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Ulysses

—Mrs Bloom, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion
Tweedy, Bloom indicated. Taken a few years since. In or
about ninety six. Very like her then.
Beside the young man he looked also at the photo of

the lady now his 1440 legal wife who, he intimated, was
the accomplished daughter of Major Brian Tweedy and
displayed at an early age remarkable proficiency as a singer
having even made her bow to the public when her years
numbered barely sweet sixteen. As for the face it was a
speaking likeness in expression but it did not do justice to
her figure which came in for a lot of notice usually and
which did not come out to the best advantage in that
getup. She could without difficulty, he said, have posed
for the ensemble, not to dwell on certain opulent curves
of the. He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in his spare time,
on the female form in general developmentally because, as
it so happened, no later than that afternoon he had seen
those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works
of art, in the National Museum. Marble could give the
original, shoulders, back, all the symmetry, all the rest.
Yes, puritanisme, it does though Saint Joseph’s sovereign
thievery alors (Bandez!) Figne toi trop. Whereas no photo
could because it simply wasn’t art in a word.

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