This eBook is designed and published by Planet pdf. For more free

Ulysses 

881 

of

 1305 

MANANAUN MACLIR: (With a voice of waves) Aum! 

Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor! Ma! White yoghin of the gods. 

Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. (With a voice of 

whistling seawind) Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won’t have 

my leg pulled. It has been said by one: beware the left, the 

cult of Shakti. (With a cry of stormbirds) Shakti Shiva, 

darkhidden Father! (He smites with his bicycle pump the 

crayfish in his left hand. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve 

signs of the zodiac. He wails with the vehemence of the ocean.) 

Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the homestead! I 

am the dreamery creamery butter. 

(A skeleton judashand strangles the light. The green light 

wanes to mauve. The gasjet wails whistling.) 

THE GASJET: Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii! 

(Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the 

mantle.) 

ZOE: Who has a fag as I’m here? 

LYNCH: (Tossing a cigarette on to the table) Here. 

ZOE:  (Her head perched aside in mock pride) Is that the 

way to hand the pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the 

cigarette over the flame, twirling it slowly, showing the brown 

tufts of her armpits. Lynch with his poker lifts boldly a side of her 

slip. Bare from her garters up her flesh appears under the sapphire 

---

Ulysses 

882 

of

 1305 

a nixie’s green. She puffs calmly at her cigarette.) Can you see 

the beautyspot of my behind? 

LYNCH: I’m not looking 

ZOE: (Makes sheep’s eyes) No? You wouldn’t do a less 

thing. Would you suck a lemon? 

(Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning 

at Bloom, then twists round towards him, pulling her slip free of 

the poker. Blue fluid again flows over her flesh. Bloom stands, 

smiling desirously, twirling his thumbs. Kitty Ricketts licks her 

middle finger with her spittle and, gazing in the mirror, smooths 

both eyebrows. Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly 

down through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the left on 

gawky pink stilts. He is sausaged into several overcoats and wears 

a brown macintosh under which he holds a roll of parchment. In 

his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O’connor 

Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell. On his head is perched an Egyptian 

pshent. Two quills project over his ears.) 

VIRAG: (Heels together, bows) My name is Virag Lipoti, 

of Szombathely. (He coughs thoughtfully, drily) Promiscuous 

nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh? 

Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not 

wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a 

particular devotee. The injection mark on the thigh I hope 

you perceived? Good. 

---

Ulysses 

883 

of

 1305 

BLOOM: Granpapachi. But ... 

VIRAG: Number two on the other hand, she of the 

cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a 

little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood, is in walking 

costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I should opine. 

Backbone in front, so to say. Correct me but I always 

understood that the act so performed by skittish humans 

with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its 

exhibitionististicicity. In a word. Hippogriff. Am I right? 

BLOOM: She is rather lean. 

VIRAG:  (Not unpleasantly) Absolutely! Well observed 

and those pannier pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop 

effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. A new 

purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been 

mulcted. Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Observe 

the attention to details of dustspecks. Never put on you 

tomorrow what you can wear today. Parallax! (With a 

nervous twitch of his head) Did you hear my brain go snap? 

Pollysyllabax! 

BLOOM: (An elbow resting in a hand, a forefinger against 

his cheek) She seems sad. 

VIRAG:  (Cynically, his weasel teeth bared yellow, draws 

down his left eye with a finger and barks hoarsely) Hoax! 

Beware of the flapper and bogus mournful. Lily of the 

---

Ulysses 

884 

of

 1305 

alley. All possess bachelor’s button discovered by Rualdus 

Columbus. Tumble her. Columble her. Chameleon. (More 

genially) Well then, permit me to draw your attention to 

item number three. There is plenty of her visible to the 

naked eye. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable 

matter on her skull. What ho, she bumps! The ugly 

duckling of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. 

BLOOM:  (Regretfully) When you come out without 

your gun. 

VIRAG: We can do you all brands, mild, medium and 

strong. Pay your money, take your choice. How happy 

could you be with either ... 

BLOOM: With ...? 

VIRAG:  (His tongue upcurling) Lyum! Look. Her beam 

is broad. She is coated with quite a considerable layer of 

fat. Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark 

that she has in front well to the fore two protuberances of 

very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the 

noonday soupplate, while on her rere lower down are two 

additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and 

tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be desired 

save compactness. Such fleshy parts are the product of 

careful nurture. When coopfattened their livers reach an 

elephantine size. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and 

---