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(
Milly
Bloom
,
fairhaired
,
greenvested
,
slimsandalled
,
her
blue
scarf
in
the
seawind
simply
swirling
,
breaks
from
the
arms
of
her
lover
and
calls
,
her
young
eyes
wonderwide
.
)
MILLY
:
My
!
It
’
s
Papli
!
But
,
O
Papli
,
how
old
you
’
ve
grown
!
BELLO
:
Changed
,
eh
?
Our
whatnot
,
our
writingtable
where
we
never
wrote
,
aunt
Hegarty
’
s
armchair
,
our
classic
reprints
of
old
masters
.
A
man
and
his
menfriends
are
living
there
in
clover
.
The
Cuckoos
’
Rest
!
Why
not
?
How
many
women
had
you
,
eh
,
following
them
up
dark
streets
,
flatfoot
,
exciting
them
by
your
smothered
grunts
,
what
,
you
male
prostitute
?
Blameless
dames
with
parcels
of
groceries
.
Turn
about
.
Sauce
for
the
goose
,
my
gander
O
.
BLOOM
:
They
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
BELLO
:
(
Cuttingly
.
)
Their
heelmarks
will
stamp
the
Brusselette
carpet
you
bought
at
Wren
’
s
auction
.
In
their
horseplay
with
Moll
the
romp
to
find
the
buck
flea
in
her
breeches
they
will
deface
the
little
statue
you
carried
home
in
the
rain
for
art
for
art
’
s
sake
.
They
will
violate
the
secrets
of
your
bottom
drawer
.
Pages
will
be
torn
from
your
handbook
of
astronomy
to
make
them
pipespills
.
And
they
will
spit
in
your
ten
shilling
brass
fender
from
Hampton
Leedom
’
s
.
BLOOM
:
Ten
and
six
.
The
act
of
low
scoundrels
.
Let
me
go
.
I
will
return
.
I
will
prove
.
.
.
A
VOICE
:
Swear
!
(
Bloom
clenches
his
fists
and
crawls
forward
,
a
bowieknife
between
his
teeth
.
)
BELLO
:
As
a
paying
guest
or
a
kept
man
?
Too
late
.
You
have
made
your
secondbest
bed
and
others
must
lie
in
it
.
Your
epitaph
is
written
.
You
are
down
and
out
and
don
’
t
you
forget
it
,
old
bean
.
