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Ulysses

KITTY: (From the sofa) Tell us, Florry. Tell us. What.
(Florry whispers to her. Whispering lovewords murmur,
liplapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop.)

MINA KENNEDY: (Her eyes upturned) O, it must be
like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! O, he
simply idolises every bit of her! Stuck together! Covered
with kisses!
LYDIA DOUCE: (Her mouth opening) Yumyum. O,
he’s carrying her round the room doing it! Ride a
cockhorse. You could hear them in Paris and New York.
Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream.
KITTY: (Laughing) Hee hee hee.
BOYLAN’S VOICE: (Sweetly, hoarsely, in the pit of his
stomach) Ah! Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!
MARION’S VOICE: (Hoarsely, sweetly, rising to her
throat) O! Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?
BLOOM: (His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself) Show!
Hide! Show! Plough her! More! Shoot!
BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Ho ho! Ha ha!
Hee hee!
LYNCH: (Points) The mirror up to nature. (He laughs)
Hu hu hu hu hu!
(Stephen and Bloom gaze in the mirror. The face of William
Shakespeare, beardless, appears there, rigid in facial paralysis,

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