She has it, she got it,
Wherever she put it,
The leg of the duck.
_(Stephen, flourishing the ashplant in his left hand, chants with joy
the_ introit _for paschal time. Lynch, his jockeycap low on his brow,
attends him, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face.)_
STEPHEN: _Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. Alleluia_.
_(The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a
doorway.)_
THE BAWD: _(Her voice whispering huskily.)_ Sst! Come here till I tell
you. Maidenhead inside. Sst!
STEPHEN: _(Altius aliquantulum.) Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista_.
THE BAWD: _(Spits in their trail her jet of venom.)_ Trinity medicals.
Fallopian tube. All prick and no pence.
_(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with Bertha Supple, draws her shawl
across her nostrils.)_
EDY BOARDMAN: _(Bickering.)_ And says the one: I seen you up Faithful
place with your squarepusher, the greaser off the railway, in his
cometobed hat. Did you, says I. That’s not for you to say, says I. You
never seen me in the mantrap with a married highlander, says I. The
likes of her! Stag that one is! Stubborn as a mule! And her walking
with two fellows the one time, Kilbride, the enginedriver, and
lancecorporal Oliphant.