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stephen
Out of it now. (To himself.) Clever.
philip drunk and philip sober
(Their lawnmowers purring with a rigadoon of grasshalms.) Clever ever. Out
of it. Out of it. By the bye have you the book, the thing, the ashplant? Yes,
there it, yes. Cleverever outofitnow. Keep in condition. Do like us.
zoe
There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with
his coat buttoned up. You needn’t try to hide, I says to him. I know you’ve a
Roman collar.
virag
Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Fall of man. (Harshly, his pupils
waxing.) To hell with the pope! Nothing new under the sun. I am the Virag
who disclosed the sex secrets of monks and maidens. Why I left the Church
of Rome. Read the Priest, the Woman and the Confessional. Penrose. Flipperty
Jippert. (He wriggles.) Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of
rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man’s lingam. Short time after man
presents woman with pieces of jungle meat. Woman shows joy and covers herself
with featherskins. Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the stiff one.
(He cries.) Coactus volui. Then giddy woman will run about. Strong man grapses
woman’s wrist. Woman squeals, bites, spucks. Man, now fierce angry, strikes
woman’s fat yadgana. (He chases his tail.) Piffpaff! Popo! (He stops, sneezes.)
Pchp! (He worries his butt.) Prrrrrht!
lynch
I hope you gave the good father a penance. Nine glorias for shooting a
bishop.
zoe
(Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils.) He couldn’t get a connection.
Only, you know, sensation. A dry rush.
bloom
Poor man!
