Zoe:  (Her head perched aside in mock pride) Is that the way to hand the
pot to a lady? (She stretches up to light the cigarette over the flame,
twirling it slowly, showing the brown Tufts of her armpits.  Lynch with
his poker lifts boldly A side of her slip.  Bare from her garters up her
flesh appears under the sapphire A NIXIE’S green.  She puffs calmly at her
cigarette.) Can you see the beautyspot of my behind?

Lynch:  I’m not looking

Zoe:  (Makes sheep’s eyes) No?  You wouldn’t do a less thing.  Would you suck a lemon?

(Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at bloom, then
twists round towards him, pulling her slip free of the poker.  Blue fluid
again flows over her flesh.  Bloom stands, smiling desirously, twirling
his thumbs.  Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her spittle and,
gazing in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.  Lipoti Virag,
BASILICOGRAMMATE, Chutes rapidly down through the chimneyflue and struts
two steps to the left on gawky pink Stilts.  He is SAUSAGED into several
overcoats and wears A brown macintosh under which he holds A roll of
parchment.  In his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O’CONNOR
Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell.  On his head is perched an Egyptian PSHENT. 
Two quills project over his ears.)

Virag:  (Heels together, bows) My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely.  (He coughs thoughtfully, drily) Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh?  Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee.  The injection mark on the thigh I hope you perceived?  Good.