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Alleluia, for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!

Goooooooooood!

(With ferocious articulation.) I’ll do him in, so help me fucking Christ! I’ll wring the bastard fucker’s bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!

(Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen’s hand.) Remove him, acushla. At 8.35 a.m. you will be in heaven and Ireland will be free. (She prays.) O good God, take him!

(Runs to Lynch.) Can’t you get him away?

He likes dialectic, the universal language. Kitty! (To Bloom.) Get him away, you. He won’t listen to me.

(Points.) ''Exit Judas. Et laqueo se suspendit.''

(Runs to Stephen.) Come along with me now before worse happens. Here’s your stick.

Stick, no. Reason. This feast of pure reason.

(Pulling Private Carr.) Come on, you’re boosed. He insulted me but I forgive him. (Shouting in his ear.) I forgive him for insulting me.