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Little
piece
of
steel
iron
.
When
you
hold
out
the
fork
.
Come
.
Come
.
Tip
.
Woman
and
man
that
is
.
Fork
and
steel
.
Molly
,
he
.
Dress
up
and
look
and
suggest
and
let
you
see
and
see
more
and
defy
you
if
you
’
re
a
man
to
see
that
and
,
like
a
sneeze
coming
,
legs
,
look
,
look
and
if
you
have
any
guts
in
you
.
Tip
.
Have
to
let
fly
.
Wonder
how
is
she
feeling
in
that
region
.
Shame
all
put
on
before
third
person
.
More
put
out
about
a
hole
in
her
stocking
.
Molly
,
her
underjaw
stuck
out
,
head
back
,
about
the
farmer
in
the
ridingboots
and
spurs
at
the
horse
show
.
And
when
the
painters
were
in
Lombard
street
west
.
Fine
voice
that
fellow
had
.
How
Giuglini
began
.
Smell
that
I
did
.
Like
flowers
.
It
was
too
.
Violets
.
Came
from
the
turpentine
probably
in
the
paint
.
Make
their
own
use
of
everything
.
Same
time
doing
it
scraped
her
slipper
on
the
floor
so
they
wouldn
’
t
hear
.
But
lots
of
them
can
’
t
kick
the
beam
,
I
think
.
Keep
that
thing
up
for
hours
.
Kind
of
a
general
all
round
over
me
and
half
down
my
back
.
Wait
.
Hm
.
Hm
.
Yes
.
That
’
s
her
perfume
.
Why
she
waved
her
hand
.
I
leave
you
this
to
think
of
me
when
I
’
m
far
away
on
the
pillow
.
What
is
it
?
Heliotrope
?
No
.
Hyacinth
?
Hm
.
Roses
,
I
think
.
She
’
d
like
scent
of
that
kind
.
Sweet
and
cheap
:
soon
sour
.
Why
Molly
likes
opoponax
.
Suits
her
,
with
a
little
jessamine
mixed
.
Her
high
notes
and
her
low
notes
.
At
the
dance
night
she
met
him
,
dance
of
the
hours
.
Heat
brought
it
out
.
She
was
wearing
her
black
and
it
had
the
perfume
of
the
time
before
.
Good
conductor
,
is
it
?
Or
bad
?
Light
too
.
Suppose
there
’
s
some
connection
.
For
instance
if
you
go
into
a
cellar
where
it
’
s
dark
.
Mysterious
thing
too
.
Why
did
I
smell
it
only
now
?
Took
its
time
in
coming
like
herself
,
slow
but
sure
.
Suppose
it
’
s
ever
so
many
millions
of
tiny
grains
blown
across
.
Yes
,
it
is
.
Because
those
spice
islands
,
Cinghalese
this
morning
,
smell
them
leagues
off
.
Tell
you
what
it
is
.
It
’
s
like
a
fine
fine
veil
or
web
they
have
all
over
the
skin
,
fine
like
what
do
you
call
it
gossamer
,
and
they
’
re
always
spinning
it
out
of
them
,
fine
as
anything
,
like
rainbow
colours
without
knowing
it
.
Clings
to
everything
she
takes
off
.
Vamp
of
her
stockings
.
Warm
shoe
.
Stays
.
Drawers
:
little
kick
,
taking
them
off
.
Byby
till
next
time
.
Also
the
cat
likes
to
sniff
in
her
shift
on
the
bed
.
Know
her
smell
in
a
thousand
.
Bathwater
too
.
Reminds
me
of
strawberries
and
cream
.
Wonder
where
it
is
really
.
There
or
the
armpits
or
under
the
neck
.
Because
you
get
it
out
of
all
holes
and
corners
.
Hyacinth
perfume
made
of
oil
of
ether
or
something
.
Muskrat
.
Bag
under
their
tails
.
One
grain
pour
off
odour
for
years
.
Dogs
at
each
other
behind
.
Good
evening
.
Evening
.
How
do
you
sniff
?
Hm
.
Hm
.
Very
well
,
thank
you
.
Animals
go
by
that
.
Yes
now
,
look
at
it
that
way
.
We
’
re
the
same
.
Some
women
,
instance
,
warn
you
off
when
they
have
their
period
.
Come
near
.
Then
get
a
hogo
you
could
hang
your
hat
on
.
Like
what
?
Potted
herrings
gone
stale
or
.
Boof
!
Please
keep
off
the
grass
.
Perhaps
they
get
a
man
smell
off
us
.
What
though
?
Cigary
gloves
long
John
had
on
his
desk
the
other
day
.
Breath
?
What
you
eat
and
drink
gives
that
.
No
.
Mansmell
,
I
mean
.
Must
be
connected
with
that
because
priests
that
are
supposed
to
be
are
different
.
Women
buzz
round
it
like
flies
round
treacle
.
Railed
off
the
altar
get
on
to
it
at
any
cost
.
The
tree
of
forbidden
priest
.
O
,
father
,
will
you
?
Let
me
be
the
first
to
.
That
diffuses
itself
all
through
the
body
,
permeates
.
Source
of
life
.
And
it
’
s
extremely
curious
the
smell
.
Celery
sauce
.
Let
me
.
Mr
Bloom
inserted
his
nose
.
Hm
.
Into
the
.
Hm
.
Opening
of
his
waistcoat
.
Almonds
or
.
No
.
Lemons
it
is
.
Ah
no
,
that
’
s
the
soap
.
O
by
the
by
that
lotion
.
I
knew
there
was
something
on
my
mind
.
Never
went
back
and
the
soap
not
paid
.
Dislike
carrying
bottles
like
that
hag
this
morning
.
Hynes
might
have
paid
me
that
three
shillings
.
I
could
mention
Meagher
’
s
just
to
remind
him
.
Still
if
he
works
that
paragraph
.
Two
and
nine
.
Bad
opinion
of
me
he
’
ll
have
.
Call
tomorrow
.
How
much
do
I
owe
you
?
Three
and
nine
?
Two
and
nine
,
sir
.
Ah
.
Might
stop
him
giving
credit
another
time
.
Lose
your
customers
that
way
.
Pubs
do
.
Fellows
run
up
a
bill
on
the
slate
and
then
slinking
around
the
back
streets
into
somewhere
else
.
Here
’
s
this
nobleman
passed
before
.
Blown
in
from
the
bay
.
Just
went
as
far
as
turn
back
.
Always
at
home
at
dinnertime
.
Looks
mangled
out
:
had
a
good
tuck
in
.
Enjoying
nature
now
.
Grace
after
meals
.
After
supper
walk
a
mile
.
Sure
he
has
a
small
bank
balance
somewhere
,
government
sit
.
Walk
after
him
now
make
him
awkward
like
those
newsboys
me
today
.
Still
you
learn
something
.
See
ourselves
as
others
see
us
.
So
long
as
women
don
’
t
mock
what
matter
?
That
’
s
the
way
to
find
out
.
Ask
yourself
who
is
he
now
.
The
Mystery
Man
on
the
Beach
,
prize
titbit
story
by
Mr
Leopold
Bloom
.
Payment
at
the
rate
of
one
guinea
per
column
.
And
that
fellow
today
at
the
graveside
in
the
brown
macintosh
.
Corns
on
his
kismet
however
.
Healthy
perhaps
absorb
all
the
.
Whistle
brings
rain
they
say
.
Must
be
some
somewhere
.
Salt
in
the
Ormond
damp
.
The
body
feels
the
atmosphere
.
Old
Betty
’
s
joints
are
on
the
rack
.
Mother
Shipton
’
s
prophecy
that
is
about
ships
around
they
fly
in
the
twinkling
.
No
.
Signs
of
rain
it
is
.
The
royal
reader
.
And
distant
hills
seem
coming
nigh
.
