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Ulysses

Interesting quarter. Rescue of fallen women. Magdalen
asylum. I am the secretary ...
MRS BREEN: (Holds up a finger) Now, don’t tell a big
fib! I know somebody won’t like that. O just wait till I see

Molly! (Slily) Account for yourself this very sminute or
woe betide you!
BLOOM: (Looks behind) She often said she’d like to
visit. Slumming. The exotic, you see. Negro servants in
livery too if she had money. Othello black brute. Eugene
Stratton. Even the bones and cornerman at the Livermore
christies. Bohee brothers. Sweep for that matter.
(Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits,
scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in
their buttonholes, leap out. Each has his banjo slung. Their paler
smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires. Flashing white
Kaffir eyes and tusks they rattle through a breakdown in clumsy
clogs, twinging, singing, back to back, toe heel, heel toe, with
smackfatclacking nigger lips.)
TOM AND SAM:

There’s someone in the house with Dina
There’s someone in the house, I know,
There’s someone in the house with Dina
Playing on the old banjo.

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