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streaked by sunlight, with dignity) This position. I felt it was
expected of me. Force of habit.
THE NYMPH: Mortal! You found me in evil company,
highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular gener-
als, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the nifty shimmy
dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical act, the hit of the
century. I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt of
rock oil. I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen,
stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, tr-
uedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear
a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. Useful
hints to the married.
BLOOM: (Lifts a turtle head towards her lap) We have
met before. On another star.
THE NYMPH: (Sadly) Rubber goods. Neverrip brand
as supplied to the aristocracy. Corsets for men. I cure fits
or money refunded. Unsolicited testimonials for Professor
Waldmann’s wonderful chest exuber. My bust developed
four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with
photo.
BLOOM: You mean Photo Bits?
THE NYMPH: I do. You bore me away, framed me in oak
and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. Unseen, one
summer eve, you kissed me in four places. And with loving
pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame.
BLOOM: (Humbly kisses her long hair) Your classic
curves, beautiful immortal, I was glad to look on you, to
praise you, a thing of beauty, almost to pray.
THE NYMPH: During dark nights I heard your praise.