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Ulysses

BLOOM: Thank you, sir. Yes, sir. Madam Tweedy is
in her bath, sir.
MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured.
(She plops splashing out of the water) Raoul darling, come

and dry me. I’m in my pelt. Only my new hat and a
carriage sponge.
BOYLAN: (A merry twinkle in his eye) Topping!
BELLA: What? What is it?
(Zoe whispers to her.)
MARION: Let him look, the pishogue! Pimp! And
scourge himself! I’ll write to a powerful prostitute or
Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on
him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed
and stamped receipt.
BOYLAN: (clasps himself) Here, I can’t hold this little
lot much longer. (he strides off on stiff cavalry legs)
BELLA: (Laughing) Ho ho ho ho.
BOYLAN: (To Bloom, over his shoulder) You can apply
your eye to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just
go through her a few times.
BLOOM: Thank you, sir. I will, sir. May I bring two
men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot? (He
holds out an ointment jar) Vaseline, sir? Orangeflower ...?
Lukewarm water ...?

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