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"Horatio onehandled Nelson," (U11.762) |
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"reverend father Theobald Mathew," (U11.763) |
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"jaunted as said before just now. " (U11.763) |
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"Atrot, in heat, heatseated. Cloche. Sonnez la. Cloche. Sonnez la. Slower the mare went up the hill" (U11.763) |
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"by the Rotunda, Rutland square." (U11.765) |
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"And Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom his cider drank" (U11. 768) |
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"Thou lost one. All songs on that theme. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Cruel it seems. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. Then tear asunder. Death. Explos. Knock on the head. Outtohelloutofthat. Human life. Dignam. Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! Five bob I gave. Corpus paradisum. Corncrake croaker: belly like a poisoned pup. Gone. They sing. Forgotten. I too. And one day she with. Leave her: get tired. Suffer then. Snivel. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing." (U11.802) |
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"Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb:'d." (U11.808) |
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"George Lidwell told her really and truly: but she did not believe.
First gentleman told Mina that was so. She asked him was that so. And second tankard told her so. That that was so. Miss Douce, Miss Lydia, did not believe: Miss Kennedy, Mina, did not believe: George Lidwell, no: Miss Dou did not: the first, the first: gent with the tank: believe, no, no: did not, Miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the tank." (U12.815) |
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"Instance he's playing now. Improvising. Might be what you like till you hear the words. Want to listen sharp. Hard." (U11.838) |
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"Question of mood you're in. Still always nice to hear. Except scales up and down, girls learning. Two together nextdoor neighbours. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that." (U11.841) |
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"Milly no taste. Queer because we both, I mean. Blumenlied I bought for her. The name. Playing it slow, a girl, night I came home, the girl." (U11.844) |
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"It was the only language Mr Dedalus said to Ben. He heard them as a boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles." (U11.849) |
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"Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships." (U11.851) |
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"Hope he's not looking, cute as a rat. He held unfurled his Freeman. Can't see now. Remember write Greek ees. Bloom dipped, Bloo mur: dear sir. Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. Got your lett and flow. Hell did I put? Some pock or oth. It is utterl imposs. Underline imposs. To write today.
Bore this. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought." (U11.859) |