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Ulysses

HOURS: You may touch my.
CAVALIERS: May I touch your?
HOURS: O, but lightly!
CAVALIERS: O, so lightly!

THE PIANOLA:

My little shy little lass has a waist.

(Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing. The twilight
hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging,
languideyed, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint
bloom. They are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter
in the land breeze.)
MAGINNI: Avant huit! Traversé! Salut! Cours de mains!
Croisé!
(The night hours, one by one, steal to the last place. Morning,
noon and twilight hours retreat before them. They are masked,
with daggered hair and bracelets of dull bells. Weary they
curchycurchy under veils.)
THE BRACELETS: Heigho! Heigho!
ZOE: (Twirling, her hand to her brow) O!
MAGINNI: Les tiroirs! Chaîne de dames! La corbeille! Dos
à dos!

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