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Ulysses

Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. Postoffice lower
down. Walk now. Enough. Barney Kiernan’s I promised
to meet them. Dislike that job.
House of mourning. Walk. Pat! Doesn’t hear. Deaf

beetle he is.
Car near there now. Talk. Talk. Pat! Doesn’t. Settling
those napkins. Lot of ground he must cover in the day.
Paint face behind on him then he’d be two. Wish they’d
sing more. Keep my mind off.
Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Pat is a
waiter hard of his hearing. Pat is a waiter who waits while
you wait. Hee hee hee hee. He waits while you wait. Hee
hee. A waiter is he. Hee hee hee hee. He waits while you
wait. While you wait if you wait he will wait while you
wait. Hee hee hee hee. Hoh. Wait while you wait.
Douce now. Douce Lydia. Bronze and rose.
She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. And look
at the lovely shell she brought.
To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked
and winding seahorn that he, George Lidwell, solicitor,
might hear.
—Listen! she bade him.
Under Tom Kernan’s ginhot words the accompanist
wove music slow. Authentic fact. How Walter Bapty lost

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