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       Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. a sugarsticky girl shovelling
scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat. Bad for their
tummies. Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King. God.
Save. Our. Sitting on his throne, sucking red jujubes white.
       A sombre Y.M.C.A. young man, watchful among the warm sweet
fumes of Graham Lemon’s, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.
       Heart to heart talks.
       Bloo... Me? No.
       Blood of the Lamb.
       His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. Are you saved? All are
washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen,
martyr, war, foundation of a building, sacrifice, kidney burntoffering, druids’
altars. Elijah is coming. Dr John Alexander Dowie, restorer of the church in
Zion, is coming.

                               Is coming! Is coming!! Is coming!!!
                               All heartily welcome.

       Paying game. Torry and Alexander last year. Polygamy. His wife will
put the stopper on that. Where was that ad some Birmingham firm the luminous
crucifix? Our Saviour. Wake up in the dead of night and see him on the wall,
hanging. Pepper’s ghost idea. Iron nails ran in.
       Phosphorus it must be done with. If you leave a bit of codfish for
instance. I could see the bluey silver over it. Night I went down to the pantry
in the kitchen. Don’t like all the smells in it waiting to rush out. What was it
she wanted? The Malaga raisins. Thinking of Spain. Before Rudy was born.
The phosphorescence, that bluey greeny. Very good for the brain.
       From Butler’s monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor’s walk.