chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. To aid
gentleman in literary. Ought to attend to my appearance my age. Didn’t let
her see me in profile. Still, you never know. Pretty girls and ugly men
marrying. Beauty and the beast. Besides I can’t be so if Molly. Took off her
hat to show her hair. Wide brim bought to hide her face, meeting someone
might know her, bend down or carry a bunch of flowers to smell. Hair strong
in rut. Ten bob I got for Molly’s combings when we were on the rocks in
Holles street. Why not? Suppose he gave her money. Why not? All a
prejudice. She’s worth ten, fifteen, more a pound. What? I think so. All that
for nothing. Bold hand. Mrs Marion. Did I forget to write address on that
letter like the postcard I sent to Flynn. And the day I went to Drimmie’s
without a necktie. Wrangle with Molly it was put me off. No, I remember.
Richie Goulding. He’s another. Weighs on his mind. Funny my watch stopped
at half past four. Dust. Shark liver oil they use to clean could do it myself. Save.
Was that just when he, she?
O, he did. Into her. She did. Done.
Ah!
Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. O Lord, that little limping devil. Begins to feel cold and clammy After effect not pleasant. Still you have to get rid of it someway. They don’t care. Complimented perhaps. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say night prayers with the kiddies. Well, aren’t they. See her as she is spoil all. Must have the stage setting, the rouge, costume, position, music. The name too. Amours of actresses. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Curtain up. Moonlight silver effulgence. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Little sweetheart come and kiss me. Still I feel. The strength it gives a man. That’s the secret of it. Good job I let off there behind coming out of Dignam’s. Cider that was. Otherwise I couldn’t have. Makes you want to sing after. Lacaus esant taratara. Suppose I spoke to her. What about? Bad plan however of you don’t know how to end the conversation. Ask them a question they ask you another. Good idea if you’re in a cart. Wonderful of course if you say : good evening, and you see she’s on for it : good evening. O but the dark evening in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was. Whew! Girl in Meath street that night. All the dirty things I made her say all wrong of course. My arks she called it. It’s so hard to find one who. Aho! If you don’t answer when they solicit must be horrible for them till they harden. And kissed my hand when I gave her the extra two shillings. Parrots. Press the
