CIRCE
"(The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a brass poker. Stephen stands at the pianola on which sprawl his hat and ashplant. With two fingers he repeats once more the series of empty fifths. Florry Talbot, a blond feeble goosefat whore in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the sofacorner, her limp forearm pendent over the bolster, listening. A heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid.)
KITTY
(hiccups again with a kick of her horsed foot) O, excuse!
ZOE
(promptly) Your boy's thinking of you. Tie a knot on your shift."
(U15.2071)
