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—
I
see
,
the
professor
said
.
He
halted
on
sir
John
Gray
’
s
pavement
island
and
peered
aloft
at
Nelson
through
the
meshes
of
his
wry
smile
.
DIMINISHED
DIGITS
PROVE
TOO
TITILLATING
FOR
FRISKY
FRUMPS
.
ANNE
WIMBLES
,
FLO
WANGLES
—
YET
CAN
YOU
BLAME
THEM
?
—
Onehandled
adulterer
,
he
said
smiling
grimly
.
That
tickles
me
,
I
must
say
.
—
Tickled
the
old
ones
too
,
Myles
Crawford
said
,
if
the
God
Almighty
’
s
truth
was
known
.
Pineapple
rock
,
lemon
platt
,
butter
scotch
.
A
sugarsticky
girl
shovelling
scoopfuls
of
creams
for
a
christian
brother
.
Some
school
treat
.
Bad
for
their
tummies
.
Lozenge
and
comfit
manufacturer
to
His
Majesty
the
King
.
God
.
Save
.
Our
.
Sitting
on
his
throne
sucking
red
jujubes
white
.
A
sombre
Y
.
M
.
C
.
A
.
young
man
,
watchful
among
the
warm
sweet
fumes
of
Graham
Lemon
’
s
,
placed
a
throwaway
in
a
hand
of
Mr
Bloom
.
Heart
to
heart
talks
.
Bloo
.
.
.
Me
?
No
.
Blood
of
the
Lamb
.
