CIRCE
"ZOE
(Flattered.) What the eye can't see the heart can't grieve for. (She pats him.) Come.
BLOOM
Laughing witch! The hand that rocks the cradle.
ZOE
Babby!
BLOOM
(In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles with a chubby finger, his moist tongue lolling and lisping.) One two tlee: tlee tlwo tlone."
(U15.2000)
