"(Bloom creeps under the sofa and peers out through the fringe.)"


(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."

"(Bello grabs her hair violently and drags her forward.) I only want to correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot. How's that tender behind?"

"O, ever so gently, pet."

"Begin to get ready."


(Fainting.) Don't tear my..."

"I shall sit on your ottoman saddleback every morning after my thumping good breakfast of Matterson's fat hamrashers and a bottle of Guinness's porter. (He belches.)"

"And suck my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the Licensed Victualler's Gazette."

"Very possibly I shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from the baking tin basted and baked like sucking pig with rice and lemon or currant sauce. It will hurt you.

(He twists her arm. Bloom squeals, turning turtle.)"


Don't be cruel, nurse! Don't!


(Twisting.) Another!


(Screams.) O, it's hell itself! Every nerve in my body aches like mad!"

(Shouts.) Good, by the rumping jumping general! That's the best bit of news I heard these six weeks. Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! (He slaps her face.)

(Whimpers.) You're after hitting me. I'll tell..." (U15.2909)
Hold him down,, girls, till I squat on him.

Yes. Walk on him! I will.

I will. Don't be greedy.

No, me. Lend him to me." (U15.2915)
"(The brothel cook, Mrs Keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a greasy bib, men's grey and green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the door.)


(Ferociously.) Can I help? (They hold and pinion Bloom.)"


(Squats with a grunt on Bloom's upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg.) I see Keating Clay is elected vicechairman of the Richmond Asylum and bytheby Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quarters. Curse me for a fool that didn't buy that lot Craig and Gardner told me about. Just my infernal luck, curse it."

"And that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. (He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear.) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray?"

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