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Ulysses

kick. Looking back now in a retrospective kind of
arrangement all seemed a kind of dream. And then coming
back was the worst thing you ever did because it went
without saying you would feel out of place as things

always moved with the times. Why, as he reflected,
Irishtown strand, a locality he had not been in for quite a
number of years looked different somehow since, as it
happened, he went to reside on the north side. North or
south, however, it was just the wellknown case of hot
passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a
vengeance and just bore out the very thing he was saying
as she also was Spanish or half so, types that wouldn’t do
things by halves, passionate abandon of the south, casting
every shred of decency to the winds.
—Just bears out what I was saying, he, with glowing
bosom said to Stephen, about blood and the sun. And, if I
don’t greatly mistake she was Spanish too.
—The king of Spain’s daughter, Stephen answered,
adding something or other rather muddled about farewell
and adieu to you Spanish onions and the first land called
the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so
many.
—Was she? Bloom ejaculated, surprised though not
astonished by any means, I never heard that rumour

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