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Ulysses

(Over the well of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his boater straw
set sideways, a red flower in his mouth. Lenehan in yachtsman’s
cap and white shoes officiously detaches a long hair from Blazes

Boylan’s coat shoulder.)
LENEHAN: Ho! What do I here behold? Were you
brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?
BOYLAN: (Seated, smiles) Plucking a turkey.
LENEHAN: A good night’s work.
BOYLAN: (Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers,
winks) Blazes Kate! Up to sample or your money back. (He
holds out a forefinger) Smell that.
LENEHAN: (Smells gleefully) Ah! Lobster and
mayonnaise. Ah!
ZOE AND FLORRY: (Laugh together) Ha ha ha ha.
BOYLAN: (Jumps surely from the car and calls loudly for all
to hear) Hello, Bloom! Mrs Bloom dressed yet?
BLOOM: (In flunkey’s prune plush coat and kneebreeches,
buff stockings and powdered wig) I’m afraid not, sir. The last
articles ...
BOYLAN: (Tosses him sixpence) Here, to buy yourself a
gin and splash. (He hangs his hat smartly on a peg of Bloom’s
antlered head) Show me in. I have a little private business
with your wife, you understand?

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