imate garments of which you are a particular devotee。 The injection mark on the thigh I hope you perceived？ Good。
BLOOM Granpapachi。 But。。。
VIRAG Number two on the other hand； she of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white； whose hair owes not a little to our tribal elixir of gopherwood； is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit； I should opine。 Backbone in front； so to say。 Correct me but I always understood that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity。 In a word。 Hippogriff。 Am I right？
BLOOM She is rather lean。
VIRAG （Not unpleasantly。） Absolutely！ Well observed and those pannier pockets of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip。 A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been mulcted。 Meretricious finery to deceive the eye。 Observe the attention to details of dustspecks。 Never put on you tomorrow what you can wear today。 Parallax！ （With a nervous twitch of his head。） Did you hear my brain go snap？ Pollysyllabax！
BLOOM （An elbow resting in a hand； a forefinger against his cheek。） She seems sad。
VIRAG （Cynically； his weasel teeth bared yellow； draws down his left eye with a finger and barks hoarsely。） Hoax！ Beware of the flapper and bogus mournful。 Lily of the alley。 All possess bachelor's button discovered by Rualdus Colombus。 Tumble her。 Columble her。 Chameleon。 （More genially。） Well then； permit me to draw your attention to item number three。 There is plenty of her visible to the naked eye。 Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull。 What ho； she bumps！ The ugly duckling of the party； longcasted and deep in keel。
BLOOM （Regretfully。） When you e out without your gun。
VIRAG We can do you all brands； mild； medium and strong。 Pay your money； take your choice。 How happy could you be with either。。。
BLOOM With？。。。
VIRAG （His tongue upcurling。） Lyum！ Look。 Her beam is broad。 She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat。 Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she has in front well to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions； inclined to fall in the noonday soupplate； while on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances； suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation which leave nothing to be desired save pactness。 Such fleshy parts are the product of careful nurture。 When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size。 Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber。 That suits your book； eh？ Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after。 Wallow in it。 Lycopodium。 （His throat twitches。） Slapbang！ There he goes again。
BLOOM The stye I dislike。
VIRAG （Arches his eyebrows。） Contact with a goldring； they say。 Argumentum ad feminam； as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyo saurus。 For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy。 Not for sale。 Hire only。 Huguenot。 （He twitches。） It is a funny sound。
（He coughs encouragingly。） But possibly it is only a wart。 I presume you shall have remembered what I will have taught you on that head？ Wheatenmeal with honey and nutmeg。
BLOOM （Reflecting。） Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax。 This searching ordeal。 It has been an unusually fatiguing day； a chapter of accidents。 Wait。 I mean； wartsblood spreads warts； you said 。
VIRAG （Severely； his nose hardhumped； his side eye winking。） Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk。 See； you have forgotten。 Exercise your mnemotechnic。 La causa è santa。 Tara。 Tara。 （Aside。） He will surely remember。
BLOOM Rosemary also did I understand you to say or will power over parasitic tissues。 Then nay no I have an inkling。 The touch of a deadhand cures。 Mnemo？
VIRAG （Excitedly。） I say so。 I say so。 E'en so。 Technic。 （He taps his parchmentroll energetically。） This book tells you how to act with all descriptive particulars。 Consult index for agitated fear of aconite； melancholy of muriatic； priapic pulsatilla。 Virag is going to talk about amputation。 Our old friend caustic。 They must be starved。 Snip off with horsehair under the denned neck。 But； to change the venue to the Bulgar and the Basque； have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments？ （With a dry snigger。） You intended to devote an entire year to the study of the religious problem and the summer months of 1882 to square the circle and win that million。 Pomegranate！ From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step。 Pyjamas； let us say？ Or stockingette gusseted knickers； closed？ Or； put we the case； those plicated binations； camiknickers？ （He crows derisively。） Keekeereekee！
（Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores； then gazes at the veiled mauve light； hearing the everflying moth。）
BLOOM I wanted then to have now concluded。 Nightdress was never。 Hence this。 But tomorrow is a new day will be。 Past was is today。 What now is will then tomorrow as now was be past yester。
VIRAG （Prompts into his ear in a pig's whisper。） Insects of the day spend their brief existence in reiterated coition； lured by the smell of the inferiorly pulchritudinous female possessing extendified pudendal verve in dorsal region。 Pretty Poll！ （His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally。） They had a proverb in the Carpathians in or about the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our era。 One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar。 Bear's buzz bothers bees。 But of this apart。 At another time we may resume。 We were very pleased； we others。 （He coughs and； bending his brow； rubs his nose thoughtfully with a scooping hand。） You shall find that these night insects follow the light。 An illusion for remember their plex unadjustable eye。 For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L。 B。 says is the book sensation of the year。 Some； to example； there are again whose movements are automatic。 Perceive。 That is his appropriate sun。 Nightbird nightsun nighttown。 Chase me； Charley！ Buzz！
BLOOM Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I。。。
VIRAG （His face impassive； laughs in a rich feminine key。） Splendid！ Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his dibble。 （He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles。） Bubbly jock！ Bubbly jock！ Where are we？ Open Sesame！ eth forth！ （He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads； his glowworm's nose running backwards over the letters which he claws。） Stay； good friend。 I bring thee thy answer Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us。 I'm the best o'cook。 Those succulent bivalves may help us and the truffles of Perigord； tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker； were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis。 Though they stink yet they sting。 （He wags head with cackling raillery。） Jocular。 With my eyeglass in my ocular。
BLOOM （Absently。） Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse。 Always open sesame。 The cloven sex。 Why they fear vermin； creeping things。 Yet Eve and the serpent contradict。 Not a historical fact。 Obvious analogy to my idea。 Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk。 Wind their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry。 Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis。
VIRAG （His mouth projected in hard wrinkles； eyes stonily forlornly closed； psalms in outlandish monotone。） That the cows with their those distended udders that they have been the known。。。
BLOOM I am going to scream。 I beg your pardon。 Ah？ So。 （He repeats。） Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to entrust their teats to his avid suction。 Ant milks aphis。 （Profoundly。） Instinct rules the world。 In life。 In death。
VIRAG （Head askew； arches his back and hunched wing… shoulders； peers at the moth out of blear bulged eyes； points a homing claw and cries。） Who's Ger Ger？ Who's dear Gerald？ O； I much fear he shall be most badly burned。 Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin？ （He mews。） Luss puss puss puss！ （He sighs； draws back and stares sideways down with dropping underjaw。） Well； well。 He doth rest anon。
I'm a tiny tiny thing
Ever flying in the spring
Round and round a ringaring。
Long ago I was a king；
Now I do this kind of thing
On the wing； on the wing！
Bing！
（He rushes against the mauve shade flapping noisily。） Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty petticoats。
（From left upper entrance with two sliding steps Henry Flower es forward to left front centre。 He wears a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero。 He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer and a longstemmed bamboo Jacobs pipe； its clay bowl fashioned as a female head。 He wears dark velvet hose and silverbuckled pumps。 He has the romantic Saviour's face with flowing locks； thin beard and moustache。 His spindlelegs and sparrow feet are those of the tenor Mario； prince of Candia。 He settles down his goffered ruffs and moistens his lips with a passage of his amorous tongue。）
HENRY （In a low dulcet voice； touching the strings of his guitar。） There is a flower that bloometh。
（Virag truculent； his jowl set； stares at the lamp。 Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck。 Henry gallant turns with pendent dewlap to the piano。）
STEPHEN （To himself。） Play with your eyes shut。 Imitate pa。 Filling my belly with husks of swine。 Too much of this。 I will arise and go to my。 Expect this is the。 Steve； thou art in a parlous way。 Must visit old Deasy or telegraph。 Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep impression。 Though our ages。 Will write fully tomorrow。 I'm partially drunk； by the way。 （He touches the keys again。） Minor chord es now。 Yes。 Not much however。
（Almidano Artifoni holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework。）
ARTIFONI Ci rifletta。 Lei rovina tutto。
FLORRY Sing us something。 Love's old sweet song。
STEPHEN No voice。 I am a most finished artist。 Lynch； did I show you the letter about the lute？
FLORRY （Smirking。） The bird that can s