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of Manorhamilton. (He guffaws again) Christ, wouldn’t it
make a Siamese cat laugh?
BLOOM: (Her hands and features working) It was Gerald
converted me to be a true corsetlover when I was female im-
personator in the High School play Vice Versa. It was dear
Gerald. He got that kink, fascinated by sister’s stays. Now
dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids.
Cult of the beautiful.
BELLO: (With wicked glee) Beautiful! Give us a breather!
When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your
billowy flounces, on the smoothworn throne.
BLOOM: Science. To compare the various joys we each
enjoy. (Earnestly) And really it’s better the position ... be-
cause often I used to wet ...
BELLO: (Sternly) No insubordination! The sawdust is
there in the corner for you. I gave you strict instructions,
didn’t I? Do it standing, sir! I’ll teach you to behave like a
jinkleman! If I catch a trace on your swaddles. Aha! By the
ass of the Dorans you’ll find I’m a martinet. The sins of your
past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds.
THE SINS OF THE PAST: (In a medley of voices) He
went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least
one woman in the shadow of the Black church. Unspeak-
able messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an
address in D’Olier street while he presented himself inde-
cently to the instrument in the callbox. By word and deed
he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fe-
cal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached
to empty premises. In five public conveniences he wrote