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"Like that haughty creature at the polo match. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. Handsome is and handsome does. Reserved about to yield. The honourable Mrs" (U5.103) |
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"and Brutus is an honourable man. Possess her once take the starch out of her." (U5.105) |
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"- I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of his periodical bends, and what do you call him Bantam Lyons. Just down there in Conway's we were.
Doran, Lyons in Conway's." (U5.107) |
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"Off to the country: Broadstone probably. High brown boots with laces dangling. Wellturned foot. What is he foostering over that change for? Sees me looking. Eye out for other fellow always." (U5.117) |
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"Good fallback. Two strings to her bow.
- Why? I said. What's wrong with him? I said. Proud: rich: silk stockings. - Yes, Mr Bloom said." (U5.119) |
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"He moved a little to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Getting up in a minute.
- What's wrong with him? he said. He's dead, he said. And, faith, he filled up. Is it Paddy Dignam? I said. I couldn't believe it when I heard it. I was with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it in the Arch. Yes, he said. He's gone. He died on Monday, poor fellow. Watch! Watch! Silk flash rich stockings white. Watch! A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between." (U5.124) |
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"Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace street hallway Monday was it settling her garter.
Her friend covering the display of. Esprit de corps. Well, what are you gaping at? - Yes, yes, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Another gone. - One of the best, M'Coy said." (U5.132) |
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"The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat in the sun: flicker, flick." (U5.138) |
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"- My missus has just got an engagement. At least it's not settled yet.
Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks. Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness." (U5.148) |
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"My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the Ulster hall, Belfast, on the twentyfifth." (U5.151) |
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"- That so? M'Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who's getting it up?
Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and. No book. Blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens. Dark lady and fair man. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of envelope." (U5.153) |
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"Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. My missus has just got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheeseparing nose. Nice enough in its way: for a little ballad. No guts in it. You and me, don't you know: in the same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can't he hear the difference? Think he's that way inclined a bit. Against my grain somehow." (U5.183) |
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"Thought that Belfast would fetch him. I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse. Suppose she wouldn't let herself be vaccinated again. Your wife and my wife.
Wonder is he pimping after me?" (U5.188) (Image courtesy of the ZJJF) |
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"Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the multicoloured hoardings. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale (Aromatic)." (U5.192) |