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Ulysses

The professor, returning by way of the files, swept his
hand across Stephen’s and Mr O’Madden Burke’s loose
ties.
—Paris, past and present, he said. You look like

communards.
—Like fellows who had blown up the Bastile, J. J.
O’Molloy said in quiet mockery. Or was it you shot the
lord lieutenant of Finland between you? You look as
though you had done the deed. General Bobrikoff.

OMNIUM GATHERUM

—We were only thinking about it, Stephen said.
—All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Law, the classics
...
—The turf, Lenehan put in.
—Literature, the press.
—If Bloom were here, the professor said. The gentle
art of advertisement.
—And Madam Bloom, Mr O’Madden Burke added.
The vocal muse. Dublin’s prime favourite.
Lenehan gave a loud cough.
—Ahem! he said very softly. O, for a fresh of breath
air! I caught a cold in the park. The gate was open.

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