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Ulysses


                                  and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything
                                  connected with your glorious Body everything underlined
                                  that comes from it is a thing of beauty and of joy for ever
                                  something he got out of some nonsensical book that he

                                  had me always at myself 4 and 5 times a day sometimes
                                  and I said I hadnt are you sure O yes I said I am quite sure
                                  in a way that shut him up I knew what was coming next
                                  only natural weakness it was he excited me I dont know
                                  how the first night ever we met when I was living in
                                  Rehoboth terrace we stood staring at one another for
                                  about lo minutes as if we met somewhere I suppose on
                                  account of my being jewess looking after my mother he
                                  used to amuse me the things he said with the half
                                  sloothering smile on him and all the Doyles said he was
                                  going to stand for a member of Parliament O wasnt I the
                                  born fool to believe all his blather about home rule and
                                  the land league sending me that long strool of a song out
                                  of the Huguenots to sing in French to be more classy O
                                  beau pays de la Touraine that I never even sang once
                                  explaining and rigmaroling about religion and persecution
                                  he wont let you enjoy anything naturally then might he as
                                  a great favour the very 1st opportunity he got a chance in
                                  Brighton square running into my bedroom pretending the
                                  ink got on his hands to wash it off with the Albion milk



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