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Ulysses

BEAUFOY: (His lip upcurled, smiles superciliously on the
court) You funny ass, you! You’re too beastly awfully
weird for words! I don’t think you need over excessively

disincommodate yourself in that regard. My literary agent
Mr J. B. Pinker is in attendance. I presume, my lord, we
shall receive the usual witnesses’ fees, shan’t we? We are
considerably out of pocket over this bally pressman
johnny, this jackdaw of Rheims, who has not even been
to a university.
BLOOM: (Indistinctly) University of life. Bad art.
BEAUFOY: (Shouts) It’s a damnably foul lie, showing
the moral rottenness of the man! (He extends his portfolio)
We have here damning evidence, the corpus delicti, my
lord, a specimen of my maturer work disfigured by the
hallmark of the beast.
A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY:

Moses, Moses, king of the jews,
Wiped his arse in the Daily News.

BLOOM: (Bravely) Overdrawn.
BEAUFOY: You low cad! You ought to be ducked in
the horsepond, you rotter! (To the court) Why, look at the
man’s private life! Leading a quadruple existence! Street

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