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           J.J.O’MOLLOY:(Inbarrister’sgreywigandstuffgown,speakingwithavoiceofpainedprotest.)Thisisnoplaceforindecentlevityattheexpenseofanerringmortaldisguisedinliquor.WearenotinabeargardennoratanOxfordragnoristhisatravestyofjustice.Myclientisaninfant,apoorforeignimmigrantwhostartedscratchasastowawayandisnowtryingtoturnanhonestpenny.Thetrumpedupmisdemeanourwasduetoamomentaryaberrationofheredity,broughtonbyhallucination,suchfamiliaritiesastheallegedguiltyoccurrencebeingquitepermittedinmyclient’snativeplace,thelandofthePharaoh.Primafacie,Iputittoyouthattherewasnoattemptatcarnallyknowing.IntimacydidnotoccurandtheoffencecomplainedofbyDriscoll,thathervirtuewassolicited,wasnotrepeated.Iwoulddealinespecialwithatavism.Therehavebeencasesofshipwreckandsomnambulisminmyclient’sfamily.Iftheaccusedcouldspeakhecouldataleunfold—oneofthestrangestthathaveeverbeennarratedbetweenthecoversofabook.Hehimself,mylord,isaphysicalwreckfromcobbler’sweakchest.HissubmissionisthatheisofMongolianextractionandirresponsibleforhisactions.Notallthere,infact.

           BLOOM:(Barefoot,pigeonbreasted,inlascar’svestandtrousers,apologetictoesturnedin,openshistinymole’seyesandlooksabouthimdazedly,passingaslowhandacrosshisforehead.