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Admiring
.
Richie
,
admiring
,
descanted
on
that
man
’
s
glorious
voice
.
He
remembered
one
night
long
ago
.
Never
forget
that
night
.
Si
sang
’
Twas
rank
and
fame
:
in
Ned
Lambert
’
s
’
twas
.
Good
God
he
never
heard
in
all
his
life
a
note
like
that
he
never
did
then
false
one
we
had
better
part
so
clear
so
God
he
never
heard
since
love
lives
not
a
clinking
voice
lives
not
ask
Lambert
he
can
tell
you
too
.
Goulding
,
a
flush
struggling
in
his
pale
,
told
Mr
Bloom
,
face
of
the
night
,
Si
in
Ned
Lambert
’
s
,
Dedalus
house
,
sang
’
Twas
rank
and
fame
.
He
,
Mr
Bloom
,
listened
while
he
,
Richie
Goulding
,
told
him
,
Mr
Bloom
,
of
the
night
he
,
Richie
,
heard
him
,
Si
Dedalus
,
sing
’
Twas
rank
and
fame
in
his
,
Ned
Lambert
’
s
,
house
.
Brothers
-
in
-
law
:
relations
.
We
never
speak
as
we
pass
by
.
Rift
in
the
lute
I
think
.
Treats
him
with
scorn
.
See
.
He
admires
him
all
the
more
.
The
night
Si
sang
.
The
human
voice
,
two
tiny
silky
chords
,
wonderful
,
more
than
all
others
.
That
voice
was
a
lamentation
.
Calmer
now
.
It
’
s
in
the
silence
after
you
feel
you
hear
.
Vibrations
.
Now
silent
air
.
Bloom
ungyved
his
crisscrossed
hands
and
with
slack
fingers
plucked
the
slender
catgut
thong
.
He
drew
and
plucked
.
It
buzz
,
it
twanged
.
While
Goulding
talked
of
Barraclough
’
s
voice
production
,
while
Tom
Kernan
,
harking
back
in
a
retrospective
sort
of
arrangement
talked
to
listening
Father
Cowley
,
who
played
a
voluntary
,
who
nodded
as
he
played
.
While
big
Ben
Dollard
talked
with
Simon
Dedalus
,
lighting
,
who
nodded
as
he
smoked
,
who
smoked
.
Thou
lost
one
.
All
songs
on
that
theme
.
Yet
more
Bloom
stretched
his
string
.
Cruel
it
seems
.
Let
people
get
fond
of
each
other
:
lure
them
on
.
Then
tear
asunder
.
Death
.
Explos
.
Knock
on
the
head
.
Outtohelloutofthat
.
Human
life
.
Dignam
.
Ugh
,
that
rat
’
s
tail
wriggling
!
Five
bob
I
gave
.
Corpus
paradisum
.
Corncrake
croaker
:
belly
like
a
poisoned
pup
.
Gone
.
They
sing
.
Forgotten
.
I
too
.
And
one
day
she
with
.
Leave
her
:
get
tired
.
Suffer
then
.
Snivel
.
Big
spanishy
eyes
goggling
at
nothing
.
Her
wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair
un
comb
:
’
d
.
