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Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City Armsº hotel when he used to be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his highness to make himself interesting forº that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he thought he had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing all for masses for herself and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out |7fourpence 4d7| for her methylated spirit telling me all her ailments |4she had too much old chat in her but about politics |aand earthquakesa| and the end of the world let us have a bit of fun first God help the world if all the women were |7'like her her sort7'| |5down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course nobody wanted her to wear themº I suppose she was pious because no man would look at her twice |7'I hope Ill never be like her7'| a wonder she didnt want us to cover our faces5| but4| she was a welleducated woman |4certainly4| and her |7gabby7| talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Riordan there I suppose he was glad to get shut of her and her dog smelling my fur and always edging to get up under my petticoats |4especially then4| still I like that in him polite to old women like that |4and waiters |5and beggars too |8hes not proud out of nothing8| but not always5|4| if ever he got anything really serious the matter with him its much better for them to go into a hospital where everything is clean but I suppose Id have to dring it into him for a month |5yes and then wed have a hospital nurse next thing on the carpet |ahave him staying there till they throw him outa| or a nun maybe like the |asmuttya| photo he has shes as much |7a nun7| as Im not5| yes because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick |5they want a woman to get well5| |4if his nose bleeds
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youd think it was O tragic4| and that dyinglooking one |5|7that used to be doing skirtduty along off7| the south circular5| when he sprained his foot at the choir party at |9'lough Bray the sugarloafº Mountain9'| the day I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst |4old ones4| she could find at the bottom of the basket |9'anything at all to get into a mans bedroom9'| |7with her old maids voice
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trying to imagine he was dying on account of her to never see thy face again7| though he looked more like a man with his beard a bit grown in the bed father was the same besides I hate bandaging and dosing when he cut his toe with the razor paring his corns afraid hed get blood poisoningº |7but if it was a thing I was sick then wed see what attention only of course the woman hides it not to give all the trouble they do7| yes he came somewhere Im sure by his appetite anyway love its not or hed be off his feed thinking of her so either it was one of those night women if it was down there he was really and the hotel story he made up a pack of lies to hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I meet ah yes I met do you remember Menton and who else who let me see that big babbyface I saw him and he not long married flirting with a young girl at Pooles Myrioramaº and turned my back on him |4when he slinked out |7looking quite conscious7|4| what harm but he had the impudence to make up to me one |5times time5| well done to him mouth almighty and his boiled eyes of all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a solicitor only for I hate having a long wrangle in bed or else if its not that its some little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the sly if they only knew him as well as I do yes because the day before yesterday he was scribbling something a letter when I came into the front roomº to show him |4the |8Dignam's Dignams8|4| death in the paper as if something told me and he covered it up with the blottingpaper pretending to be thinking about business so very probably that was it to somebody who thinks she has a softy in him because all men get a bit like that at his age especially getting on to forty he is now so as to wheedle any money she can out of him no fool like an old fool and then the usual kissing my bottom was to hide it not that I care two straws nowº who he does it with or knew before that way though Id like to find out so long as I dont have the two of them under my nose all the time like that slut
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that Mary we had in Ontario terraceº padding out her false bottom to excite him bad enough to get the smell of those painted women off him once or twice I had a suspicion by getting him to come near me |8when I found the long hair on his coat8| without that one |7when I went into the kitchen pretending he was drinking water 1 woman is not enough for them7| it was all his fault of course ruining servants then proposing that she could eat at our table on Christmas dayº |6if you please6| O no thank you not in my house stealing my potatoes and the oysters 2/6 |4a dozen per doz4| going out to see her aunt if you please common robbery so it was but I was sure he had something on with that one it takes me to find out a thing like that he said you have no proof it was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond
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of oysters but I told her what I thought of her suggesting me to go out to be alone with her I wouldnt lower myself to spy on them the garters I found in her room the Friday she was out that was enough for me a little bit too muchº her face swelled |4up4| on her with temper when I gave her her weeks notice I saw to thatº better do without them altogether do out the rooms myself quicker only for the damn cooking and throwing out the dirt I gave it to him anyhow either she or me leaves the house I couldnt even touch him if I thought he was with a dirty |6barefaced6| liar and sloven like that one |6denyingº it up to my face and6| singing about the place in the W C too because she knew she was too well off yes because he couldnt possibly do without it that long so he must do it somewhere and the last time he came on my bottom when was it the night Boylan gave my hand a great squeeze going along by the Tolka |7in my hand there steals another7| I just pressed the back of his like that with my thumb to squeeze back singing the young May Moonº shes beaming love because he has an idea about him and me hes not such a fool |4he said Im dining out and going to the Gaiety4| though Im not going to give him the satisfaction in any case God knows hes aº change in a way not to be always and ever wearing the same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to do it since I cant do it myself a young boy would like me Id confuse him a little |7alone with him if we were |a|8Id8| let him see my garters the new onesa|7| |4and make him turn red4| looking at him |7seduce him I know
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what boys feel with that down on their cheek7| doing that frigging drawing out the thing by the hour question and answer would you do this that and the other with the coalman yes with a bishop yes I would because I told him about some Dean or Bishopº was sitting beside me in the jews Templesº gardens |4when I was knitting that woollen thing4| a stranger to Dublin what place was it and so on about the monuments and he tired me out with statues encouraging him making him worse than he is who is in your mind now tell me who are you thinking of who is it tell me his name who tell me who the Germanº |7emperor Emperor7| is it yes imagine Im him think of him can you feel him |6trying to make a whore of me what he never will6| he ought to give it up now at this age of his life simply ruination for any woman and no satisfaction in it pretending to like it till he comes and then finish it off myself anyway and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all with all the talk of the world about it people make its only the first time after that its just the ordinary do it and think no more about it why cant you kiss a man |8without going and marrying him first8| you sometimes love to wildly when you feel that way so nice all
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over you you cant help yourself I wish some manº or other would take me sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms |4theres nothing like a kiss long and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you4| then I hate that confession when I used to go to Father Corrigan he touched me father |4and what harm if he did4| where and I said on the canal bank like a fool but whereabouts on your person |7my child7| on the leg behind high up was it yes rather high up was it where you sit down yes O Lordº couldnt he say bottom right out and have done with it |4what has that got to do with it4| |6and did you whatever way he put it I forget |ano father and I always think of |bthe realb| fathera| what did he want to know for when I already confessed it to God6| he had a nice fat hand |4the palm moist always4| I wouldnt mind feeling it |5neither would he Id say by |7his the7| bullneck |6in his horsecollar6|5| |4I wonder did he know me in the box |7I could see his face he couldnt see mine7| of course hed never turn or let on4| |9still his eyes were red when his father died theyre lost for a woman of course must be terrible when a man cries let alone them Id like to be
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embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of incense off him like the pope
9| besides theres no danger with a |7priest |s9Priest priests9|7| |4if youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to H H the pope for a penance4| I wonder was he satisfied with me one thing I didnt like his slapping me behind going away so familiarly in the hall though I laughed Im not a horse or an ass am I I suppose he was thinking of his fatherº I wonder is he awake thinking of me or dreaming am I in it |7who gave him that flower he said he bought7| he smelt of some kind ofº drink not whisky or stout |5or perhaps the sweety kind of paste they stick their bills up with5| some liqueurº Id like to sip those richlooking green and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the opera hats |7I tasted once with my finger |adippeda| out of that American that had the squirrel talking stamps with father7| he had all he could do to keep himself from falling asleep after the last time afterº we took the |4|9'claret port9'| and4| potted meat |4and claret it had a fine salty taste4| yes because I felt lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment I popped |5straight5| into bed till that thunder woke me upº God be merciful to us I thought the heavens were coming down about us |5to punish usº5| when I blessed myself and said a Hail Mary like those awful thunderbolts in Gibraltar as if the world was coming to an endº and |6they say then then they come and tell you6| theres no God |4what could you do if it |ablank was running and rushing abouta| nothing only make an act of contrition the candle I lit that evening in |aWilliam Whitefriarsa| street chapel for the month of May see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he heard because he never goes to church
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mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul |ainsidea| only grey matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one4| yes when I lit the lampº because he must have come 3 or 4 times with that tremendous big |4red4| brute of a thing he has I thought the vein or whatever |4the dickens4| they call it was going toº burst |4though his nose is not soo so big4| after I took off all my things |4with the blinds down4| after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it like iron or some kind of a thick crowbar standing all the time he must have eaten oysters I think a few dozen |7he was in great singing voice7| no I never in all my life felt anyone had one the size of that to make you feel full up |7he
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must have |9eaten9| a whole sheep after
7| whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the middle of us orº like a |9'stallion Stallion9'| driving it up into you because thats all they want out of you with that determined vicious look in his |4eyes eyeº I had to halfshut my eyes4| still he hasnt such a |6tremenduous tremendous6| amountº of spunk in him when I made him pullº out and do it on me considering how big it is so much the better in case any of it wasnt washed out properly the last time I let him finish it in me nice invention they made for women for him to get all the pleasure but if someone gave them a touch of it themselves theyd know what I went through with |4Rudy Milly4| nobody would believe |8cutting her teeth too8| and Mina Purefoys husband give us a swing out of your whiskers filling her up with a child or twins once a year as regular as the clock |8|aalways with a smell of children off hera| the one they called budgers or something like a nigger with a shock of hair on it Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I was there a squad of them falling over one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears8| supposed to be healthy |7not satisfied till they have us swollen out like elephants or I dont know what7| supposing I risked having another not off him though still if he was married Im sure hed have a fine strong child but I dont know Poldy has more spunk in him |7yes |athat would thatda| be awfully jolly7| I suppose it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about me and Boylan set him off well he can think what he likes now if thatll do him any good I know they were spooning a bit when I came on the scene he was dancing and sitting out with her the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then he wanted to ram it down my neckº on account of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the standup row over politics he began it not me when he said about Our Lord being a carpenter |8at last he made me cry of course a woman is so sensitive about everythingº I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for I knew he was gone on me8| and the first socialist |9he said He was9| |7he annoyed |8me8| so much I couldnt put him into a temper7| still he knows a lot of mixedupº things especially about the body and the insideº I often wanted to study up that myself what we have inside us in that family physician |4I could always hear his voice talking when the room was
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and watch him4| after that I pretended I had a coolness onº with her over him
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º because he used to be a bit |4on the4| jealous |4side4| whenever he asked who are youº going to and I said over to Floey and he made me the present of |4lord4| Byrons poems and the three pairs of gloves so that finished that I could quite easily get him to make it up any time I know how Id even supposing he got in with her again and was going out to see her somewhere Id know if he refused to eat the onions I know |9several plenty of9| ways |6ask him to tuck down the collar of my blouse or6| touch him with my veil and gloves on going out |8one 18| kiss then would sendº them all spinning however alright well see then let him go to her she of course would only be too delighted to pretend shes mad in love with him that I wouldnt so much |4mind4| |9Id just go to her and ask her do you love him and look her square in the eyes she couldnt fool me9| but he might imagine he was and make a declaration to her |8with his plabbery kind of a mannerº8| like he did to me though I had the devils own job to get it out of him though I liked him for that it showed he could hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking |5he was on the pop of asking me too the night in the kitchen I was rolling the potato cake theres something I want to say to you only for I put him |aoffa| letting on I was in a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty flour |7'in any case I let out too much the night before talking of dreams so I didnt want to let him know more than was good for him7'|5| she used to be always embracing me Josie whenever he was there meaning him of course glauming me over and when I said I washed up and down as far as possible asking me didº you wash possible the women are always egging on to that |5putting it on thick5| when hes there they know by his |5sly5| eye |5blinking a bit |6|atrying to do putting ona| the indifferent6| when they come out with something5| the kind he is what spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he was very handsome at that time trying to look like |~4Lord lordº~|4| Byron I said I liked |4though he was too beautiful for a man4| and he was a little before we got engaged afterwards though she didnt like it so much the day I was in fits of laughing |6with the giggles6| I couldnt stop about all my hairpins falling outº one after another |7with the mass of hair I had7| youre always in great humour she said yes because it
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grigged |4her4| because she knew what it meant |7because I used |8to tell her8| a good bit of what went on between us not all but just enough to make her mouthº water7| but that wasnt my fault |4she didnt darken the door much after we were married4| I wonder what shes |4got4| like now
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after living with that dotty husband of hers she had her face beginning to look drawn |4and run down4| the last time I saw her she must have been just after a row with him because I saw on the moment she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands |4and talk about him to run him down4| what was it she told me O yes that sometimes he used to go to bed with his muddy boots |4on4| when the maggot takes him just imagine having to get into bed with a thing like that that might murder you any moment what a man well its not the one way everyone goes |4mad4| Poldy anyhowº whatever he does always wipes his feet on the mat when he comes in wet or shine and |7always blacks his own boots too and7| he always takes off his hat when he comes up in the street like thenº and now hes going about in his slippers to look for £10000 for a postcard |4U p u pº4| up O Sweetheartº May wouldnt a thing like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take his boots off now what could you make of a man like that Id rather die 20 times over than marry another of |4them their sex4| of course hed never find another woman like me to put up with him the way I do |7know |8me8| come sleep with me7| yes and he knows that too at the bottom of his heart take that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband for what I wonder in love with some other man yes it was found out on her wasnt she the |7downright7| villain to go and do a thing like that |4of course some men can be dreadfully aggravating drive you mad and always the worst word in the world what do they ask us to marry them for if were so bad as all that comes to |ayes because they cant get on without usa| white Arsenic she put in his tea |9offº flypaper wasnt it9| I wonder why they call it that if I asked him hed say its from the Greek leave us as wise as |9we were9| before she must have been madly in love with the other fellow to run the chance of being hanged O she didnt care if that was her nature what could she do besides theyre not brutes enough to go and hang a woman surely |5are they5|4||5.5|
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|5They're theyre5| all so different Boylan talking about the shape of my foot he noticed at once even before he was introduced when I was in the D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to listen I was |4wiggling waggling4| my foot |8we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter8| I saw him looking with his two old maids of sisters when I stood up and asked the girl where it was what do I care with it dropping out of me and that black closed breeches he made me buy takes you half an hour to let them down |4wetting |aalla| myself4| always with some brandnew fad |4every other week4| such a long one I did I forgot my suede gloves on the seat behind that I never got after some robber of a woman and he wanted me to put it in the Irishº Timesº lost in the ladies lavatory D B C Dame street
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finder return to Mrs Marion Bloom
|7'and I saw his eyes on my feet going out through the turning door7'| |7he was looking when I looked back |v8through the swingdoorv8| and I went there |v8for teav8| 2 days after in the hope but he wasnt7| now how did that excite him because I was crossing them when we were in the other room first he meant the shoes that are too tight to walk in my hand is nice like that |9if I only had |athe aa| ring with the stone for my monthº a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for one and a gold bracelet9| I dont like my foot so much still I made |4Poldy him4| spend once with my foot the night after Goodwins botchup of a concert so cold and windy it was well we had that rum in the house to mull and the fire wasnt black out when he asked to take off my stockings lying on the hearthrug in Lombard street westº |8and another time it was my muddy boots hed like me to walk in all the horses dung I could find8| but of course hes not natural |7like the rest of the world7| that I what did he say I could give |8nine 98| points in |8ten 108| to |8Kattie Katty8| Lanner and beat her what does that mean I asked him I forget what he said because the stop pressº edition just passed and the man with the curly hair in the |4Maypole Lucan4| dairy thats so polite I think I saw his face before somewhere I noticed him when I was tasting the butter so I took my time Bartell dArcy too that he used to make fun of when he |4kissed commenced kissing4| me on the choir stairs after I sang |7Gounod's Gounods7| |4Ave Maria Ave Maria4| |7what are we waiting for O my heart kiss me straight on the brown brow and part which is my brown part7| he was pretty hot for all his tinny voice too my low notes he |8said was always
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raving about
8| if you can believe him |8I liked the way he used his mouth singing8| then he said wasnt it terrible to do that there in a place like that I dont see anything so terrible about it Ill tell him about that some day not now and surprise him |6ay and Ill take him there and show |8him8| the very place too |8we did it8| |7so now there you are |8like it or lump it8|7|6| |4he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing |9he hadnt an idea about my mother till we were engaged otherwise hed never have got me so cheap as he did9|4| he was |7much 10 times7| worse himself |9anyhow9| begging me to give him a tiny bit cut off my drawers that was the evening coming along Kenilworth squareº he kissed meº in the eye of my glove and I had to take it off asking me questions is it permitted to inquireº the shape of my bedroom so I let him keep it as if I forgot it to think of me when I saw him slip it into his pocket of course hes mad on the subject of drawers thats plain to be seen |4always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on the bicycles with their skirts blowing up to their navels even when Milly and I were out with him at the open air fete that one in the cream muslin standing right against the
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sun so he could see every atom she had on4| when he saw me from behind following in the rain I saw him before he saw me however standing at the corner of the Harolds cross road with a new raincoat on him |4with the muffler in the Zingari colours to show off his complexion4| and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual what was he doing there where hed no business they can go and get |4anything whatever4| they like |4from anything at all with a skirt on it4| and were not to ask any questions but they want to know where were you where are you going I could feel him coming |4along skulking4| after me his eyes on my neck |9he had been keeping away from the house he felt it was getting too warm for him so I halfturned and stopped then he9| pestered me to say yes till I took off my glove slowly watching him he said my openwork sleeves were too cold for the rain anything for an excuse to put his hand |4near anear4| me drawers drawers |8all the the whole blessed8| time |4till I promised to give him the pair off my doll to carry about in his waistcoat pocket O Maria |8Santissima Santisima8|4| he did look a big fool dreeping in the rain splendid set of teeth he had made me hungry to look at them and |4wanted beseeched |5of5|4| me to lift the orange
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petticoat I had on with theº sunray pleats that there was nobody he said hed kneel down in the wet if I didnt so persevering |s9he would too and ruin his new raincoats9| you never know what freak theyd take alone with you theyre so savage for it if anyone was passing so I |7lifted them a bit and7| touched his trousers outside the way I used to Gardner |5after |8with my ring hand8|5| to keep him from doing worse where it was too public |8I was dying to find out was he circumcised8| he was shaking like a jelly all over |4they want to do everything too quick take all the pleasure out of it4| |9and father waiting all the time for his dinner he told me to say I left my purse in the butchers and had to go back for it what a Deceiver9| then he wrote me that letter with all those words in it how could he have the face to any woman after his company manners making it so awkward after when we met asking me have I offended you with my eyelids down |4of course he saw I wasnt he had a few brains not like that other fool Henny Doyle he was always breaking or tearing something in the charades I hate an unlucky man4| and if I knew what it meant of course I had to say no for form sake |6i dont understand you I said6| and wasnt it natural so it is of course it used to be written up with a picture of a womans on that wall in Gibraltar |4with that word I couldnt find anywhere4| |6only for children seeing it too young6| then writing every morning a letterº sometimes twice a day I liked the way he made love then he knew the way to take a woman |7'when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine
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was the 8thº7'| then I wrote the night he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn |4I couldnt describe it simply4| it makes you feel like nothing on earth but he never knew how to embrace well like Gardner I hope hell come on Monday as he said at the same time four I hate people who come at all hours answer the door you think its the vegetables then its somebody and you all undressed or the door of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the day old |4frostyface4| Goodwin called about the concert in Lombard street |4and I just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew4| dont look at me professor I had to say Im a fright |4yes but he was a real old gent in his way it was impossible to be more respectful4| nobody to say youre out you have to peep out through the blind |7|alike the messengerboy todaya| I thought it
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was a putoff first him sending the port and the peaches first and7| I was just beginning to yawn with nerves |7thinking he was trying to make a fool of me7| when I knew his tattarrattat at the door he must have been a bit late because it was ¼ after |7three 37| when I saw the |7two 27| Dedalus girls coming from school |8I never know the time even that watch he gave me never seems to go properly Id want to get it looked after8| when I threw the penny to that lame sailor |4for England home and beauty |7when I was whistling there is a charming girl I love7|4| and I hadnt even put on my clean shift or powdered myself or a thing then this day week were to go to Belfast just as well |4Poldy he4| has to go to Ennis his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt be pleasant if he did suppose our rooms at the hotel were beside each other and any fooling went on |4in the new bed4| I couldnt tell him to stop and not bother me with him in the next room or perhaps some protestant clergyman with a cough knocking on the wall then |v4hed never he wouldntºv4| believe theº next day we didnt do something its all very well a husband but you cant fool a lover after me telling him we never did anything |7of course he didnt believe me7| no its better hes going where he is besides something always happens with him the time going to the |4Cork Mallow4| Concertº at Maryborough ordering boiling soup for the two of us then the bell rang out he walks down the platform with the soup splashing |4|5on5|4| about taking spoonfuls of it |9hadnt he the nerve9| and the waiter after him making a holy show of us screeching and confusion for the engine to start but he wouldnt pay till he finished it the two gentlemen in the |63(sup)r 3rd class6| carriage said he was quite right so he was too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he gets a thing into his head a good job he was able to open the carriage door with his knife or theyd have taken us on to Cork I suppose that was done out of revenge on him |4O4| I love jaunting in a train or a car |4with lovely soft cushions4| I wonder will he take a 1st class for me he might want to do it
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in the train
by tipping the guard well O I suppose (errthere'll therellºerr) be the usual idiots of men gaping at us with their eyes as stupid as ever they can |5possibly5| be |9that was an exceptional man |athat common workmana| that left us alone in the carriage that day going to Howth Id like to find out something about him9| |9one 19| or |9two 29| tunnels perhaps then you have to look out
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of the window
all the nicer then coming back suppose I never came back what would they say eloped with him that gets you on on the stage the last concert I sang at where its over a year ago when was it |4S. St4| Teresas hall Clarendon St |4slips little chits4| of missies they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her like on account of father being in the army and my singing the absentminded beggar |4and wearing a brooch for lordº Roberts4| |5when I had the map of it all5| and Poldy not Irish enough was it him managed it this time I wouldnt put it past him |4like he got me on to sing in the Stabat Materº by going around saying he was putting |5lead Lead5| Kindly Light to music |8I put him up to that8| till the jesuits found out he was a freemason thumping the piano |5thou lead5| Thou me on copied from some old opera yes and4| he was going about with some of them Sinnerº Fein |4lately4| or whatever they call themselves talking his usual trash and nonsense he says that little man he showed me without the neck is very intelligent the coming man (9Griffiths Griffithº9) is he well he doesnt look it |4thats4| all I can say still it must have been him he knew there was a boycott I hate the mention of theirº politics after the war that Pretoria and Ladysmith and Bloemfontein where Gardner Lieutº Stanley G 8th Bn |5Somerset Lt Infantry killed 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric fever5| |4he was a lovely fellow in |5khaki |8kaki khaki8|5| |8and just the right height over me8| Im sure he was brave too he said I was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the canal lock my Irish beauty he was pale with excitement about going away or wed be seen from the road he couldnt stand properly and I so hot as I never felt4| they could have made their peace in the beginning or old oom Paul and the rest of theº old Krugers go and fight it out between them instead of dragging on for years killing any |4finelooking4| men there were |8with their fever if he was even decently shot it wouldnt have been so |9mad bad9|8| I love to see a regiment pass in review |4the first time I saw the Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was lovely after looking across the bay from Algeciras all the lights of the rock like fireflies4| or those sham battles on the 15 acres the Black Watch with their kilts in time |8at the march past8| |5the |910th9| hussars |9the prince of Wales own9| or the lancers O the lancers theyre grand5| or the Dublins |5that won Tugela5| his father made his money over selling the horses for the cavalry well he
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could buy me a nice present
up in Belfast after what I gave him theyve
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lovely linen up there
or one of those nice kimono things I must buy a mothball like I had before to keep in the drawer with them it would be exciting going roundº with him shopping buying those things in a new city better leave this ring behind want to keep turning and turning to get it over the knuckle there or they might bell it round the town in their papers or tell the police on me but theyd think were married O let them all go and smother themselves for |8all the fat lot8| I care he has plenty of money and hes not a marrying man so |5someone somebody5| better get it out of him if I could find out whether he likes me I looked a bit washy of course when I looked close in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression besides scrooching down on me like that all the time with his big hipbones hes heavy too |4with his hairy chest4| for this heat |4always having to lie down for them4| better for him put it into me from behind the way Mrs |4Galbraith |aCitron Mastianskya|4| told me her husband made her like the dogs do it and stick out her tongue as far as ever she could and he so quiet and mild |4with his tingating cither4| |5you never can can you ever5| be up to men the way it takes them lovely stuff in that blue suit he had on and stylish tie and |4silk socks socks with the skyblue silk things on them4| hes certainly |7'well off welloff7'| |7'I know by the cut his clothes have and his heavy watch7'| but he was like a |4perfect4| devil for a few minutes after he came back with the stop press tearing up the |5ticket tickets5| and swearing blazes because he lost 20 quid he said he lost over that outsider that won and half he put on for me on account of Lenehans tip |4|5cursing him to the lowest pits5| that sponger4| he was making free with me after the Glencree dinner coming back that long joult over the featherbed mountain |7'after the lord Mayor looking at me with his dirty eyes Val Dillon |9that big heathen9|7'| |4I first noticed him at dessert when I was cracking the nuts with my teeth4| I wishedº I could have picked |4every morsel of4| that chicken out of my fingers itº was so tasty and browned and as tender as anything |6only for I didnt want to eat everything on my plate6| those forks and fishslicers were hallmarked silver too I wish I had some I could easily have slipped a couple into my muff |4when I was playing with them |5thenº5|4| always hanging out of them for money in
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a restaurant |5for the bit you put down your throat5| we have to be thankful for our |4mangy4| cup of tea |5itselfº5| as a great compliment to be noticed the way the world is divided in any case if its going to go on I want at least two other good chemises |5for one thing5| and but I dont know what kind of drawers he likes none at all I think didnt he say |v4thenv4| |5yes and5| |4halfº the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them |5that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt make much secret of what she hadnt yes and5|4| the
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second pair of silkette stockings is laddered after one days wear I could have brought them back to (9Sparrows Lewers9) this morning and |8made them kick up a row and made that one8| change them only not to |8upset myself and8| run the risk of walking into him and ruining the whole thing and one of those kidfitting corsets Id want advertised cheap in the Gentlewoman with elastic gores on the hips he saved the one I have but thats no good what did they say they give a delightful figure line 11/6 obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the lower back to reduce flesh my belly is a bit too big Ill have to knock off the stout at dinner |6or am I getting too fond of it6| |4the last they sent from ORourkesº was as flat as a pancake he makes his money easy Larry they call him the old mangy parcel he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a bottle of |5hogwash |6called he |8calls |apalms tried to palma| off as8|6|5| claret that he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear hed die of the drouth4| or I must do a few breathing exercises I wonder is that antifat any good might overdo itº thin ones are not so much the fashion now garters that much I have the violet pair I wore today thats all he bought me out of the cheque he got on the first O no there was the face lotion I finished the last of yesterday that made my skin like new I told him |6over and over again6| get that made up in the same place and dont forget it God only knows whether he did |5after all I said to him5| Ill know by the bottle anyway if not I suppose Ill only have to wash in my piss |4like beeftea or chickensoup4| with some of that opoponax and violet I thought it was beginning to look coarse or old a bit the skin underneath is much finer where it peeled off there on my finger after the burn its a pity it isnt all like that and the four paltry handkerchiefsº about 6/- in all sure you cant get on in this world without style |4all going in food and rent when
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I get it Ill lash it around |5I tell you in fine style I always want to throw a handful of tea into the pot measuring and mincing5| if I buy a pair of old brogues itself do you like those |anewa| shoes yes how much were they4| Ive no clothes at all |7'the brown costume and the skirt and jacket and the one at the cleaners 3 whats that for any woman7'| |4cutting up |5an this5| old hat and patching up the other4| the men wont look at you and women try to walk on you |7because they know youve no man then7| |8with all the things getting dearer every day8| for the |8four 48| years more I have of life up to 35 no Im what am I |5at all5| Ill be |7'thirtythree 337'| in September |7'will I what7'| O well look at that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than me I saw her when I was out last week her beautys on the wane she was a lovely woman magnificent head of hair on her down to her waist |6tossing it back like that6| like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1stº thing I did every morning
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to look across
see her combing it as if she loved it and was full of it pity I only got to know her the day before we left and that Mrs Langtry the Jersey Lilyº the prince of Wales was in love with I suppose hes like the first man going the roads only for the name of a king theyre all made the one way |9only a black mans Id like to try9| a beauty up to what was she |9fortyfive 459| there was some funny story about the jealous old husband what was it at all and an oyster knife he went no he made her wear a kind of a tin thing roundº her and the prince of Wales yes he had the oyster knife cant be true a thing like that like some of those books he brings me the works of Master |4Francis Francoisº4| somebodyº supposed to be a priest about a child born out of her ear because her bumgut fell out a nice word for |4a any4| priest to write |7'and her a—e as if any fool wouldnt know what that meant I hate that pretending of all things7'| with thatº old blackguards face on him |5anyone anybody5| can see its not true and that Ruby and Fair Tyrants he brought me that twice I remember when I came to page 50 the part about where she hangs him up out of a hook with a cord flagellate sure theres nothing for a woman in that all invention |5made up about he drinking the champagne out of her slipper after the ball was over5| like the infant Jesus in the crib at Inchicore in the |5blessed virgins Blessed Virgins5| arms sure no woman could have a child that big taken out of her |7'and I thought first it came out of her side7'| because how could she
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go to the chamber when she wanted to
and she a rich lady |9of course she felt honoured H.R.H. he was in Gibraltar the year I was born I bet he found lilies there too where he planted the tree he planted more than that in his time he might have planted me too if hed come a bit sooner then I wouldnt be here as I am9| he ought to chuck that Freeman with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of it and go into an office or something where hed get regular |8money pay or a bank where he cou they could put him up on a throne to count the money all the day8| of course he prefers plottering about the house so you cant stir with him any side |4whats your programme today4| |7'I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get the smell of a man7'| or pretending to be mooching about for advertisements when he could have been in Mr Cuffes still only for what he did then sending me to try and patch it up I could have got him promoted there to be the manager he gave me a great |9eye mirada9| once or twice first he was as stiff as the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom only I felt rotten simply with the old rubbishy dress that I lost the |5lead leads5| out of the tails with no cut in it but theyre coming into fashion again I bought it simply to please him |4I knew it was no good by the finish4| pity I changed my mind of going to Todd and
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Burns as I said and not Lees
it was just like the shop itself rummage sale a lot of trash |7I hate those rich shops get on your nerves7| nothingº kills me altogether only he thinks he knows a great lot about a womans dress and cooking mathering everything he can scour off the shelves into it if I went by his advices every blessed hat I put on does that suit me yes take that thats alright the one like a weddingcakeº standing up |4miles4| off my head he said suited me or the dishcover one coming down on my |4back backside4| on pins and needles about the shopgirlº in that place in Grafton street I had the misfortune to bring him into and she as insolent as |4ever she4| could be with her smirk saying Im afraid were giving you too much trouble what shesº there for but I stared it out of her yes he was awfully stiff and no wonder but he changed the second time he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual like the soup but I could see him looking very hard at my chest |8when he stood up to open the door for me it was nice of him to show me out in any case8| Im extremely sorry Mrs Bloom believe
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me without making it too marked the first time after him being insulted and me being supposed to be his wife I just half smiled I know my chest was out that way at the door when he said Im extremely sorry and Im sure you were|5.5|

|9yes9| I think he made them a bit firmer sucking them like that so long he made me thirsty titties he calls them I had to laugh yes this one anyhow |8stiff the nipple gets for the least thing8| Ill get him to keep that up and Ill take those eggs beaten up with marsala fatten them out for him what are all those veins and things curious the way its made |8two 28| the same in case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty placed up there |4like those statues in the museum one of them pretending to hide it with her hand are they so beautiful of course compared with the what a man looks like with his two bags full and his other thing hanging down out of |5her him5| or sticking up at you like a hatrack no wonder they hide it with a cabbageleafº |athat disgusting Cameron highlander behind the meat market or that other wretch with the red head behind the tree |9where the statue of the fish used to be9| when I was passing pretending he was pissing standing out for me to see it with his babyclothes up to one side the |5queens Queens5| own
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they were a nice lot its well the Surreys relieved them |9theyre always trying to show it to you every time nearly I passed outside the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to try some fellow or other trying to catch my eyes eye asº if it was one 1 of the 7 wonders of the world O and the stink of those rotten places the night coming home withº Poldy after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade |ato make you feel nice and waterya| I went into 1 of |athose places thema| it was so biting cold I couldnt keep it when was that 93 the canal was frozen yes it was a few months after a |apity aa| couple of the Camerons werent there to see me squatting in the mens place meadero9| I tried to draw a picture of it before I tore it up like a sausage or something I wonder theyre not afraid going about of getting a kick or a bang of something therea| the woman is beauty of course thats admitted4| when he said I could pose for a picture naked to some rich fellow in Holles street when he lost the job in Helys and I was selling the clothes and strumming in the coffee palace would I be like that bath of the nymph
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with my hair down yes only shes younger |4or Im a little like that dirty bitch in that Spanish photo he has nymphs4| used they go about like that I asked himº andº that word met something with hoses in it and he came out with some jawbreakers about the incarnation he never can explain a thing simply the way a body can understand then he goes and burns the bottom out of the pan all for his |9kidney Kidney9| this one not so much theres the mark of his teeth still where he tried to bite the nipple I had to scream out arent they fearful trying to hurt you I had a great breast of milk with Milly enough for two |5what was the reason of that5| he said I could have got a pound a week as a wet nurse all swelled out the morning that delicate looking student that stopped in noº 28 with the Citrons Penrose nearly caught me washing through the window only for I snapped up the towel to my face |4that was his studenting4| hurt me they used toº weaning her till he got doctor Brady to give me the Belladonnaº prescription I had to get him to suck them they were so hard he said it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he wanted to milk me into the tea |4well hes beyond everything4| I declare somebody ought to put him in the budget if I only could remember the |41 one4| halfº of the things and write a book out of it the works of Master Poldy yes and its so much smoother the skin much an hour he was at them Im sure by the clock |9like some kind of a big infant I had at me they want everything in their mouth9| |5all the pleasure those men get out of a woman5| I can feel his mouth O Lord I must stretch myself I wished he was here or somebody to let myself go with |8and come again like that8| |7I feel all fire inside me7| or if I could dream it when he made me spend the 2ndº time tickling me behind with his finger I was coming for about |8five 58| minutes |7'with my legs round him7'| I had to hug him after O Lord I wanted to shout out all sorts of things fuck or shit or anything at all |4only not to look ugly or those lines fromº the strain4| who knows the way hed take it you want to feel your way with a man theyre not all like him thank God |4some of
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them want you to be so nice about it4| I noticed the contrast he does it and doesnt talk I gave my eyes that look with my hair a bit loose from the tumbling and my tongue between my lips up to him |5the savage brute5| Thursday Friday one Saturday two
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Sunday |4three4| O Lord I cant wait till Monday|5.5|

|6Frseeeeeeeefronnnng frseeeeeeeefronnnng6| train somewhere whistling the strength those engines have in them like big giants |4and the water rolling all over and out of them all sides4| like the end of |5loves Loves5| old sweeeetsonnnngº the poor men that have to be out all the night from their wives and families in those roasting engines stifling it was today Im glad I burned the half of those old Freemans and Photo bitsº leaving things like that lying aboutº hes getting very careless and threw the rest of them up in the W C |7'Ill get him to cut them tomorrow for me7'| instead of having them there for the next year to get a few pence for them have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and all those old overcoats I bundled out of the hall making the place hotter than it is thatº rain was lovely |v4and refreshingv4|º just after my beauty sleep I thought it was going to get like Gibraltar my goodness the heat there |8before the levanter came on black as night8| and the glare of the rock standing up in it like a big giant |7compared with their 3 Rock mountain they think is so great7| with the |5red sentries here and there the5| poplars and they all whitehot andº the smell of the rainwater in those tanks watching the sun all the time weltering down on you faded all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me from the B Marche parisº what a shame my |4dear dearest4| Doggerina she wrote on itº she was very nice whats this her other name was just a P Cº to tell you I sent the little present have just had a jolly warm bath and feel a veryº clean dog now enjoyed it wogger she called him wogger wd give anything to be back in |7'G Gib7'| and hear you sing |4Waiting and in old Madrid in old Madrid or Waitingº4| |5Concones Concone5| is the name of those exercises he bought me one of those new some word I couldnt make out shawls amusing things but tear for the least thing |7'still (errthere theyreºerr) lovely I think dont you7'| will always think of the lovely teas we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers I adore well now dearest Doggerina be sure and write soon kind she left out regards to your father also Captainº Grove with love yrsº affly Hesterº x x x x x she didnt look a bit married just like a girl he was years older than her wogger he was awfully fond of me when he held down the wire with his foot for me to step over at the bullfight at La Linea |4when that matador Gomez was given the
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bulls ear
4| theseº clothes we have to wear |4whoever invented them expecting you to walk up a Killiney hill then for example at that picnic all staysed up4| you cant do a blessed thing in them |4in a crowd4| run or jump out of the way
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thats why I was afraid
when that |4other |5ferocious5|4| old |7bull Bull7| began to charge |5the banderilleros |7'with the |asashes and the 2a| things in their hats7'| and the brutes of men shouting bravo toro sure the women were as bad |7'in their nice white mantillas7'| ripping all the whole insides out of those poor horses I never heard of such a thing in all my life yes5| he used to break his heart at me taking off the dog barking |5in |aBell bella| lane |9poor brute and it sick9|5| what became of them ever I suppose theyre dead long ago the |9two 29| of them its like all through a mist makes you feel so old I made the scones of course I had everything all to myself then a girl Hester we used to compare our hair |5mine was thicker than hers5| she showed me how to settle it at the back when I put it up and whats this else how to make a knot on a thread with the one hand |7'we were like cousins7'| what age was I then |6the night of the storm I slept in her bed she had her arms round me then we were fighting in the morning with theº pillow what fun6| he was watching me whenever he got an opportunity at the band on the Alameda esplanade when I was with father and Captainº Grove I looked up at the church first and then at the windows then down and our eyes met I felt something go through me like all needles my eyes were dancing I remember after when I looked at myself in the glass hardly recognisedº myself the changeº |9I had a splendid skin from the sun and the excitement like a rose9| |4I didnt get a wink of sleep4| it wouldnt have been nice on account of her but I could have stopped it in time she gave me the Moonstone to read that was the first I read of Wilkie Collins East Lynne I read and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that other woman |5I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it so as he see I wasnt without5| and Lord Lytton Eugene Aram Molly |5Bawn bawn5| she gave me by Mrs Hungerford on account of the name I dont like books with a Molly in them like that one he brought me about the one from Flanders a whore always shopliftingº anything she could cloth and stuff and yards of it Oº this blanket is too heavy on me thats better I havent even |5a one5|
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decent nightdress this thing gets all rolledº under me besides him and his fooling thats better I used to be weltering then in the heat my shift drenched with the sweat stuck in the cheeks of my bottom on the chair when I |5got stood5| up they were so fattish and firm when I |5stood got up5| on the |6table sofa cushions6| to see with my clothes up and the bugs |6tons of them6| at night and the mosquito nets I couldnt read |5a line5| |4Lord how long ago it seems centuries4| of course they never cameº back and she didnt put her address |4right4| on it either she may have noticed her wogger people were always going away and we never I remember that day with the waves and the boats
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|5with their high heads5| rocking and the smellº ofº ship those |7officers Officers7| uniforms on shore leave made me seasick he didnt say anything he was very serious I had the high buttoned boots on and my skirt was blowing she kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry |5yes5| I believe I did or near it |4my lips were taittering when I said goodbye4| she had a |7gorgeous Gorgeous7| wrap |7'of some special kind of blue colour7'| on her for the voyage |4made very peculiarly to one side like and it was extremely pretty4| it got as dull as the devil after they went |4I was almost planning to run away mad out of it somewhere |7'were never easy where we are father or aunt or marriage7'|4| waiting always waiting to |5gui-ide guiiiide5| him |5to-oo toooo5| me waiting nor |5spee-eed speeeed5| his flying feet |4their damn guns bursting and booming all over the shop |7'especially the Queens birthday7'| and throwing everything down in all directions ifº you didnt open the windows |9when general Ulysses Grant |awhoever he was or did supposed to be some great fellowa| landed off the ship and old Sprague the consulº that was there from before the flood dressed up poor man and he in mourning for the son9| then the4| same old |4|v5bugles forv5|º4| reveille in the morning |5and drums rolling5| and the unfortunate poor devils of soldiers walking about with messtins smelling the place more than the old |9longbearded9| jews |4in their jellibees |8and levites8|4| assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the men to cross the lines and |5the warden marching with his keys to lock the gates and the bagpipes and5| only Captainº Groves and father |4talking about Rorkes drift and Plevna |7'and sir Garnet Wolseley7'| and Gordon at |5Khartoum |9Kartoum Khartoum9|5|4| lighting their pipes for them everytime they went out drunken old devil |4with his grog on the windowsill catch him
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leaving any of it
4| picking his nose trying to think of some other dirty story to tell up in a corner but he never forgot himself when I was there |6sending me out of the room on some blind excuse6| paying his compliments the |4drink Bushmills whisky4| talking of course but hed do the same to the next woman that came along |4I supposeº he died |5from of5| galloping drink ages ago4| the days like years not a letter from a living soul except the odd few I posted to myself with bits of paper in them so bored sometimes I could fight with my nails |8listening to that old Arab with the one eye and his heass of an instrument singing his heah heahº aheah all my |9compriment compriments9| on your hotchapot hotchapotch of your heass8| as bad as now with the hands hanging off me |5looking out of the window if there was a nice fellow even in the opposite house5| |7that idiot medical in Holles street the nurse was after when I put on my gloves and hat at the window to show I was going out not a notion what I meant arent they thick |8never understand what you say even8| youd want to |aput printa| it up on a big poster for them not even if you shake |8their8|
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hands twice |8with the left8| |ahe didnt recognise me either |8when I half frowned at him8| outside Westland row chapela| where does their great intelligence come in Id like to know |8grey matter they have it all in their tail if you ask me8| |9those country gougers up in the City Arms intelligence they had a damn sight less than the bulls and cows they were selling9|7| the meat and the coalmans bell |9that noisy bugger trying to swindle me with the wrong bill he took out of his hat what a pair of paws and9| |7pots and pans and kettles to mend any broken bottles for a poor man today7| and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some advertisement like that wonderworker they sent him |4addressed dear Madam4| only his letter and the card from Milly this morning see she wrote a letter to him who did I get the last letter from O Mrs |4Thornton Dwenn4| now whatº possessed her to write |v4from Canadav4|º after so many years |8to know the recipe I had for |aolla podrida pisto madrilenoa|8| Floey Dillon since she wrote to say she was married to a very rich architect if Im to believe |5it all I hear5| with a villa and eight rooms her father was an awfully nice man he was near seventy always |4'good humour goodhumouredº4'| well now Miss Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the |5piannyer pyannyerº5| |9that was a solid silver coffee service he had too on the mahogany sideboard9| then dying so far away
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I hate people that have always their poor story to tell everybody has their own troubles that poor Nancy Blake died a month ago of acute neumoniaº well I didnt know her so well as all that she was Floeys friend more than mine |v4poor Nancyv4|º its a bother having to answer he always tells me the wrong things and no stops to say like making a speech your sad bereavement symphathyº I always make that mistake and newphewº with |5you 2 double yous5| in I hope hell write me a longer letter the next time if its a thing he really likes me O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted |8to put some heart up into me8| youve no chances at all in this place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter |9his wasnt much and I told him he could write what he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan9| in Oldº Madrid |v4stuffv4|º silly women believe love is sighing I am dying still if he wrote it I suppose thered be some truth in it true or no it fills up your whole day and life always something to think about every moment and see it all roundº you like a new world I could write the answer in bed to let him imagine me short just a few words not those long crossed letters |4Floey Atty4| Dillon used to write to the fellow that |9was something in the four courts that9| jilted her |9after9| out of the ladies letterwriter |7when I told her to say a few simple words he could twist how he liked not7| acting with precipit precipitancyº with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness theres nothing else its all very fine for them
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but as for being a woman
as soon as youre old they might as well throw you out |5into in the bottom of5| the ashpit.

Mulveys was the first when I was in bed that morning and Mrs Rubio brought it in with the coffee she stood there standing when I asked her to hand me and I pointing at them I couldnt think of the word a hairpin to open it with ah horquilla disobliging old thing |8and it staring her in the face8| |4with her switch of false hair on her4| and vain about her appearance ugly as she was |4near |9eighty 80 or a 1009| |5her face a mass of wrinkles5|4| with all her religion |4domineering because she never could get over |s9the Atlantic fleet coming in half the ships of the world ands9| the Union Jack flying |8with all her carabineros8| |9because 4 drunken English sailors took all the rock from them9| and4| because I |6didn't didnt6| run
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into mass
often enough |4in Santa Maria4| to please her |8with her shawl up on her8| |7except when there was a marriage on7| |4with all her miracles of the saints |9and her black blessed virgin with the silver dress9| and the sun dancing 3 times on |5easter Easter5| Sunday morning4| |7'and when the priest was going by with |athe bell bringinga| the vatican to the dying blessing herself for his Majestad7'| an admirer he signed it I near jumped out of my skin I wanted to pick him up when I saw him following me along the Calle Real in the shop window then he tipped me just in passing butº I never thought hed write making an appointment I had it inside my petticoat bodice all day reading it up in every hole and corner |9while father was |aout upa| at the drill instructing9| |4to find out by the handwriting or the language of stamps4| singing I remember shall I wear a white rose |7'and I wanted to put on the old stupid clock to near the time7'| he was the first man kissed me under the Moorish wall |7'my sweetheart when a boy7'| it never entered my head what kissing meant till he put his tongue in my mouth |4his mouth was |asweet like sweetlikea| young4| I put my knee up to him a few times |4to learn the way4| what did I tell him I was engaged for forº fun to the son of a Spanish nobleman |4named Don Miguel de la Flora4| and he believed meº that I was to be married to him in |8three 38| years time theres many a true word spoken in jest |4|7'the flowers that bloom in the spring trala there is a flower that bloometh7'|4| a few things I told him true about myself just for him to be imagining the Spanish girls he didnt like I suppose one of them wouldnt have him I got him excited he crushed all the flowers on my bosom he brought me he couldnt count the pesetas |9and the perragordas9| till I taught him |5Waterford Cappoquin5| he came from he said on the |5black water Blackwaterº5| but it was too short then the day before he left |7|10'may Mayº10'| yes it was May when the |ainfanta| king of Spain was born7| |9Im always like that in the spring Id like a new fellow every year9| up on the tiptop |4of the rock under the rockgun4| near OHaras tower I told him |7'it was struck by lightning and7'| all about theº old
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Barbary |4ape apes4| they sent to Clapham |4without a tail careering all over the show on each others back Mrs Rubio said she was a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of Inces farm and throw stones at you if you went anear4| he was looking at me I had that white blouse on open inº the front to encourage him as much as I could without too openly they
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were just beginning to be plump I said I was tired we lay over the firtree cove a wild place |4I suppose it must be the highest rock in existence4| the galleries and casemates and |4those frightful rocks and Saint Michaels cave with the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down and ladders all the mud plotching my boots Im sure thats the way down the monkeys go under the sea to Africa when they die4| the ships out far like chips |9that was the Malta boat passing yes9| |7the sea7| and the sky you could do what you liked |7|aI coulda| lie there for ever7| he caressed them outside they love doing that its the roundness there I was leaning over him with my white ricestraw hat to take the newness out of it the left side of my face the best my blouse open for his last day |7'transparent kind of shirt he had I could see his chest pink7'| he wanted to touch mine with his for a moment but I wouldnt let him |9he was awfully put out first9| for fear youº never know consumption or leave me with a child |6embarazada6| that old servant Ines told me that one drop even if it got into you at all after I tried with the |7banana Banana7| but I was afraid it might break and get lost up in me somewhereº because they once took something down out of a woman that was up there for years covered with limesalts theyre all mad to get in there where they come out of youd think they could never goº far enough up and then theyre done with you in a way till the next time yes because theres a wonderful feeling there so tenderº all the timeº how did we finish it off yes O yes I pulled him off into my handkerchief pretending not to be excited but I opened my legs I wouldnt let him touch me inside |4my petticoat becauseº I had a skirt opening up the side4| I tormentedº the life out of him first |6tickling him6| I loved rousing that dog in the hotel rrrssssttº awokwokawok his eyes shut and a bird flying below us he was shy all the same I liked him like that moaningº I made him blush a little when I got over him that way when I unbuttoned him and took his out |4and drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it4| theyre all |7buttons Buttons7| men down the middle |4on the wrong side of them4| Molly darling he called me what was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it yes I think a lieutenant he was rather fair he had a laughing kind of a voice so I went roundº to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit
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moustache had he he said hed come back |4Lord its just like yesterday to me4| and if I was married hed do it to me and I promised him yes faithfully Id let him block
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me now flying perhaps hes dead or killed or a Captainº or admiral its nearly 20 years if I said firtree cove he would if he came up behind me and put his hands over my eyes to guess who I might recogniseº him hes young still about |9forty9| |8408| perhaps hes married some girl on the black water |8|aand is quite changed they all do they havent half the character a woman hasa| she little knows what I did with her beloved husband before he ever dreamt of her in the broad daylight too in the sight of the whole world you might say |9they could have put an article about it in the Chronicle9|8| I was a bit wild after |6when I blew out the old bag the biscuits were in fromº |7Albertis Benady Bros7| and exploded it Lord what a bang all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming6| |4coming back the same way |athata| we went |7over middle hill7| round by the old |7guardhouse and |9the9|7| jews burialplace pretending to read out the Hebrew on them4| I wanted to fire his pistol he said he hadnt one |4he didnt know what to make of me4| with his peakº cap on |4that he always wore crooked |9as often as I settled it straight9| H M S |5Bellisle Calypso5|4| swinging my hat that old |7'bishop Bishop7'| that spoke off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak caps and the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me more money I suppose theyre called after him I never thoughtº that would be my name Bloom when I used to write it in print to see how it looked |4on a visiting card4| or practising for the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre looking blooming Josie used to say after I married him well its better than Breen |9or Briggs does brig9| or those awful names with bottom in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some other kind of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt go mad about either |7'or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan7'| |9my mother whoeverº she was might have given me a nicer name the Lord knows after the lovely one she had Luna Lunita Laredo9| the fun we had running along Willissº road to Europaº point twisting in and out |4all round the other side of Jersey4| they were shaking and dancing about in my blouse like Millys little ones now when she runs up the stairs |6I loved looking |adowna| at them6| I was jumping up at the pepper trees |6and
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the white poplars6| pulling the leaves off and throwing them at him he went to India he was to write the voyages those men have to make to the ends of the world and back |4its the least they might get a squeeze or two at a woman while they can going out to be drowned or blown up somewhere4| I went up windmillº hill to the flats that |4Sunday4| morning with Captainº Rubios that was dead spyglass |7like the sentry had7| he said hed have one orº two from on board I wore that frock from the B Marche |7'Paris parisº7'| and the coral necklace |8the straits shining8| I could see over to Morocco almost |4the bay of Tangier
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and the Atlas mountain with snow on it4| and the straits like a river so clear Harry Molly Darlingº |4I was thinking of him on the sea all the time after at mass when my petticoat began to slip down at the elevation4| weeks and weeks I kept the handkerchiefº under my pillow for the smell of him there was no decent perfume to be got in that Gibraltar only thatº cheap peau dEspagneº that faded and left a stink on you more than anything else I wanted to give him a memento he gave me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I gave Gardner going to southº Africa where those Boers killed him |5with their war and fever5| but they were well beaten all the same as if it brought its bad luck with it |7'like an opal or pearl7'| |~7still~|7| itº must have been pure 18º carrotº gold because it was very heavy |v4but what could you get in a place like that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that derelict ship that came up to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he hadn't a moustache that was Gardner yesv4|º I can see his face cleanshavenº Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong thatº train again weepingº tone onceº in the dear |5de-ead deaead5| days beyondre call closeº my eyes breath my lips forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world the mists began I hate that istsbegº comesº loves sweet sooooooooooongº Ill let that out |8full8| |7when I get in front of the footlights again7| |8full8| Kathleen Kearney and her lot of squealers |7'Miss This Miss That Miss Theother |9lot of sparrowfarts9|7'| |5skitting around talking about politics they know as much about as my backside anything in the world to make themselves someway interesting5| |8Irish |9homemadeº9| beauties8| |7soldiers daughter am I ay and whose are you bootmakers and publicansº I beg your pardon coach I thought you were a wheelbarrow7| |4theyd die down dead |7off their feet7| if |5they ever ever they5| got a chance of walking down the Alameda on an officers arm like me on the bandnight4| my eyes flash my bust that they havent passion God help their |5poor5| head I knew
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more about men and life when I was 15 than theyll all know at 50 they dont know how to sing a song like that Gardner said no man could look at my mouth and teeth smiling like that and not think of it |4I was afraid he mightnt like my accent first he so English4| |9all father left me in spite of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and figure anyhow he always said there theyre so snotty about themselves some of those cads he wasnt a bit like that he was dead gone on my lips9| let them get a husband first thats fit to be looked at and a daughter like mine or see if they can excite a swell with money that can pick and choose whoever he wants like Boylan to do it |55 or 6 4 or 55| times locked in each others arms or the voice either |9I could have been a prima donna only I married him9| comes |5lo-oves looooves5| old deep down chin back not too much make it double |4My Ladys Bower is too long for an encore |aabout the moated grange at twilight and |5vaulted vaunted5| roomsa| yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the south that he gave after the choirstairs performance4| |5Ill change that lace on my black dress to show off my bubs and Ill yes by
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God Ill get that big fan mended5| |6make them burst with envy6| my hole is itching me |7'always when I think of him I feel I want to7'| I feel some wind in me better go easy not wake him have him at it again slobbering after washing every bit of myself back belly and sides |8if we had even a bath itself |9or my own room anyway9|8| I wish hed sleep in some bed by himself with his cold feet on me give us room even to let a fart God or do the least thing better yes hold them like that a bit on my side pianoº quietly sweeeee theres that train far away pianissimo |4eeeee eeeeeeeeº4| one more tsongº |5.5|

|5That that5| was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free |5who knows if that pork chop I took with my cup of tea after was quite good with the heat I couldnt smell anything off it Im sure that queerlooking man in the porkbutchers is a great rogue5| I hope that lamp is not smoking fill my nose up with smuts better than having him leaving the gas on all night I couldnt rest easy in my bed in Gibraltar even getting up to see why am I so damned nervous about that though I like it in the winter its more company O Lord it was rotten cold too that winter when I was only about ten was I yes I had the big doll with all the funny clothes dressing her up and undressing that icy wind skeeting
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across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the fire with the little bit of a short shift I had up to heat myself I loved dancing about in it then make a race back into bed Im sure that fellow opposite used to be there the whole time watching with the lights out in the summer and I in my skin hopping around I used to love myself then stripped at the washstand dabbing and creaming |7'only when it came to the chamber performance I put out the light too so then there were 2 of us7'| goodbyeº to my sleep for this night anyhow I hope hes not going to get in with those medicals leading him astray to imagine hes young again coming in |7'waking me up7'| at |7'2 47'| in the morning it must be if not more |7'still he had the manners not to wake me7'| what do they find to gabber about all night squandering money and getting drunker and drunker |6couldnt they drink water6| then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea andº |7'Finnan Findon7'| haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose well have him sitting up like |5a the5| king |5of the country5| pumping the wrong end of the spoon up and down in his egg wherever he learned that |7'from7'| and I love to hear him falling up the stairs of a morning with the cups rattling on the tray and then play with the cat |5she rubs up against you for her own sake5| I wonder has she fleas shes as bad as a woman always licking and lecking but I hate their claws I wonder do they see anything that we cant staring like that |9when she sits at the top of the stairs so long and listening as I wait9| always
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what a robber too that lovely fresh |5plaice (errplace plaiceº10)5| I bought I think Ill get a bit of fish tomorrow or today |5it is is it5| Friday yes I will with some blancmange with black currant jam like long ago not those 2 lb pots of mixed plum and apple from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far only for the bones I hate those eels cod yes Ill get a nice piece of cod Im always getting enough for 3 forgetting anyway Im sick of that everlasting butchers meat |5from Buckleys |6loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton6| |9and calfs pluck9| |7'the very name is enough7'|5| or a picnic suppose we |6all gave 5/-º each and or let him pay itº and invite some other woman for him who Mrs Fleming and6| (errdrove driveºerr) out to the furry glen or the strawberry beds |7'wed have him examining all the horses toenails first |alike he does with the lettersa| no
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not with Boylan there yes7'| with some cold veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are little houses down at the bottom of the banks there on purpose but its |4so as4| hot as blazes he says not a bank holiday anyhow I hate those ruck |9of Mary Ann coalboxes9| out for the day Whit Monday is a cursed day too no wonder that bee bit him better the seaside but Id never again in this life get into a boat with him after him at Bray telling the boatmanº he knew how to row if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the gold cup hed say yes |5missing5| then it came on to get rough the old thing crookeding about and the weight all down my side telling meº pull the right reins now pull the left and the tide all swamping in |5floods |aina|5| throughº the bottom and his oar slipping out of the stirrup its a mercy we werent all drowned he can swim of course me no theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his flannel trousers Id like to have tattered them down off him before all the people and give him what that one calls flagellate |6till he was black and blue6| do him all the good in the world only for that longnosed chap I dont know who he |4is4| with that other beauty Burke out of the City Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the slip |6always where he wasnt wanted if there was a row on6| youd vomit a better face |7there was no love lost between us thats 1 consolation7| I wonder what kind is that book he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of fashion some other Mr de Kock I suppose the people gave him that nickname going about with his tube from one woman to another I couldnt even change my new white shoes all ruined with the saltwater |8and the hat I had with that feather all blowy and tossed on me8| how annoying and provoking because the smell of the sea excited me of course the sardines and the bream in Catalan bay round the back of the rock they were fine all silver in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred they said came from Genoa and the tall old chap with
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the earrings I dont like a man you have to climb up to to get at I suppose theyre all dead and rotten long ago besides I dont like being alone inº this big barracks of a place at night I suppose Ill have to put up with it I never brought a bit of salt in even when we moved in the confusion musical academy he was going to make on the first floor drawingroom with a
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brassplate |7lik or Blooms private hotel he suggested |9go and ruin himself altogether the way his father did |adowna| in Ennis9|7| like all the things he told father he was going to do and me but I saw through him telling me all the lovely places we could go for the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the gondolas and the lake of Como he had a picture cut out of some paper of and mandolines and lanterns O how nice I said whatever I liked he was going to do immediately if not sooner will you be my man will you carry my can he ought to get a leather medal with a putty rim for all the plans he invents then leaving us here all day youd never know what old beggar at the door for a crust with his long story might be a tramp and put his foot in the way to prevent me shutting it like that picture of that hardened criminal he was called in Lloydsº Weekly newsº 20 years in jail then he comes out and murders an old woman for her money imagine his poor wife or mother or whoever she is such a face youd run miles away from I couldnt rest easy till I bolted all the doors and windows to |5makesure make sure5| but its worse again being locked up like in a prison or a madhouse they ought to be all shot or the cat of nine tails a big brute like that that would attack a poor old woman to murder her in her bed Id cut them off him so I would not that hed be much use still better than nothing the night I |7thought was sure7| I heard burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a candle and a poker |9as if he was looking for a mouse9| as white as a sheet frightened out of his wits making as much noise as he possibly could for |4their the burglars4| benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows still its the feeling especially now with Milly away such an idea for him to send the girl down there to learn to take photographs |7on account of his grandfather instead of sending her to Skerrysº academy where shed have to learn not like me |8getting all 1sº at school8|7| only hed do a thing like that all the same on account of me and Boylan thats why he did it Im certain the way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt turn round with her in the place lately |7'unless I bolted the door first7'| gave me the fidgets coming in without knocking first when I put the chair against the door just as I was washing myself there |4below4| with the glove get on your nerves then doing the loglady all day put
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her in a glasscase
with two at a time to look at her ifº he knew she broke off the hand off that little gimcrack statue with her roughness and carelessness |7'before she left7'| that I got that little Italian
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boy to mend so that you |4wouldnt cant4| see the join
for |9two 29| shillings wouldnt even teem the potatoes for you of course shes right not to ruin her hands I noticed he was always talking to her lately at the table explaining things in the paper and she pretending to understand sly of course that comes from his side of the houseº he cant say I pretend things can he Im too honest as a matter of fact |7'and helping her into her coat but if there was anything wrong with her its me shedº tell not himº7'| I suppose he thinks Im finished out and laid on the shelf well Im not no nor anything like it |6well see well see now6| shes well on for flirting too with Tom Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those romps of Murray girls calling for her can Milly come out please shes in great demand to pick what they can out of her round in Nelson street riding Harry Devans bicycle at night its as well he sent her where she is she was just getting out of bounds wanting to go on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes |6through their nose6| I smelt it off her dress when I was biting off the thread of the button I sewed on to the bottom of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me |5I tell you5| only I oughtnt to have stitched it and it on her it brings a parting and the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it comes out no matter what they say her tongue is |6a bit6| too long for my taste your blouse is open too low she says to me the pan calling the kettle blackbottom and I had to tell her not to cock her legs up like that on show on the windowsill before all the people passing they all look at her like me when I was her age of course any old rag looks well on you then a great touchmenot too in her own way at the Only Way in the Theatre royal take your foot away out of that I hate people touching me afraid of her life Id crush her skirt with the pleats a lot of that touching must go onº in theatres in the crush in the dark theyre always trying to wiggle up to you that fellow in the pitº at the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time Ill ever go there to be squashed like that for any Trilby |4or |6her6| barebum4| every two minutes tipping me there and looking away hes a bit daft I think I saw him
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after trying to get near two stylishdressedº ladies outside Switzers window at the same little game I recognised him on the moment |6the face and everything6| but he didnt remember me andº she didnt even want me to kiss her at the Broadstone going away well I hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her the way I did when she was down with the mumps |6and her glands swollen6| wheres this and wheres that of course she cant feel anything deep yet I never came properly till I was what |8twentytwo 228| or so |7'it went into the wrong place always7'| only the usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly writing to her in white ink on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she clapped
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when the curtain came down because he looked so handsome then we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and supper I thought to myself afterwards it must be real love if a man gives up his life for her that way for nothing I suppose there are aº few men like that left its hard to believe in it though unless it really happened to me the majority of them with not a particle of love in their natures to find two people like that nowadays full up of each other |8that would |9feel9| the same |awaya| as you do8| theyre usually a bit foolish in the head |9his father must have been a bit queer to go and poison himself after her still poor old man I suppose he felt lost9| shesº always making love to my things too the few old rags I have wanting to put her hair up at |7fifteen 157| my powder too only ruin her skin on her shes time enough for that all her life after of course shes restless knowing shes pretty |9with her lips so red a pity they wont stay that way9| I was too but theres no use going to the fair with the thing answering me like a fishwoman when I asked to go for a half a stone of potatoes the day we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the trottingmatches and she pretended not to see us in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent grand enough till I gave her |6a |a1 2a|6| damn fine |6crack cracks6| across the ear for herself take that now for answering me like that |6and that for your impudence6| she had me that exasperated |6of course |8contradicting8| |7'I was badtempered too because how was it |8there was a weed in the tea or8| I didnt sleep the night before cheese I ate was it and I told her over and over again not to leave knives crossed like that7'| because she has nobody to command her as she said herself well if he
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doesnt correct her faith I will
6| that was the last time she turned on the teartap I was just like that myself they darent order me about the place its his fault of course having the two of us slaving here instead of getting in a woman long ago am I ever going to have a proper servant again |8of course then shed see him coming Id have to let her know or shed revenge it arent they a nuisance8| that old Mrs Flemingº you have to be walking round after her putting the things into her hands sneezing and farting into the pots well of course shes old she cant help it a good job I found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the dresser I knew there was something and opened the windowº to let out the smell bringing in his friends to entertain them |9like the night he walked home with a dog if you please that might have been mad9| especially Simon Dedalus son his father such a criticiser with his glasses up with his tall hat on him at the cricket match and a great big hole in his sock one thing laughing at the other and his son that got all those prizes for whatever he won them in the intermediate imagine |6climbing over the railings if
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anybody saw him that knew |7'him us7'| Iº wonder he didnt tear a |abiga| hole in his grand funeral trousers |8as if the one nature gave wasnt enough for anybody8|6| hawking him down into the dirty old kitchen now is he right in his head I ask |9pity it wasnt washing day9| my old pair of drawers might have been hanging up too on the line |4for on4| exhibition for all hed ever care with the ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might think was something else and she never even rendered down the fat I told her and now shes going such as she was on account of her paralysed husband getting worse theres always something wrong with them disease or |8they have to go under an operation or8| if its not that its drink and |7'he beats her7'| Ill have to hunt around again for someone |8every day I get up theres some new thing on8| sweet God sweet God well when Im stretched out dead in my grave I suppose Ill have some peace I want to get up a minute if Im let wait O Jesus wait yes that thing has come on me yes now wouldnt that afflict youº of course all the poking and rooting |9and ploughing9| he had up in me now what am I to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that pester the soul out of a body unless he likes it
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some men do
God knows theres always something wrong with us |5five days 5 days5| |4every4| every 3 or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply sickening that night it came on me like that the one |8and only8| time weº were in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to see Mrs Kendal and her husband at the Gaiety something he did about insurance for him inº Drimmies I was fit to be tied though I wouldnt give |4him in4| with that gentleman of fashion staring down at me with his glasses and him the other side of me talking about Spinoza and his soul thats dead I suppose |5thousands millions5| of years ago I smiled the best I could all in a swamp leaning forward as if I was interested having to sit it out then to the last tag I wont forget that wife of Scarli in a hurry supposed to be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the gallery hissing |4her the woman adulteress he shouted4| I suppose he went and had a woman in the next lane running round all the back ways after to make up for it I wish he had what I had then hed boo I bet the cat itself is better off than us have we too much blood up in us or what O patience above its pouring out of me like the sea anyhow he didnt make me pregnant as big as he is I dont want to ruin the clean sheets |v4I just put on I supposev4|º the clean linen I wore brought it on too damn it damn it and they always want to see a stain on the bed to know youre a virgin for them all thats troubling them theyre such fools too you could be a widow or divorced |7forty 407| times over a daub of red ink would do or blackberry juice no thats too purply O |7Jamesy7| let me up out of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that business for women what between clothes and cooking and children this
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damned old bed too jingling like the dickens I suppose they could hear us away over the other side of the |7town park7| till I suggested to put the quilt on the floor with the pillow under my bottom I wonder is it nicer in the day I think it is easy I think Ill cut all this hair off me there scalding me I might look like a young girl |8wouldnt he get the |atakein great suckina| the next time he turned up my clothes |aon mea| Id give anything to |awatch seea| his face8| wheres the chamber gone easy Ive a holy horror of its breaking under me after that old commode I wonder was I too heavy sitting on his knee |9I made him sit on the easychair purposely9| |5when I took off only my blouse and skirt first |8in the other room8|5| he was so busy |7'where he oughtnt to be7'| he
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never felt |4me4| |9I hope my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits9| easy God I remember one time I could |5do scout5| it out straight whistling like a man almost easy O Lord how noisy |6I hope theyre bubbles on it for a wad of money from some fellow |7Ill have to perfume it in the morning dont forget7|6| I bet he never saw a better pair of thighs than that look how white they are the smoothest place is right there between |5this bit here how soft like a peach easy God I wouldnt mind being a man and get up on a lovely woman |aO Lord what a row youre makinga| like the jersey lily5| easy easy O how the waters come down at Lahore|5.5|

|7'I wonder who knows7'| is there anything the matter with my insides |9or have I something growing in me9| getting that thing like that every week when was it last I Whit Monday yes its only about |7'three 37'| weeks I ought to go to the doctor only it would be like before I married him when I had that white thing coming from me and Floey made me go to that dry old stick Dr Collins for womens diseases on Pembroke road your vagina he called |4it4| I suppose thats how he got all the gilt mirrors and carpets getting round those rich ones off Stephens green running up to him for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her cochinchina theyve money of course so theyre all right I wouldnt marry him not if he was the last man in the world |9besides theres something queer about doct their children always9| smelling around those filthy bitches all sides asking me if what I did had an offensive odour what did he want me to do but the one thing gold maybe what a question if I smathered it all over his wrinkly old face for him |9with all my comprimentsº9| I suppose hed know then |5and could you pass it easily pass what I thought he was talking about the rock of Gibraltar the way he put it5| thats a very nice invention too by the way only I like letting myself down after |8in the hole8| as far as I can squeeze and pull the chain then to flush it nice cool pins and needles still theres something in it I suppose I always used to know by Millys when she was a child whether she |8was well had worms8| or not still all the same paying him for that how much
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is that doctor one guinea please and asking me had I frequent omissions where do those old fellows get all the words they have omissions with his shortsighted eyes on me cocked sideways I wouldnt trust him too far to give me
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or God knows what else |6still I liked him when he sat down to write the thing out frowning so severe |7his nose intelligent like that you be damned you lying |8bitch strap8|7| O anything no matter who except an idiot6| he was clever enough to spot that of course that was all thinking of him and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with your glorious |8body Body8| everything underlined that comes from it is a thing of beauty and of joy for ever something he got out of some |7nonsensical7| book that he had me always at myself |8four 48| andº |8five 58| times a day sometimes and I said I hadnt are you sure O yes I said I am quite sure in a way that shut him up I knew what was coming next only natural weakness it was he excited me I dont know how the first night ever we met when I was living in Rehoboth terrace we stood staring at one another for about 10 minutes |7'as if we met somewhere |9I suppose on account of my being jewess looking after my mother9|7'| he used to amuse me the things he said with the half sloothering smile on him and all the Doyles said he was going to stand for a member of |8parliament Parliament8| O wasnt |4it I4| the |9born9| fool to believe all his blather about home rule and the land league sending me that long strool of a song out of the Huguenots to sing in French to be more classy O beau pays de la Touraine that I never even sang once |7'explaining and rigmaroling about religion and persecution he wont let you enjoy anything naturally7'| then might he as a great favour the very 1stº opportunity he got a chance in Brighton square running into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his hands to wash it off with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to use and the gelatine still round it O I laughed myself sick at him that day I better not make an |5allnight (erralnight all nightº10)5| sitting on this affair they ought to make |7them chambers7| a |8bit bigger natural size8| so that a woman could sit on it properly he kneels down to do it I suppose there isnt in all creation another man with the habits he has look at the way hes sleeping at the foot of the bed |8how can he without a hard bolster |aso low Id snore my head offa|8| its well he doesnt kick or he might knock out all my teeth breathing with his hand on his nose like that Indian god he took me to show one wet Sunday in the museum in Kildare street all yellow in a pinafore lying on his side on his hand with his ten toes sticking out that he said was a bigger religion than
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the jews and Our Lords
|4|8both8| put4| together all over Asia imitating him as hes always imitating everybody I suppose he used to sleep at the foot of the bed too with his big square feet up in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing anyway wheres this those napkins
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are ah yes I know I hope the old press doesnt creak ah I knew it would hes sleeping hard |6had a good time somewhere6| still she must have given him great value for his money of course he has to pay for it from her O this nuisance of a thing I hope theyll have something better for us in the other world tying ourselves up God help us thats all right for tonight now the lumpy old jingly bed always reminds me of old Cohen I suppose he scratched himself in it often enough |9and he thinks father bought it fromº Lord Napier |athat I used to admire when I was a little girla| because I told him9| easy piano |6O I like my bed6| God here we are as bad as ever after |7sixteen 167| years |6how many houses were we in at all |7Raymond terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard street and Holles street and he goes about whistling every time were on the run again his huguenots or the frogs march |apretending to help the men with our 4 sticks of furniturea| and then the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving all their stinks after them always know who was in there last7|6| every time were just getting on right something happens or he puts his big foot in it Thoms and Helys and Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going to be run into prison over his old lottery tickets |athat was to be all our salvationsa| or he goes and gives impudence well have him coming home with the sack soon out of the Freeman too like the rest on account of those Sinner Fein or the freemasons then well see if the little man he showed me dribbling along in the wet all by himself round by Coadys lane will give him much consolation that he says is so capable and sincerely Irish he is indeed judging by the sincerity of the trousers I saw on him wait theres Georges church bells wait |7three 37| quarters the hour |7one two |a1 2 on 1º wait 2a|7| oclock well thats a nice hour |8of the night8| for him to be coming home at to anybody climbing down into the area if anybody saw him Ill knock him off that little habit tomorrow first Ill |7look at his shirt to see or Ill7| see if he has that French letter still in his pocketbook
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I suppose he thinks I dont know |8deceitful men |athe havent all their 20a| pockets |aarenta| enough for their lies then why should we tell them |aevena| if its the truth they dont believe you8| then tucked up in bed like those babies in the Aristocrats Masterpiece he brought me another time as if we hadnt enough of that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever his name is disgusting you more with those rotten pictures children with two heads and no legs thats the kind of villainy theyre always dreaming about with not another thing in their empty heads |7they ought to get slow poison the half of them7| then tea and toast for him |5buttered on both sides5| and newlaid eggs I suppose Im nothing any
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more when I wouldnt let |4him4| lick me in Holles street one night man man tyrant as ever for the one thing he slept on the floor half the night naked |7l the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them7| and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word wanting to be petted so I thought I stood out enough for one time and let him he does it all wrong too thinking only of his own pleasure |8his tongue is too flat or I dont know what8| he forgets that wethen I dont Ill make him do it again if he doesnt mind himself |7'and |9sleep down lock him down to sleep9| in the coalcellar |8with the blackbeetles8|7'| I wonder was it her Josie |4off her head with my castoffs4| hes such a born liar too no hed never have the courage with a married woman thats why he wants me and Boylan though as for |7her7| Denis as she calls him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt call him a husband yes its some little bitch hes got in with even when I was with him with Milly at the College races that Hornblower with the |5childs5| |7hat bonnet7| on |4him |6the top of6| his nob4| let us into |5by the back way5| he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those two |5doing skirt duty up and down5| I tried to wink at him first no use of course and thats the way his money goes this is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were all in great style at the grand funeral in the paper Boylan brought in |9if they saw a real officers funeral thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor horse walking behind in black9| L Boom and Tom Kernan that drunken little barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down the mens W C drunk in some place or other and Martin Cunningham and the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage
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skinny thing with a turn in her eye trying to sing my songs shed want to be born all over again and her old green dress |7'|aand her with thea| lowneck |adressa| as she cant attract them any other way7'| like dabbling on a rainy day I see it all now plainly and they call that friendship killing and then burying one another and they all with their wives and families at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does of course his wife is always sick or going to be sick or just getting better of it and hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting a bit grey over the ears theyre a nice lot all of them well theyre not going to get my husband again into their clutches if I can help it making fun of him then behind his back I know well when he goes on with his idiotics because he has sense enough not to squander every penny piece he earns down their gullets |8and looks after his wife and family8| goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the same Im sorry in a way for him what are his wife and |7'five 57'| children going to do unless he was insured comical little teetotum always stuck up in some pub corner and her or her son waiting Bill
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Bailey wont you please come home
|9her widows weeds wont improve her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if youre goodlooking9| what men wasnt he yes he was at the Glencree dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night he borrowed the swallowtail to sing out of in Holles street squeezed and squashed into them and grinning all over his big Dolly face |9like a wellwhipped childs botty9| didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been a spectacle on the stage imagine paying 5/- in the preserved seats for that |9to see him |~trotting off in his trowlers~|º9| and Simon Dedalus too he was always turning up half screwed singing the second verse first the old love is the new was one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the hawthorn bough he was always on for flirtyfying too when I sang Maritana with him at Freddy Mayers private opera he had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheartº sweetheart he always sang it not like Bartell (errD'Arcy dArcyºerr) sweet tart goodbye of course he had the gift of the voice so there was no art in it all over you like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was a bit too high for my register even transposed and he was married at the time to May Goulding but then hed say or
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do something to knock the good out of it hes a widower now I wonder what sort is his son he says hes an author and going to be a university professor of Italian and Im to take lessons what is he driving at now |7'showing him my photo its not good of me |8I ought to have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of fashion8| still I look young in it I wonder he didnt make him a present of it altogether and me too after all why not7'| I saw him driving down to the Kingsbridge station with his father and mother I was in mourning thats |7eleven 117| years ago now yes hed be |7eleven 117| though what was the good in going into mourning for what was neither one thing nor the other |v4the first cry was enough for me I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the wallv4|º of course he insisted hed go into mourning for the cat I suppose hes a man now by this time he was an innocent boy then and a darling little |4boy fellow4| in his lord Fauntleroy suit and curly hair like a prince on the stage when I saw him at Mat Dillons he liked me too I remember they all do wait by God |5yes wait yes |9hold on9|5| he was on the cards this morning when I laid out the deck |8union with8| a young stranger |8neither dark nor fair8| you met before I thought it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger either |8besides my face was turned the other way what was the 7thº |acarda| after that the 10 of spades for a journeyº by landº then there was a letter on its way and scandals too the 3 queens and the 8 of diamonds for a rise in society yes wait it all came out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at that and8| didnt I dream something too yes there was something about poetry in it I hope he hasnt long greasy hair |9hanging
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into his eyes or standing up like a red Indian9| what do they go about like that for only getting themselves and their poetry laughed at I always liked poetry when I was a girl first I thought he was a poet like Byronº and not an ounce of it in his composition I thought he was quite different I wonder is he too young hes about wait 88 I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was he then at Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I suppose hes 20 or more Im not too old for him if hes 23 or 24 I hope hes not that stuck upº university |8student8| sort no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting down in the old kitchen with him taking Eppss cocoa and talking of course he pretended to understand it all probably he told him he was out of Trinity college hes very young to be a professor I hope hes not a
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professor like Goodwin was |5he was a patent professor of John Jameson5| they all write about some woman in their poetry well I suppose he wont find many like me where softly sighs of love the light guitar where poetry is in the air the blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully coming back on the nightboat from Tarifa |8the lighthouse at Europa point8| the guitar that fellow played was so expressive will I ever go back there again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing that for him theyre my eyes if hes anything of a poet two eyes as |5softly darkly5| bright as loves |7young own7| star arent those beautiful words as loves young star itll be a change the Lord knows to have an intelligent person to talk to about yourself not always listening to him and Billy Prescotts ad and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad |7'then if anything goes wrong in their business we have to suffer7'| Im sure hes very distinguished Id like to meet a man like that God not those other ruck besides hes young those fine young men I could see down in Margate strand bathingplaceº from the side of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a |8god God8| or something and then plunging into the sea with them why arent all men like that thered be some consolation for |4us a woman4| like that lovely little statue he bought I could look at him all day long curly head and his shoulders his finger up for you to listen theres real beauty and poetry for you I often felt I wanted to kiss him all over also his lovely young cock there so simple I wouldnt mind taking him in my mouth if nobody was looking |7'as if it was asking you to suck it7'| so clean and white he looksº with his boyish face |8I would too in ½ a minute even if some of it went down what |9is it9| itsº only like |acream |9gruelwater gruelº9|a| or the dew besides theres no danger besides hed be so clean compared with |9those pigs of9| men I suppose never dream of washing it from on 1 years end to the other the most of them only thats what gives the women the moustaches Im sure8| itll be grand if I can only get in with a handsome young poet at my age |8Ill throw them the 1st
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1st thing in the morning till I see if the wishcard comesº out or Ill try pairing the lady herself and see if he comes out8| Ill read and study all I can find |8or learn a bit |aoffa| by heart if I knew who he likes8| so he wont think me stupid |5if he thinks all women are the same5| and I can teach him the other part Ill make him feel all over him |8till
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he half faints underº me8| then hell write about me lover and mistress publicly too with our |828| photographs in |8all8| the papers when he becomes famous O but then what am I going to do about him though|5?5|

|5No no5| thats no way for him has he no manners |4or nor4| no refinement |6nor |8no8| nothing6| in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom |9because I didnt call him Hugh9| |7'the ignoramus |8that doesnt know poetry from a cabbage8|7'| thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place |9pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission9| |6and standing out that vulgar way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired |8like a priest or a butcher or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar8|6| of course hes right enough in his way to pass the time as a joke |6sure you might as well be in bed with what with a lion God Im sure hed have something better to say |8for himself8| an old |9lion Lion9| would6| O well I suppose its because they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well for men all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so round and white for them always I wished I was one myself for a change just to try with that thing they have swelling up onº you so hard and at the same time so soft when you touch it my uncle John has a thing long I heard those cornerboys saying passing the corner of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy because it was dark and they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me blush why should it either its only nature and he puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be you put the handle in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choose what they please a married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different tastes |4like those houses round behind Irish street4| no but were to be always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no |9damn9| fear once I start I tell you for theirº stupid husbands jealousy why cant we all remain friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband found it out |8well |athata| what they did together well naturally8| and if he did can he undo it |8hes coronado anyway whatever he does8| and then he going to the other mad extreme about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even casts a 2nd
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thought on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants and he gets her what else were we given
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all those desires for Id like to know I cant help it if Im young still can I its a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before my time living with him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of me not knowing I suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat at him after that |6hed kiss anything6| unnatural where we havent |7'an 17'| atom of any kind of expression in us all of us the same |7'two 27'| lumps of lard before ever Id do that to a man |4pui pfooh4| the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough |7I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still7| of course a woman wants to be embraced 20 times a day almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love or loved by somebody if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by |6the Lord6| God I was thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only doº it off up in a gate somewhere |4or one of those wildlooking gipsies ha in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they could I only sent my mine there a few times for the name model laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd stockings that |5blackguard looking blackguardlooking5| fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word |9or a murderer anybody9|4| what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats that (errK. C. K Cºerr) lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane the night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing match |8of course it was for me he gave it8| I knew him by his gaiters and the walk and when I turned round a minute after |7'just to see7'| there was a woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of that for the love of Mike |7'listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee7'| so well he may sleep |7'and sigh the great |8suggester Suggester8| |9Don
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Poldo de la Flora9|7'| |8if he knew how he came out on the cards |athis morning hed have reas something to sigh fora| a dark man in some perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for Lord knows what he does that I dont know8| and Im to be slooching around down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast |8while hes rolled up like a mummy8| will I indeed |7did you ever see me running7| Id just like to see myself at it |4show them attention and they treat you like dirt4| I dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and
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killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever see women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother how could they where would they all of them be if they hadnt all a mother to look after them |s9what I never hads9| thats why I suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books and studies and not living at home on account of the usual rowy house I suppose |7'you see well its a poor case that7'| those that have a fine son like that theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to make one |4it wasnt my fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind in the middle of the naked street4| that disheartened me altogether I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I knitted crying as I was but give it to some poor child but I knew well Id never have another |8our 1st death too it was we were never the same since8| O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps |7'still its a lovely hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do |9we are a dreadful lot of bitches9| I suppose its all the
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troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not like that7'| he could easy have slept in there on the sofa |8in the other room8| I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father Vilaplanaº of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y (errO'Reilly OReillyºerr) in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp |7'and Crutchetts ramp7'| and the devils gap steps well small blame to me if I am a harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dont feel a day older than then I wonder could I get my tongue round any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent forgotten it all I thought I had |4only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place
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or thing
4| pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in it all upside down the two ways |8I always knew wed go away in the end8| I can tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor fellow |9was dead tired and9| wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought him in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so |5long5| as I didnt do it on the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the watercress and |9ground ivy9| something nice and tasty |9there are a few olives in the kitchen he might like I never could bear the look of them in |aBenadys Abrinesa|9| I could do the criada the room looks all right since I changed it the other way you see something was telling me all the time Id have to introduce myself not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we were in Spain with him half awake without a Gods notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us why not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room |9he could do his writing and studies at the table in there for all the scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the morning like me as hes
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making the breakfast for 1 he can make it for 2
9| Im sure Im not going to take in lodgers off the street |4for him if he takes a gesabo of a house like this4| Id love to have a long talk with an intelligent welleducated person Id have to get a nice pair of red slippers like those Turks with the fez used to sell or yellow and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want |8or a peachblossom dressing jacket |9like the one long ago in Walpoles |aonlya| 8/6 or 18/69|8| Ill just give him one more chance Ill get up early in the morning Im sick of Cohens old bed in any case |7'I might go over to the markets to see all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh |8who knows whod be the 1st man Id meet theyre out looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used to say they are and the night too that was her massgoing8| Id love a big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in theº longing way7'| then Ill throw him up his eggs and tea |8in theº moustachecup she gave him to make his mouth bigger I suppose hed like my nice cream too8| I know what Ill do Ill go about rather gay not too much singing a bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto then Ill start dressing myself to go out presto non son più forte Ill put on my best shift and drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make |4him his micky4| stand |8for him8| Ill let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is fucked
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|8yes8| and damn well fucked too
|8up to my neck nearly8| not by him |64 or 5 5 or 66| times |8running handrunning8| |4theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet I was wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if you dont believe me feel my belly |8unless I made him stand there and put him into me8| Ive a mind to tell him every scrap and make him do it outº in front of me4| serve him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in this vale of tears God knows its not much |6doesnt everybody only they hide it6| I suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for or He (errwouldn't wouldntºerr) have made us the way He did |4so attractive to men4| then if he wants to kiss my bottom Ill |7stick |a|8pull drag8| open my drawers anda| bulge7| it |7out right out7| in his face as large as life |4he can stick his tongue |6in 7 miles up6| my hole if as hes there |7'my brown part7'|4| then Ill tell him I want £1 or perhaps
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30/-º Ill tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he wont be too bad |7'I dont want to soak it all out of him like other women do |aI could often have written out a |8fine8| cheque for myself and write his name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to lock it upa| besides he wont spend it7'| Ill let him do it off on me behind provided he doesnt smear all my good drawers O I suppose that cant be helped Ill do the indifferent |9one 19| or |9two 29| questions Ill know by the answers when hes like that he cant keep a thing back |6I know every turn in him6| Ill tighten my bottom well and let out a few smutty words |4smellrump or lick my shit or the first |amada| thing comes into my head4| then Ill suggest about yes O wait now |8sonny8| my turn is coming Ill be quite gay and friendly over it O but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh |4you wouldnt know which to laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple4| no Ill have to wear the old things so much the better itll be more pointed hell never know whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you any old thing at all then Ill wipe him off me just like a business |4his omission4| then Ill go out Ill have |5him5| (erreying eyeingºerr) up at the ceiling where is she gone now |5make him want me thats the only way5| |4a quarter after what an unearthly hour |7I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing |8out8| their pigtails for the day7| well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or two |8for his night office8| orº the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off |7one two three four five 1 2 3 4 57| what kind of flowers are those they invented |7like the stars7| the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer4| |6the apron he gave me was like that something |8only I only wore it twice8|6| |9better lower this lamp and try again so as I can get up early9| Ill go to Lambes there beside
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Findlaters and get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he brings him home tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I want to do the place up someway |8the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep8| then we can have music and cigarettes |7I can accompany him first I must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I wearº shall I wear a white rose |9or9|7| those fairy cakes in Liptons |9I love the smell of a rich
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|abiga| shop9| at 7½d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar 11d a couple of lbs of thoseº a nice plant for the middle of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres |4this4| I saw them not long ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses |7God of heaven7| theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with theº fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid |8of hell on account of their bad conscience8| ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all |4who ah4| that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising |9tomorrow9| the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head |4in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat4| the day I got him to propose to me yes |6first I gave him m the bit of seedcake out of my mouth6| and it was leapyear like now yes |9sixteen 169| years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves |5and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop |6and washing up dishes they called it6| on the pier |6and the sentry in front of the governors |9house9| with the thing round his |awhitea| helmet poor devil half roasted6| and the
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girls laughing in their shawls |6and their tall combs6| and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews |6|aand the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke streeta| and the fowl market all clucking |7outside Larby Sharons7| and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls6| and |8the old castle thousands of years old |ayesa| and8| those handsome |aTurks Moorsa| all in white |6and turbans6| like kings5| |6asking you to sit down in their |9little9| bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows |7'of the posadas7'| |7'two 2º7'| glancing eyes a lattice hid |7'for the her lover to kiss the iron |9and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets9| and the night we |9stayed missed the boat at Algeciras9| the watchman going about serene with his lamp7'| and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets6| and the |4figtrees in the4| Alameda gardens |8yes8| |6and all the queer little streets and |9theº9| pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine6| |4and |8geraniums and8| cactuses4| and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a |7'flower Flower7'| of the mountain |7yes7| |4when I put the |7red7| rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used |7or7| shall I wear a |7white rose red |8yes8|7|4| and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again |8yes8| and then he asked me would I |7yes7| to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him |9yes9| and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume |4yes and his heart was going like mad4| and |7yes7| I said |6yes6| I will |7yes Yes7|.

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