(Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains.  Near are lakes.  Round
their shores file shadows black of CEDARGROVES.  Aroma rises, A strong
HAIRGROWTH of resin.  It burns, the orient, A sky of sapphire, cleft by
the bronze flight of Eagles.  Under it lies the WOMANCITY nude, white,
still, cool, in luxury.  A fountain murmurs among damask roses.  Mammoth
roses murmur of scarlet WINEGRAPES.  A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes,
strangely murmuring.)

Zoe:  (Murmuring singsong with the music, her ODALISK lips lusciously
smeared with salve of SWINEFAT and rosewater) SCHORACH ani WENOWACH,
BENOITH HIERUSHALOIM.

Bloom:  (Fascinated) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.

Zoe:  And you know what thought did?

(She bites his ear gently with little GOLDSTOPPED teeth, sending on him A
cloying breath of stale garlic.  The roses draw apart, disclose A
sepulchre of the gold of kings and their mouldering bones.)

Bloom:  (Draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with A flat
awkward hand) Are you a Dublin girl?

Zoe:  (Catches A Stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil) No bloody fear.  I’m English.  Have you a swaggerroot?

Bloom:  (As before) Rarely smoke, dear.  Cigar now and then.  Childish device. (Lewdly) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

Zoe:  Go on.  Make a stump speech out of it.

Bloom:  (In WORKMAN’S Corduroy overalls, black GANSY with red floating tie and Apache cap) Mankind is incorrigible.  Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the other a poisoner of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will understanding, all.  That is to say he brought the poison a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the food.  Suicide.  Lies.  All our habits.  Why, look at our public life!