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Ulysses

(Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the wold.)
SLEEPY HOLLOW: Rip van Wink! Rip van Winkle!
BLOOM: (In tattered mocassins with a rusty fowlingpiece,

tiptoeing, fingertipping, his haggard bony bearded face peering
through the diamond panes, cries out) I see her! It’s she! The
first night at Mat Dillon’s! But that dress, the green! And
her hair is dyed gold and he ...
BELLO: (Laughs mockingly) That’s your daughter, you
owl, with a Mullingar student.
(Milly Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, her blue
scarf in the seawind simply swirling, breaks from the arms of her
lover and calls, her young eyes wonderwide.)
MILLY: My! It’s Papli! But, O Papli, how old you’ve
grown!
BELLO: Changed, eh? Our whatnot, our writingtable
where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty’s armchair, our
classic reprints of old masters. A man and his menfriends
are living there in clover. The Cuckoos’ Rest! Why not?
How many women had you, eh, following them up dark
streets, flatfoot, exciting them by your smothered grunts,
what, you male prostitute? Blameless dames with parcels of
groceries. Turn about. Sauce for the goose, my gander O.
BLOOM: They ... I ...

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