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Her
ankles
are
linked
by
a
slender
fetterchain
.
Beside
her
a
camel
,
hooded
with
a
turreting
turban
,
waits
.
A
silk
ladder
of
innumerable
rungs
climbs
to
his
bobbing
howdah
.
He
ambles
near
with
disgruntled
hindquarters
.
Fiercely
she
slaps
his
haunch
,
her
goldcurb
wristbangles
angriling
,
scolding
him
in
Moorish
.
)
MARION
:
Nebrakada
!
Femininum
!
(
The
camel
,
lifting
a
foreleg
,
plucks
from
a
tree
a
large
mango
fruit
,
offers
it
to
his
mistress
,
blinking
,
in
his
cloven
hoof
,
then
droops
his
head
and
,
grunting
,
with
uplifted
neck
,
fumbles
to
kneel
.
Bloom
stoops
his
back
for
leapfrog
.
)
BLOOM
:
I
can
give
you
.
.
.
I
mean
as
your
business
menagerer
.
.
.
Mrs
Marion
.
.
.
if
you
.
.
.
MARION
:
So
you
notice
some
change
?
(
Her
hands
passing
slowly
over
her
trinketed
stomacher
,
a
slow
friendly
mockery
in
her
eyes
.
)
O
Poldy
,
Poldy
,
you
are
a
poor
old
stick
in
the
mud
!
Go
and
see
life
.
See
the
wide
world
.
BLOOM
:
I
was
just
going
back
for
that
lotion
whitewax
,
orangeflower
water
.
Shop
closes
early
on
Thursday
.
But
the
first
thing
in
the
morning
.
(
He
pats
divers
pockets
.
)
This
moving
kidney
.
Ah
!
(
He
points
to
the
south
,
then
to
the
east
.
A
cake
of
new
clean
lemon
soap
arises
,
diffusing
light
and
perfume
.
)
THE
SOAP
:
We
’
re
a
capital
couple
are
Bloom
and
I
.
He
brightens
the
earth
.
I
polish
the
sky
.
