Stephen: (Turns) Eh? (He disengages himself) Why should I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange? (He points his finger) I’m not afraid of what I can talk to if I see his eye. Retaining the perpendicular.
(He Staggers A pace back)
Bloom: (Propping him) Retain your own.
Stephen: (Laughs emptily) My centre of gravity is displaced. I have forgotten the trick. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss. Struggle for life is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. (He Taps his brow) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.
Biddy the clap: Did you hear what the professor said? He’s a professor out of the college.
CUNTY Kate: I did. I heard that.
Biddy the clap: He expresses himself with such marked refinement of phraseology.
CUNTY Kate: Indeed, yes. And at the same time with such apposite trenchancy.
Private Carr: (Pulls himself free and comes forward) What’s that you’re saying about my king?
(Edward the seventh appears in an archway. He wars A white jersey on which an image of the sacred heart is stitched with the insignia of garter and Thistle, golden fleece, elephant of Denmark, skinner’s and PROBYN’S horse, LINCOLN’S inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts. He sucks A red jujube. He is robed as A grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron, marked made in Germany. In his left hand he holds A PLASTERER’S bucket on which is printed Defense d’uriner. A roar of welcome greets him.)
Edward the seventh: (Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly) Peace, perfect peace. For identification, bucket in my hand. Cheerio, boys. (He turns to his subjects) We have come here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck. Mahak makar a bak.
(He shakes hands with private Carr, private Compton, Stephen, bloom and Lynch. General applause. Edward the seventh lifts his bucket graciously in acknowledgment.)