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BLOOM
:
Rosemary
also
did
I
understand
you
to
say
or
willpower
over
parasitic
tissues
.
Then
nay
no
I
have
an
inkling
.
The
touch
of
a
deadhand
cures
.
Mnemo
?
VIRAG
:
(
Excitedly
.
)
I
say
so
.
I
say
so
.
E
’
en
so
.
Technic
.
(
He
taps
his
parchmentroll
energetically
.
)
This
book
tells
you
how
to
act
with
all
descriptive
particulars
.
Consult
index
for
agitated
fear
of
aconite
,
melancholy
of
muriatic
,
priapic
pulsatilla
.
Virag
is
going
to
talk
about
amputation
.
Our
old
friend
caustic
.
They
must
be
starved
.
Snip
off
with
horsehair
under
the
denned
neck
.
But
,
to
change
the
venue
to
the
Bulgar
and
the
Basque
,
have
you
made
up
your
mind
whether
you
like
or
dislike
women
in
male
habiliments
?
(
With
a
dry
snigger
.
)
You
intended
to
devote
an
entire
year
to
the
study
of
the
religious
problem
and
the
summer
months
of
1886
to
square
the
circle
and
win
that
million
.
Pomegranate
!
From
the
sublime
to
the
ridiculous
is
but
a
step
.
Pyjamas
,
let
us
say
?
Or
stockingette
gussetted
knickers
,
closed
?
Or
,
put
we
the
case
,
those
complicated
combinations
,
camiknickers
?
(
He
crows
derisively
.
)
Keekeereekee
!
(
Bloom
surveys
uncertainly
the
three
whores
then
gazes
at
the
veiled
mauve
light
,
hearing
the
everflying
moth
.
)
BLOOM
:
I
wanted
then
to
have
now
concluded
.
Nightdress
was
never
.
Hence
this
.
But
tomorrow
is
a
new
day
will
be
.
Past
was
is
today
.
What
now
is
will
then
morrow
as
now
was
be
past
yester
.
VIRAG
:
(
Prompts
in
a
pig
’
s
whisper
.
)
Insects
of
the
day
spend
their
brief
existence
in
reiterated
coition
,
lured
by
the
smell
of
the
inferiorly
pulchritudinous
female
possessing
extendified
pudendal
nerve
in
dorsal
region
.
Pretty
Poll
!
(
His
yellow
parrotbeak
gabbles
nasally
.
)
They
had
a
proverb
in
the
Carpathians
in
or
about
the
year
five
thousand
five
hundred
and
fifty
of
our
era
.
One
tablespoonful
of
honey
will
attract
friend
Bruin
more
than
half
a
dozen
barrels
of
first
choice
malt
vinegar
.
Bear
’
s
buzz
bothers
bees
.
But
of
this
apart
.
At
another
time
we
may
resume
.
We
were
very
pleased
,
we
others
.
(
He
coughs
and
,
bending
his
brow
,
rubs
his
nose
thoughtfully
with
a
scooping
hand
.
)
You
shall
find
that
these
night
insects
follow
the
light
.
An
illusion
for
remember
their
complex
unadjustable
eye
.
For
all
these
knotty
points
see
the
seventeenth
book
of
my
Fundamentals
of
Sexology
or
the
Love
Passion
which
Doctor
L
.
B
.
says
is
the
book
sensation
of
the
year
.
Some
,
to
example
,
there
are
again
whose
movements
are
automatic
.
Perceive
.
That
is
his
appropriate
sun
.
Nightbird
nightsun
nighttown
.
Chase
me
,
Charley
!
(
He
blows
into
Bloom
’
s
ear
.
)
Buzz
!
BLOOM
:
Bee
or
bluebottle
too
other
day
butting
shadow
on
wall
dazed
self
then
me
wandered
dazed
down
shirt
good
job
I
.
.
.
VIRAG
:
(
His
face
impassive
,
laughs
in
a
rich
feminine
key
.
)
Splendid
!
Spanish
fly
in
his
fly
or
mustard
plaster
on
his
dibble
.
(
He
gobbles
gluttonously
with
turkey
wattles
.
)
Bubbly
jock
!
Bubbly
jock
!
Where
are
we
?
Open
Sesame
!
Cometh
forth
!
(
He
unrolls
his
parchment
rapidly
and
reads
,
his
glowworm
’
s
nose
running
backwards
over
the
letters
which
he
claws
.
)
Stay
,
good
friend
.
I
bring
thee
thy
answer
.
Redbank
oysters
will
shortly
be
upon
us
.
I
’
m
the
best
o
’
cook
.
Those
succulent
bivalves
may
help
us
and
the
truffles
of
Perigord
,
tubers
dislodged
through
mister
omnivorous
porker
,
were
unsurpassed
in
cases
of
nervous
debility
or
viragitis
.
Though
they
stink
yet
they
sting
.
(
He
wags
his
head
with
cackling
raillery
.
)
Jocular
.
With
my
eyeglass
in
my
ocular
.
(
He
sneezes
.
)
Amen
!
BLOOM
:
(
Absently
.
)
Ocularly
woman
’
s
bivalve
case
is
worse
.
Always
open
sesame
.
The
cloven
sex
.
Why
they
fear
vermin
,
creeping
things
.
Yet
Eve
and
the
serpent
contradicts
.
Not
a
historical
fact
.
Obvious
analogy
to
my
idea
.
Serpents
too
are
gluttons
for
woman
’
s
milk
.
Wind
their
way
through
miles
of
omnivorous
forest
to
sucksucculent
her
breast
dry
.
Like
those
bubblyjocular
Roman
matrons
one
reads
of
in
Elephantuliasis
.
