Улисс
Chapter 12
Youreyesareasvapidastheglasseyesofyourstuffedfox.Theyhavethedimensionsofyourotherfeatures,that’sall.I’mnotatriplescrewpropeller.
BELLA:(Contemptuously.)You’renotgame,infact.(Hersowcuntbarks.)Fbhracht!
BLOOM:(Contemptuously.)Cleanyournaillessmiddlefingerfirst,yourbully’scoldspunkisdrippingfromyourcockscomb.Takeahandfulofhayandwipeyourself.
BELLA:Iknowyou,canvasser!Deadcod!
BLOOM:Isawhim,kipkeeper!Poxandgleetvendor!
BELLA:(Turnstothepiano.)WhichofyouwasplayingthedeadmarchfromSaul?
ZOE:Me.Mindyourcornflowers.(Shedartstothepianoandbangschordsonitwithcrossedarms.)Thecat’sramblethroughtheslag.(Sheglancesback.)Eh?Who’smakinglovetomysweeties?(Shedartsbacktothetable.)What’syoursismineandwhat’smineismyown.
(Kitty,disconcerted,coatsherteethwiththesilverpaper.BloomapproachesZoe.)
BLOOM:(Gently.)Givemebackthatpotato,willyou?
ZOE:Forfeits,afinethingandasuperfinething.
BLOOM:(Withfeeling.)Itisnothing,butstill,arelicofpoormamma.
ZOE:
Giveathingandtakeitback
God’llaskyouwhereisthat
You’llsayyoudon’tknow
God’llsendyoudownbelow.
BLOOM:Thereisamemoryattachedtoit.Ishouldliketohaveit.
STEPHEN:Tohaveornottohavethatisthequestion.
ZOE:Here.(Shehaulsupareefofherslip,revealingherbarethigh,andunrollsthepotatofromthetopofherstocking.)Thosethathidesknowswheretofind.
BELLA:(Frowns.)Here.Thisisn’tamusicalpeepshow.Anddon’tyousmashthatpiano.