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all those desires for Id like to know I cant help it if Im young still can I its
a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before my time living with him so cold
never embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of me
not knowing I suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id
throw my hat at him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent 1
atom of any kind of expression in us all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before
ever Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough
I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss our
halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but
me still of course a woman wants to be embraced 20 times a day almost to make
her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love or loved by somebody
if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the Lord God I was thinking
would I go around by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know
me and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose
I was only to do it off up in a gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking
gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to
try and steal our things if they could I only sent mine there a few times for
the name model laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd
stockings that blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch
attack me in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word
or a murderer anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their
silk hats that K. C. lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke
lane the night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the
boxing match of course it was for me he gave it I knew him by his gaiters
and the walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see there was a
woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home
to his wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten
again with disease O move over your big carcass out of that for the love of
Mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well he may sleep
and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if he knew how he
came out on the cards this morning hed have something to sigh for a dark
man in some perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for Lord knows what he
does that I dont know and Im to be slooching around down in the kitchen to
get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a mummy will I indeed did
you ever see me running Id just like to see myself at it show them attention and
they treat you like dirt I dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the
world to be governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and