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Ulysses

rocks to and fro, arms akimbo, and sings with broad rollicking
humour:)

O, the poor little fellow
Hihihihihis legs they were yellow
He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a
snake
But some bloody savage
To graize his white cabbage
He murdered Nell Flaherty’s duckloving
drake.

(A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe. He scratches
himself with crossed arms at his ribs, grimacing, and exclaims:)

I’m suffering the agony of the damned. By the hoky
fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not
unanimous. If they were they’d walk me off the face of
the bloody globe.
(His head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers,
imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying
his hat from side to side, shrinking quickly to the size of his
trainbearers. The dwarf acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging,
ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him. His voice is heard
mellow from afar, merciful male, melodious:)

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