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alaga raisins。 Thinking of Spain。 Before Rudy was born。 The phosphorescence； that bluey greeny。 Very good for the brain。
From Butler's monument house corner he glanced along Bachelor's walk。 Dedalus' daughter there still outside Dillon's auctionrooms。 Must be selling off some old furniture。 Knew her eyes at once from the father。 Lobbing about waiting for him。 Home always breaks up when the mother goes。 Fifteen children he had。 Birth every year almost。 That's in their theology or the priest won't give the poor woman the confession； the absolution。 Increase and multiply。 Did you ever hear such an idea？ Eat you out of house and home。 No families themselves to feed。 Living on the fat of the land。 Their butteries and larders。 I'd like to see them do the black fast Yom Kippur。 Crossbuns。 One meal and a collation for fear he'd collapse on the altar。 A housekeeper of one of those fellows If you could pick it out of her。 Never pick it out of her。 Like getting L。 s。 d。 out of him。 Does himself well。 No guests。 All for number one。 Watching his water。 Bring your own bread and butter。 His reverence。 Mum's the word。
Good Lord； that poor child's dress is in flitters。 Underfed she looks too。 Potatoes and marge； marge and potatoes。 It's after they feel it。 Proof of the pudding。 Undermines the constitution。
As he set foot on O'Connell bridge a puffball of smoke plumed up from the parapet。 Brewery barge with export stout。 England。 Sea air sours it； I heard。 Be interesting some day get a pass through Hancock to see the brewery。 Regular world in itself。 Vats of porter； wonderful。 Rats get in too。 Drink themselves bloated as big as a collie floating。 Dead drunk on the porter。 Drink till they puke again like christians。 Imagine drinking that！ Rats： vats。 Well of course if we knew all the things。
Looking down he saw flapping strongly； wheeling between the gaunt quay walls； gulls。 Rough weather outside。 If I threw myself down？ Reuben J's son must have swallowed a good bellyful of that sewage。 One and eightpence too much。 Hhhhm。 It's the droll way he es out with the things。 Knows how to tell a story too。
They wheeled lower。 Looking for grub。 Wait。
He threw down among them a crumpled paper ball。 Elijah thirtytwo feet per sec is 。 Not a bit。 The ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of swells； floated under by the bridge piers。 Not such damn fools。 Also the day I threw that stale cake out of the Erin's King picked it up in the wake fifty yards astern。 Live by their wits。 They wheeled； flapping。
The hungry famished gull
Flaps o'er the waters dull。
That is how poets write； the similar sounds。 But then Shakespeare has no rhymes： blank verse。 The flow of the language it is。 The thoughts。 Solemn。
Hamlet； I am thy father's spirit
Doomed for a certain time to walk the earth。
Two apples a penny！ Two for a penny！
His gaze passed over the glazed apples serried on her stand。 Australians they must be this time of year。 Shiny peels： polishes them up with a rag or a handkerchief。
Wait。 Those poor birds。
He halted again and bought from the old applewoman two Banbury cakes for a penny and broke the brittle paste and threw its fragments down into the Liffey。 See that？ The gulls swooped silently two； then all； from their heights； pouncing on prey。 Gone。 Every morsel。
Aware of their greed and cunning he shook the powdery crumb from his hands。 They never expected that。 Manna。 Live on fishy flesh they have to； all sea birds； gulls； seagoose。 Swans from Anna Liffey swim down here sometimes to preen themselves。 No accounting for tastes。 Wonder what kind is swanmeat。 Robinson Crusoe had to live on them。
They wheeled； flapping weakly。 I'm not going to throw any more。 Penny quite enough。 Lot of thanks I get。 Not even a caw。 They spread foot and mouth disease too。 If you cram a turkey； say； on chestnut meal it tastes like that。 Eat pig like pig。 But then why is it that saltwater fish are not salty？ How is that？
His eyes sought answer from the river and saw a rowboat rock at anchor on the treacly swells lazily its plastered board。
Kino's
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Trousers。
Good idea that。 Wonder if he pays rent to the corporation。 How can you own water really？ It's always flowing in a stream； never the same； which in the stream of life we trace。 Because life is a stream。 All kind of places are good for ads。 That quack doctor for the clap used to be stuck up in all the greenhouses。 Never see it now。 Strictly confidential。 Dr Hy Franks。 Didn't cost him a red like Maginni the dancing master self advertisement。 Got fellows to stick them up or stick them up himself for that matter on the q。t。 running in to loosen a button。 Fly by night。 Just the place too。 POST NO BILLS。 POST 110 PILLS。 Some chap with a dose burning him。
If he。。。
O！
Eh？
No。。。 No。
No； no。 I don't believe it。 He wouldn't surely？
No； no。
Mr Bloom moved forward raising his troubled eyes。 Think no more about that。 After one。 Timeball on the ballast office is down。 Dunsink time。 Fascinating little book that is of sir Robert Ball's。 Parallax。 I never exactly understood。 There's a priest。 Could ask him。 Par it's Greek： parallel； parallax。 Met him pikehoses she called it till I told her about the transmigration。 O rocks！
Mr Bloom smiled O rocks at two windows of the ballast office。 She's right after all。 Only big words for ordinary things on account of the sound。 She's not exactly witty。 Can be rude too。 Blurt out what I was thinking。 Still I don't know。 She used to say Ben Dollard had a base barreltone voice。 He has legs like barrels and you'd think he was singing into a barrel。 Now； isn't that wit？ They used to call him big Ben。 Not half as witty as calling him base barreltone。 Appetite like an albatross。 Get outside of a baron of beef。 Powerful man he was at storing away number one Bass。 Barrel of Bass。 See？ it all works out。
A procession of whitesmocked men marched slowly towards him along the gutter； scarlet sashes across their boards。 Bargains。 Like that priest they are this morning： we have sinned： we have suffered。 He read the scarlet letters on their five tall white hats： H。 E。 L。 Y。 S。 Wisdom Hely's。 Y lagging behind drew a chunk of bread from under his foreboard； crammed it into his mouth and munched as he walked。 Our staple food。 Three bob a day； walking along the gutters； street after street。 Just keep skin and bone together； bread and skilly。 They are not Boyl： no： M'Glade's men。 Doesn't bring in any business either。 I suggested to him about a transparent show cart with two smart girls sitting inside writing letters； copybooks； envelopes； blotting paper。 I bet that would have caught on。 Smart girls writing something catch the eye at once。 Everyone dying to know what she's writing。 Get twenty of them round you if you stare at nothing。 Have a finger in the pie。 Women too。 Curiosity。 Pillar of salt； Wouldn't have it of course because he didn't think of it himself first。 Or the inkbottle I suggested with a false stain of black celluloid。 His ideas for ads like Plumtree's potted under the obituaries； cold meat department。 You can't lick 'em。 What？ Our envelopes。 Hello！ Jones； where are you going？ Can't stop； Robinson； I am hastening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell； sold by Hely's Ltd； 85 Dame Street。 Well out of that ruck I am。 Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents。 Tranquilla convent。 That was a nice nun there； really sweet face。 Wimple suited her small head。 Sister？ Sister？ I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes。 Very hard to bargain with that sort of woman。 I disturbed her at her devotions that morning。 But glad to municate with the outside world。 Our great day； she said。 Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel。 Sweet name too： caramel。 She knew； I think she knew by the way she。 If she had married she would have changed。 I suppose they really were short of money。 Fried everything in the best butter all the same。 No lard for them。 My heart's broke eating dripping。 They like buttering themselves in and out。 Molly tasting it； her veil up。 Sister？ Pat Claffey； the pawnbroker's daughter。 It was a nun they say invented barbed wire。
He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S had plodded by。 Rover cycleshop。 Those races are on today。 How long ago is that