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(
The
brothel
cook
,
Mrs
Keogh
,
wrinkled
,
greybearded
,
in
a
greasy
bib
,
men
’
s
grey
and
green
socks
and
brogues
,
floursmeared
,
a
rollingpin
stuck
with
raw
pastry
in
her
bare
red
arm
and
hand
,
appears
at
the
door
.
)
MRS
KEOGH
:
(
Ferociously
.
)
Can
I
help
?
(
They
hold
and
pinion
Bloom
.
)
BELLO
:
(
Squats
with
a
grunt
on
Bloom
’
s
upturned
face
,
puffing
cigarsmoke
,
nursing
a
fat
leg
.
)
I
see
Keating
Clay
is
elected
vicechairman
of
the
Richmond
asylum
and
by
the
by
Guinness
’
s
preference
shares
are
at
sixteen
three
quarters
.
Curse
me
for
a
fool
that
didn
’
t
buy
that
lot
Craig
and
Gardner
told
me
about
.
Just
my
infernal
luck
,
curse
it
.
And
that
Goddamned
outsider
Throwaway
at
twenty
to
one
.
(
He
quenches
his
cigar
angrily
on
Bloom
’
s
ear
.
)
Where
’
s
that
Goddamned
cursed
ashtray
?
BLOOM
:
(
Goaded
,
buttocksmothered
.
)
O
!
O
!
Monsters
!
Cruel
one
!
BELLO
:
Ask
for
that
every
ten
minutes
.
Beg
.
Pray
for
it
as
you
never
prayed
before
.
(
He
thrusts
out
a
figged
fist
and
foul
cigar
.
)
Here
,
kiss
that
.
Both
.
Kiss
.
(
He
throws
a
leg
astride
and
,
pressing
with
horseman
’
s
knees
,
calls
in
a
hard
voice
.
)
Gee
up
!
A
cockhorse
to
Banbury
cross
.
I
’
ll
ride
him
for
the
Eclipse
stakes
.
(
He
bends
sideways
and
squeezes
his
mount
’
s
testicles
roughly
,
shouting
.
)
Ho
!
Off
we
pop
!
I
’
ll
nurse
you
in
proper
fashion
.
(
He
horserides
cockhorse
,
leaping
in
the
,
in
the
saddle
.
)
The
lady
goes
a
pace
a
pace
and
the
coachman
goes
a
trot
a
trot
and
the
gentleman
goes
a
gallop
a
gallop
a
gallop
a
gallop
.
FLORRY
:
(
Pulls
at
Bello
.
)
Let
me
on
him
now
.
You
had
enough
.
I
asked
before
you
.
ZOE
:
(
Pulling
at
Florry
.
)
Me
.
Me
.
Are
you
not
finished
with
him
yet
,
suckeress
?
BLOOM
:
(
Stifling
.
)
Can
’
t
.
BELLO
:
Well
,
I
’
m
not
.
Wait
.
(
He
holds
in
his
breath
.
)
Curse
it
.
Here
.
This
bung
’
s
about
burst
.
(
He
uncorks
himself
behind
:
then
,
contorting
his
features
,
farts
loudly
.
)
Take
that
!
(
He
recorks
himself
.
)
Yes
,
by
Jingo
,
sixteen
three
quarters
.
