The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 065

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The Annotated "Ulysses" by James Joyce
Page 065


          Those girls, those girls,
          Those lovely seaside girls.

  Milly too. Young kisses : the first. Far away now past. Mrs Marion.
Reading lying back now, counting the strands of her hair, smiling, braiding.
  A soft qualm regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing. Will happen,
yes. Prevent. Useless : can’t move. Girl’s sweet light lips. Will happen too.
He felt the flowing qualm spread over him. Useless to move now. Lips kissed,
kissing kissed. Full gluey woman’s lips.
  Better where she is down there : away. Occupy her. Wanted a dog to
pass the time. Might take a trip down there. August bank holiday, only two
and six return. Six weeks off however. Might work a press pass. Or through
M’Coy.
  The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the meatstained paper,
nosed at it and stalked to the door. She looked back at him, mewing. Wants
to go out. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Let her wait. Has the
fidgets. Electric. Thunder in the air. Was washing at her ear with her back to
the fire too.
  He felt heavy, full : then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up,
undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him.
   Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I’m ready.
  Heaviness : hot day coming. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the
landing.
  A paper. He liked to read at stool. Hope no ape comes knocking just as
I’m.
  In the table drawer he found an old number of Titbits. He folded it un-
der his armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft
bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs, curl up in a ball on the bed.
  Listening, he heard her voice :
   Come, come, pussy. Come.
  He went out through the backdoor into the garden : stood to listen
towards the next garden. No sound. Perhaps hanging clothes out to dry. The
maid was in the garden. Fine morning.
  He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the wall. Make
a summerhouse here. Scarlet runners. Virginia creepers. Want to manure the
whole place over, scabby soil. A coat of liver of sulphur. All soil like that

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