Stephen:
Here's another for you. (He frowns.) The reason is because the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible interval which...
The Cap:
Which? Finish. You can't.
Stephen:
(With an effort.) Interval which. Is the greatest possible ellipse. Consistent with. The ultimate return. The octave. Which.
The Cap:
Which?
(Outside the gramophone begins to blare The Holy City.)
Stephen:
(Abruptly.) What went forth to the ends of the world to traverse not itself. God, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself, becomes that self. Wait a moment. Wait a second. Damn that fellow's noise in the street. Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. Ecco!
Lynch:
(With a mocking whinny of laughter grins at Bloom and Zoe Higgins.) What a learned speech, eh?
