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Ulysses

you damn well get it, steal it, rob it! We’ll bury you in our
shrubbery jakes where you’ll be dead and dirty with old
Cuck Cohen, my stepnephew I married, the bloody old
gouty procurator and sodomite with a crick in his neck,

and my other ten or eleven husbands, whatever the
buggers’ names were, suffocated in the one cesspool. (He
explodes in a loud phlegmy laugh) We’ll manure you, Mr
Flower! (He pipes scoffingly) Byby, Poldy! Byby, Papli!
BLOOM: (Clasps his head) My willpower! Memory! I
have sinned! I have suff ...
(He weeps tearlessly)
BELLO: (Sneers) Crybabby! Crocodile tears!
(Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the sacrifice, sobs, his face to
the earth. The passing bell is heard. Darkshawled figures of the
circumcised, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the wailing wall. M.
Shulomowitz, Joseph Goldwater, Moses Herzog, Harris
Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P.
Mastiansky, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. With
swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the recreant Bloom.)
THE CIRCUMCISED: (In dark guttural chant as they
cast dead sea fruit upon him, no flowers) Shema Israel Adonai
Elohenu Adonai Echad.

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