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Mr
Bloom
with
his
stick
gently
vexed
the
thick
sand
at
his
foot
.
Write
a
message
for
her
.
Might
remain
.
What
?
I
.
Some
flatfoot
tramp
on
it
in
the
morning
.
Useless
.
Washed
away
.
Tide
comes
here
.
Saw
a
pool
near
her
foot
.
Bend
,
see
my
face
there
,
dark
mirror
,
breathe
on
it
,
stirs
.
All
these
rocks
with
lines
and
scars
and
letters
.
O
,
those
transparent
!
Besides
they
don
’
t
know
.
What
is
the
meaning
of
that
other
world
.
I
called
you
naughty
boy
because
I
do
not
like
.
AM
.
A
.
No
room
.
Let
it
go
.
Mr
Bloom
effaced
the
letters
with
his
slow
boot
.
Hopeless
thing
sand
.
Nothing
grows
in
it
.
All
fades
.
No
fear
of
big
vessels
coming
up
here
.
Except
Guinness
’
s
barges
.
Round
the
Kish
in
eighty
days
.
Done
half
by
design
.
He
flung
his
wooden
pen
away
.
The
stick
fell
in
silted
sand
,
stuck
.
Now
if
you
were
trying
to
do
that
for
a
week
on
end
you
couldn
’
t
.
Chance
.
We
’
ll
never
meet
again
.
But
it
was
lovely
.
Goodbye
,
dear
.
Thanks
.
Made
me
feel
so
young
.
Short
snooze
now
if
I
had
.
Must
be
near
nine
.
Liverpool
boat
long
gone
.
Not
even
the
smoke
.
And
she
can
do
the
other
.
Did
too
.
And
Belfast
.
I
won
’
t
go
.
Race
there
,
race
back
to
Ennis
.
Let
him
.
Just
close
my
eyes
a
moment
.
Won
’
t
sleep
,
though
.
Half
dream
.
It
never
comes
the
same
.
Bat
again
.
No
harm
in
him
.
Just
a
few
.
O
sweety
all
your
little
girlwhite
up
I
saw
dirty
bracegirdle
made
me
do
love
sticky
we
two
naughty
Grace
darling
she
him
half
past
the
bed
met
him
pike
hoses
frillies
for
Raoul
de
perfume
your
wife
black
hair
heave
under
embon
señorita
young
eyes
Mulvey
plump
bubs
me
breadvan
Winkle
red
slippers
she
rusty
sleep
wander
years
of
dreams
return
tail
end
Agendath
swoony
lovey
showed
me
her
next
year
in
drawers
return
next
in
her
next
her
next
.
A
bat
flew
.
Here
.
There
.
Here
.
Far
in
the
grey
a
bell
chimed
.
Mr
Bloom
with
open
mouth
,
his
left
boot
sanded
sideways
,
leaned
,
breathed
.
Just
for
a
few
