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PHILIP
DRUNK
AND
PHILIP
SOBER
:
(
Their
lawnmowers
purring
with
a
rigadoon
of
grasshalms
.
)
Clever
ever
.
Out
of
it
out
of
it
.
By
the
bye
have
you
the
book
,
the
thing
,
the
ashplant
?
Yes
,
there
it
,
yes
.
Cleverever
outofitnow
.
Keep
in
condition
.
Do
like
us
.
ZOE
:
There
was
a
priest
down
here
two
nights
ago
to
do
his
bit
of
business
with
his
coat
buttoned
up
.
You
needn
t
try
to
hide
,
I
says
to
him
.
I
know
you
ve
a
Roman
collar
.
VIRAG
:
Perfectly
logical
from
his
standpoint
.
Fall
of
man
.
(
Harshly
,
his
pupils
waxing
.
)
To
hell
with
the
pope
!
Nothing
new
under
the
sun
.
I
am
the
Virag
who
disclosed
the
Sex
Secrets
of
Monks
and
Maidens
.
Why
I
left
the
church
of
Rome
.
Read
the
Priest
,
the
Woman
and
the
Confessional
.
Penrose
.
Flipperty
Jippert
.
(
He
wriggles
.
)
Woman
,
undoing
with
sweet
pudor
her
belt
of
rushrope
,
offers
her
allmoist
yoni
to
man
s
lingam
.
Short
time
after
man
presents
woman
with
pieces
of
jungle
meat
.
Woman
shows
joy
and
covers
herself
with
featherskins
.
Man
loves
her
yoni
fiercely
with
big
lingam
,
the
stiff
one
.
(
He
cries
.
)
Coactus
volui
.
Then
giddy
woman
will
run
about
.
Strong
man
grapses
woman
s
wrist
.
Woman
squeals
,
bites
,
spucks
.
Man
,
now
fierce
angry
,
strikes
woman
s
fat
yadgana
.
(
He
chases
his
tail
.
)
Piffpaff
!
Popo
!
(
He
stops
,
sneezes
.
)
Pchp
!
(
He
worries
his
butt
.
)
Prrrrrht
!
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LYNCH
:
I
hope
you
gave
the
good
father
a
penance
.
Nine
glorias
for
shooting
a
bishop
.
ZOE
:
(
Spouts
walrus
smoke
through
her
nostrils
.
)
He
couldn
t
get
a
connection
.
Only
,
you
know
,
sensation
.
A
dry
rush
.
BLOOM
:
Poor
man
!
ZOE
:
(
Lightly
.
)
Only
for
what
happened
him
.
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BLOOM
:
How
?
VIRAG
:
(
A
diabolic
rictus
of
black
luminosity
contracting
his
visage
,
cranes
his
scraggy
neck
forward
.
He
lifts
a
mooncalf
nozzle
and
howls
.
)
Verfluchte
Goim
!
He
had
a
father
,
forty
fathers
.
He
never
existed
.
Pig
God
!
He
had
two
left
feet
.
He
was
Judas
Iacchia
,
a
Libyan
eunuch
,
the
pope
s
bastard
.
(
He
leans
out
on
tortured
forepaws
,
elbows
bent
rigid
,
his
eye
agonising
in
his
flat
skullneck
and
yelps
over
the
mute
world
.
)
A
son
of
a
whore
.
Apocalypse
.
KITTY
:
And
Mary
Shortall
that
was
in
the
lock
with
the
pox
she
got
from
Jimmy
Pidgeon
in
the
blue
caps
had
a
child
off
him
that
couldn
t
swallow
and
was
smothered
with
the
convulsions
in
the
mattress
and
we
all
subscribed
for
the
funeral
.