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Rh bolt, I can tell you! Foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! He’s no eunuch. A shock of red hair he has sticking out of him behind like a furzebush! Wait for nine months, my lad! Holy ginger, it’s kicking and coughing up and down in her guts already! That makes you wild, don’t it? Touches the spot? (He spits in contempt.) Spittoon!

I was indecently treated, I… inform the police. Hundred pounds. Unmentionable. I…

Would if you could, lame duck. A downpour we want not your drizzle.

To drive me mad! Moll! I forgot! Forgive! Moll!… We… Still…

(Ruthlessly.) No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman’s will since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years. Return and see.

Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!

(In tattered mocassins with a rusty fowlingpiece, tiptoing, fingertipping, his haggard bony bearded face peering through the diamond panes, cries out.) I see her! It’s she! The first night at Mat Dillon’s! But that dress, the green! And her hair is dyed gold and he…

(Laughs mockingly.) That’s your daughter, you owl, with a Mullingar student.

My! It’s Papli! But, O Papli, how old you’ve grown!