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Chapter 12
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THEHOOF:Smellmyhotgoathide.Feelmyroyalweight.
BLOOM:(Crosslacing.)Tootight?
THEHOOF:Ifyoubungle,HandyAndy,I’llkickyourfootballforyou.
BLOOM:NottolacethewrongeyeletasIdidthenightofthebazaardance.Badluck.Hookinwrongtacheofher...personyoumentioned.Thatnightshemet...Now!
(Heknotsthelace.Bellaplacesherfootonthefloor.Bloomraiseshishead.Herheavyface,hereyesstrikehiminmidbrow.Hiseyesgrowdull,darkerandpouched,hisnosethickens.)
BLOOM:(Mumbles.)Awaitingyourfurtherordersweremain,gentlemen,...
BELLO:(Withahardbasiliskstare,inabaritonevoice.)Houndofdishonour!
BLOOM:(Infatuated.)Empress!
BELLO:(Hisheavycheekchopssagging.)Adoreroftheadulterousrump!
BLOOM:(Plaintively.)Hugeness!
BELLO:Dungdevourer!
BLOOM:(Withsinewssemiflexed.)Magmagnificence!
BELLO:Down!(Hetapsherontheshoulderwithhisfan.)Inclinefeetforward!Slideleftfootonepaceback!Youwillfall.Youarefalling.Onthehandsdown!
BLOOM:(Hereyesupturnedinthesignofadmiration,closing,yaps.