Улисс
Chapter 12
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PRIVATECARR,PRIVATECOMPTONANDCISSYCAFFREY:
YetI’veasortofa
Yorkshirerelishfor...
ZOE:That’sme.(Sheclapsherhands.)Dance!Dance!(Sherunstothepianola.)Whohastwopence?
BLOOM:Who’ll...?
LYNCH:(Handinghercoins.)Here.
STEPHEN:(Crackinghisfingersimpatiently.)Quick!Quick!Where’smyaugur’srod?(Herunstothepianoandtakeshisashplant,beatinghisfootintripudium.)
ZOE:(Turnsthedrumhandle.)There.
(Shedropstwopenniesintheslot.Gold,pinkandvioletlightsstartforth.Thedrumturnspurringinlowhesitationwaltz.ProfessorGoodwin,inabowknottedperiwig,incourtdress,wearingastainedinvernesscape,bentintwofromincredibleage,tottersacrosstheroom,hishandsfluttering.Hesitstinilyonthepianostoolandliftsandbeatshandlesssticksofarmsonthekeyboard,noddingwithdamsel’sgrace,hisbowknotbobbing.)
ZOE:(Twirlsroundherself,heeltapping.)Dance.Anybodyhereforthere?Who’lldance?Clearthetable.
(ThepianolawithchanginglightsplaysinwaltztimethepreludeofMyGirl’saYorkshireGirl.StephenthrowshisashplantonthetableandseizesZoeroundthewaist.FlorryandBellapushthetabletowardsthefireplace.Stephen,armingZoewithexaggeratedgrace,beginstowaltzherroundtheroom.Bloomstandsaside.Hersleevefallingfromgracingarms,revealsawhitefleshflowerofvaccination.BetweenthecurtainsProfessorMaginniinsertsalegonthetoepointofwhichspinsasilkhat.Withadeftkickhesendsitspinningtohiscrownandjauntyhattedskatesin.
