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Ulysses

gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea
endow them during their brief existence with natural
pincushions of quite colossal blubber. That suits your
book, eh? Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after. Wallow

in it. Lycopodium. (His throat twitches) Slapbang! There he
goes again.
BLOOM: The stye I dislike.
VIRAG: (Arches his eyebrows) Contact with a goldring,
they say. Argumentum ad feminam, as we said in old Rome
and ancient Greece in the consulship of Diplodocus and
Ichthyosauros. For the rest Eve’s sovereign remedy. Not
for sale. Hire only. Huguenot. (He twitches) It is a funny
sound. (He coughs encouragingly) But possibly it is only a
wart. I presume you shall have remembered what I will
have taught you on that head? Wheatenmeal with honey
and nutmeg.
BLOOM: (Reflecting) Wheatenmeal with lycopodium
and syllabax. This searching ordeal. It has been an
unusually fatiguing day, a chapter of accidents. Wait. I
mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you said ...
VIRAG: (Severely, his nose hardhumped, his side eye
winking) Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old
thunk. See, you have forgotten. Exercise your

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