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Ulysses

My girl’s a Yorkshire girl.

ZOE:

Yorkshire through and through.

Come on all!
(She seizes Florry and waltzes her.)
STEPHEN: Pas seul!
(He wheels Kitty into Lynch’s arms, snatches up his ashplant
from the table and takes the floor. All wheel whirl waltz twirl.
Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women. Stephen with
hat ashplant frogsplits in middle highkicks with skykicking mouth
shut hand clasp part under thigh. With clang tinkle boomhammer
tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft’s cumbersome
turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels
fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.)
THE PIANOLA:

Though she’s a factory lass
And wears no fancy clothes.

(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they
scootlootshoot lumbering by. Baraabum!)
TUTTI: Encore! Bis! Bravo! Encore!

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