"THE VOICE OF LYNCH
(In the thicket.) Whew! Piping hot!
THE VOICE OF ZOE
(In the thicket.) Came from a hot place.
THE VOICE OF VIRAG
(A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his assegai, striding through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.) Hot! Hot! Ware Sitting Bull!"
(U15.3415)
(In the thicket.) Whew! Piping hot!
THE VOICE OF ZOE
(In the thicket.) Came from a hot place.
THE VOICE OF VIRAG
(A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his assegai, striding through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.) Hot! Hot! Ware Sitting Bull!"
(U15.3415)
"BLOOM
It overpowers me. The warm impress of her warm form. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially with divaricated thighs, as though to grant the last favours, most especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. So womanly, full. It fills me full."
(U15.3423)
It overpowers me. The warm impress of her warm form. Even to sit where a woman has sat, especially with divaricated thighs, as though to grant the last favours, most especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans. So womanly, full. It fills me full."
(U15.3423)
"THE WATERFALL
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca."
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Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca."
(U15.3428)
"THE YEWS
Ssh! Sister, speak!
THE NYMPH
(Eyeless, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly, with remote eyes.) Tranquilla convent. Sister Agatha."
(U15.3431)
Ssh! Sister, speak!
THE NYMPH
(Eyeless, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly, with remote eyes.) Tranquilla convent. Sister Agatha."
(U15.3431)
"Mount Carmel."
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"The apparitions of Knock and Lourdes."
(U15.3435)
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"No more desire. (She reclines her head, sighing.) Only the ethereal. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull."
(U15.3436)
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"(Bloom half rises. His back trouserbutton snaps.)
THE BUTTON
Bip!
(Two sluts of the Coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling flatly.)
THE SLUTS
O Leopold lost the pin of his drawers
He didn't know what to do,
To keep it up,
To keep it up."
(U15.3439)
THE BUTTON
Bip!
(Two sluts of the Coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling flatly.)
THE SLUTS
O Leopold lost the pin of his drawers
He didn't know what to do,
To keep it up,
To keep it up."
(U15.3439)
"BLOOM
(Coldly.) You have broken the spell. The last straw. If there were only ethereal where would you all be, postulants and novices? Shy but willing, like an ass pissing.
THE YEWS
(Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their skinny arms aging and swaying.) Deciduously!" (U15. 3448)
(Coldly.) You have broken the spell. The last straw. If there were only ethereal where would you all be, postulants and novices? Shy but willing, like an ass pissing.
THE YEWS
(Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their skinny arms aging and swaying.) Deciduously!" (U15. 3448)
""THE NYMPH
(Her features hardening, gropes in the folds of her habit.) Sacrilege! To attempt my virtue! (A large moist stain appears on her robe.) Sully my innocence! You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. (She clutches again in her robe.) Wait, Satan. You'll sing no more lovesongs. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. (She draws a poniard and, clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his loins.) Nekum!"
(U15.3455)
(Her features hardening, gropes in the folds of her habit.) Sacrilege! To attempt my virtue! (A large moist stain appears on her robe.) Sully my innocence! You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. (She clutches again in her robe.) Wait, Satan. You'll sing no more lovesongs. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. (She draws a poniard and, clad in the sheathmail of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his loins.) Nekum!"
(U15.3455)
"BLOOM
(Starts up, seizes her hand.) Hoy! Nebrakada! Cat o' nine lives! Fair play, madam. No pruningknife. The fox and the grapes, is it?"
(U15.3462)
(Starts up, seizes her hand.) Hoy! Nebrakada! Cat o' nine lives! Fair play, madam. No pruningknife. The fox and the grapes, is it?"
(U15.3462)
"What do you lack with your barbed wire? Crucifix not thick enough? (He clutches her veil.) A holy abbot you want or Brophy, the lame gardener, or the spoutless statue of the watercarrier, or good Mother Alphonsus, eh Reynard?
THE NYMPH
(With a cry flees from him unveiled, her plaster cast cracking, a cloud of stench escaping from the cracks.) Poli...!
BLOOM
(calls after her) As if you didn't get it on the double yourselves. No jerks and multiple mucosities all over you. I tried it. Your strength our weakness. What's our studfee? What will you pay on the nail? You fee mendancers on the Riviera, I read. (the fleeing nymph raises a keen) Eh? I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me. And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh? Fool someone else, not me. (he sniffs) Rut. Onions. Stale. Sulphur. Grease."
(U15.3464)
THE NYMPH
(With a cry flees from him unveiled, her plaster cast cracking, a cloud of stench escaping from the cracks.) Poli...!
BLOOM
(calls after her) As if you didn't get it on the double yourselves. No jerks and multiple mucosities all over you. I tried it. Your strength our weakness. What's our studfee? What will you pay on the nail? You fee mendancers on the Riviera, I read. (the fleeing nymph raises a keen) Eh? I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me. And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh? Fool someone else, not me. (he sniffs) Rut. Onions. Stale. Sulphur. Grease."
(U15.3464)
"(The figure of Bella Cohen stands before him.)
BELLA
You'll know me the next time.
BLOOM
(Composed, regards her.) Passée. Mutton dressed as lamb. Long in the tooth and superfluous hairs. A raw onion the last thing at night would benefit your complexion."
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[Note: this is not a photo of Bella Cohen]
BELLA
You'll know me the next time.
BLOOM
(Composed, regards her.) Passée. Mutton dressed as lamb. Long in the tooth and superfluous hairs. A raw onion the last thing at night would benefit your complexion."
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[Note: this is not a photo of Bella Cohen]
"And take some double chin drill. Your eyes are as vapid as the glass eyes of your stuffed fox. They have the dimensions of your other features, that's all."
(U15.3485)
An ad to cure a double chin from Pearson's Magazine (1905)
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An ad to cure a double chin from Pearson's Magazine (1905)
"I'm not a triple screw propeller."
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"BELLA
(Contemptuously.) You're not game, in fact. (Her sowcunt barks.) Fbhracht!
BLOOM
(Contemptuously.) Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself.
BELLA
I know you, canvasser! Dead cod!
BLOOM
I saw him, kipkeeper! Pox and gleet vendor!"
(U15.3488)
(Contemptuously.) You're not game, in fact. (Her sowcunt barks.) Fbhracht!
BLOOM
(Contemptuously.) Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself.
BELLA
I know you, canvasser! Dead cod!
BLOOM
I saw him, kipkeeper! Pox and gleet vendor!"
(U15.3488)