Dagsluiting – In Flanders Fields

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Bloom’s acts?
He deposited the articles of clothing on a chair, removed his
remaining articles of clothing, took from beneath the bolster at the
head of the bed a folded long white nightshirt, inserted his head and
arms into the proper apertures of the nightshirt, removed a pillow
from the head to the foot of the bed, prepared the bedlinen
accordingly and entered the bed.

How?
With circumspection, as invariably when entering an abode (his own or
not his own): with solicitude, the snakespiral springs of the mattress
being old, the brass quoits and pendent viper radii loose and
tremulous under stress and strain: prudently, as entering a lair or
ambush of lust or adders: lightly, the less to disturb: reverently,
the bed of conception and of birth, of consummation of marriage and of
breach of marriage, of sleep and of death.

What did his limbs, when gradually extended, encounter?
New clean bedlinen, additional odours, the presence of a human form,
female, hers, the imprint of a human form, male, not his, some crumbs,
some flakes of potted meat, recooked, which he removed.

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Then?
He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each
plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure
prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.