0 Ulysses
Flower bought. Are you not happy in your home? Flower to
console me and a pin cuts lo. Means something, language
of flow. Was it a daisy? Innocence that is. Respectable girl
meet after mass. Thanks awfully muchly. Wise Bloom eyed
on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice
waves. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all. Hair stream-
ing: lovelorn. For some man. For Raoul. He eyed and saw
afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jaunting car. It is.
Again. Third time. Coincidence.
Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to
Ormond quay. Follow. Risk it. Go quick. At four. Near now.
Out.
—Twopence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.
—Aha ... I was forgetting ... Excuse ...
—And four.
At four she. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled.
Bloo smi qui go. Ternoon. Think you’re the only pebble on
the beach? Does that to all.
For men.
In drowsy silence gold bent on her page.
From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a
tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he now struck.
A call again. That he now poised that it now throbbed. You
hear? It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing
prongs. Longer in dying call.
Pat paid for diner’s popcorked bottle: and over tumbler,
tray and popcorked bottle ere he went he whispered, bald
and bothered, with miss
Douce.