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Ulysses

THE NANNYGOAT: (Bleats) Megeggaggegg!
Nannannanny!
BLOOM: (Hatless, flushed, covered with burrs of

thistledown and gorsespine) Regularly engaged.
Circumstances alter cases. (He gazes intently downwards on
the water) Thirtytwo head over heels per second. Press
nightmare. Giddy Elijah. Fall from cliff. Sad end of
government printer’s clerk. (Through silversilent summer air
the dummy of Bloom, rolled in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from
the Lion’s Head cliff into the purple waiting waters.)
THE DUMMYMUMMY: Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!
(Far out in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin’s
King sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her
funnel towards the land.)
COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (Alone on deck, in dark
alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his hand in his waistcoat opening,
declaims) When my country takes her place among the
nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph
be written. I have ...
BLOOM: Done. Prff!
THE NYMPH: (Loftily) We immortals, as you saw
today, have not such a place and no hair there either. We
are stonecold and pure. We eat electric light. (She arches her
body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in her mouth)

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