(She crosses the threshold.  He hesitates.  She turns and, holding out her
hands, draws him over.  He hops.  On the antlered rack of the hall hang A
man ’S hat and waterproof.  Bloom uncovers himself but, seeing them,
frowns, then smiles, preoccupied. A door on the return landing is flung
open.  A man in purple shirt and grey trousers, BROWNSOCKED, passes with
an APE’S gait, his bald head and goatee beard upheld, hugging A full
WATERJUGJAR, his TWOTAILED black braces dangling at heels.  Averting his
face quickly bloom bends to examine on the HALLTABLE the Spaniel eyes of
A running fox:  Then, his lifted head sniffing, follows Zoe into the
musicroom.  A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light of the chandelier. 
Round and round A moth flies, colliding, escaping.  The floor is covered
with an oilcloth mosaic of Jade and azure and cinnabar RHOMBOIDS. 
FOOTMARKS are stamped over it in all senses, heel to heel, heel to
hollow, toe to toe, feet locked, A Morris of shuffling feet without body
phantoms, all in A scrimmage HIGGLEDYPIGGLEDY.  The walls are tapestried
with A paper of YEWFRONDS and clear Glades.  In the grate is spread A
screen of Peacock feathers.  Lynch squats crosslegged on the hearthrug of
matted hair, his cap back to the front.  With A wand he beats time slowly. 
Kitty Ricketts, A bony pallid whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves
rolled back from A coral wristlet, A chain purse in her hand,