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Ulysses


                                  chap with the earrings I dont like a man you have to climb
                                  up to to get at I suppose theyre all dead and rotten long
                                  ago besides I dont like being alone in this big barracks of a
                                  place at night I suppose Ill have to put up with it I never

                                  brought a bit of salt in even when we moved in the
                                  confusion musical academy he was going to make on the
                                  first floor drawingroom with a brassplate or Blooms
                                  private hotel he suggested go and ruin himself altogether
                                  the way his father did down in Ennis like all the things he
                                  told father he was going to do and me but I saw through
                                  him telling me all the lovely places we could go for the
                                  honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the gondolas and
                                  the lake of Como he had a picture cut out of some paper
                                  of and mandolines and lanterns O how nice I said
                                  whatever I liked he was going to do immediately if not
                                  sooner will you be my man will you carry my can he
                                  ought to get a leather medal with a putty rim for all the
                                  plans he invents then leaving us here all day youd never
                                  know what old beggar at the door for a crust with his long
                                  story might be a tramp and put his foot in the way to
                                  prevent me shutting it like that picture of that hardened
                                  criminal he was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years in
                                  jail then he comes out and murders an old woman for her
                                  money imagine his poor wife or mother or whoever she is



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