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Ulysses

Spoke to me. Heard from behind. How then could you
...?
BLOOM: (Pawing the heather abjectly) O, I have been a
perfect pig. Enemas too I have administered. One third of

a pint of quassia to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt.
Up the fundament. With Hamilton Long’s syringe, the
ladies’ friend.
THE NYMPH: In my presence. The powderpuff. (She
blushes and makes a knee) And the rest!
BLOOM: (Dejected) Yes. Peccavi! I have paid homage
on that living altar where the back changes name. (With
sudden fervour) For why should the dainty scented jewelled
hand, the hand that rules ...?
(Figures wind serpenting in slow woodland pattern around the
treestems, cooeeing)
THE VOICE OF KITTY: (In the thicket) Show us one
of them cushions.
THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Here.
(A grouse wings clumsily through the underwood.)
THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (In the thicket) Whew!
Piping hot!
THE VOICE OF ZOE: (From the thicket) Came from a
hot place.

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