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Ulysses

shame it out of you, old son. Cheek me, I dare you. If you
do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be inflicted
in gym costume.
(Bloom creeps under the sofa and peers out through the fringe.)

ZOE: (Widening her slip to screen her) She’s not here.
BLOOM: (Closing her eyes) She’s not here.
FLORRY: (Hiding her with her gown) She didn’t mean
it, Mr Bello. She’ll be good, sir.
KITTY: Don’t be too hard on her, Mr Bello. Sure you
won’t, ma’amsir.
BELLO: (Coaxingly) Come, ducky dear, I want a word
with you, darling, just to administer correction. Just a little
heart to heart talk, sweety. (Bloom puts out her timid head)
There’s a good girly now. (Bello grabs her hair violently and
drags her forward) I only want to correct you for your own
good on a soft safe spot. How’s that tender behind? O,
ever so gently, pet. Begin to get ready.
BLOOM: (Fainting) Don’t tear my ...
BELLO: (Savagely) The nosering, the pliers, the
bastinado, the hanging hook, the knout I’ll make you kiss
while the flutes play like the Nubian slave of old. You’re
in for it this time! I’ll make you remember me for the
balance of your natural life. (His forehead veins swollen, his
face congested) I shall sit on your ottoman saddleback every

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