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Ulysses

The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of
greenish goggles which he very slowly hooked over his
nose and both ears.
—Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage

like the townclerk queried.
—Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard,
who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small
way, staring out of seagreen portholes as you might well
describe them as, I uses goggles reading. Sand in the Red
Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark,
manner of speaking. The Arabian Nights Entertainment was
my favourite and Red as a Rose is She.
Hereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon
Lord only knows what, found drowned or the exploits of
King Willow, Iremonger having made a hundred and
something second wicket not out for Notts, during which
time (completely regardless of Ire) the keeper was
intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or
secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as he
muttered against whoever it was sold it, all of them who
were sufficiently awake enough to be picked out by their
facial expressions, that is to say, either simply looking on
glumly or passing a trivial remark.

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