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           )Sacrilege!Toattemptmyvirtue!(Alargemoiststainappearsonherrobe.)Sullymyinnocence!Youarenotfittotouchthegarmentofapurewoman.(Sheclutchesagaininherrobe.)Wait.Satan,you’llsingnomorelovesongs.Amen.Amen.Amen.Amen.(Shedrawsaponiardand,cladinthesheathmailofanelectedknightofnine,strikesathisloins.)Nekum!

           BLOOM:(Startsup,seizesherhand.)Hoy!Nebrakada!Cato’ninelives!Fairplay,madam.Nopruningknife.Thefoxandthegrapes,isit?Whatdoyoulackwithyourbarbedwire?Crucifixnotthickenough?(Heclutchesherveil.)AholyabbotyouwantorBrophy,thelamegardener,orthespoutlessstatueofthewatercarrier,orgoodmotherAlphonsus,ehReynard?

           THENYMPH:(Withacryfleesfromhimunveiled,herplastercastcracking,acloudofstenchescapingfromthecracks.)Poli...!

           BLOOM:(Callsafterher.)Asifyoudidn’tgetitonthedoubleyourselves.Nojerksandmultiplemucositiesalloveryou.Itriedit.Yourstrengthourweakness.What’sourstudfee?Whatwillyoupayonthenail?YoufeemendancersontheRiviera,Iread.(Thefleeingnymphraisesakeen.)Eh?Ihavesixteenyearsofblackslavelabourbehindme.Andwouldajurygivemefiveshillingsalimonytomorrow,eh?Foolsomeoneelse,notme.(Hesniffs.)Rut.Onions.Stale.Sulphur.Grease.

           (ThefigureofBellaCohenstandsbeforehim.)

           BELLA:You’llknowmethenexttime.

           BLOOM:(Composed,regardsher.)Passée.Muttondressedaslamb.Longinthetoothandsuperfluoushair.Arawonionthelastthingatnightwouldbenefityourcomplexion.Andtakesomedoublechindrill.