Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 16 Page 30

to the floor. Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, he having just a bowing acquaintance with the language in dispute, though, to be sure, rather in a quandary over voglio, remarked to his prot�g� in an audible tone of voice � propos of the battle royal in the street which was still raging fast and furious:

A beautiful language.

I mean for singing purposes. Why do you not write your poetry in that language? Bella Poetria! It is so melodious and full. Belladonna. Voglio.

Stephen, who was trying his dead best to yawn if he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied:

To fill the ear of a cow elephant. They were haggling over money.

Is that so? Mr Bloom asked.