Molly is silhouetted here; as in the other images so far, we see her in fragments, eyes, back, shoulders, arms, hands. Bloom is silent as the narrator has completely taken over. She is soft, fragrant, sensuous; the image of her hand pouring the tea dominates the page, and recalls the scent of cedar and thyme in Calypso’s cave, an allusion to The Odyssey. Tucked into the corner is the letter half-concealed under the pillow. Our eyes can’t help but be drawn to it by the line created by the pouring tea, and even though it is the narrator directing our attention to it, I wonder if Bloom’s eyes can’t help but be drawn to it either.