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All
are
washed
in
the
blood
of
the
sun
.
Coincidence
I
just
happened
to
be
in
the
Kildare
street
museum
today
,
shortly
prior
to
our
meeting
if
I
can
so
call
it
,
and
I
was
just
looking
at
those
antique
statues
there
.
The
splendid
proportions
of
hips
,
bosom
.
You
simply
don
’
t
knock
against
those
kind
of
women
here
.
An
exception
here
and
there
.
Handsome
yes
,
pretty
in
a
way
you
find
but
what
I
’
m
talking
about
is
the
female
form
.
Besides
they
have
so
little
taste
in
dress
,
most
of
them
,
which
greatly
enhances
a
woman
’
s
natural
beauty
,
no
matter
what
you
say
.
Rumpled
stockings
,
it
may
be
,
possibly
is
,
a
foible
of
mine
but
still
it
’
s
a
thing
I
simply
hate
to
see
.
Interest
,
however
,
was
starting
to
flag
somewhat
all
round
and
then
the
others
got
on
to
talking
about
accidents
at
sea
,
ships
lost
in
a
fog
,
collisions
with
icebergs
,
all
that
sort
of
thing
.
Shipahoy
of
course
had
his
own
say
to
say
.
He
had
doubled
the
cape
a
few
odd
times
and
weathered
a
monsoon
,
a
kind
of
wind
,
in
the
China
seas
and
through
all
those
perils
of
the
deep
there
was
one
thing
,
he
declared
,
stood
to
him
or
words
to
that
effect
,
a
pious
medal
he
had
that
saved
him
.
So
then
after
that
they
drifted
on
to
the
wreck
off
Daunt
’
s
rock
,
wreck
of
that
illfated
Norwegian
barque
nobody
could
think
of
her
name
for
the
moment
till
the
jarvey
who
had
really
quite
a
look
of
Henry
Campbell
remembered
it
Palme
on
Booterstown
strand
.
That
was
the
talk
of
the
town
that
year
(
Albert
William
Quill
wrote
a
fine
piece
of
original
verse
of
distinctive
merit
on
the
topic
for
the
Irish
Times
)
,
breakers
running
over
her
and
crowds
and
crowds
on
the
shore
in
commotion
petrified
with
horror
.
Then
someone
said
something
about
the
case
of
the
s
.
s
.
Lady
Cairns
of
Swansea
run
into
by
the
Mona
which
was
on
an
opposite
tack
in
rather
muggyish
weather
and
lost
with
all
hands
on
deck
.
No
aid
was
given
.
Her
master
,
the
Mona
’
s
,
said
he
was
afraid
his
collision
bulkhead
would
give
way
.
She
had
no
water
,
it
appears
,
in
her
hold
.
At
this
stage
an
incident
happened
.
It
having
become
necessary
for
him
to
unfurl
a
reef
the
sailor
vacated
his
seat
.
—
Let
me
cross
your
bows
mate
,
he
said
to
his
neighbour
who
was
just
gently
dropping
off
into
a
peaceful
doze
.
He
made
tracks
heavily
,
slowly
with
a
dumpy
sort
of
a
gait
to
the
door
,
stepped
heavily
down
the
one
step
there
was
out
of
the
shelter
and
bore
due
left
.
While
he
was
in
the
act
of
getting
his
bearings
Mr
Bloom
who
noticed
when
he
stood
up
that
he
had
two
flasks
of
presumably
ship
’
s
rum
sticking
one
out
of
each
pocket
for
the
private
consumption
of
his
burning
interior
,
saw
him
produce
a
bottle
and
uncork
it
or
unscrew
and
,
applying
its
nozzle
to
his
lips
,
take
a
good
old
delectable
swig
out
of
it
with
a
gurgling
noise
.
The
irrepressible
Bloom
,
who
also
had
a
shrewd
suspicion
that
the
old
stager
went
out
on
a
manœuvre
after
the
counterattraction
in
the
shape
of
a
female
who
however
had
disappeared
to
all
intents
and
purposes
,
could
by
straining
just
perceive
him
,
when
duly
refreshed
by
his
rum
puncheon
exploit
,
gaping
up
at
the
piers
and
girders
of
the
Loop
line
rather
out
of
his
depth
as
of
course
it
was
all
radically
altered
since
his
last
visit
and
greatly
improved
.
Some
person
or
persons
invisible
directed
him
to
the
male
urinal
erected
by
the
cleansing
committee
all
over
the
place
for
the
purpose
but
after
a
brief
space
of
time
during
which
silence
reigned
supreme
the
sailor
,
evidently
giving
it
a
wide
berth
,
eased
himself
closer
at
hand
,
the
noise
of
his
bilgewater
some
little
time
subsequently
splashing
on
the
ground
where
it
apparently
awoke
a
horse
of
the
cabrank
.
A
hoof
scooped
anyway
for
new
foothold
after
sleep
and
harness
jingled
.
Slightly
disturbed
in
his
sentrybox
by
the
brazier
of
live
coke
the
watcher
of
the
corporation
stones
who
,
though
now
broken
down
and
fast
breaking
up
,
was
none
other
in
stern
reality
than
the
Gumley
aforesaid
,
now
practically
on
the
parish
rates
,
given
the
temporary
job
by
Pat
Tobin
in
all
human
probability
from
dictates
of
humanity
knowing
him
before
shifted
about
and
shuffled
in
his
box
before
composing
his
limbs
again
in
to
the
arms
of
Morpheus
,
a
truly
amazing
piece
of
hard
lines
in
its
most
virulent
form
on
a
fellow
most
respectably
connected
and
familiarised
with
decent
home
comforts
all
his
life
who
came
in
for
a
cool
£
100
a
year
at
one
time
which
of
course
the
doublebarrelled
ass
proceeded
to
make
general
ducks
and
drakes
of
.
And
there
he
was
at
the
end
of
his
tether
after
having
often
painted
the
town
tolerably
pink
without
a
beggarly
stiver
.
He
drank
needless
to
be
told
and
it
pointed
only
once
more
a
moral
when
he
might
quite
easily
be
in
a
large
way
of
business
if
—
a
big
if
,
however
—
he
had
contrived
to
cure
himself
of
his
particular
partiality
.
All
meantime
were
loudly
lamenting
the
falling
off
in
Irish
shipping
,
coastwise
and
foreign
as
well
,
which
was
all
part
and
parcel
of
the
same
thing
.
A
Palgrave
Murphy
boat
was
put
off
the
ways
at
Alexandra
basin
,
the
only
launch
that
year
.
Right
enough
the
harbours
were
there
only
no
ships
ever
called
.
