(Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the sacrifice, sobs, his face to the
earth.  The passing bell is heard.  DARKSHAWLED figures of the circumcised,
in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the wailing wall.  M. SHULOMOWITZ, Joseph
Goldwater, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie
watchman, P. Mastiansky, the reverend leopold Abramovitz, CHAZEN.  With
swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the recreant bloom.)

The circumcised:  (In dark guttural chant as they cast dead sea fruit upon
him, no flowers) shema Israel Adonai ELOHENU Adonai ECHAD.

Voices:  (Sighing) So he’s gone.  Ah yes.  Yes, indeed.  Bloom?  Never heard of him.  No?  Queer kind of chap.  There’s the widow.  That so?  Ah, yes.

(From the Suttee pyre the flame of gum CAMPHIRE ascends.  The Pall of
incense smoke screens and disperses.  Out of her OAKFRAME A nymph with
hair unbound, lightly clad in TEABROWN ARTCOLOURS, descends from her
Grotto and passing under interlacing YEWS stands over bloom.)

The YEWS:  (Their leaves whispering) Sister.  Our sister.  Ssh!

The nymph:  (Softly) Mortal! (Kindly) Nay, dost not weepest!

Bloom:  (Crawls JELLILY forward under the boughs, streaked by sunlight, with dignity) This position.  I felt it was expected of me.  Force of habit.

The nymph:  Mortal!  You found me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical act, the hit of the century.  I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt of rock oil.  I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman.  Useful hints to the married.

Bloom:  (Lifts A turtle head towards her lap) We have met before.  On another star.