CIRCE
"(He knots the lace. Bella places her foot on the floor. Bloom raises his head. Her heavy face, her eyes strike him in midbrow. His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his nose thickens.)
BLOOM
(Mumbles.) Awaiting your further orders, we remain, gentlemen...
BELLO
(With a hard basilisk stare, in a baritone voice.) Hound of dishonour!"
(U15.2829)
