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pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the
keyboard, nodding with damsel’s grace, his bowknot bobbing)
ZOE: (Twirls round herself, heeltapping) Dance. Anybody

here for there? Who’ll dance? Clear the table.
(The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the
prelude of My Girl’s a Yorkshire Girl. Stephen throws his
ashplant on the table and seizes Zoe round the waist. Florry and
Bella push the table towards the fireplace. Stephen, arming Zoe
with exaggerated grace, begins to waltz her round the room.
Bloom stands aside. Her sleeve filling from gracing arms reveals a
white fleshflower of vaccination. Between the curtains Professor
Maginni inserts a leg on the toepoint of which spins a silk hat.
With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his crown and
jauntyhatted skates in. He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk
lapels, a gorget of cream tulle, a green lowcut waistcoat, stock
collar with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent pumps
and canary gloves. In his buttonhole is an immense dahlia. He
twirls in reversed directions a clouded cane, then wedges it tight in
his oxter. He places a hand lightly on his breastbone, bows, and
fondles his flower and buttons.)
MAGINNI: The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics.
No connection with Madam Legget Byrne’s or
Levenston’s. Fancy dress balls arranged. Deportment. The
Katty Lanner step. So. Watch me! My terpsichorean

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