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Ulysses

morning after my thumping good breakfast of Matterson’s
fat hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness’s porter. (He
belches) And suck my thumping good Stock Exchange

cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler’s Gazette. Very
possibly I shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my
stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from
the baking tin basted and baked like sucking pig with rice
and lemon or currant sauce. It will hurt you. (He twists her
arm. Bloom squeals, turning turtle.)
BLOOM: Don’t be cruel, nurse! Don’t!
BELLO: (Twisting) Another!
BLOOM: (Screams) O, it’s hell itself! Every nerve in my
body aches like mad!
BELLO: (Shouts) Good, by the rumping jumping
general! That’s the best bit of news I heard these six
weeks. Here, don’t keep me waiting, damn you! (He slaps
her face)
BLOOM: (Whimpers) You’re after hitting me. I’ll tell ...
BELLO: Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.
ZOE: Yes. Walk on him! I will.
FLORRY: I will. Don’t be greedy.
KITTY: No, me. Lend him to me.
(The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a
greasy bib, men’s grey and green socks and brogues, floursmeared,

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