"Working overtime but her luck's turned today. (Suspiciously.) You're not his father, are you?
BLOOM
Not I!
ZOE
You both in black." (U15.1290)
BLOOM
Not I!
ZOE
You both in black." (U15.1290)
"Has little mousey any tickles tonight?
(His skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach. A hand glides over his left thigh.)
ZOE
How's the nuts?
BLOOM
Off side. Curiously they are on the right. Heavier, I suppose." (U15.1294)
(His skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach. A hand glides over his left thigh.)
ZOE
How's the nuts?
BLOOM
Off side. Curiously they are on the right. Heavier, I suppose." (U15.1294)
"One in a million" (U15.1301)
"my tailor, Mesias, says.
ZOE
(In sudden alarm.) You've a hard chancre.
BLOOM
Not likely.
ZOE
I feel it." (U15.1302)
ZOE
(In sudden alarm.) You've a hard chancre.
BLOOM
Not likely.
ZOE
I feel it." (U15.1302)
"(Her hand slides into his left trouser pocket and brings out a hard black shrivelled potato. She regards it and Bloom with dumb moist lips.)
BLOOM
A talisman. Heirloom." (U15.1309)
BLOOM
A talisman. Heirloom." (U15.1309)
"ZOE
For Zoe? For keeps? For being so nice, eh?
(She puts the potato greedily into a pocket then links his arm, cuddling him with supple warmth. He smiles uneasily." (U15.1314)
For Zoe? For keeps? For being so nice, eh?
(She puts the potato greedily into a pocket then links his arm, cuddling him with supple warmth. He smiles uneasily." (U15.1314)
"Slowly, note by note, oriental music is played. He gazes in the tawny crystal of her eyes, ringed with kohol. His smile softens.)
ZOE
You'll know me the next time.
BLOOM
(Forlornly.) I never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to..." (U15.1317)
ZOE
You'll know me the next time.
BLOOM
(Forlornly.) I never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to..." (U15.1317)
"(Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the mountains. Near are lakes. Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves. Aroma rises, a strong hairgrowth of resin. It burns, the orient, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the bronze flight of eagles." (U15.1324)
"Under it lies the womancity nude, white, still, cool, in luxury. A fountain murmurs among damask roses. Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring.)" (U15.1327)
"ZOE
(Murmuring singsong with the music, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim.
BLOOM
(Fascinated.) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.
ZOE
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.)" (U15.1331)
(Murmuring singsong with the music, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim.
BLOOM
(Fascinated.) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.
ZOE
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.)" (U15.1331)
"BLOOM
(draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a flat awkward hand) Are you a Dublin girl?
ZOE
(catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil) No bloody fear. I'm English." (U15.1342)
(draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a flat awkward hand) Are you a Dublin girl?
ZOE
(catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil) No bloody fear. I'm English." (U15.1342)
"Have you a swaggerroot?
BLOOM
(as before) Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now and then." (U15.1347)
BLOOM
(as before) Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now and then." (U15.1347)
"Childish device. (Lewdly.) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed." (U15.1349)
" ZOE
Go on. Make a stump speech out of it." (U15.1352)
Go on. Make a stump speech out of it." (U15.1352)
"BLOOM
(in workman's corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap) Mankind is incorrigible." (U15.1354)
(in workman's corduroy overalls, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap) Mankind is incorrigible." (U15.1354)
"Sir Walter Raleigh brought from the new world that potato and that weed, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption," (U15.1356)