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to bestride and ride him, to give him a most vicious
horsewhipping.
MRS BELLINGHAM: Me too.
MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Me too.

(Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper
letters received from Bloom.)
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS:
(Stamps her jingling spurs in a sudden paroxysm of fury) I will,
by the God above me. I’ll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as
long as I can stand over him. I’ll flay him alive.
BLOOM: (His eyes closing, quails expectantly) Here? (He
squirms) Again! (He pants cringing) I love the danger.
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS:
Very much so! I’ll make it hot for you. I’ll make you
dance Jack Latten for that.
MRS BELLINGHAM: Tan his breech well, the
upstart! Write the stars and stripes on it!
MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Disgraceful! There’s
no excuse for him! A married man!
BLOOM: All these people. I meant only the spanking
idea. A warm tingling glow without effusion. Refined
birching to stimulate the circulation.
THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS:
(Laughs derisively) O, did you, my fine fellow? Well, by the

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