04:045;0000@@@@@| 04:045;0001[' ]| Mr*Leopold*Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and 04:045;0002[' ]| fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, 04:045;0003[' ]| liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked 04:045;0004[' ]| grilled mutton kidneys which$6#1$ gave to$4$ his palate a fine tang of faintly scented 04:045;0005[' ]| urine. 04:045;0006[' ]| Kidneys were in$4$ his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, 04:045;0007[' ]| righting her breakfast things on$4$ the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in$4$ 04:045;0008[' ]| the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him 04:045;0009[' ]| feel a bit peckish. 04:045;0010[' ]| The coals were reddening. 04:045;0011@c | Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She did not like$1$ 04:045;0012@c | her plate full. Right. 04:045;0012[' ]| He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob 04:045;0013[' ]| and set it sideways on$4$ the fire. It sat there, dull and squat, its spout stuck 04:045;0014[' ]| out. 04:045;0014@c | Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. 04:045;0015[' ]| The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on$4$ high. 04:045;0016[Y ]| ~~ Mkgnao! 04:045;0017[C ]| ~~ O, there you are, 04:045;0017[' ]| Mr*Bloom said, turning from the fire. 04:045;0018[' ]| The cat mewed in$4$ answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the 04:045;0019[' ]| table, mewing. 04:045;0019@c | Just how she stalks over my writingtable. 04:045;0019[Y ]| Prr. 04:045;0019@c | Scratch my 04:045;0019@c | head. 04:045;0020[Y ]| Prr. 04:045;0021[' ]| Mr*Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. 04:045;0021@c | Clean to$9$ 04:045;0022@c | see: the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, 04:045;0023@c | the green flashing eyes. 04:045;0023[' ]| He bent down to$4$ her, his hands on$4$ his knees. 04:045;0024[C ]| ~~ Milk for$4$ the pussens, 04:045;0024[' ]| he said. 04:045;0025[Y ]| ~~ Mrkgnao! 04:045;0025[' ]| the cat cried. 04:045;0026@c | They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we 04:045;0027@c | understand them. She understands all she wants to$9$. Vindictive too. Cruel. 04:045;0028@c | Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to$9$ like$1$ it. Wonder what I look 04:045;0029@c | like$4$ to$4$ her. Height of a tower? No$7$, she can jump me. 04:045;0030[C ]| ~~ Afraid of the chickens she is, 04:045;0030[' ]| he said mockingly. 04:045;0030[C ]| Afraid of the 04:045;0031[C ]| chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens. 04:045;0032[Y ]| ~~ Mrkrgnao! 04:045;0032[' ]| the cat said loudly. 04:045;0033[' ]| She blinked up$5$ out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively 04:045;0034[' ]| and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits 04:045;0035[' ]| narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to$4$ the 04:046;0036[' ]| dresser, took the jug Hanlon's milkman had just filled for$4$ him, poured 04:046;0037[' ]| warmbubbled milk on$4$ a saucer and set it slowly on$4$ the floor. 04:046;0038[Y ]| ~~ Gurrhr! 04:046;0038[' ]| she cried, running to$9$ lap. 04:046;0039[' ]| He watched the bristles shining wirily in$4$ the weak light as she tipped 04:046;0040[' ]| three times and licked lightly. 04:046;0040@c | Wonder is it true if you clip them they can not 04:046;0041@c | mouse after. Why? They shine in$4$ the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or kind of 04:046;0042@c | feelers in$4$ the dark, perhaps. 04:046;0043[' ]| He listened to$4$ her licking lap. 04:046;0043@c | Ham and eggs, no$7$. No$2$ good eggs with 04:046;0044@c | this drouth. Want pure fresh water. Thursday: not a good day either for$4$ a 04:046;0045@c | mutton kidney at Buckley's. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better a 04:046;0046@c | pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. 04:046;0046[' ]| She lapped slower, 04:046;0047[' ]| then licking the saucer clean. 04:046;0047@c | Why are their tongues so$5#1$ rough? To$9$ lap 04:046;0048@c | better, all porous holes. Nothing she can eat? 04:046;0048[' ]| He glanced round him. 04:046;0048@c | No$7$. 04:046;0049[' ]| On$4$ quietly creaky boots he went up$4$ the staircase to$4$ the hall, paused 04:046;0050[' ]| by$4$ the bedroom door. 04:046;0050@c | She might like$1$ something tasty. Thin bread and 04:046;0051@c | butter she likes in$4$ the morning. Still perhaps: once in$4$ a way. 04:046;0052[' ]| He said softly in$4$ the bare hall: 04:046;0053[C ]| ~~ I am going round the corner. Be back in$4$ a minute. 04:046;0054[' ]| And when he had heard his voice say it he added: 04:046;0055[C ]| ~~ You do not want anything for$4$ breakfast? 04:046;0056[' ]| A sleepy soft grunt answered: 04:046;0057[A ]| ~~ Mn. 04:046;0058[' ]| No$7$. She did not want anything. 04:046;0058[' ]| He heard then a warm heavy sigh, 04:046;0059[' ]| softer, as she turned over and the loose brass quoits of the bedstead jingled. 04:046;0060@c | Must get those settled really. Pity. All the way from Gibraltar. Forgotten 04:046;0061@c | any little Spanish she knew. Wonder what her father gave for$4$ it. Old style. 04:046;0062@c | Ah yes! of course. Bought it at the governor's auction. Got a short knock. 04:046;0063@c | Hard as nails at a bargain, old Tweedy. 04:046;0064[Z ]| Yes, sir. At Plevna that$6#2$ was. I rose 04:046;0064[Z ]| from the ranks, sir, and I am proud of it. 04:046;0064@c | Still he had brains enough to$9$ make 04:046;0065@c | that$6#2$ corner in$4$ stamps. Now that$6#2$ was farseeing. 04:046;0066[' ]| His hand took his hat from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat 04:046;0067[' ]| and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. 04:046;0067@c | Stamps: stickyback 04:046;0068@c | pictures. Daresay lots of officers are in$4$ the swim too. Course they do. 04:046;0068[' ]| The 04:046;0069[' ]| sweated legend in$4$ the crown of his hat told him mutely: 04:046;0070[Z ]| Plasto's high grade 04:046;0070[Z ]| ha. 04:046;0070[' ]| He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. 04:046;0070@c | White slip of paper. 04:046;0071@c | Quite safe. 04:046;0072[' ]| On$4$ the doorstep he felt in$4$ his hip pocket for$4$ the latchkey. 04:046;0072@c | Not there. 04:046;0073@c | In$4$ the trousers I left off. Must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe. No$2$ 04:046;0074@c | use disturbing her. She turned over sleepily that$6#2$ time. 04:046;0074[' ]| He pulled the 04:046;0075[' ]| halldoor to$5$ after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over 04:046;0076[' ]| the threshold, a limp lid. 04:046;0075@c | Looked shut. All right till I come back anyhow. 04:046;0077[' ]| He crossed to$4$ the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number 04:046;0078[' ]| seventyfive. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. 04:046;0078@c | Be a warm 04:046;0079@c | day I fancy. Specially in$4$ these black clothes feel it more. Black conducts, 04:046;0080@c | reflects, (refracts is it?), the heat. But I could not go in$4$ that$6#2$ light suit. Make a 04:047;0081@c | picnic of it. 04:047;0081[' ]| His eyelids sank quietly often as he walked in$4$ happy warmth. 04:047;0082@c | Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our daily but she prefers 04:047;0083@c | yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Makes you feel young. 04:047;0084@c | Somewhere in$4$ the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in$4$ 04:047;0085@c | front of the sun, steal a day's march on$4$ him. Keep it up$5$ for*ever never grow 04:047;0086@c | a day older technically. Walk along a strand, strange land, come to$4$ a city 04:047;0087@c | gate, sentry there, old ranker too, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on$4$ 04:047;0088@c | a long kind of a spear. Wander through awned streets. Turbaned faces 04:047;0089@c | going by$5$. Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible, seated 04:047;0090@c | crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe. Cries of sellers in$4$ the streets. Drink 04:047;0091@c | water scented with fennel, sherbet. Dander along all day. Might meet a 04:047;0092@c | robber or two. Well, meet him. Getting on$5$ to$4$ sundown. The shadows of the 04:047;0093@c | mosques among the pillars: priest with a scroll rolled up$5$. A shiver of the 04:047;0094@c | trees, signal, the evening wind. I pass on$5$. Fading gold sky. A mother 04:047;0095@c | watches me from her doorway. She calls her children home in$4$ their dark 04:047;0096@c | language. High wall: beyond strings twanged. Night sky, moon, violet, 04:047;0097@c | colour of Molly's new garters. Strings. Listen. A girl playing one of those 04:047;0098@c | instruments what do you call them: dulcimers. I pass. 04:047;0099@c | Probably not a bit like$4$ it really. Kind of stuff you read: in*the*track*of*the*sun. 04:047;0100@c | Sunburst on$4$ the titlepage. 04:047;0100[' ]| He smiled, pleasing himself. 04:047;0100@c | What 04:047;0101@c | Arthur*Griffith said about the headpiece over the \Freeman\ leader: a 04:047;0102@c | homerule sun rising up$5$ in$4$ the northwest from the laneway behind the bank*of*Ireland. 04:047;0103@c | 04:047;0103[' ]| He prolonged his pleased smile. 04:047;0103@c | Ikey touch that$6#2$: homerule sun 04:047;0104@c | rising up$5$ in$4$ the northwest. 04:047;0105[' ]| He approached Larry*O'Rourke's. From the cellar grating floated up$4$ 04:047;0106[' ]| the flabby gush of porter. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out 04:047;0107[' ]| whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. 04:047;0107@c | Good house, however: just the end 04:047;0108@c | of the city traffic. For$4$ instance M^'Auley is down there: n%_g% as position. Of 04:047;0109@c | course if they ran a tramline along the North*Circular from the 04:047;0110@c | cattlemarket to$4$ the quays value would go up$5$ like$4$ a shot. 04:047;0111@c | Baldhead over the blind. Cute old codger. No$2$ use canvassing him for$4$ 04:047;0112@c | an ad. Still he knows his own business best. There he is, sure enough, my 04:047;0113@c | bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in$4$ his shirtsleeves watching the 04:047;0114@c | aproned curate swab up$5$ with mop and bucket. Simon*Dedalus takes him 04:047;0115@c | off to$4$ a tee with his eyes screwed up$5$. 04:047;0117[Z ]| Do you know what I am going to$9$ tell 04:047;0116[Z ]| you? What is that$6#2$, Mr*O'Rourke? Do you know what? The Russians, 04:047;0117[Z ]| they would only be an eight o'clock breakfast for$4$ the Japanese. 04:047;0118@c | Stop and say a word: about the funeral perhaps. Sad thing about 04:047;0119@c | poor Dignam, Mr*O'Rourke. 04:047;0120[' ]| Turning into Dorset*street he said freshly in$4$ greeting through the 04:047;0121[' ]| doorway: 04:047;0122[C ]| ~~ Good day, Mr*O'Rourke. 04:047;0123[V ]| ~~ Good day to$4$ you. 04:047;0124[C ]| ~~ Lovely weather, sir. 04:047;0125[V ]| ~~ It is all that$6#2$. 04:048;0126@c | Where do they get the money? Coming up$5$ redheaded curates from 04:048;0127@c | the county*Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in$4$ the cellar. Then, lo and 04:048;0128@c | behold, they blossom out as Adam*Findlaters or Dan*Tallons. Then think of 04:048;0129@c | the competition. General thirst. Good puzzle would be cross Dublin 04:048;0130@c | without passing a pub. Save it they can not. Off the drunks perhaps. Put down 04:048;0131@c | three and carry five. What is that$6#2$, a bob here and there, dribs and drabs. 04:048;0132@c | On$4$ the wholesale orders perhaps. Doing a double shuffle with the town 04:048;0133@c | travellers. Square it you with the boss and we will$1$ split the job, see? 04:048;0134@c | How much would that$6#2$ tot to$4$ off the porter in$4$ the month? Say ten 04:048;0135@c | barrels of stuff. Say he got ten per cent off. O more. Fifteen. 04:048;0135[' ]| He passed 04:048;0136[' ]| Saint*Joseph's*National*school. 04:048;0136@c | Brats' clamour. Windows open. Fresh air 04:048;0137@c | helps memory. Or a lilt. 04:048;0138[Y ]| Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee 04:048;0138[Y ]| doubleyou. 04:048;0138@c | Boys are they? Yes. Inishturk. Inishark. Inishboffin. At their 04:048;0139@c | joggerfry. Mine. Slieve Bloom. 04:048;0140[' ]| He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the hanks of sausages, 04:048;0141[' ]| polonies, black and white. 04:048;0141@c | Fifteen multiplied by$4$. 04:048;0141[' ]| The figures whitened in$4$ his 04:048;0142[' ]| mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. The shiny links, packed with 04:048;0143[' ]| forcemeat, fed his gaze and he breathed in$5$ tranquilly the lukewarm breath 04:048;0144[' ]| of cooked spicy pigs' blood. 04:048;0145[' ]| A kidney oozed bloodgouts on$4$ the willowpatterned dish: the last. He 04:048;0146[' ]| stood by$4$ the nextdoor girl at the counter. 04:048;0146@c | Would she buy it too, calling the 04:048;0147@c | items from a slip in$4$ her hand? Chapped: washingsoda. 04:048;0147[XX ]| And a pound and a 04:048;0148[XX ]| half of Denny's sausages. 04:048;0148[' ]| His eyes rested on$4$ her vigorous hips. 04:048;0148@c | Woods his 04:048;0149@c | name is. Wonder what he does. Wife is oldish. New blood. No$2$ followers 04:048;0150@c | allowed. Strong pair of arms. Whacking a carpet on$4$ the clothesline. She 04:048;0151@c | does whack it, by$4$ George. The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack. 04:048;0152[' ]| The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off 04:048;0153[' ]| with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. 04:048;0153@c | Sound meat there: like$4$ a stallfed heifer. 04:048;0154[' ]| He took a page up$5$ from the pile of cut sheets: 04:048;0154[XX ]| the model farm at 04:048;0155[XX ]| Kinnereth on$4$ the lakeshore of Tiberias. 04:048;0155@c | Can become ideal winter 04:048;0156@c | sanatorium. Moses*Montefiore. I thought he was. Farmhouse, wall round it, 04:048;0157@c | blurred cattle cropping. 04:048;0157[' ]| He held the page from him: 04:048;0157@c | interesting: 04:048;0157[' ]| read it 04:048;0158[' ]| nearer, the title, the blurred cropping cattle, the page rustling. 04:048;0158@c | A young 04:048;0159@c | white heifer. Those mornings in$4$ the cattlemarket, the beasts lowing in$4$ their 04:048;0160@c | pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in$4$ hobnailed boots 04:048;0161@c | trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on$4$ a ripemeated hindquarter, 04:048;0162@c | there is a prime one, unpeeled switches in$4$ their hands. 04:048;0162[' ]| He held the page 04:048;0163[' ]| aslant patiently, bending his senses and his will$0$, his soft subject gaze at rest. 04:048;0164@c | The crooked skirt swinging, whack by$4$ whack by$4$ whack. 04:048;0165[' ]| The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile, wrapped up$5$ her 04:048;0166[' ]| prime sausages and made a red grimace. 04:048;0167[V ]| ~~ Now, my miss, 04:048;0167[' ]| he said. 04:048;0168[' ]| She tendered a coin, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out. 04:048;0169[V ]| ~~ Thank you, my miss. And one shilling threepence change. For$4$ you, 04:048;0170[V ]| please? 04:049;0171[' ]| Mr*Bloom pointed quickly. 04:049;0171@c | To$9$ catch up$5$ and walk behind her if she 04:049;0172@c | went slowly, behind her moving hams. Pleasant to$9$ see first thing in$4$ the 04:049;0173@c | morning. Hurry up$5$, damn it. Make hay while the sun shines. 04:049;0173[' ]| She stood 04:049;0174[' ]| outside the shop in$4$ sunlight and sauntered lazily to$4$ the right. He sighed 04:049;0175[' ]| down his nose: 04:049;0175@c | they never understand. 04:049;0175@c | Sodachapped hands. Crusted 04:049;0176@c | toenails too. Brown scapulars in$4$ tatters, defending her both ways. 04:049;0176[' ]| The sting 04:049;0177[' ]| of disregard glowed to$4$ weak pleasure within his breast. 04:049;0177@c | For$4$ another: a 04:049;0178@c | constable off duty cuddling her in$4$ Eccles*lane. They like$1$ them sizeable. 04:049;0179@c | Prime sausage. O please, Mr*Policeman, I am lost in$4$ the wood. 04:049;0180[V ]| ~~ Threepence, please. 04:049;0181[' ]| His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. 04:049;0182[' ]| Then it fetched up$5$ three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on$4$ 04:049;0183[' ]| the rubber prickles. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by$4$ 04:049;0184[' ]| disc, into the till. 04:049;0185[V ]| ~~ Thank you, sir. Another time. 04:049;0186[' ]| A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. He withdrew his 04:049;0187[' ]| gaze after an instant. 04:049;0187@c | No$7$: better not: another time. 04:049;0188[C ]| ~~ Good morning, 04:049;0188[' ]| he said, moving away. 04:049;0189[V ]| ~~ Good morning, sir. 04:049;0190@c | No$2$ sign. Gone. What matter? 04:049;0191[' ]| He walked back along Dorset*street, reading gravely. 04:049;0191[Z ]| Agendath 04:049;0192[Z ]| Netaim: planters' company. To$9$ purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish 04:049;0193[Z ]| government and plant with eucalyptus trees. Excellent for$4$ shade, fuel and 04:049;0194[Z ]| construction. Orangegroves and immense melonfields north of Jaffa. 04:049;0194@c | You 04:049;0195@c | pay eighty marks and they plant a dunam of land for$4$ you with olives, 04:049;0196@c | oranges, almonds or citrons. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial 04:049;0197@c | irrigation. Every year you get a sending of the crop. Your name entered for$4$ 04:049;0198@c | life as owner in$4$ the book of the union. Can pay ten down and the balance in$4$ 04:049;0199@c | yearly instalments. 04:049;0199[Z ]| Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. 04:049;0200@c | Nothing doing. Still an idea behind it. 04:049;0201[' ]| He looked at the cattle, blurred in$4$ silver heat. 04:049;0201@c | Silverpowdered 04:049;0202@c | olivetrees. Quiet long days: pruning, ripening. Olives are packed in$4$ jars, 04:049;0203@c | eh? I have a few left from Andrews. Molly spitting them out. Knows the 04:049;0204@c | taste of them now. Oranges in$4$ tissue paper packed in$4$ crates. Citrons too. 04:049;0205@c | Wonder is poor Citron still in$4$ Saint*Kevin's*parade. And Mastiansky with 04:049;0206@c | the old cither. Pleasant evenings we had then. Molly in$4$ Citron's 04:049;0207@c | basketchair. Nice to$9$ hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in$4$ the hand, lift it to$4$ the 04:049;0208@c | nostrils and smell the perfume. Like$4$ that$6#2$, heavy, sweet, wild perfume. 04:049;0209@c | Always the same, year after year. They fetched high prices too, Moisel told 04:049;0210@c | me. Arbutus*place: Pleasants*street: pleasant old times. Must be without a 04:049;0211@c | flaw, he said. Coming all that$6#2$ way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the 04:049;0212@c | Levant. Crates lined up$5$ on$4$ the quayside at Jaffa, chap ticking them off in$4$ a 04:049;0213@c | book, navvies handling them barefoot in$4$ soiled dungarees. There is 04:049;0214@c | whatdoyoucallhim out of. How do you? Does not see. Chap you know just 04:049;0215@c | to$9$ salute bit of a bore. His back is like$4$ that$6#2$ Norwegian captain's. Wonder if 04:050;0216@c | I will$1$ meet him today. Watering cart. To$9$ provoke the rain. On$4$ earth as it is in$4$ 04:050;0217@c | heaven. 04:050;0218[' ]| A cloud began to$9$ cover the sun slowly, wholly. 04:050;0218@c | Grey. Far. 04:050;0219@c | No$7$, not like$4$ that$6#2$. A barren land, bare waste. Vulcanic lake, the dead 04:050;0220@c | sea: no$2$ fish, weedless, sunk deep in$4$ the earth. No$2$ wind could lift those 04:050;0221@c | waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Brimstone they called it raining 04:050;0222@c | down: the cities of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. All dead names. A 04:050;0223@c | dead sea in$4$ a dead land, grey and old. Old now. It bore the oldest, the first 04:050;0224@c | race. 04:050;0224[' ]| A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a naggin bottle by$4$ the 04:050;0225[' ]| neck. 04:050;0225@c | The oldest people. Wandered far away over all the earth, captivity to$4$ 04:050;0226@c | captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. It lay there now. Now 04:050;0227@c | it could bear no$2$ more. Dead: an old woman's: the grey sunken cunt of the 04:050;0228@c | world. 04:050;0229@c | Desolation. 04:050;0230[' ]| Grey horror seared his flesh. Folding the page into his pocket he 04:050;0231[' ]| turned into Eccles*street, hurrying homeward. Cold oils slid along his veins, 04:050;0232[' ]| chilling his blood: age crusting him with a salt cloak. 04:050;0232@c | Well, I am here now. 04:050;0233@c | Yes, I am here now. Morning mouth bad images. Got up$5$ wrong side of the 04:050;0234@c | bed. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises. On$4$ the hands down. 04:050;0235@c | Blotchy brown brick houses. Number eighty still unlet. Why is that$6#2$? 04:050;0236@c | Valuation is only twentyeight. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: 04:050;0237@c | parlour windows plastered with bills. Plasters on$4$ a sore eye. To$9$ smell the 04:050;0238@c | gentle smoke of tea, fume of the pan, sizzling butter. Be near her ample 04:050;0239@c | bedwarmed flesh. Yes, yes. 04:050;0240[' ]| Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley*road, swiftly, in$4$ 04:050;0241[' ]| slim sandals, along the brightening footpath. 04:050;0241@c | Runs, she runs to$9$ meet me, a 04:050;0242@c | girl with gold hair on$4$ the wind. 04:050;0243[' ]| Two letters and a card lay on$4$ the hallfloor. He stooped and gathered 04:050;0244[' ]| them. 04:050;0244[Z ]| Mrs*Marion*Bloom. 04:050;0244[' ]| His quickened heart slowed at once. 04:050;0244@c | Bold hand. 04:050;0245[Z ]| Mrs*Marion. 04:050;0246[A ]| ~~ Poldy! 04:050;0247[' ]| Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through 04:050;0248[' ]| warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head. 04:050;0249[A ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ are the letters for$4$? 04:050;0250[' ]| He looked at them. 04:050;0250@c | Mullingar. Milly. 04:050;0251[C ]| ~~ A letter for$4$ me from Milly, 04:050;0251[' ]| he said carefully, 04:050;0251[C ]| and a card to$4$ you. And a 04:050;0252[C ]| letter for$4$ you. 04:050;0253[' ]| He laid her card and letter on$4$ the twill bedspread near the curve of 04:050;0254[' ]| her knees. 04:050;0255[C ]| ~~ Do you want the blind up$5$? 04:050;0256[' ]| Letting the blind up$5$ by$4$ gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her 04:050;0257[' ]| glance at the letter and tuck it under her pillow. 04:050;0258[C ]| ~~ That$6#2$ do? 04:050;0258[' ]| he asked, turning. 04:050;0259[' ]| She was reading the card, propped on$4$ her elbow. 04:050;0260[A ]| ~~ She got the things, 04:050;0260[' ]| she said. 04:051;0261[' ]| He waited till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back 04:051;0262[' ]| slowly with a snug sigh. 04:051;0263[A ]| ~~ Hurry up$5$ with that$6#2$ tea, 04:051;0263[' ]| she said. 04:051;0263[A ]| I am parched. 04:051;0264[C ]| ~~ The kettle is boiling, 04:051;0264[' ]| he said. 04:051;0265[' ]| But he delayed to$9$ clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled 04:051;0266[' ]| linen: and lifted all in$4$ an armful on$5$ to$4$ the foot of the bed. 04:051;0267[' ]| As he went down the kitchen stairs she called: 04:051;0268[A ]| ~~ Poldy! 04:051;0269[C ]| ~~ What? 04:051;0270[A ]| ~~ Scald the teapot. 04:051;0271@c | On$4$ the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the spout. 04:051;0271[' ]| He 04:051;0272[' ]| scalded and rinsed out the teapot and put in$5$ four full spoons of tea, tilting 04:051;0273[' ]| the kettle then to$9$ let the water flow in$5$. Having set it to$9$ draw he took off the 04:051;0274[' ]| kettle, crushed the pan flat on$4$ the live coals and watched the lump of butter 04:051;0275[' ]| slide and melt. While he unwrapped the kidney the cat mewed hungrily 04:051;0276[' ]| against him. 04:051;0276@c | Give her too much meat she will$1$ not mouse. Say they will$1$ not eat 04:051;0277@c | pork. Kosher. Here. 04:051;0277[' ]| He let the bloodsmeared paper fall to$4$ her and dropped 04:051;0278[' ]| the kidney amid the sizzling butter sauce. 04:051;0278@c | Pepper. 04:051;0278[' ]| He sprinkled it through 04:051;0279[' ]| his fingers ringwise from the chipped eggcup. 04:051;0280[' ]| Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the page and over. 04:051;0281[Z ]| Thanks: new tam: Mr*Coghlan: lough*Owel picnic: young student: Blazes*Boylan's 04:051;0282[Z ]| seaside girls. 04:051;0283[' ]| The tea was drawn. He filled his own moustachecup, sham crown 04:051;0284[' ]| Derby, smiling. 04:051;0284@c | Silly Milly's birthday gift. Only five she was then. No$7$, wait: 04:051;0285@c | four. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Putting pieces of folded 04:051;0286@c | brown paper in$4$ the letterbox for$4$ her. 04:051;0286[' ]| He smiled, pouring. 04:051;0287[Z ]| \O, Milly*Bloom, you are my darling.\ 04:051;0288[Z ]| \You are my lookingglass from night to$4$ morning.\ 04:051;0289[Z ]| \I would rather have you without a farthing\ 04:051;0290[Z ]| \Than Katey*Keogh with her ass and garden.\ 04:051;0291@c | Poor old professor*Goodwin. Dreadful old case. Still he was a 04:051;0292@c | courteous old chap. Oldfashioned way he used to$9$ bow Molly off the 04:051;0293@c | platform. And the little mirror in$4$ his silk hat. The night Milly brought it 04:051;0294@c | into the parlour. 04:051;0294[XX ]| O, look what I found in$4$ professor*Goodwin's hat! 04:051;0294@c | All we 04:051;0295@c | laughed. Sex breaking out even then. Pert little piece she was. 04:051;0296[' ]| He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the 04:051;0297[' ]| teapot on$4$ the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up$5$. 04:051;0297@c | Everything on$4$ it? 04:051;0298@c | Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. 04:051;0298[' ]| He carried it upstairs, 04:051;0299[' ]| his thumb hooked in$4$ the teapot handle. 04:051;0300[' ]| Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in$5$ and set it 04:051;0301[' ]| on$4$ the chair by$4$ the bedhead. 04:051;0302[A ]| ~~ What a time you were! 04:051;0302[' ]| she said. 04:051;0303[' ]| She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on$4$ 04:051;0304[' ]| the pillow. He looked calmly down on$4$ her bulk and between her large soft 04:052;0305[' ]| bubs, sloping within her nightdress like$4$ a shegoat's udder. The warmth of 04:052;0306[' ]| her couched body rose on$4$ the air, mingling with the fragrance of the tea she 04:052;0307[' ]| poured. 04:052;0308[' ]| A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In$4$ the 04:052;0309[' ]| act of going he stayed to$9$ straighten the bedspread. 04:052;0310[C ]| ~~ Who$6#2$ was the letter from? 04:052;0310[' ]| he asked. 04:052;0311@c | Bold hand. Marion. 04:052;0312[A ]| ~~ O, Boylan, 04:052;0312[' ]| she said. 04:052;0312[A ]| He is bringing the programme. 04:052;0313[C ]| ~~ What are you singing? 04:052;0314[A ]| ~~ \La*ci*darem\ with J%_C%*Doyle, 04:052;0314[' ]| she said, 04:052;0314[A ]| and \Love's*Old*Sweet*Song\. 04:052;0315[' ]| Her full lips, drinking, smiled. 04:052;0315@c | Rather stale smell that$6#2$ incense leaves 04:052;0316@c | next day. Like$4$ foul flowerwater. 04:052;0317[C ]| ~~ Would you like$1$ the window open a little? 04:052;0318[' ]| She doubled a slice of bread into her mouth, asking: 04:052;0319[A ]| ~~ What time is the funeral? 04:052;0320[C ]| ~~ Eleven, I think, 04:052;0320[' ]| he answered. 04:052;0320[C ]| I did not see the paper. 04:052;0321[' ]| Following the pointing of her finger he took up$5$ a leg of her soiled 04:052;0322[' ]| drawers from the bed. 04:052;0322@c | No$7$? 04:052;0322[' ]| Then, a twisted grey garter looped round a 04:052;0323[' ]| stocking: rumpled, shiny sole. 04:052;0324[A ]| ~~ No$7$: that$6#2$ book. 04:052;0325@c | Other stocking. Her petticoat. 04:052;0326[A ]| ~~ It must have fell down, 04:052;0326[' ]| she said. 04:052;0327[' ]| He felt here and there. 04:052;0327@c | \Voglio e non vorrei.\ Wonder if she pronounces 04:052;0328@c | that$6#2$ right: \voglio\. Not in$4$ the bed. Must have slid down. 04:052;0328[' ]| He stooped and 04:052;0329[' ]| lifted the valance. The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the 04:052;0330[' ]| orangekeyed chamberpot. 04:052;0331[A ]| ~~ Show here, 04:052;0331[' ]| she said. 04:052;0331[A ]| I put a mark in$4$ it. There is a word I wanted to$9$ ask 04:052;0332[A ]| you. 04:052;0333[' ]| She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by$4$ nothandle and, 04:052;0334[' ]| having wiped her fingertips smartly on$4$ the blanket, began to$9$ search the text 04:052;0335[' ]| with the hairpin till she reached the word. 04:052;0336[C ]| ~~ Met him what? 04:052;0336[' ]| he asked. 04:052;0337[A ]| ~~ Here, 04:052;0337[' ]| she said. 04:052;0337[A ]| What does that$6#2$ mean? 04:052;0338[' ]| He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail. 04:052;0339[XX ]| ~~ Metempsychosis? 04:052;0340[A ]| ~~ Yes. Who$6#2$ is he when he is at home? 04:052;0341[C ]| ~~ Metempsychosis, 04:052;0341[' ]| he said, frowning. 04:052;0341[C ]| It is Greek: from the Greek. That$6#2$ 04:052;0342[C ]| means the transmigration of souls. 04:052;0343[A ]| ~~ O, rocks! 04:052;0343[' ]| she said. 04:052;0343[A ]| Tell us in$4$ plain words. 04:052;0344[' ]| He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. 04:052;0344@c | The same young 04:052;0345@c | eyes. The first night after the charades. Dolphin's*Barn. 04:052;0345[' ]| He turned over the 04:052;0346[' ]| smudged pages. 04:052;0346[Z ]| \Ruby:*the*Pride*of*the*Ring.\ 04:052;0346@c | Hello. Illustration. Fierce 04:052;0347@c | Italian with carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of the on$4$ the floor naked. 04:052;0348@c | Sheet kindly lent. 04:052;0348[Z ]| \The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him\ 04:052;0349[Z ]| \with an oath.\ 04:052;0349@c | Cruelty behind it all. Doped animals. Trapeze at Hengler's. 04:053;0350@c | Had to$9$ look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck and we will$1$ break 04:053;0351@c | our sides. Families of them. Bone them young so$3$ they metamspychosis. 04:053;0352@c | That$3$ we live after death. Our souls. That$3$ a man's soul after he dies, 04:053;0353@c | Dignam's soul ~ 04:053;0354[C ]| ~~ Did you finish it? 04:053;0354[' ]| he asked. 04:053;0355[A ]| ~~ Yes, 04:053;0355[' ]| she said. 04:053;0355[A ]| There is nothing smutty in$4$ it. Is she in$4$ love with the first 04:053;0356[A ]| fellow all the time? 04:053;0357[C ]| ~~ Never read it. Do you want another? 04:053;0358[A ]| ~~ Yes. Get another of Paul*de*Kock's. Nice name he has. 04:053;0359[' ]| She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. 04:053;0360@c | Must get that$6#2$ Capel*street library book renewed or they will$1$ write to$4$ 04:053;0361@c | Kearney, my guarantor. Reincarnation: that$6#2$ is the word. 04:053;0362[C ]| ~~ Some people believe, 04:053;0362[' ]| he said, 04:053;0362[C ]| that$3$ we go on$5$ living in$4$ another body after 04:053;0363[C ]| death, that$3$ we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That$3$ we all lived 04:053;0364[C ]| before on$4$ the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet. They say 04:053;0365[C ]| we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past lives. 04:053;0366[' ]| The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. 04:053;0366@c | Better 04:053;0367@c | remind her of the word: metempsychosis. An example would be better. An 04:053;0368@c | example? 04:053;0369@c | \The*Bath*of*the*Nymph\ over the bed. Given away with the Easter 04:053;0370@c | number of \Photo*Bits\: splendid masterpiece in$4$ art colours. Tea before you 04:053;0371@c | put milk in$5$. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Three and six I 04:053;0372@c | gave for$4$ the frame. She said it would look nice over the bed. Naked 04:053;0373@c | nymphs: Greece: and for$4$ instance all the people that$6#1$ lived then. 04:053;0374[' ]| He turned the pages back. 04:053;0375[C ]| ~~ Metempsychosis, 04:053;0375[' ]| he said, 04:053;0375[C ]| is what the ancient Greeks called it. They used 04:053;0376[C ]| to$9$ believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for$4$ instance. What 04:053;0377[C ]| they called nymphs, for$4$ example. 04:053;0378[' ]| Her spoon ceased to$9$ stir up$5$ the sugar. She gazed straight before her, 04:053;0379[' ]| inhaling through her arched nostrils. 04:053;0380[A ]| ~~ There is a smell of burn, 04:053;0380[' ]| she said. 04:053;0380[A ]| Did you leave anything on$4$ the fire? 04:053;0381[C ]| ~~ The kidney! 04:053;0381[' ]| he cried suddenly. 04:053;0382[' ]| He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes 04:053;0383[' ]| against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping 04:053;0384[' ]| hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork's legs. Pungent smoke shot up$5$ 04:053;0385[' ]| in$4$ an angry jet from a side of the pan. By$4$ prodding a prong of the fork 04:053;0386[' ]| under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on$4$ its back. 04:053;0386@c | Only a little 04:053;0387@c | burnt. 04:053;0387[' ]| He tossed it off the pan on$5$ to$4$ a plate and let the scanty brown gravy 04:053;0388[' ]| trickle over it. 04:053;0389@c | Cup of tea now. 04:053;0389[' ]| He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He 04:053;0390[' ]| shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to$4$ the cat. Then he put a forkful into 04:053;0391[' ]| his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. 04:053;0391@c | Done to$4$ a 04:053;0392@c | turn. A mouthful of tea. 04:053;0392[' ]| Then he cut away dies of bread, sopped one in$4$ the 04:053;0393[' ]| gravy and put it in$4$ his mouth. 04:053;0393@c | What was that$6#2$ about some young student 04:053;0394@c | and a picnic? 04:053;0394[' ]| He creased out the letter at his side, reading it slowly as he 04:054;0395[' ]| chewed, sopping another die of bread in$4$ the gravy and raising it to$4$ his 04:054;0396[' ]| mouth. 04:054;0397[X ]| Dearest Papli 04:054;0398[X ]| Thanks ever so$5#1$ much for$4$ the lovely birthday present. It suits me 04:054;0399[X ]| splendid. Everyone says I am quite the belle in$4$ my new tam. I got mummy's 04:054;0400[X ]| lovely box of creams and am writing. They are lovely. I am getting on$5$ 04:054;0401[X ]| swimming in$4$ the photo business now. Mr*Coghlan took one of me and Mrs. 04:054;0402[X ]| Will$1$ send when developed. We did great biz yesterday. Fair day and all the 04:054;0403[X ]| beef to$4$ the heels were in$5$. We are going to$9$ lough*Owel on$4$ Monday with a 04:054;0404[X ]| few friends to$9$ make a scrap picnic. Give my love to$4$ mummy and to$4$ yourself 04:054;0405[X ]| a big kiss and thanks. I hear them at the piano downstairs. There is to$9$ be a 04:054;0406[X ]| concert in$4$ the Greville*Arms on$4$ Saturday. There is a young student comes 04:054;0407[X ]| here some evenings named Bannon his cousins or something are big swells 04:054;0408[X ]| and he sings Boylan's (I was on$4$ the pop of writing Blazes*Boylan's) song 04:054;0409[X ]| about those seaside girls. Tell him silly Milly sends my best respects. I must 04:054;0410[X ]| now close with fondest love 04:054;0411[X ]| Your fond daughter 04:054;0412[X ]| Milly 04:054;0413[X ]| P%_S% Excuse bad writing am in$4$ hurry. Byby. 04:054;0414[X ]| M. 04:054;0415@c | Fifteen yesterday. Curious, fifteenth of the month too. Her first 04:054;0416@c | birthday away from home. Separation. Remember the summer morning she 04:054;0417@c | was born, running to$9$ knock up$5$ Mrs*Thornton in$4$ Denzille*street. Jolly old 04:054;0418@c | woman. Lot of babies she must have helped into the world. She knew from 04:054;0419@c | the first poor little Rudy would not live. Well, God is good, sir. She knew at 04:054;0420@c | once. He would be eleven now if he had lived. 04:054;0421[' ]| His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. 04:054;0421[Z ]| Excuse bad writing. 04:054;0422[Z ]| Hurry. Piano downstairs. 04:054;0422@c | Coming out of her shell. Row with her in$4$ the XL 04:054;0423@c | Cafe about the bracelet. Would not eat her cakes or speak or look. Saucebox. 04:054;0424[' ]| He sopped other dies of bread in$4$ the gravy and ate piece after piece of 04:054;0425[' ]| kidney. 04:054;0425@c | Twelve and six a week. Not much. Still, she might do worse. 04:054;0426@c | Musichall stage. Young student. 04:054;0426[' ]| He drank a draught of cooler tea to$9$ wash 04:054;0427[' ]| down his meal. Then he read the letter again: twice. 04:054;0428@c | O, well: she knows how to$9$ mind herself. But if not? No$7$, nothing has 04:054;0429@c | happened. Of course it might. Wait in$4$ any case till it does. A wild piece of 04:054;0430@c | goods. Her slim legs running up$4$ the staircase. Destiny. Ripening now. 04:054;0431@c | Vain: very. 04:054;0432[' ]| He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window. 04:054;0432@c | Day I 04:054;0433@c | caught her in$4$ the street pinching her cheeks to$9$ make them red. Anemic a 04:054;0434@c | little. Was given milk too long. On$4$ the \Erin's*King\ that$6#2$ day round the Kish. 04:054;0435@c | Damned old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky. Her pale blue scarf loose 04:054;0436@c | in$4$ the wind with her hair. 04:055;0437[Z ]| \All dimpled cheeks and curls,\ 04:055;0438[Z ]| \Your head it simply swirls.\ 04:055;0439@c | Seaside girls. Torn envelope. Hands stuck in$4$ his trousers' pockets, jarvey 04:055;0440@c | off for$4$ the day, singing. Friend of the family. \Swurls\, he says. Pier with 04:055;0441@c | lamps, summer evening, band. 04:055;0442[Z ]| \Those girls, those girls,\ 04:055;0443[Z ]| \Those lovely seaside girls.\ 04:055;0444@c | Milly too. Young kisses: the first. Far away now past. Mrs*Marion. 04:055;0445@c | Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling, 04:055;0446@c | braiding. 04:055;0447[' ]| A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. 04:055;0447@c | Will$1$ 04:055;0448@c | happen, yes. Prevent. Useless: can not move. Girl's sweet light lips. Will$1$ 04:055;0449@c | happen too. 04:055;0449[' ]| He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. 04:055;0449@c | Useless to$9$ move 04:055;0450@c | now. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. Full gluey woman's lips. 04:055;0451@c | Better where she is down there: away. Occupy her. Wanted a dog to$9$ 04:055;0452@c | pass the time. Might take a trip down there. August bank holiday, only two 04:055;0453@c | and six return. Six weeks off, however. Might work a press pass. Or 04:055;0454@c | through M^'Coy. 04:055;0455[' ]| The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to$4$ the meatstained paper, 04:055;0456[' ]| nosed at it and stalked to$4$ the door. She looked back at him, mewing. 04:055;0456@c | Wants 04:055;0457@c | to$9$ go out. 04:055;0457@c | Wait before a door sometime it will$1$ open. Let her wait. Has the 04:055;0458@c | fidgets. Electric. Thunder in$4$ the air. Was washing at her ear with her back 04:055;0459@c | to$4$ the fire too. 04:055;0460[' ]| He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up$5$, 04:055;0461[' ]| undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to$4$ him. 04:055;0462[C ]| ~~ Miaow! 04:055;0462[' ]| he said in$4$ answer. 04:055;0462[C ]| Wait till I am ready. 04:055;0463@c | Heaviness: hot day coming. Too much trouble to$9$ fag up$4$ the stairs to$4$ 04:055;0464@c | the landing. 04:055;0465@c | A paper. 04:055;0465[' ]| He liked to$9$ read at stool. 04:055;0465@c | Hope no$2$ ape comes knocking just 04:055;0466@c | as I am. 04:055;0467[' ]| In$4$ the tabledrawer he found an old number of \Titbits\. He folded it 04:055;0468[' ]| under his armpit, went to$4$ the door and opened it. The cat went up$5$ in$4$ soft 04:055;0469[' ]| bounds. 04:055;0469@c | Ah, wanted to$9$ go upstairs, curl up$5$ in$4$ a ball on$4$ the bed. 04:055;0470[' ]| Listening, he heard her voice: 04:055;0471[A ]| ~~ Come, come, pussy. Come. 04:055;0472[' ]| He went out through the backdoor into the garden: stood to$9$ listen 04:055;0473[' ]| towards the next garden. 04:055;0473@c | No$2$ sound. Perhaps hanging clothes out to$9$ dry. 04:055;0474@c | The maid was in$4$ the garden. 04:055;0474@c | Fine morning. 04:055;0475[' ]| He bent down to$9$ regard a lean file of spearmint growing by$4$ the wall. 04:055;0476@c | Make a summerhouse here. Scarlet runners. Virginia creepers. Want to$9$ 04:055;0477@c | manure the whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur. All soil 04:055;0478@c | like$4$ that$6#2$ without dung. Household slops. Loam, what is this that$6#1$ is? The 04:055;0479@c | hens in$4$ the next garden: their droppings are very good top dressing. Best of 04:056;0480@c | all though are the cattle, especially when they are fed on$4$ those oilcakes. 04:056;0481@c | Mulch of dung. Best thing to$9$ clean ladies' kid gloves. Dirty cleans. Ashes 04:056;0482@c | too. Reclaim the whole place. Grow peas in$4$ that$6#2$ corner there. Lettuce. 04:056;0483@c | Always have fresh greens then. Still gardens have their drawbacks. That$6#2$ bee 04:056;0484@c | or bluebottle here Whitmonday. 04:056;0485[' ]| He walked on$5$. 04:056;0485@c | Where is my hat, by$4$ the way? Must have put it back 04:056;0486@c | on$4$ the peg. Or hanging up$5$ on$4$ the floor. Funny I do not remember that$6#2$. 04:056;0487@c | Hallstand too full. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Picking up$5$ the letters. 04:056;0488@c | Drago's shopbell ringing. Queer I was just thinking that$6#2$ moment. Brown 04:056;0489@c | brillantined hair over his collar. Just had a wash and brushup. Wonder have 04:056;0490@c | I time for$4$ a bath this morning. Tara*street. Chap in$4$ the paybox there got 04:056;0491@c | away James*Stephens, they say. O'Brien. 04:056;0492@c | Deep voice that$6#2$ fellow Dlugacz has. Agendath what is it? Now, my 04:056;0493@c | miss. Enthusiast. 04:056;0494[' ]| He kicked open the crazy door of the jakes. 04:056;0494@c | Better be careful not to$9$ 04:056;0495@c | get these trousers dirty for$4$ the funeral. 04:056;0495[' ]| He went in$5$, bowing his head under 04:056;0496[' ]| the low lintel. Leaving the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy limewash 04:056;0497[' ]| and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Before sitting down he peered 04:056;0498[' ]| through a chink up$5$ at the nextdoor windows. 04:056;0498@c | The king was in$4$ his 04:056;0499@c | countinghouse. 04:056;0499@c | Nobody. 04:056;0500[' ]| Asquat on$4$ the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages 04:056;0501[' ]| over on$4$ his bared knees. 04:056;0501@c | Something new and easy. No$2$ great hurry. Keep it 04:056;0502@c | a bit. 04:056;0502[Z ]| Our prize titbit: \Matcham's*Masterstroke.\ Written by$4$ Mr*Philip*Beaufoy, 04:056;0503[Z ]| Playgoers'*Club, London. Payment at the rate of one guinea a 04:056;0504[Z ]| column has been made to$4$ the writer. 04:056;0504@c | Three and a half. Three pounds three. 04:056;0505@c | Three pounds, thirteen and six. 04:056;0506[' ]| Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding but 04:056;0507[' ]| resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he allowed 04:056;0508[' ]| his bowels to$9$ ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still patiently that$6#2$ 04:056;0509[' ]| slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. 04:056;0509@c | Hope it is not too big bring on$5$ 04:056;0510@c | piles again. No$7$, just right. So$3$. Ah! Costive. One tabloid of cascara sagrada. 04:056;0511@c | Life might be so$5#2$. 04:056;0511[' ]| It did not move or touch him but it was something quick 04:056;0512[' ]| and neat. 04:056;0512@c | Print anything now. Silly season. 04:056;0512[' ]| He read on$5$, seated calm above 04:056;0513[' ]| his own rising smell. 04:056;0513@c | Neat certainly. 04:056;0513[Z ]| \Matcham often thinks of the\ 04:056;0514[Z ]| \masterstroke by$4$ which$6#1$ he won the laughing witch who$6#1$ now.\ 04:056;0514@c | Begins and 04:056;0515@c | ends morally. 04:056;0515[Z ]| \Hand in$4$ hand.\ 04:056;0515@c | Smart. 04:056;0515[' ]| He glanced back through what he had 04:056;0516[' ]| read and, while feeling his water flow quietly, he envied kindly Mr*Beaufoy 04:056;0517[' ]| who$6#1$ had written it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six. 04:056;0518@c | Might manage a sketch. By$4$ Mr*and*Mrs*L%_M%*Bloom. Invent a story 04:056;0519@c | for$4$ some proverb. Which$6#2$? Time I used to$9$ try jotting down on$4$ my cuff what 04:056;0520@c | she said dressing. Dislike dressing together. Nicked myself shaving. Biting 04:056;0521@c | her nether lip, hooking the placket of her skirt. Timing her. 9%15. Did 04:056;0522@c | Roberts pay you yet? 9%20. What had Gretta*Conroy on$5$? 9%23. What 04:056;0523@c | possessed me to$9$ buy this comb? 9%24. I am swelled after that$6#2$ cabbage. A 04:056;0524@c | speck of dust on$4$ the patent leather of her boot: rubbing smartly in$4$ turn 04:057;0525@c | each welt against her stockinged calf. Morning after the bazaar dance when 04:057;0526@c | May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the hours. Explain that$6#2$: morning 04:057;0527@c | hours, noon, then evening coming on$5$, then night hours. Washing her teeth. 04:057;0528@c | That$6#2$ was the first night. Her head dancing. Her fansticks clicking. 04:057;0528[XX ]| Is that$6#2$ 04:057;0529[XX ]| Boylan well off? He has money. Why? I noticed he had a good rich smell 04:057;0530[XX ]| off his breath dancing. 04:057;0530@c | No$2$ use humming then. Allude to$4$ it. Strange kind of 04:057;0531@c | music that$6#2$ last night. The mirror was in$4$ shadow. She rubbed her handglass 04:057;0532@c | briskly on$4$ her woollen vest against her full wagging bub. Peering into it. 04:057;0533@c | Lines in$4$ her eyes. It would not pan out somehow. 04:057;0534@c | Evening hours, girls in$4$ grey gauze. Night hours then: black with 04:057;0535@c | daggers and eyemasks. Poetical idea: pink, then golden, then grey, then 04:057;0536@c | black. Still, true to$4$ life also. Day: then the night. 04:057;0537[' ]| He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. 04:057;0538[' ]| Then he girded up$5$ his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. He pulled 04:057;0539[' ]| back the jerky shaky door of the jakes and came forth from the gloom into 04:057;0540[' ]| the air. 04:057;0541[' ]| In$4$ the bright light, lightened and cooled in$4$ limb, he eyed carefully his 04:057;0542[' ]| black trousers: the ends, the knees, the houghs of the knees. 04:057;0542@c | What time is 04:057;0543@c | the funeral? Better find out in$4$ the paper. 04:057;0544@c | A creak and a dark whirr in$4$ the air high up$5$. The bells of George's 04:057;0545@c | church. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. 04:057;0546[Y ]| \Heigho! Heigho!\ 04:057;0547[Y ]| \Heigho! Heigho!\ 04:057;0548[Y ]| \Heigho! Heigho!\ 04:057;0549@c | Quarter to$4$. There again: the overtone following through the air. A 04:057;0550@c | third. 04:057;0551@c | Poor Dignam!