Smell my hot goathide. Feel my royal weight.
(Crosslacing.) Too tight?
If you bungle, Handy Andy, I'll kick your football for you.
Not to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night of the bazaar dance. Bad luck. Hook in wrong tache of her... person you mentioned. That night she met... Now!"
(Mumbles.) Awaiting your further orders, we remain, gentlemen...
(With a hard basilisk stare, in a baritone voice.) Hound of dishonour!"
(His heavy cheekchops sagging.) Adorer of the adulterous rump!
(With sinews semiflexed.) Magmagnificence! " (U15.2836)
Down! (He taps her on the shoulder with his fan.) Incline feet forward! Slide left foot one pace back. You will fall. You are falling. On the hands down!
(Her eyes upturned in the sign of admiration, closing, yaps.) Truffles!
(With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all fours, grunting, snuffling, rooting at his feet"
The Linati scheme for Circe designates Bella as Circe. This engraving (1886) shows Circe turning the unhappy Greeks into Swine.
(enthralled, bleats) I promise never to disobey."
(Laughs loudly.) Holy smoke! You little know what's in store for you. I'm the Tartar to settle your little lot and break you in! I'll bet Kentucky cocktails all round I shame it out of you, old son. Cheek me, I dare you. If you do, tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be inflicted in gym costume."
(widening her slip to screen her) She's not here.
(closing her eyes) She's not here.
(hiding her with her gown) She didn't mean it, Mr Bello. She'll be good, sir.
Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello. Sure you won't, ma'amsir."
(Coaxingly.) Come, ducky dear, I want a word with you, darling, just to administer correction. Just a little heart to heart talk, sweety. (Bloom puts out her timid head.) There's a good girly now."