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When
you
feel
like
that
you
often
meet
what
you
feel
.
Liked
me
or
what
?
Dress
they
look
at
.
Always
know
a
fellow
courting
:
collars
and
cuffs
.
Well
cocks
and
lions
do
the
same
and
stags
.
Same
time
might
prefer
a
tie
undone
or
something
.
Trousers
?
Suppose
I
when
I
was
?
No
.
Gently
does
it
.
Dislike
rough
and
tumble
.
Kiss
in
the
dark
and
never
tell
.
Saw
something
in
me
.
Wonder
what
.
Sooner
have
me
as
I
am
than
some
poet
chap
with
bearsgrease
plastery
hair
,
lovelock
over
his
dexter
optic
.
To
aid
gentleman
in
literary
.
Ought
to
attend
to
my
appearance
my
age
.
Didn
’
t
let
her
see
me
in
profile
.
Still
,
you
never
know
.
Pretty
girls
and
ugly
men
marrying
.
Beauty
and
the
beast
.
Besides
I
can
’
t
be
so
if
Molly
.
Took
off
her
hat
to
show
her
hair
.
Wide
brim
.
Bought
to
hide
her
face
,
meeting
someone
might
know
her
,
bend
down
or
carry
a
bunch
of
flowers
to
smell
.
Hair
strong
in
rut
.
Ten
bob
I
got
for
Molly
’
s
combings
when
we
were
on
the
rocks
in
Holles
street
.
Why
not
?
Suppose
he
gave
her
money
.
Why
not
?
All
a
prejudice
.
She
’
s
worth
ten
,
fifteen
,
more
,
a
pound
.
What
?
I
think
so
.
All
that
for
nothing
.
Bold
hand
:
Mrs
Marion
.
Did
I
forget
to
write
address
on
that
letter
like
the
postcard
I
sent
to
Flynn
?
And
the
day
I
went
to
Drimmie
’
s
without
a
necktie
.
Wrangle
with
Molly
it
was
put
me
off
.
No
,
I
remember
.
Richie
Goulding
:
he
’
s
another
.
Weighs
on
his
mind
.
Funny
my
watch
stopped
at
half
past
four
.
Dust
.
Shark
liver
oil
they
use
to
clean
.
Could
do
it
myself
.
Save
.
Was
that
just
when
he
,
she
?
O
,
he
did
.
Into
her
.
She
did
.
Done
.
Ah
!
Mr
Bloom
with
careful
hand
recomposed
his
wet
shirt
.
O
Lord
,
that
little
limping
devil
.
Begins
to
feel
cold
and
clammy
.
Aftereffect
not
pleasant
.
Still
you
have
to
get
rid
of
it
someway
.
They
don
’
t
care
.
Complimented
perhaps
.
Go
home
to
nicey
bread
and
milky
and
say
night
prayers
with
the
kiddies
.
Well
,
aren
’
t
they
?
See
her
as
she
is
spoil
all
.
Must
have
the
stage
setting
,
the
rouge
,
costume
,
position
,
music
.
The
name
too
.
Amours
of
actresses
.
Nell
Gwynn
,
Mrs
Bracegirdle
,
Maud
Branscombe
.
Curtain
up
.
Moonlight
silver
effulgence
.
Maiden
discovered
with
pensive
bosom
.
Little
sweetheart
come
and
kiss
me
.
Still
,
I
feel
.
The
strength
it
gives
a
man
.
That
’
s
the
secret
of
it
.
Good
job
I
let
off
there
behind
the
wall
coming
out
of
Dignam
’
s
.
Cider
that
was
.
Otherwise
I
couldn
’
t
have
.
Makes
you
want
to
sing
after
.
Lacaus
esant
taratara
.
Suppose
I
spoke
to
her
.
What
about
?
Bad
plan
however
if
you
don
’
t
know
how
to
end
the
conversation
.
Ask
them
a
question
they
ask
you
another
.
Good
idea
if
you
’
re
stuck
.
Gain
time
.
But
then
you
’
re
in
a
cart
.
Wonderful
of
course
if
you
say
:
good
evening
,
and
you
see
she
’
s
on
for
it
:
good
evening
.
O
but
the
dark
evening
in
the
Appian
way
I
nearly
spoke
to
Mrs
Clinch
O
thinking
she
was
.
Whew
!
Girl
in
Meath
street
that
night
.
All
the
dirty
things
I
made
her
say
.
All
wrong
of
course
.
My
arks
she
called
it
.
It
’
s
so
hard
to
find
one
who
.
Aho
!
If
you
don
’
t
answer
when
they
solicit
must
be
horrible
for
them
till
they
harden
.
And
kissed
my
hand
when
I
gave
her
the
extra
two
shillings
.
Parrots
.
Press
the
button
and
the
bird
will
squeak
.
Wish
she
hadn
’
t
called
me
sir
.
O
,
her
mouth
in
the
dark
!
And
you
a
married
man
with
a
single
girl
!
That
’
s
what
they
enjoy
.
Taking
a
man
from
another
woman
.
Or
even
hear
of
it
.
Different
with
me
.
Glad
to
get
away
from
other
chap
’
s
wife
.
Eating
off
his
cold
plate
.
Chap
in
the
Burton
today
spitting
back
gumchewed
gristle
.
French
letter
still
in
my
pocketbook
.
Cause
of
half
the
trouble
.
But
might
happen
sometime
,
I
don
’
t
think
.
Come
in
,
all
is
prepared
.
I
dreamt
.
What
?
Worst
is
beginning
.
How
they
change
the
venue
when
it
’
s
not
what
they
like
.
Ask
you
do
you
like
mushrooms
because
she
once
knew
a
gentleman
who
.
Or
ask
you
what
someone
was
going
to
say
when
he
changed
his
mind
and
stopped
.
Yet
if
I
went
the
whole
hog
,
say
:
I
want
to
,
something
like
that
.
Because
I
did
.
She
too
.
Offend
her
.
Then
make
it
up
.
Pretend
to
want
something
awfully
,
then
cry
off
for
her
sake
.
Flatters
them
.
She
must
have
been
thinking
of
someone
else
all
the
time
.
What
harm
?
Must
since
she
came
to
the
use
of
reason
,
he
,
he
and
he
.
First
kiss
does
the
trick
.
The
propitious
moment
.
Something
inside
them
goes
pop
.
Mushy
like
,
tell
by
their
eye
,
on
the
sly
.
First
thoughts
are
best
.
Remember
that
till
their
dying
day
.
Molly
,
lieutenant
Mulvey
that
kissed
her
under
the
Moorish
wall
beside
the
gardens
.
Fifteen
she
told
me
.
But
her
breasts
were
developed
.
Fell
asleep
then
.
After
Glencree
dinner
that
was
when
we
drove
home
.
Featherbed
mountain
.
Gnashing
her
teeth
in
sleep
.
Lord
mayor
had
his
eye
on
her
too
.
Val
Dillon
.
Apoplectic
.
There
she
is
with
them
down
there
for
the
fireworks
.
My
fireworks
.
Up
like
a
rocket
,
down
like
a
stick
.
And
the
children
,
twins
they
must
be
,
waiting
for
something
to
happen
.
Want
to
be
grownups
.
Dressing
in
mother
’
s
clothes
.
Time
enough
,
understand
all
the
ways
of
the
world
.
And
the
dark
one
with
the
mop
head
and
the
nigger
mouth
.
I
knew
she
could
whistle
.
Mouth
made
for
that
.
Like
Molly
.
Why
that
highclass
whore
in
Jammet
’
s
wore
her
veil
only
to
her
nose
.
Would
you
mind
,
please
,
telling
me
the
right
time
?
I
’
ll
tell
you
the
right
time
up
a
dark
lane
.
Say
prunes
and
prisms
forty
times
every
morning
,
cure
for
fat
lips
.
Caressing
the
little
boy
too
.
Onlookers
see
most
of
the
game
.
Of
course
they
understand
birds
,
animals
,
babies
.
In
their
line
.
Didn
’
t
look
back
when
she
was
going
down
the
strand
.
Wouldn
’
t
give
that
satisfaction
.
Those
girls
,
those
girls
,
those
lovely
seaside
girls
.
Fine
eyes
she
had
,
clear
.
It
’
s
the
white
of
the
eye
brings
that
out
not
so
much
the
pupil
.
Did
she
know
what
I
?
Course
.
Like
a
cat
sitting
beyond
a
dog
’
s
jump
.
Women
never
meet
one
like
that
Wilkins
in
the
high
school
drawing
a
picture
of
Venus
with
all
his
belongings
on
show
.
Call
that
innocence
?
Poor
idiot
!
His
wife
has
her
work
cut
out
for
her
.
Never
see
them
sit
on
a
bench
marked
Wet
Paint
.
Eyes
all
over
them
.
Look
under
the
bed
for
what
’
s
not
there
.
Longing
to
get
the
fright
of
their
lives
.
Sharp
as
needles
they
are
.
When
I
said
to
Molly
the
man
at
the
corner
of
Cuffe
street
was
goodlooking
,
thought
she
might
like
,
twigged
at
once
he
had
a
false
arm
.
Had
,
too
.
Where
do
they
get
that
?
Typist
going
up
Roger
Greene
’
s
stairs
two
at
a
time
to
show
her
understandings
.
Handed
down
from
father
to
,
mother
to
daughter
,
I
mean
.
Bred
in
the
bone
.
Milly
for
example
drying
her
handkerchief
on
the
mirror
to
save
the
ironing
.
Best
place
for
an
ad
to
catch
a
woman
’
s
eye
on
a
mirror
.
And
when
I
sent
her
for
Molly
’
s
Paisley
shawl
to
Prescott
’
s
by
the
way
that
ad
I
must
,
carrying
home
the
change
in
her
stocking
!
Clever
little
minx
.
I
never
told
her
.
Neat
way
she
carries
parcels
too
.
Attract
men
,
small
thing
like
that
.
Holding
up
her
hand
,
shaking
it
,
to
let
the
blood
flow
back
when
it
was
red
.
Who
did
you
learn
that
from
?
Nobody
.
Something
the
nurse
taught
me
.
O
,
don
’
t
they
know
!
Three
years
old
she
was
in
front
of
Molly
’
s
dressingtable
,
just
before
we
left
Lombard
street
west
.
Me
have
a
nice
pace
.
Mullingar
.
Who
knows
?
Ways
of
the
world
.
Young
student
.
Straight
on
her
pins
anyway
not
like
the
other
.
Still
she
was
game
.
Lord
,
I
am
wet
.
Devil
you
are
.
Swell
of
her
calf
.
Transparent
stockings
,
stretched
to
breaking
point
.
Not
like
that
frump
today
.
A
.
E
.
Rumpled
stockings
.
Or
the
one
in
Grafton
street
.
White
.
Wow
!
Beef
to
the
heel
.
