-5.01- Le tre odiesse- Ulysses

James Joyce

BLOOM: Rosemary also did I understand you to say
or willpower over parasitic tissues. Then nay no I have an
inkling. The touch of a deadhand cures. Mnemo?


VIRAG: (Excitedly) I say so. I say so. E’en so. Technic.
(He taps his parchmentroll energetically) This book tells you
how to act with all descriptive particulars. Consult index
for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic
pulsatilla. Virag is going to talk about amputation. Our old
friend caustic. They must be starved. Snip off with
horsehair under the denned neck. But, to change the
venue to the Bulgar and the Basque, have you made up
your mind whether you like or dislike women in male
habiliments? (With a dry snigger) You intended to devote
an entire year to the study of the religious problem and
the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win
that million. Pomegranate! From the sublime to the
ridiculous is but a step. Pyjamas, let us say? Or stockingette
gussetted knickers, closed? Or, put we the case, those
complicated combinations, camiknickers? (He crows
derisively) Keekeereekee!