"(In disdain she saunters away, plump as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni.)
BLOOM
Are you sure about that Voglio? I mean the pronunciati...
(He follows, followed by the sniffing terrier. The elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, the bristles of her chinmole glittering.)"
(U15.352)
Email: [email protected]
- with questions, comments,
suggestions, or corrections
- for permission to use an image
- if you would like a paper copy of
a map, or a paper stereoviewer