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Ulysses


                                  mystery was unveiled. Haines was the third brother. His
                                  real name was Childs. The black panther was himself the
                                  ghost of his own father. He drank drugs to obliterate. For
                                  this relief much thanks. The lonely house by the graveyard

                                  is uninhabited. No soul will live there. The spider pitches
                                  her web in the solitude. The nocturnal rat peers from his
                                  hole. A curse is on it. It is haunted. Murderer’s ground.
                                     What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the
                                  virtue of the chameleon to change her hue at every new
                                  approach, to be gay with the merry and mournful with the
                                  downcast, so too is her age changeable as her mood. No
                                  longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing
                                  the cud of reminiscence, that staid agent of publicity and
                                  holder of a modest substance in the funds. A score of years
                                  are blown away. He is young Leopold. There, as in a
                                  retrospective arrangement, a mirror within a mirror (hey,
                                  presto!), he beholdeth himself. That young figure of then
                                  is seen, precociously manly, walking on a nipping morning
                                  from the old house in Clanbrassil street to the high school,
                                  his booksatchel on him bandolierwise, and in it a goodly
                                  hunk of wheaten loaf, a mother’s thought. Or it is the
                                  same figure, a year or so gone over, in his first hard hat
                                  (ah, that was a day!), already on the road, a fullfledged
                                  traveller for the family firm, equipped with an orderbook,



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