"or I mean, Keats says."
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From the poem ENDYMION (1919) by John Keats, that starts:
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
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From the poem ENDYMION (1919) by John Keats, that starts:
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
"(In the cone of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the bearded figure of Mananaun MacLir broods, chin on knees. He rises slowly. A cold seawind blows from his druid mouth."
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"About his head writhe eels and elvers. He is encrusted with weeds nd shells. His right hand holds a bicycle pump. His left hand grasps a huge crayfish by its two talons.)"
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"MANANAUN MACLIR
(with a voice of waves) Aum! Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor! Ma! White yoghin of the gods. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. (with a voice of whistling seawind) Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won't have my leg pulled."
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(with a voice of waves) Aum! Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor! Ma! White yoghin of the gods. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. (with a voice of whistling seawind) Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won't have my leg pulled."
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"It has been said by one: beware the left, the cult of Shakti. (with a cry of stormbirds) Shakti Shiva, darkhidden Father! (He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand."
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"On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the zodiac. He wails with the vehemence of the ocean.)
Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the homestead!."
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Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the homestead!."
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"I am the dreamery creamery butter."
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"(A skeleton judashand strangles the light. The green light wanes to mauve. The gasjet wails whistling.)
THE GASJET
Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii!
(Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.)
ZOE
Who has a fag as I'm here?
LYNCH
(tossing a cigarette on to the table) Here."
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THE GASJET
Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii!
(Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.)
ZOE
Who has a fag as I'm here?
LYNCH
(tossing a cigarette on to the table) Here."
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"ZOE
(Her head perched aside in mock pride.) Is that the way to hand the pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame, twirling it slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits. Lynch with his poker lifts boldly a side of her slip. Bare from her garters up her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie's green. She puffs calmly at her cigarette.)"
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(Her head perched aside in mock pride.) Is that the way to hand the pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame, twirling it slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits. Lynch with his poker lifts boldly a side of her slip. Bare from her garters up her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie's green. She puffs calmly at her cigarette.)"
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"Can you see the beautyspot of my behind?
LYNCH
I'm not looking."
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So beautyspots have a language too. This PC states: one on the cheek means sensuality, but also love, kindness and fidelity. I wonder what a beautyspot on the behind says...
LYNCH
I'm not looking."
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So beautyspots have a language too. This PC states: one on the cheek means sensuality, but also love, kindness and fidelity. I wonder what a beautyspot on the behind says...
"ZOE
(Makes sheep's eyes.) No? You wouldn't do a less thing. Would you suck a lemon?
(Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom, then twists round towards him, pulling her slip free of the poker. Blue fluid again flows over her flesh. Bloom stands, smiling desirously, twirling his thumbs."
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(Makes sheep's eyes.) No? You wouldn't do a less thing. Would you suck a lemon?
(Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom, then twists round towards him, pulling her slip free of the poker. Blue fluid again flows over her flesh. Bloom stands, smiling desirously, twirling his thumbs."
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"Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her spittle and, gazing in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows."
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"Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the left on gawky pink stilts. He is sausaged into several overcoats and wears a brown macintosh under which he holds a roll of parchment."
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In 1823, Scottish chemist Charles Macintosh patented a method for making waterproof garments. He was trying to find uses for the waste products of gasworks when he discovered that coal-tar naphtha dissolved india rubber. He took wool cloth, painted one side with the dissolved rubber preparation. and placed another layer of wool cloth on top, thus creating the first practical (though imperfect) waterproof fabric. Macintosh's fabrics were much improved when vulcanized rubber was invented in 1839. This is a 19c. CDV of a Hungarian man in a MacIntosh.
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In 1823, Scottish chemist Charles Macintosh patented a method for making waterproof garments. He was trying to find uses for the waste products of gasworks when he discovered that coal-tar naphtha dissolved india rubber. He took wool cloth, painted one side with the dissolved rubber preparation. and placed another layer of wool cloth on top, thus creating the first practical (though imperfect) waterproof fabric. Macintosh's fabrics were much improved when vulcanized rubber was invented in 1839. This is a 19c. CDV of a Hungarian man in a MacIntosh.
"In his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell. On his head is perched an Egyptian pshent. Two quills project over his ears.)"
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"VIRAG
(heels together, bows) My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely."
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(heels together, bows) My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely."
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"(He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh? Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee. The injection mark on the thigh I hope you perceived? Good.
BLOOM
Granpapachi. But...
VIRAG
Number two on the other hand, she of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I should opine. Backbone in front, so to say."
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BLOOM
Granpapachi. But...
VIRAG
Number two on the other hand, she of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I should opine. Backbone in front, so to say."
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