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Ulysses

—I will, Mr Bloom said.
He watched her dodge through passers towards the
shopfronts. Denis Breen in skimpy frockcoat and blue
canvas shoes shuffled out of Harrison’s hugging two heavy

tomes to his ribs. Blown in from the bay. Like old times.
He suffered her to overtake him without surprise and
thrust his dull grey beard towards her, his loose jaw
wagging as he spoke earnestly.
Meshuggah. Off his chump.
Mr Bloom walked on again easily, seeing ahead of him
in sunlight the tight skullpiece, the dangling
stickumbrelladustcoat. Going the two days. Watch him!
Out he goes again. One way of getting on in the world.
And that other old mosey lunatic in those duds. Hard time
she must have with him.
U.P.: up. I’ll take my oath that’s Alf Bergan or Richie
Goulding. Wrote it for a lark in the Scotch house I bet
anything. Round to Menton’s office. His oyster eyes
staring at the postcard. Be a feast for the gods.
He passed the Irish Times. There might be other
answers Iying there. Like to answer them all. Good system
for criminals. Code. At their lunch now. Clerk with the
glasses there doesn’t know me. O, leave them there to
simmer. Enough bother wading through fortyfour of

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