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BLOOM
:
(
Infatuated
.
)
Empress
!
BELLO
:
(
His
heavy
cheekchops
sagging
.
)
Adorer
of
the
adulterous
rump
!
BLOOM
:
(
Plaintively
.
)
Hugeness
!
BELLO
:
Dungdevourer
!
BLOOM
:
(
With
sinews
semiflexed
.
)
Magmagnificence
!
BELLO
:
Down
!
(
He
taps
her
on
the
shoulder
with
his
fan
.
)
Incline
feet
forward
!
Slide
left
foot
one
pace
back
!
You
will
fall
.
You
are
falling
.
On
the
hands
down
!
BLOOM
:
(
Her
eyes
upturned
in
the
sign
of
admiration
,
closing
,
yaps
.
)
Truffles
!
(
With
a
piercing
epileptic
cry
she
sinks
on
all
fours
,
grunting
,
snuffling
,
rooting
at
his
feet
:
then
lies
,
shamming
dead
,
with
eyes
shut
tight
,
trembling
eyelids
,
bowed
upon
the
ground
in
the
attitude
of
most
excellent
master
.
)
BELLO
:
(
With
bobbed
hair
,
purple
gills
,
fat
moustache
rings
round
his
shaven
mouth
,
in
mountaineer
’
s
puttees
,
green
silverbuttoned
coat
,
sport
skirt
and
alpine
hat
with
moorcock
’
s
feather
,
his
hands
stuck
deep
in
his
breeches
pockets
,
places
his
heel
on
her
neck
and
grinds
it
in
.
)
Footstool
!
Feel
my
entire
weight
.
Bow
,
bondslave
,
before
the
throne
of
your
despot
’
s
glorious
heels
so
glistening
in
their
proud
erectness
.
