"They know not my heart"

(492.8-494.5)  One of the four old men identifies ALP's voice (as spoken by Shaun) at the beginning of today's reading.  He asks whether it was she who sang to HCE after he was placed behind bars.  She says (through Shaun, of course) that she tended to HCE during his confinement even as she still kept up with her daily errands about town.  HCE sat "humpbacked in dry dryfilthyheat" during this time of imprisonment.  He was identified as "forbidden fruit" by the "sexual clergy" and awaited "a basketful of priesters" who were coming to "aroint him with tummy moor's maladies."  ALP goes on (in a brief monologue that rambles on without sentence breaks, much like Molly Bloom's monologue at the end of Ulysses) to describe how HCE spotted his picture in the "Foraignghistan sambat papers Sunday feactures," where the "Ballad of Persse O'Reilly" was also reprinted.  This "charmer" looked to ALP "with the so light's hope on his ruddycheeks and rawjaws" and demonstrated his continued sexual virility to her by showing her "his propendiculous loadpoker."  His advice to her, she says, was for her to run away from Ireland and its "parasites."

"Which was said by whem to whom?" asks one of the old men about this advice.  ALP is evasive:  "It wham.  But whim I can't whumember."  The old man grows impatient with what he calls ALP's fantasies and lies, and he essentially orders her to speak.  "My heart, my mother!" ALP says.  "My heart, my coming forth of darkness!  They know not my heart, O coolun dearast!  Mon gloomerie!  Mon glamourie!"  She is heartbroken, and she isn't enjoying this line of inquiry.  She does, however, latch on to one of the old man's seemingly offhanded comments about a rainbow.  "Yes, there was that skew arch of chrome sweet home, floodlit up above the flabberghosted farmament and bump where the camel got the needle," she says, and she concludes today's reading by identifying the colors of that rainbow via their corresponding minerals.