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City Arms hotel. Molly fondling him in her lap. O, the
big doggybowwowsywowsy!
Wine soaked and softened rolled pith of bread mustard
a moment mawkish cheese. Nice wine it is. Taste it better

because I’m not thirsty. Bath of course does that. Just a
bite or two. Then about six o’clock I can. Six. Six. Time
will be gone then. She ...
Mild fire of wine kindled his veins. I wanted that badly.
Felt so off colour. His eyes unhungrily saw shelves of tins:
sardines, gaudy lobsters’ claws. All the odd things people
pick up for food. Out of shells, periwinkles with a pin, off
trees, snails out of the ground the French eat, out of the
sea with bait on a hook. Silly fish learn nothing in a
thousand years. If you didn’t know risky putting anything
into your mouth. Poisonous berries. Johnny Magories.
Roundness you think good. Gaudy colour warns you off.
One fellow told another and so on. Try it on the dog first.
Led on by the smell or the look. Tempting fruit. Ice
cones. Cream. Instinct. Orangegroves for instance. Need
artificial irrigation. Bleibtreustrasse. Yes but what about
oysters. Unsightly like a clot of phlegm. Filthy shells.
Devil to open them too. Who found them out? Garbage,
sewage they feed on. Fizz and Red bank oysters. Effect on
the sexual. Aphrodis. He was in the Red Bank this

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