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Ulysses

Delahunt’s port under her bellyband. Every jolt the
bloody car gave I had her bumping up against me. Hell’s
delights! She has a fine pair, God bless her. Like that.
He held his caved hands a cubit from him, frowning:

—I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa
all the time. Know what I mean?
His hands moulded ample curves of air. He shut his
eyes tight in delight, his body shrinking, and blew a sweet
chirp from his lips.
—The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said with a
sigh. She’s a gamey mare and no mistake. Bloom was
pointing out all the stars and the comets in the heavens to
Chris Callinan and the jarvey: the great bear and Hercules
and the dragon, and the whole jingbang lot. But, by God,
I was lost, so to speak, in the milky way. He knows them
all, faith. At last she spotted a weeny weeshy one miles
away. And what star is that, Poldy? says she. By God, she
had Bloom cornered. That one, is it? says Chris Callinan,
sure that’s only what you might call a pinprick. By God, he
wasn’t far wide of the mark.
Lenehan stopped and leaned on the riverwall, panting
with soft laughter.
—I’m weak, he gasped.

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