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Bloom
bent
leopold
ear
,
turning
a
fringe
of
doyley
down
under
the
vase
.
Order
.
Yes
,
I
remember
.
Lovely
air
.
In
sleep
she
went
to
him
.
Innocence
in
the
moon
.
Brave
.
Don
’
t
know
their
danger
.
Still
hold
her
back
.
Call
name
.
Touch
water
.
Jingle
jaunty
.
Too
late
.
She
longed
to
go
.
That
’
s
why
.
Woman
.
As
easy
stop
the
sea
.
Yes
:
all
is
lost
.
—
A
beautiful
air
,
said
Bloom
lost
Leopold
.
I
know
it
well
.
Never
in
all
his
life
had
Richie
Goulding
.
He
knows
it
well
too
.
Or
he
feels
.
Still
harping
on
his
daughter
.
Wise
child
that
knows
her
father
,
Dedalus
said
.
Me
?
Bloom
askance
over
liverless
saw
.
Face
of
the
all
is
lost
.
Rollicking
Richie
once
.
Jokes
old
stale
now
.
Wagging
his
ear
.
Napkinring
in
his
eye
.
Now
begging
letters
he
sends
his
son
with
.
Crosseyed
Walter
sir
I
did
sir
.
Wouldn
’
t
trouble
only
I
was
expecting
some
money
.
Apologise
.
Piano
again
.
Sounds
better
than
last
time
I
heard
.
Tuned
probably
.
Stopped
again
.
Dollard
and
Cowley
still
urged
the
lingering
singer
out
with
it
.
—
With
it
,
Simon
.
—
It
,
Simon
.
