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Ulysses

a trot and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a
gallop.
FLORRY: (Pulls at Bello) Let me on him now. You
had enough. I asked before you.

ZOE: (Pulling at florry) Me. Me. Are you not finished
with him yet, suckeress?
BLOOM: (Stifling) Can’t.
BELLO: Well, I’m not. Wait. (He holds in his breath)
Curse it. Here. This bung’s about burst. (He uncorks himself
behind: then, contorting his features, farts loudly) Take that!
(He recorks himself) Yes, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters.
BLOOM: (A sweat breaking out over him) Not man. (He
sniffs) Woman.
BELLO: (Stands up) No more blow hot and cold. What
you longed for has come to pass. Henceforth you are
unmanned and mine in earnest, a thing under the yoke.
Now for your punishment frock. You will shed your male
garments, you understand, Ruby Cohen? and don the shot
silk luxuriously rustling over head and shoulders. And
quickly too!
BLOOM: (Shrinks) Silk, mistress said! O crinkly!
scrapy! Must I tiptouch it with my nails?
BELLO: (Points to his whores) As they are now so will
you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered,

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