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Ulysses

a nixie’s green. She puffs calmly at her cigarette.) Can you see
the beautyspot of my behind?
LYNCH: I’m not looking

ZOE: (Makes sheep’s eyes) No? You wouldn’t do a less
thing. Would you suck a lemon?
(Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning
at Bloom, then twists round towards him, pulling her slip free of
the poker. Blue fluid again flows over her flesh. Bloom stands,
smiling desirously, twirling his thumbs. Kitty Ricketts licks her
middle finger with her spittle and, gazing in the mirror, smooths
both eyebrows. Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly
down through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the left on
gawky pink stilts. He is sausaged into several overcoats and wears
a brown macintosh under which he holds a roll of parchment. In
his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O’connor
Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell. On his head is perched an Egyptian
pshent. Two quills project over his ears.)
VIRAG: (Heels together, bows) My name is Virag Lipoti,
of Szombathely. (He coughs thoughtfully, drily) Promiscuous
nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh?
Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not
wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a
particular devotee. The injection mark on the thigh I hope
you perceived? Good.

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