You both in black."
(His skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach. A hand glides over his left thigh.)
How's the nuts?
Off side. Curiously they are on the right. Heavier, I suppose."
(In sudden alarm.) You've a hard chancre.
I feel it."
A talisman. Heirloom.
For Zoe? For keeps? For being so nice, eh?"
You'll know me the next time.
(Forlornly.) I never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to..."
(Murmuring singsong with the music, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim.
(Fascinated.) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.
And you know what thought did?
(She bites his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, sending on him a cloying breath of stale garlic. The roses draw apart, disclose a sepulchre of the gold of kings and their mouldering bones.)"
(draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a flat awkward hand) Are you a Dublin girl?
(catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil) No bloody fear. I'm English."
(as before) Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now and then. Childish device. (Lewdly.) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed."
(in workman's corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap) Mankind is incorrigible."
Three times three for our future chief magistrate!
(The aurora borealis of the torchlight procession leaps.)