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Ulysses

nightsun nighttown. Chase me, Charley! (He blows into
bloom’s ear) Buzz!
BLOOM: Bee or bluebottle too other day butting

shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down
shirt good job I ...
VIRAG: (His face impassive, laughs in a rich feminine key)
Splendid! Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his
dibble. (He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles) Bubbly
jock! Bubbly jock! Where are we? Open Sesame! Cometh
forth! (He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his
glowworm’s nose running backwards over the letters which he
claws) Stay, good friend. I bring thee thy answer. Redbank
oysters will shortly be upon us. I’m the best o’cook. Those
succulent bivalves may help us and the truffles of Perigord,
tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were
unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis.
Though they stink yet they sting. (He wags his head with
cackling raillery) Jocular. With my eyeglass in my ocular.
(He sneezes) Amen!
BLOOM: (Absently) Ocularly woman’s bivalve case is
worse. Always open sesame. The cloven sex. Why they
fear vermin, creeping things. Yet Eve and the serpent
contradicts. Not a historical fact. Obvious analogy to my
idea. Serpents too are gluttons for woman’s milk. Wind

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