ZOE: Mount of the moon. You’ll meet with a... (She peers at his hands abruptly.) I won’t tell you what’s not good for you. Or do you want to know?
BLOOM: (Detaches her fingers and offers his palm.) More harm than good. Here. Read mine.
BELLA: Show. (She turns up Bloom’s hand.) I thought so. Knobby knuckles for the women.
ZOE: (Peering at Bloom’s palm.) Gridiron. Travels beyond the sea and marry money.
BLOOM: Wrong.
ZOE: (Quickly.) O, I see. Short little finger. Henpecked husband. That wrong?
(Black Liz, a huge rooster hatching in a chalked circle, rises, stretches her wings and clucks.)
BLACK LIZ: Gara. Klook. Klook. Klook.
(She sidles from her newlaid egg and waddles off.)
BLOOM: (Points to his hand.) That weal there is an accident. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago. I was sixteen.