A MAN ROAR, MUTTER, CEASE. FIGURES WANDER, LURK, PEER
 
 
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