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bloom
I was just going back for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. Shop closes early on Thursday. But the first thing in the morning. (He pats divers pockets.) This moving kidney. Ah!
(He points to the south, then to the east. A cake of new clean lemon soap arises, diffusing light and perfume.)
the soap
We're a capital couple are Bloom and I
He brightens the earth, I polish the sky.
(The freckled face of Sweny, the druggist, appears in the disc of the soapsun.)
sweny
Three and a penny, please.
bloom
Yes. For my wife, Mrs Marion. Special recipe.
marion
(Softly.) Poldy!
bloom
Yes, ma'am?
marion
Ti trema un poco il cuore?
(In disdain she saunters away, plump as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni.)
bloom
Are you sure about that Voglio? I mean the pronunciati…
(He follows, followed by the sniffing terrier. The elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, the bristles of her chinmole glittering.)
