CIRCE
"THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS
(stamps her jingling spurs in a sudden paroxysm of fury) I will, by the God above me. I'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I can stand over him. I'll flay him alive.
BLOOM
(his eyes closing, quails expectantly) Here? (he squirms) Again! (he pants cringing) I love the danger." (U15.1080)
