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Ulysses

English invention, pamphlet of which I received some
days ago, incorrectly addressed. It claims to afford a
noiseless, inoffensive vent. (He sighs) ‘Twas ever thus.
Frailty, thy name is marriage.

THE NYMPH: (Her fingers in her ears) And words.
They are not in my dictionary.
BLOOM: You understood them?
THE YEWS: Ssh!
THE NYMPH: (Covers her face with her hands) What
have I not seen in that chamber? What must my eyes look
down on?
BLOOM: (Apologetically) I know. Soiled personal linen,
wrong side up with care. The quoits are loose. From
Gibraltar by long sea long ago.
THE NYMPH: (Bends her head) Worse, worse!
BLOOM: (Reflects precautiously) That antiquated
commode. It wasn’t her weight. She scaled just eleven
stone nine. She put on nine pounds after weaning. It was a
crack and want of glue. Eh? And that absurd orangekeyed
utensil which has only one handle.
(The sound of a waterfall is heard in bright cascade.)
THE WATERFALL:

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