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BLOOM
:
(
A
sweat
breaking
out
over
him
.
)
Not
man
.
(
He
sniffs
.
)
Woman
.
BELLO
:
(
Stands
up
.
)
No
more
blow
hot
and
cold
.
What
you
longed
for
has
come
to
pass
.
Henceforth
you
are
unmanned
and
mine
in
earnest
,
a
thing
under
the
yoke
.
Now
for
your
punishment
frock
.
You
will
shed
your
male
garments
,
you
understand
,
Ruby
Cohen
?
and
don
the
shot
silk
luxuriously
rustling
over
head
and
shoulders
.
And
quickly
too
!
BLOOM
:
(
Shrinks
.
)
Silk
,
mistress
said
!
O
crinkly
!
scrapy
!
Must
I
tiptouch
it
with
my
nails
?
BELLO
:
(
Points
to
his
whores
.
)
As
they
are
now
so
will
you
be
,
wigged
,
singed
,
perfumesprayed
,
ricepowdered
,
with
smoothshaven
armpits
.
Tape
measurements
will
be
taken
next
your
skin
.
You
will
be
laced
with
cruel
force
into
vicelike
corsets
of
soft
dove
coutille
with
whalebone
busk
to
the
diamondtrimmed
pelvis
,
the
absolute
outside
edge
,
while
your
figure
,
plumper
than
when
at
large
,
will
be
restrained
in
nettight
frocks
,
pretty
two
ounce
petticoats
and
fringes
and
things
stamped
,
of
course
,
with
my
houseflag
,
creations
of
lovely
lingerie
for
Alice
and
nice
scent
for
Alice
.
Alice
will
feel
the
pullpull
.
Martha
and
Mary
will
be
a
little
chilly
at
first
in
such
delicate
thighcasing
but
the
frilly
flimsiness
of
lace
round
your
bare
knees
will
remind
you
.
.
.
BLOOM
:
(
A
charming
soubrette
with
dauby
cheeks
,
mustard
hair
and
large
male
hands
and
nose
,
leering
mouth
.
)
I
tried
her
things
on
only
twice
,
a
small
prank
,
in
Holles
street
.
When
we
were
hard
up
I
washed
them
to
save
the
laundry
bill
.
My
own
shirts
I
turned
.
It
was
the
purest
thrift
.
BELLO
:
(
Jeers
.
)
Little
jobs
that
make
mother
pleased
,
eh
?
And
showed
off
coquettishly
in
your
domino
at
the
mirror
behind
closedrawn
blinds
your
unskirted
thighs
and
hegoat
’
s
udders
in
various
poses
of
surrender
,
eh
?
Ho
!
ho
!
I
have
to
laugh
!
That
secondhand
black
operatop
shift
and
short
trunkleg
naughties
all
split
up
the
stitches
at
her
last
rape
that
Mrs
Miriam
Dandrade
sold
you
from
the
Shelbourne
hotel
,
eh
?
BLOOM
:
Miriam
.
Black
.
Demimondaine
.
BELLO
:
(
Guffaws
.
)
Christ
Almighty
it
’
s
too
tickling
,
this
!
You
were
a
nicelooking
Miriam
when
you
clipped
off
your
backgate
hairs
and
lay
swooning
in
the
thing
across
the
bed
as
Mrs
Dandrade
about
to
be
violated
by
lieutenant
Smythe
-
Smythe
,
Mr
Philip
Augustus
Blockwell
M
.
P
.
,
signor
Laci
Daremo
,
the
robust
tenor
,
blueeyed
Bert
,
the
liftboy
,
Henri
Fleury
of
Gordon
Bennett
fame
,
Sheridan
,
the
quadroon
Croesus
,
the
varsity
wetbob
eight
from
old
Trinity
,
Ponto
,
her
splendid
Newfoundland
and
Bobs
,
dowager
duchess
of
Manorhamilton
.
(
He
guffaws
again
.
)
Christ
,
wouldn
’
t
it
make
a
Siamese
cat
laugh
?
BLOOM
:
(
Her
hands
and
features
working
.
)
It
was
Gerald
converted
me
to
be
a
true
corsetlover
when
I
was
female
impersonator
in
the
High
School
play
Vice
Versa
.
It
was
dear
Gerald
.
He
got
that
kink
,
fascinated
by
sister
’
s
stays
.
Now
dearest
Gerald
uses
pinky
greasepaint
and
gilds
his
eyelids
.
Cult
of
the
beautiful
.
