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Ulysses

MRS BREEN: (In a onepiece evening frock executed in
moonlight blue, a tinsel sylph’s diadem on her brow with her
dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm

softly, breathing quickly) Voglio e non. You’re hot! You’re
scalding! The left hand nearest the heart.
BLOOM: When you made your present choice they
said it was beauty and the beast. I can never forgive you
for that. (His clenched fist at his brow) Think what it means.
All you meant to me then. (Hoarsely) Woman, it’s
breaking me!
(Denis Breen, whitetallhatted, with Wisdom Hely’s
sandwich- boards, shuffles past them in carpet slippers, his dull
beard thrust out, muttering to right and left. Little Alf Bergan,
cloaked in the pall of the ace of spades, dogs him to left and right,
doubled in laughter.)
ALF BERGAN: (Points jeering at the sandwichboards) U.
p: Up.
MRS BREEN: (To Bloom) High jinks below stairs. (She
gives him the glad eye) Why didn’t you kiss the spot to make
it well? You wanted to.
BLOOM: (Shocked) Molly’s best friend! Could you?
MRS BREEN: (Her pulpy tongue between her lips, offers a
pigeon kiss) Hnhn. The answer is a lemon. Have you a little
present for me there?

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