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Ulysses

O by the by that lotion. I knew there was something
on my mind. Never went back and the soap not paid.
Dislike carrying bottles like that hag this morning. Hynes
might have paid me that three shillings. I could mention

Meagher’s just to remind him. Still if he works that
paragraph. Two and nine. Bad opinion of me he’ll have.
Call tomorrow. How much do I owe you? Three and
nine? Two and nine, sir. Ah. Might stop him giving credit
another time. Lose your customers that way. Pubs do.
Fellows run up a bill on the slate and then slinking around
the back streets into somewhere else.
Here’s this nobleman passed before. Blown in from the
bay. Just went as far as turn back. Always at home at
dinnertime. Looks mangled out: had a good tuck in.
Enjoying nature now. Grace after meals. After supper walk
a mile. Sure he has a small bank balance somewhere,
government sit. Walk after him now make him awkward
like those newsboys me today. Still you learn something.
See ourselves as others see us. So long as women don’t
mock what matter? That’s the way to find out. Ask
yourself who is he now. The Mystery Man on the Beach,
prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom. Payment at the
rate of one guinea per column. And that fellow today at
the graveside in the brown macintosh. Corns on his

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