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LYNCH
Ba!

Deasy also says "Ba!" p31
Lynch's cap will say "Bah!" below

STEPHEN
Anyway, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug? This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread and wine in Omar. Hold my stick.

draft: "Stephen: ...Who wants a gesture to illustrate a loaf, a jug? This movement illustrates thou and the loaf and jug of bread, or wine, I mean, in Omar. Hold my stick.
Lynch: Damn your yellow stick."

LYNCH
Damn your yellow stick. Where are we going?

STEPHEN
Lecherous lynx, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam.

Lynch = lynx

p181: "You spent most of it in Georgina Johnson's bed, clergyman's daughter."

(Stephen thrusts the ashplant on him and slowly holds out his hands, his head going back till both hands are a span from his breast, down turned in planes intersecting, the fingers about to part, the left being higher.)

draft: "Stephen gives the stick quickly and slowly holds out his hands, his head going back till both hands are a span or so from his breast, downturned in planes at an angle, the fingers about to open, the left hand being higher.
Lynch: Which is the jug of bread? Illustrate thou. Here take your stick.
They pass out of sight."

LYNCH
Which is the jug of bread? It skills not. That or the customhouse. Illustrate thou. Here take your crutch and walk.

(They pass. Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a gaslamp and, clasping, climbs in spasms. From the top spur he slides down. Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb. The navvy lurches against the lamp. The twins scuttle off in the dark. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose and ejects from the farther nostril a long liquid jet of snot. Shouldering the lamp he staggers away through the crowd with his flaring cresset.

draft: "A barefoot urchin scrambles to a street lamp and clasping climbs it in jerks. From the top he slides down to his ring of urchin friends. Another starts to climb. The navvy, leaving hold of the railings, lurches against the lamp. The urchin slides down: all scuttle off in the darkness. The navvy, swaying, presses a forefinger against a wing of his nose. Swaying, he ejects from the other nostril a long dribbling jet of snot."

if the boys could climb the lamppost, how can the navvy carry it away? ("cresset" is very vague)

Snakes of river fog creep slowly. From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes. A glow leaps in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the river. The navvy staggering forward cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding. On the farther side under the railway bridge Bloom appears, flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket. From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image. A concave mirror

draft: "Bloom comes round the corner hastily and stops. In each hand he has a paper parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen and a cold sheep's trotter sprinkled with wholepepper, the other two slices of quatern loaf and a tablet of Fry's chocolate. He frowns slightly and hesitates... Bloom looks down at his clothes and bestows the chocolate and bread in a side pocket."

"glow" = fire near Holles

what "crowd"?