"Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his locks in curlpapers."

"He leads John Eglinton who wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, lizardlettered, and a high pagoda hat.)"


(Smiling, lifts the hat and displays a shaven poll from the crown of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with an orange topknot.) I was just beautifying him, don't you know."

"A thing of beauty, don't you know, Yeats says,"

"or I mean, Keats says."


From the poem ENDYMION (1919) by John Keats, that starts:

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
"(In the cone of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the bearded figure of Mananaun MacLir broods, chin on knees. He rises slowly. A cold seawind blows from his druid mouth."

"About his head writhe eels and elvers. He is encrusted with weeds nd shells. His right hand holds a bicycle pump. His left hand grasps a huge crayfish by its two talons.)"


(with a voice of waves) Aum! Hek! Wal! Ak! Lub! Mor! Ma! White yoghin of the gods. Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos. (with a voice of whistling seawind) Punarjanam patsypunjaub! I won't have my leg pulled."

"It has been said by one: beware the left, the cult of Shakti. (with a cry of stormbirds) Shakti Shiva, darkhidden Father! (He smites with his bicycle pump the crayfish in his left hand."

"On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the zodiac. He wails with the vehemence of the ocean.)

Aum! Baum! Pyjaum! I am the light of the homestead!."

"I am the dreamery creamery butter."

"(A skeleton judashand strangles the light. The green light wanes to mauve. The gasjet wails whistling.)


Pooah! Pfuiiiiiii!

(Zoe runs to the chandelier and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.)


Who has a fag as I'm here?


(tossing a cigarette on to the table) Here."


(Her head perched aside in mock pride.) Is that the way to hand the pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame, twirling it slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits. Lynch with his poker lifts boldly a side of her slip. Bare from her garters up her flesh appears under the sapphire a nixie's green. She puffs calmly at her cigarette.)"

"Can you see the beautyspot of my behind?


I'm not looking."


So beautyspots have a language too. This PC states: one on the cheek means sensuality, but also love, kindness and fidelity. I wonder what a beautyspot on the behind says...

(Makes sheep's eyes.) No? You wouldn't do a less thing. Would you suck a lemon?

(Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom, then twists round towards him, pulling her slip free of the poker. Blue fluid again flows over her flesh. Bloom stands, smiling desirously, twirling his thumbs."

"Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her spittle and, gazing in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows."

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