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Ulysses

their way through miles of omnivorous forest to
sucksucculent her breast dry. Like those bubblyjocular
Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis.
VIRAG: (His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily

forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone) That the cows
with their those distended udders that they have been the
the known ...
BLOOM: I am going to scream. I beg your pardon.
Ah? So. (He repeats) Spontaneously to seek out the
saurian’s lair in order to entrust their teats to his avid
suction. Ant milks aphis. (Profoundly) Instinct rules the
world. In life. In death.
VIRAG: (Head askew, arches his back and hunched
wingshoulders, peers at the moth out of blear bulged eyes, points a
horning claw and cries) Who’s moth moth? Who’s dear
Gerald? Dear Ger, that you? O dear, he is Gerald. O, I
much fear he shall be most badly burned. Will some
pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit
agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? (He mews) Puss puss
puss puss! (He sighs, draws back and stares sideways down with
dropping underjaw) Well, well. He doth rest anon. (he snaps
his jaws suddenly on the air)
THE MOTH:

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