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rollicking humour。） O； the poor little fellow Hi…hi…hi…hi…his legs they were yellow He was plump； fat and heavy and brisk as a snake But some bloody savage To graize his white cabbage He murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake。
（A multitude of midges swarms over his robe。 He scratches himself with crossed arms at his ribs； grimacing； and exclaims。） I'm suffering the agony of the damned。 By the hoky fiddle； thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not unanimous。 If they were they'd walk me off the face of the bloody globe。
（His head aslant； he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers； imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off ically； swaying his hat from side to side； shrinking quickly to the size of his train bearers。 The dwarf acolytes； giggling； peeping； nudging； ogling； Easterkissing； zigzag behind him。 His voice is heard mellow from afar； merciful； male； melodious。） Shall carry my heart to thee； Shall carry my heart to thee； And the breath of the balmy night Shall carry my heart to thee。
（The trick doorhandle turns。）
THE DOORHANDLE Theeee。
ZOE The devil is in that door。
（A male form passes down the creaking staircase and is heard taking the waterproof and hat from the rack。 Bloom starts forward involuntarily and； half closing the door as he passes； takes the chocolate from his pocket and offers it nervously to Zoe。）
ZOE （Sniffs his hair briskly。） Hum。 Thank your mother for the rabbits。 I'm very fond of what I like。
BLOOM （Hearing a male voice in talk with the whores on the doorstep； pricks his ears。） If it were he？ After？ Or because not？ Or the double event？
ZOE （Tears open the silverfoil。） Fingers was made before forks。 （She breaks off and nibbles a piece； gives a piece to Kitty Ricketts and then turns kittenishly to Lynch。） No objection to French lozenges？ （He nods。 She taunts him。） Have it now or wait till you get it？ （He opens his mouth； his head cocked。 She whirls the prize in left circle。 His head follows。 She whirls it back in right circle。 He eyes her。） Catch。
（She tosses a piece。 With an adroit snap he catches it and bites it through with a crack。）
KITTY （Chewing。） The engineer I was with at the bazaar does have lovely ones。 Full of the best liqueurs。 And the viceroy was there with his lady。 The gas we had on the Toft's hobbyhorses。 I'm giddy still。
BLOOM （In Svengali's fur overcoat； with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock； frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the door。 Then； rigid； with left foot advanced； he makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and gives the sign of past master； drawing his right arm downwards from his left shoulder。） Go； go； go； I conjure you； whoever you are。
（A male cough and tread are heard passing through the mist outside。 Blooms features relax。 He places a hand in his waistcoat； posing calmly。 Zoe offers him chocolate。）
BLOOM （Solemnly。） Thanks。
ZOE Do as you're bid。 Here。
（A firm heelclacking is heard on the stairs。）
BLOOM （Takes the chocolate。） Aphrodisiac？ But I thought it。 Vanilla calms or？ Mnemo。 Confused light confuses memory。 Red influences lupus。 Colours affect women's characters； any they have。 This black makes me sad。 Eat and be merry for tomorrow。 （He eats。） Influence taste too； mauve。 But it is so long since I。 Seems new。 Aphro。 That priest。 Must e。 Better late than never。 Try truffles at Andrews。
（The door opens。 Bella Cohen； a massive whoremistress enters。 She is dressed in a threequarter ivory gown； fringed round the hem with tasselled selvedge； and cools herself flirting a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen。 On her left hand are wedding and keeper rings。 Her eyes are deeply carboned。 She has a sprouting moustache。 Her olive face is heavy； slightly sweated and fullnosed； with orangetainted nostrils。 She has lace pendant beryl eardrops。）
BELLA My word！ I'm all of a mucksweat。
（She glances around her at the couples。 Then her eyes rest on Bloom with hard insistence。 Her lace fan winnows wind towards her heated face； neck and embonpoint。 Her falcon eyes glitter。）
THE FAN （Flirting quickly； then slowly。） Married； I see。
BLOOM Yes。。。 Partly； I have mislaid 。
THE FAN （Half opening； then closing。） And the missus is master。 Petticoat government。
BLOOM （Looks down with a sheepish grin。） That is so。
THE FAN （Folding together； rests against her eardrop。） Have you forgotten me？
BLOOM Yes。 No。
THE FAN （Folded akimbo against her waist。） Is me her was you dreamed before？ Was then she him you us since knew？ Am all them and the same now we？ （Bella approaches； gently tapping with the fan。）
BLOOM （Wincing。） Powerful being。 In my eyes read that slumber which women love。
THE FAN （Tapping。） We have met。 You are mine。 It is fate。
BLOOM （Cowed。） Exuberant female。 Enormously I desiderate your domination。 I am exhausted； abandoned； no more young。 I stand； so to speak； with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the general postoffice of human life。 The door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second according to the law of falling bodies。 I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left glutear muscle。 It runs in our family。 Poor dear papa； a widower； was a regular barometer from it。 He believed in animal heat。 A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat。 Near the end； remembering king David and the Sunamite； he shared his bed with Athos； faithful after death。 A dog's spittle； as you probably。。。 （He winces。） Ah！
RICHIE GOULDING （Bagweighted； passes the door。） Mocking is catch。 Best value in Dub。 Fit for a prince's liver and kidney。
THE FAN （Tapping。） All things end。 Be mine。 Now。
BLOOM （Undecided。） All now？ I should not have parted with my talisman。 Rain； exposure at dewfall on the sea rocks； a peccadillo at my time of life。 Every phenomenon has a natural cause。
THE FAN （Points downwards slowly。） You may。
BLOOM （Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace。 ） We are observed。
THE FAN （Points downwards quickly。） You must。
BLOOM （With desire； with reluctance。） I can make a true black knot。 Learned when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellet's。 Experienced hand。 Every knot says a lot。 Let me。 In courtesy。 I knelt once before today。 Ah！
（Bella raises her gown slightly and； steadying her pose； lifts to the edge of a chair a plump buskined hoof and a full pastern； silksocked。 Bloom； stifflegged ageing； bends over her hoof and with gentle fingers draws out and in her laces。）
BLOOM （Murmurs lovingly。） To be a shoefitter in Mansfield's was my love's young dream； the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking； to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined； so incredibly small； of Clyde Road ladies。 Even their wax model Raymonde I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb toe； as worn in Paris。
THE HOOF Smell my hot goathide。 Feel my royal weight。
BLOOM （Crosslacing。） Too tight？
THE HOOF If you bungle； Handy Andy； I'll kick your football for you。
BLOOM Not to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night of the bazaar dance。 Bad luck。 Nook in wrong tache of her。。。 person you mentioned。 That night she met。。。 Now！
（He knots the