- And the juice?
- What of the juice? - It ran down, of course, down my chin, onto the page of Ulysses.
- And the flies?
- They buzz, buzzed. Around, in the Southern-summer-sun.
- And the girl, what of the girl?
- Like a peach.
- Soft? Furred?
- Rather, I took her to Dublin, to Dublin I took her.
- Oh, oh, oh -
| O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag— | |
| It’s so elegant | |
| So intelligent |
- Oh, you, always - always - quoting; quoth I.
They took to their heels, replaced their fedoras and ran - canes high!
