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There’s a good girly now. (Bello grabs her hair violently and
drags her forward) I only want to correct you for your own
good on a soft safe spot. How’s that tender behind? O, ever
so gently, pet. Begin to get ready.
BLOOM: (Fainting) Don’t tear my ...
BELLO: (Savagely) The nosering, the pliers, the bastina-
do, the hanging hook, the knout I’ll make you kiss while the
flutes play like the Nubian slave of old. You’re in for it this
time! I’ll make you remember me for the balance of your
natural life. (His forehead veins swollen, his face congested)
I shall sit on your ottoman saddleback every morning after
my thumping good breakfast of Matterson’s fat hamrash-
ers and a bottle of Guinness’s porter. (He belches) And suck
my thumping good Stock Exchange cigar while I read the
Licensed Victualler’s Gazette. Very possibly I shall have you
slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice
of you with crisp crackling from the baking tin basted
and baked like sucking pig with rice and lemon or currant
sauce. It will hurt you. (He twists her arm. Bloom squeals,
turning turtle.)
BLOOM: Don’t be cruel, nurse! Don’t!
BELLO: (Twisting) Another!
BLOOM: (Screams) O, it’s hell itself! Every nerve in my
body aches like mad!
BELLO: (Shouts) Good, by the rumping jumping gener-
al! That’s the best bit of news I heard these six weeks. Here,
don’t keep me waiting, damn you! (He slaps her face)
BLOOM: (Whimpers) You’re after hitting me. I’ll tell ...
BELLO: Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.