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—
Yes
,
begad
.
I
remember
the
old
drummajor
.
Mr
Dedalus
struck
,
whizzed
,
lit
,
puffed
savoury
puff
after
—
Irish
?
I
don
’
t
know
,
faith
.
Is
she
,
Simon
?
Puff
after
stiff
,
a
puff
,
strong
,
savoury
,
crackling
.
—
Buccinator
muscle
is
.
.
.
What
?
.
.
.
Bit
rusty
.
.
.
O
,
she
is
.
.
.
My
Irish
Molly
,
O
.
He
puffed
a
pungent
plumy
blast
.
—
From
the
rock
of
Gibraltar
.
.
.
all
the
way
.
They
pined
in
depth
of
ocean
shadow
,
gold
by
the
beerpull
,
bronze
by
maraschino
,
thoughtful
all
two
.
Mina
Kennedy
,
4
Lismore
terrace
,
Drumcondra
with
Idolores
,
a
queen
,
Dolores
,
silent
.
Pat
served
,
uncovered
dishes
.
Leopold
cut
liverslices
.
As
said
before
he
ate
with
relish
the
inner
organs
,
nutty
gizzards
,
fried
cods
’
roes
while
Richie
Goulding
,
Collis
,
Ward
ate
steak
and
kidney
,
steak
then
kidney
,
bite
by
bite
of
pie
he
ate
Bloom
ate
they
ate
.
Bloom
with
Goulding
,
married
in
silence
,
ate
.
Dinners
fit
for
princes
.
