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Ulysses

and another gentleman out of the Hanaper and Petty Bag
office) is on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short
knock. Swell the bust. Smile. Droop shoulders. What
offers? (He points) For that lot. Trained by owner to fetch

and carry, basket in mouth. (He bares his arm and plunges it
elbowdeep in Bloom’s vulva) There’s fine depth for you!
What, boys? That give you a hardon? (He shoves his arm in
a bidder’s face) Here wet the deck and wipe it round!
A BIDDER: A florin.
(Dillon’s lacquey rings his handbell.)
THE LACQUEY: Barang!
A VOICE: One and eightpence too much.
CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Must be virgin.
Good breath. Clean.
BELLO: (Gives a rap with his gavel) Two bar.
Rockbottom figure and cheap at the price. Fourteen hands
high. Touch and examine his points. Handle him. This
downy skin, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. If I had
only my gold piercer here! And quite easy to milk. Three
newlaid gallons a day. A pure stockgetter, due to lay
within the hour. His sire’s milk record was a thousand
gallons of whole milk in forty weeks. Whoa my jewel!
Beg up! Whoa! (He brands his initial C on Bloom’s croup) So!
Warranted Cohen! What advance on two bob, gentlemen?

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