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There’s someone in the house with Dina
There’s someone in the house, I know,
There’s someone in the house with Dina
Playing on the old banjo.(They whisk black masks from raw babby faces: then,
chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they diddle did-
dle cakewalk dance away.)
BLOOM: (With a sour tenderish smile) A little frivol,
shall we, if you are so inclined? Would you like me perhaps
to embrace you just for a fraction of a second?
MRS BREEN: (Screams gaily) O, you ruck! You ought to
see yourself!
BLOOM: For old sake’ sake. I only meant a square party,
a mixed marriage mingling of our different little conjugials.
You know I had a soft corner for you. (Gloomily) ‘Twas I sent
you that valentine of the dear gazelle.
MRS BREEN: Glory Alice, you do look a holy show! Kill-
ing simply. (She puts out her hand inquisitively) What are
you hiding behind your back? Tell us, there’s a dear.
BLOOM: (Seizes her wrist with his free hand) Josie Powell
that was, prettiest deb in Dublin. How time flies by! Do you
remember, harking back in a retrospective arrangement,
Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson’s housewarming
while they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the
pin blindfold and thoughtreading? Subject, what is in this
snuffbox?
MRS BREEN: You were the lion of the night with your
seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. You were al-