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Ulysses

Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca.

THE NYMPH: (With wide fingers) O, infamy!
BLOOM: I was precocious. Youth. The fauna. I
sacrificed to the god of the forest. The flowers that bloom

in the spring. It was pairing time. Capillary attraction is a
natural phenomenon. Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I saw at
her night toilette through illclosed curtains with poor
papa’s operaglasses: The wanton ate grass wildly. She
rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her
flow of animal spirits. She climbed their crooked tree and I
... A saint couldn’t resist it. The demon possessed me.
Besides, who saw?
(Staggering Bob, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head
with humid nostrils through the foliage.)
STAGGERING BOB: (LARGE TEARDROPS
ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYES,
SNIVELS) Me. Me see.
BLOOM: Simply satisfying a need I ... (With pathos)
No girl would when I went girling. Too ugly. They
wouldn’t play ...
(High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat
passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants.)

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