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Ulysses

MANANAUN MACLIR: (With a voice of waves) Aum!
Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor! Ma! White yoghin of the gods.
Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. (With a voice of

whistling seawind) Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won’t have
my leg pulled. It has been said by one: beware the left, the
cult of Shakti. (With a cry of stormbirds) Shakti Shiva,
darkhidden Father! (He smites with his bicycle pump the
crayfish in his left hand. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve
signs of the zodiac. He wails with the vehemence of the ocean.)
Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the homestead! I
am the dreamery creamery butter.
(A skeleton judashand strangles the light. The green light
wanes to mauve. The gasjet wails whistling.)
THE GASJET: Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii!
(Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the
mantle.)
ZOE: Who has a fag as I’m here?
LYNCH: (Tossing a cigarette on to the table) Here.
ZOE: (Her head perched aside in mock pride) Is that the
way to hand the pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the
cigarette over the flame, twirling it slowly, showing the brown
tufts of her armpits. Lynch with his poker lifts boldly a side of her
slip. Bare from her garters up her flesh appears under the sapphire

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