... shadows ... the woods
... white breast... dim sea.
(HE STRETCHES OUT HIS ARMS, SIGHS AGAIN AND CURLS HIS BODY. BLOOM,
HOLDING THE HAT AND ASHPLANT, STANDS ERECT. A DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE.
BLOOM TIGHTENS AND LOOSENS HIS GRIP ON THE ASHPLANT. HE LOOKS DOWN ON
STEPHEN'S FACE AND FORM.)
BLOOM: (COMMUNES WITH THE NIGHT) Face reminds me of his poor mother. In
the shady wood. The deep white breast. Ferguson, I think I caught. A
girl. Some girl. Best thing could happen him. (HE MURMURS) ... swear that
I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or
arts ... (HE MURMURS) ... in the rough sands of the sea ... a cabletow's
length from the shore ... where the tide ebbs ... and flows ...
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