0 Ulysses
In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the
keyboard. He would.
—Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley
added. Half time, Ben. Amoroso ma non troppo. Let me
there.
Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of
cool stout. She passed a remark. It was indeed, first gentle-
man said, beautiful weather. They drank cool stout. Did she
know where the lord lieutenant was going? And heard steel-
hoofs ringhoof ring. No, she couldn’t say. But it would be in
the paper. O, she need not trouble. No trouble. She waved
about her outspread Independent, searching, the lord lieu-
tenant, her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Too
much trouble, first gentleman said. O, not in the least. Way
he looked that. Lord lieutenant. Gold by bronze heard iron
steel.
— ... ... ... ... my ardent soul
I care not foror the morrow.
In liver gravy Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. Love and
War someone is. Ben Dollard’s famous. Night he ran round
to us to borrow a dress suit for that concert. Trousers tight
as a drum on him. Musical porkers. Molly did laugh when
he went out. Threw herself back across the bed, screaming,
kicking. With all his belongings on show. O saints above,
I’m drenched! O, the women in the front row! O, I never
laughed so many! Well, of course that’s what gives him the
base barreltone. For instance eunuchs. Wonder who’s play-