1 Ulysses
Confessional. Penrose. Flipperty Jippert. (He wriggles)
Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope,
offers her allmoist yoni to man’s lingam. Short time after
man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat. Woman
shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. Man loves
her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the stiff one. (He cries) Co-
actus volui. Then giddy woman will run about. Strong man
grapses woman’s wrist. Woman squeals, bites, spucks. Man,
now fierce angry, strikes woman’s fat yadgana. (He chases
his tail) Piffpaff! Popo! (He stops, sneezes) Pchp! (He worries
his butt) Prrrrrht!
LYNCH: I hope you gave the good father a penance. Nine
glorias for shooting a bishop.
ZOE: (Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils) He
couldn’t get a connection. Only, you know, sensation. A dry
rush.
BLOOM: Poor man!
ZOE: (Lightly) Only for what happened him.
BLOOM: How?
VIRAG: (A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting
his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. He lifts a moon-
calf nozzle and howls.) Verfluchte Goim! He had a father,
forty fathers. He never existed. Pig God! He had two left
feet. He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch, the pope’s bas-
tard. (He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid,
his eye agonising in his flat skullneck and yelps over the mute
world) A son of a whore. Apocalypse.
KITTY: And Mary Shortall that was in the lock with
the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had