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Ulysses

BLOOM: Granpapachi. But ...
VIRAG: Number two on the other hand, she of the
cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a
little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood, is in walking

costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I should opine.
Backbone in front, so to say. Correct me but I always
understood that the act so performed by skittish humans
with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its
exhibitionististicicity. In a word. Hippogriff. Am I right?
BLOOM: She is rather lean.
VIRAG: (Not unpleasantly) Absolutely! Well observed
and those pannier pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop
effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. A new
purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been
mulcted. Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Observe
the attention to details of dustspecks. Never put on you
tomorrow what you can wear today. Parallax! (With a
nervous twitch of his head) Did you hear my brain go snap?
Pollysyllabax!
BLOOM: (An elbow resting in a hand, a forefinger against
his cheek) She seems sad.
VIRAG: (Cynically, his weasel teeth bared yellow, draws
down his left eye with a finger and barks hoarsely) Hoax!
Beware of the flapper and bogus mournful. Lily of the

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