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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
gumbenjamin
swamped
down
by
potions
of
green
tea
endow
them
during
their
brief
existence
with
natural
pincushions
of
quite
colossal
blubber
.
That
suits
your
book
,
eh
?
Fleshhotpots
of
Egypt
to
hanker
after
.
Wallow
in
it
.
Lycopodium
.
(
His
throat
twitches
.
)
Slapbang
!
There
he
goes
again
.
BLOOM
:
The
stye
I
dislike
.
VIRAG
:
(
Arches
his
eyebrows
.
)
Contact
with
a
goldring
,
they
say
.
Argumentum
ad
feminam
,
as
we
said
in
old
Rome
and
ancient
Greece
in
the
consulship
of
Diplodocus
and
Ichthyosauros
.
For
the
rest
Eve
’
s
sovereign
remedy
.
Not
for
sale
.
Hire
only
.
Huguenot
.
(
He
twitches
.
)
It
is
a
funny
sound
.
(
He
coughs
encouragingly
.
)
But
possibly
it
is
only
a
wart
.
I
presume
you
shall
have
remembered
what
I
will
have
taught
you
on
that
head
?
Wheatenmeal
with
honey
and
nutmeg
.
BLOOM
:
(
Reflecting
.
)
Wheatenmeal
with
lycopodium
and
syllabax
.
This
searching
ordeal
.
It
has
been
an
unusually
fatiguing
day
,
a
chapter
of
accidents
.
Wait
.
I
mean
,
wartsblood
spreads
warts
,
you
said
.
.
.
VIRAG
:
(
Severely
,
his
nose
hardhumped
,
his
side
eye
winking
.
)
Stop
twirling
your
thumbs
and
have
a
good
old
thunk
.
See
,
you
have
forgotten
.
Exercise
your
mnemotechnic
.
La
causa
è
santa
.
Tara
.
Tara
.
(
Aside
.
)
He
will
surely
remember
.
