(Stephen claps hat on head and leaps over to the fireplace where he
stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, A painted smile on
his face.)

Lynch:  (Pommelling on the sofa) Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.

Stephen:  (Gabbles with marionette jerks) Thousand places of entertainment to expense your evenings with lovely ladies saling gloves and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous.  Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night.  Perfectly shocking terrific of religion’s things mockery seen in universal world.  All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with DESSOUS TROUBLANTS.  (He clacks his tongue loudly) ho, la la!  CE PIF QU’IL A!

Lynch:  Vive le vampire!

The whores:  Bravo!  Parleyvoo!

Stephen:  (Grimacing with head back, laughs loudly, clapping himself) Great success of laughing.  Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians.  DEMIMONDAINES nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed.  Or do you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? (He points about him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the whores reply to) Caoutchouc statue woman reversible or lifesize tompeeptom of virgins nudities very lesbic the kiss five ten times.  Enter, gentleman, to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher’s boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the belly piece de Shakespeare.

Bella:  (Clapping her belly Sinks back on the sofa, with A shout of
laughter) An omelette on the ...  Ho! ho! ho! ho! ... omelette on the ...

Stephen:  (Mincingly) I love you, sir darling.  Speak you englishman tongue for double entente CORDIALE.  O yes, mon Loup.  How much cost?  Waterloo.  Watercloset. (He ceases suddenly and holds up A forefinger)