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Ulysses

a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand,
appears at the door.)
MRS KEOGH: (Ferociously) Can I help? (They hold and

pinion Bloom.)
BELLO: (Squats with a grunt on Bloom’s upturned face,
puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg) I see Keating Clay is
elected vicechairman of the Richmond asylum and by the
by Guinness’s preference shares are at sixteen three
quaffers. Curse me for a fool that didn’t buy that lot Craig
and Gardner told me about. Just my infernal luck, curse it.
And that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to
one. (He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom’s ear) Where’s
that Goddamned cursed ashtray?
BLOOM: (Goaded, buttocksmothered) O! O! Monsters!
Cruel one!
BELLO: Ask for that every ten minutes. Beg. Pray for
it as you never prayed before. (He thrusts out a figged fist and
foul cigar) Here, kiss that. Both. Kiss. (He throws a leg astride
and, pressing with horseman’s knees, calls in a hard voice) Gee
up! A cockhorse to Banbury cross. I’ll ride him for the
Eclipse stakes. (He bends sideways and squeezes his mount’s
testicles roughly, shouting) Ho! Off we pop! I’ll nurse you in
proper fashion. (He horserides cockhorse, leaping in the saddle)
The lady goes a pace a pace and the coachman goes a trot

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