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Chapter 12
(ThroughsilversilentsummerairthedummyofBloom,rolledinamummy,rollsroteatinglyfromtheLion’sHeadcliffintothepurplewaitingwaters.)
THEDUMMYMUMMY:Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!
(FaroutinthebaybetweenBaileyandKishlightstheErin’sKingsails,sendingabroadeningplumeofcoalsmokefromherfunneltowardstheland.)
COUNCILLORNANNETTI:(Aloneondeck,indarkalpaca,yellowkitefaced,hishandinhiswaistcoatopening,declaims.)Whenmycountrytakesherplaceamongthenationsoftheearth,then,andnottillthen,letmyepitaphbewritten.Ihave...
BLOOM:Done.Prff!
THENYMPH:(Loftily.)Weimmortals,asyousawtoday,havenotsuchaplaceandnohairthereeither.Wearestonecoldandpure.Weeatelectriclight.(Shearchesherbodyinlasciviouscrispation,placingherforefingerinhermouth.)Spoketome.Heardfrombehind.Howthencouldyou...?
BLOOM:(Pawingtheheatherabjectly.)O,Ihavebeenaperfectpig.EnemastooIhaveadministered.Onethirdofapintofquassiatowhichaddatablespoonfulofrocksalt.Upthefundament.WithHamiltonLong’ssyringe,theladies’friend.
THENYMPH:Inmypresence.Thepowderpuff.(Sheblushesandmakesaknee.)Andtherest!
BLOOM:(Dejected.)Yes.Peccavi!Ihavepaidhomageonthatlivingaltarwherethebackchangesname.(Withsuddenfervour.)Forwhyshouldthedaintyscentedjewelledhand,thehandthatrules...?
(Figureswindserpentinginslowwoodlandpatternaroundthetreestems,cooeeing.)
THEVOICEOFKITTY:(Inthethicket.)Showusoneofthemcushions.
THEVOICEOFFLORRY:Here.