"and lay swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P.,"

"Signor Laci Daremo, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert the liftboy,"

"Henry Fleury of Gordon Bennett fame,"

"Sheridan, the quadroon Croesus, the varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton."

"(He guffaws again.) Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh?"


(Her hands and features working.) It was Gerald converted me to be a true corsetlover when I was female impersonator in the High School play Vice Versa. It was dear Gerald. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays."

"Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. Cult of the beautiful."


(With wicked glee.) Beautiful! Give us a breather! When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the smoothworn throne."


Science. To compare the various joys we each enjoy. (earnestly) And really it's better the position .... because often I used to wet ....


(sternly) No insubordination! The sawdust is there in the corner for you. I gave you strict instructions, didn't I? Do it standing, sir! I'll teach you to behave like a jinkleman! If I catch a trace on your swaddles. Aha! By the ass of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. The sins of your past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds."

"Aha! By the ass of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. The sins of your past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds.


(in a medley of voices) He went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the Black church."


'Doran's Ass' is a 19c. British ballad (author unknown). A variant of it was published by J.O. Bebbington sometime before 1859, and archived at the Bodleian Library. Paddy Doyle, who loves Bridget O'Toole, falls asleep drunk by the side of the road. Doran's ass comes and lies next to him. Dreaming of Biddy, Paddy smugs and hugs the ass. But when the ass starts to bray, Paddy flees to Biddy, telling her he met the devil!
"Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D'Olier street"

"while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the call box. By word and deed he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises. In five public conveniences he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered males."

"And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not pass night after night by loving courting couples"

"to see if and what and how much he could see? Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order?


(Whistles loudly.) Say! What was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be candid for once."

"(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom. Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny, Cassidy's hag, blind stripling, Larry Rhinoceros, the girl, the woman, the whore, the other the, lane the.)


Don't ask me! Our mutual faith. Pleasants street. I only thought the half of the... I swear on my sacred oath..."


(Peremptorily.) Answer. Repugnant wretch! I insist on knowing. Tell me something to amuse me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a line of poetry, quick, quick, quick! Where? How? What time? With how many? I give you just three seconds. One! Two! Thr...


(Docile, gurgles.) I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant...


(Imperiously.) O, get out, you skunk! Hold your tongue! Speak when you're spoken to."

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