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killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever see women rolling
around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it
on horses yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop
sure they wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it
is to be a woman and a mother how could they where would they all of
them be if they hadnt all a mother to look after them what I never had thats why I
suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books and studies and
not living at home on account of the usual rowy house I suppose well its a poor
case that those that have a fine son like that theyre not satisfied and I none was
he not able to make one it wasnt my fault we came together when I was
watching the two dogs up in her behind in the middle of the naked street that
disheartened me altogether I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that
little woolly jacket I knitted crying as I was but give it to some poor child but
I knew well Id never have another our ist death too it was we were never the
same since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any
more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was
somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting
God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt
like that if she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a lovely
hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of the night
they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants what he wont
get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I hate that in women
no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a dreadful lot of bitches I
suppose its all the troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not like that he
could easy have slept in there on the sofa in the other room I suppose he was
as shy as a boy he being so young hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have
heard me on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those
names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there
father Vial plana of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y O’Reilly
in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor
street O what a name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name
like her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and
Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small blame
to me if I am a harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dont feel a
day older than then I wonder could I get my tongue round any of the Spanish
como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent forgotten it all I
thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place