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Ulysses

kismet however. Healthy perhaps absorb all the. Whistle
brings rain they say. Must be some somewhere. Salt in the
Ormond damp. The body feels the atmosphere. Old
Betty’s joints are on the rack. Mother Shipton’s prophecy

that is about ships around they fly in the twinkling. No.
Signs of rain it is. The royal reader. And distant hills seem
coming nigh.
Howth. Bailey light. Two, four, six, eight, nine. See.
Has to change or they might think it a house. Wreckers.
Grace Darling. People afraid of the dark. Also glowworms,
cyclists: lightingup time. Jewels diamonds flash better.
Women. Light is a kind of reassuring. Not going to hurt
you. Better now of course than long ago. Country roads.
Run you through the small guts for nothing. Still two
types there are you bob against. Scowl or smile. Pardon!
Not at all. Best time to spray plants too in the shade after
the sun. Some light still. Red rays are longest. Roygbiv
Vance taught us: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo,
violet. A star I see. Venus? Can’t tell yet. Two. When
three it’s night. Were those nightclouds there all the time?
Looks like a phantom ship. No. Wait. Trees are they? An
optical illusion. Mirage. Land of the setting sun this.
Homerule sun setting in the southeast. My native land,
goodnight.

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