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Ulysses

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (In disguised accent)
Hoondert punt sterlink.
VOICES: (Subdued) For the Caliph. Haroun Al

Raschid.
BELLO: (Gaily) Right. Let them all come. The scanty,
daringly short skirt, riding up at the knee to show a peep
of white pantalette, is a potent weapon and transparent
stockings, emeraldgartered, with the long straight seam
trailing up beyond the knee, appeal to the better instincts
of the blasé man about town. Learn the smooth mincing
walk on four inch Louis Quinze heels, the Grecian bend
with provoking croup, the thighs fluescent, knees
modestly kissing. Bring all your powers of fascination to
bear on them. Pander to their Gomorrahan vices.
BLOOM: (Bends his blushing face into his armpit and
simpers with forefinger in mouth) O, I know what you’re
hinting at now!
BELLO: What else are you good for, an impotent
thing like you? (He stoops and, peering, pokes with his fan
rudely under the fat suet folds of Bloom’s haunches) Up! Up!
Manx cat! What have we here? Where’s your curly teapot
gone to or who docked it on you, cockyolly? Sing, birdy,
sing. It’s as limp as a boy of six’s doing his pooly behind a

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