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Ulysses

all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing
him before shifted about and shuffled in his box before
composing his limbs again in to the arms of Morpheus, a
truly amazing piece of hard lines in its most virulent form

on a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised
with decent home comforts all his life who came in for a
cool 100 pounds a year at one time which of course the
doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make general ducks and
drakes of. And there he was at the end of his tether after
having often painted the town tolerably pink without a
beggarly stiver. He drank needless to be told and it
pointed only once more a moral when he might quite
easily be in a large way of business if—a big if, however—
he had contrived to cure himself of his particular partiality.
All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in
Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well, which was all
part and parcel of the same thing. A Palgrave Murphy boat
was put off the ways at Alexandra basin, the only launch
that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no
ships ever called.
There were wrecks and wreckers, the keeper said, who
was evidently au fait.
What he wanted to ascertain was why that ship ran
bang against the only rock in Galway bay when the

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