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ZOE
:
How
’
s
the
nuts
?
BLOOM
:
Off
side
.
Curiously
they
are
on
the
right
.
Heavier
,
I
suppose
.
One
in
a
million
my
tailor
,
Mesias
,
says
.
ZOE
:
(
In
sudden
alarm
.
)
You
’
ve
a
hard
chancre
.
BLOOM
:
Not
likely
.
ZOE
:
I
feel
it
.
(
Her
hand
slides
into
his
left
trouser
pocket
and
brings
out
a
hard
black
shrivelled
potato
.
She
regards
it
and
Bloom
with
dumb
moist
lips
.
)
BLOOM
:
A
talisman
.
Heirloom
.
ZOE
:
For
Zoe
?
For
keeps
?
For
being
so
nice
,
eh
?
(
She
puts
the
potato
greedily
into
a
pocket
then
links
his
arm
,
cuddling
him
with
supple
warmth
.
He
smiles
uneasily
.
Slowly
,
note
by
note
,
oriental
music
is
played
.
He
gazes
in
the
tawny
crystal
of
her
eyes
,
ringed
with
kohol
.
His
smile
softens
.
)
ZOE
:
You
’
ll
know
me
the
next
time
.
