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bello

(Twisting.) Another!

bloom

(Screams.) O, it’s hell itself! Every nerve in my body aches like mad!

bello

(Shouts.) Good, by the rumping jumping general! That’s the best bit of news I heard these six weeks. Here, don’t keep me waiting, damn you. (He slaps her face.)

bloom

(Whimpers.) You’re after hitting me. I’ll tell…

bello

Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.

zoe

Yes. Walk on him! I will.

florry

I will. Don’t be greedy.

kitty

No, me. Lend him to me.

(The brothel cook, Mrs Keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a greasy bib, men’s grey and green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her bare red arm and hand, appears at the door.)

mrs keogh

(Ferociously.) Can I help? (They hold and pinion Bloom.)

bello

(Squats, with a grunt, on Bloom’s upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg.) I see Keating Clay is elected chairman of the Richmond Asylum and bytheby Guinness’s preference shares are at sixteen three quarters. Curse me for a fool that I didn’t buy that lot Craig and Gardner told me about. Just my infernal luck, curse it. And that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty