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Ulysses

VIRAG: Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Fall of
man. (Harshly, his pupils waxing) To hell with the pope!
Nothing new under the sun. I am the Virag who disclosed
the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Why I left the

church of Rome. Read the Priest, the Woman and the
Confessional. Penrose. Flipperty Jippert. (He wriggles)
Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope,
offers her allmoist yoni to man’s lingam. Short time after
man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat. Woman
shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. Man loves
her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the stiff one. (He cries)
Coactus volui. Then giddy woman will run about. Strong
man grapses woman’s wrist. Woman squeals, bites, spucks.
Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman’s fat yadgana. (He
chases his tail) Piffpaff! Popo! (He stops, sneezes) Pchp! (He
worries his butt) Prrrrrht!
LYNCH: I hope you gave the good father a penance.
Nine glorias for shooting a bishop.
ZOE: (Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils) He
couldn’t get a connection. Only, you know, sensation. A
dry rush.
BLOOM: Poor man!
ZOE: (Lightly) Only for what happened him.
BLOOM: How?

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