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"Why do you call me naught? You naughty too? O, Mairy lost the pin of her. Bye for today. Yes, yes, will tell you. Want to. To keep it up. Call me that other. Other world she wrote. My patience are exhaust. To keep it up. You must believe. Believe. The tank. It. Is. True." (U11.869) |
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"Folly am I writing? Husbands don't. That's marriage does, their wives. Because I'm away from. Suppose. But how? She must. Keep young. If she found out. Card in my high grade ha. No, not tell all. Useless pain. If they don't see. Woman. Sauce for the gander." (U13.874) |
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"A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on which sat a fare, a young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an indigoblue serge suit" (U11.878) |
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"made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of number five Eden quay" (U11.880)
On this PC of Eden Quay, we see O'Connell bridge and the O'Connell monument. The photograph was taken by Lafayette. |
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This is a PC of Eden Quay taken from an identical vantage point, showing the destruction after the Easter rebellion of 1916. |
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"and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. Eh? This is the jingle that joggled and jingled." (U11.881) |
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"By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.
- Answering an ad? keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. - Yes, Mr Bloom said. Town traveller. Nothing doing, I expect." (U11.884) |
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"They like sad tail at end. P.P.S. La la la ree. I feel so sad today. La ree. So lonely. Dee." (U11.893) |
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"Blot over the other so he can't read. Right. Idea prize titbit. Something detective read off blottingpad. Payment at the rate of guinea per col. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. Poor Mrs Purefoy. U.p: up.
Too poetical that about the sad. Music did that. Music hath charms Shakespeare said." (U11.901) |
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"Quotations every day in the year. To be or not to be. Wisdom while you wait.
In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. One life is all. One body. Do. But do." (U11.905) |
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"Done anyhow. Postal order, stamp. Postoffice lower down. Walk now. Enough. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet them. Dislike that job." (U11.909)
(Image courtesy of the ZJJF) |
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"She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. And look at the lovely shell she brought.
To the end of the bar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he, George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear. - Listen! she bade him." (U11.921) |
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"Bronze by a weary gold, anear, afar, they listened.
Her ear too is a shell, the peeping lobe there." (U11.937) |
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"Been to the seaside. Lovely seaside girls. Skin tanned raw. Should have put on coldcream first make it brown." (U11.938) |
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"Buttered toast. O and that lotion mustn't forget. Fever near her mouth. Your head it simply. Hair braided over: shell with seaweed. Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair? And Turks the mouth, why? Her eyes over the sheet, a yashmak. Find the way in. A cave. No admittance except on business." (U11.940) |