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By
Bachelor
’
s
walk
jogjaunty
jingled
Blazes
Boylan
,
bachelor
,
in
sun
in
heat
,
mare
’
s
glossy
rump
atrot
,
with
flick
of
whip
,
on
bounding
tyres
:
sprawled
,
warmseated
,
Boylan
impatience
,
ardentbold
.
Horn
.
Have
you
the
?
Horn
.
Have
you
the
?
Haw
haw
horn
.
Over
their
voices
Dollard
bassooned
attack
,
booming
over
bombarding
chords
:
—
When
love
absorbs
my
ardent
soul
.
.
.
Roll
of
Bensoulbenjamin
rolled
to
the
quivery
loveshivery
roofpanes
.
—
War
!
War
!
cried
Father
Cowley
.
You
’
re
the
warrior
.
—
So
I
am
,
Ben
Warrior
laughed
.
I
was
thinking
of
your
landlord
.
Love
or
money
.
He
stopped
.
He
wagged
huge
beard
,
huge
face
over
his
blunder
huge
.
—
Sure
,
you
’
d
burst
the
tympanum
of
her
ear
,
man
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
through
smoke
aroma
,
with
an
organ
like
yours
.
In
bearded
abundant
laughter
Dollard
shook
upon
the
keyboard
.
He
would
.
—
Not
to
mention
another
membrane
,
Father
Cowley
added
.
Half
time
,
Ben
.
Amoroso
ma
non
troppo
.
Let
me
there
.
