the nymph
(Coyly through parting fingers.) There! In the open air?
the yews
(Sweeping downward.) Sister, yes. And on our virgin sward.
the waterfall
Poulaphouca Poulaphouca
Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca
the nymph
(With wide fingers.) O! Infamy!
bloom
I was precocious. Youth. The fauns. I sacrificed to the god of the forest. The flowers that bloom in the spring. It was pairing time. Capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon. Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I saw at her night toilette trough illclosed curtains, with poor papa's operaglasses. The wanton ate grass wildly. She rolled downhill at Rialto Bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits. She climbed their crooked tree and I… A saint couldn't resist it. The demon possessed me. Besides, who saw?
staggering bob
Me. Me see.
bloom
Simply satisfying a need. (With pathos.) No girl would when I went girling. Too ugly. They wouldn't play…
the nannygoat
(Bleats.) Megegaggegg! Nannannanny!
bloom
(Hatless, flushed, covered with burrs of thistledown and gorsepine.) Regularly
