Ulysses
face) Here wet the deck and wipe it round!
A BIDDER: A florin.
(Dillon’s lacquey rings his handbell.)
THE LACQUEY: Barang!
A VOICE: One and eightpence too much.
CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Must be virgin. Good
breath. Clean.
BELLO: (Gives a rap with his gavel) Two bar. Rockbot-
tom figure and cheap at the price. Fourteen hands high.
Touch and examine his points. Handle him. This downy
skin, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. If I had only my
gold piercer here! And quite easy to milk. Three newlaid
gallons a day. A pure stockgetter, due to lay within the hour.
His sire’s milk record was a thousand gallons of whole milk
in forty weeks. Whoa my jewel! Beg up! Whoa! (He brands
his initial C on Bloom’s croup) So! Warranted Cohen! What
advance on two bob, gentlemen?
A DARKVISAGED MAN: (In disguised accent) Hoondert
punt sterlink.
VOICES: (Subdued) For the Caliph. Haroun Al Raschid.
BELLO: (Gaily) Right. Let them all come. The scanty,
daringly short skirt, riding up at the knee to show a peep of
white pantalette, is a potent weapon and transparent stock-
ings, emeraldgartered, with the long straight seam trailing
up beyond the knee, appeal to the better instincts of the bla-
sé man about town. Learn the smooth mincing walk on four
inch Louis Quinze heels, the Grecian bend with provoking
croup, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. Bring
all your powers of fascination to bear on them. Pander to