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Ulysses

Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional
stammer and his gestures being also clumsy as it was still he
did his best to explain.
—Bottles out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on

the bottles. Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims.
He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye
completely. Then he screwed his features up someway
sideways and glared out into the night with an
unprepossessing cast of countenance.
—Pom! he then shouted once.
The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional
detonation, there being still a further egg.
—Pom! he shouted twice.
Egg two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked,
adding bloodthirstily:
—Buffalo Bill shoots to kill,
Never missed nor he never will.
A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness’ sake
just felt like asking him whether it was for a marksmanship
competition like the Bisley.
—Beg pardon, the sailor said.
—Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a
hairsbreadth.

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