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toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated
by gingerbread and a postal order?
BELLO: (Whistles loudly) Say! What was the most
revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime?
Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be candid for once.
(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering, vanishing,
gibbering, Booloohoom. Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny
Cassidy’s hag, blind stripling, Larry Rhinoceros, the girl, the
woman, the whore, the other, the ...)
BLOOM: Don’t ask me! Our mutual faith. Pleasants
street. I only thought the half of the ... I swear on my
sacred oath ...
BELLO: (Peremptorily) Answer. Repugnant wretch! I
insist on knowing. Tell me something to amuse me, smut
or a bloody good ghoststory or a line of poetry, quick,
quick, quick! Where? How? What time? With how many?
I give you just three seconds. One! Two! Thr ...
BLOOM: (Docile, gurgles) I rererepugnosed in
rerererepugnant
BELLO: (Imperiously) O, get out, you skunk! Hold
your tongue! Speak when you’re spoken to.
BLOOM: (Bows) Master! Mistress! Mantamer!
(He lifts his arms. His bangle bracelets fill.)
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BELLO: (Satirically) By day you will souse and bat our
smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and
swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and a dishclout
tied to your tail. Won’t that be nice? (He places a ruby ring
on her finger) And there now! With this ring I thee own.
Say, thank you, mistress.
BLOOM: Thank you, mistress.
BELLO: You will make the beds, get my tub ready,
empty the pisspots in the different rooms, including old
Mrs Keogh’s the cook’s, a sandy one. Ay, and rinse the
seven of them well, mind, or lap it up like champagne.
Drink me piping hot. Hop! You will dance attendance or
I’ll lecture you on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and spank
your bare bot right well, miss, with the hairbrush. You’ll
be taught the error of your ways. At night your
wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton
gloves newpowdered with talc and having delicately
scented fingertips. For such favours knights of old laid
down their lives. (He chuckles) My boys will be no end
charmed to see you so ladylike, the colonel, above all,
when they come here the night before the wedding to
fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. First I’ll have a
go at you myself. A man I know on the turf named
Charles Alberta Marsh (I was in bed with him just now
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and another gentleman out of the Hanaper and Petty Bag
office) is on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short
knock. Swell the bust. Smile. Droop shoulders. What
offers? (He points) For that lot. Trained by owner to fetch
and carry, basket in mouth. (He bares his arm and plunges it
elbowdeep in Bloom’s vulva) There’s fine depth for you!
What, boys? That give you a hardon? (He shoves his arm in
a bidder’s face) Here wet the deck and wipe it round!
A BIDDER: A florin.
(Dillon’s lacquey rings his handbell.)
THE LACQUEY: Barang!
A VOICE: One and eightpence too much.
CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Must be virgin.
Good breath. Clean.
BELLO: (Gives a rap with his gavel) Two bar.
Rockbottom figure and cheap at the price. Fourteen hands
high. Touch and examine his points. Handle him. This
downy skin, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. If I had
only my gold piercer here! And quite easy to milk. Three
newlaid gallons a day. A pure stockgetter, due to lay
within the hour. His sire’s milk record was a thousand
gallons of whole milk in forty weeks. Whoa my jewel!
Beg up! Whoa! (He brands his initial C on Bloom’s croup) So!
Warranted Cohen! What advance on two bob, gentlemen?
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A DARKVISAGED MAN: (In disguised accent)
Hoondert punt sterlink.
VOICES: (Subdued) For the Caliph. Haroun Al
Raschid.
BELLO: (Gaily) Right. Let them all come. The scanty,
daringly short skirt, riding up at the knee to show a peep
of white pantalette, is a potent weapon and transparent
stockings, emeraldgartered, with the long straight seam
trailing up beyond the knee, appeal to the better instincts
of the blasé man about town. Learn the smooth mincing
walk on four inch Louis Quinze heels, the Grecian bend
with provoking croup, the thighs fluescent, knees
modestly kissing. Bring all your powers of fascination to
bear on them. Pander to their Gomorrahan vices.
BLOOM: (Bends his blushing face into his armpit and
simpers with forefinger in mouth) O, I know what you’re
hinting at now!
BELLO: What else are you good for, an impotent
thing like you? (He stoops and, peering, pokes with his fan
rudely under the fat suet folds of Bloom’s haunches) Up! Up!
Manx cat! What have we here? Where’s your curly teapot
gone to or who docked it on you, cockyolly? Sing, birdy,
sing. It’s as limp as a boy of six’s doing his pooly behind a
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