0 Ulysses
on for it: good evening. O but the dark evening in the Ap-
pian way I nearly spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was.
Whew! Girl in Meath street that night. All the dirty things
I made her say. All wrong of course. My arks she called it.
It’s so hard to find one who. Aho! If you don’t answer when
they solicit must be horrible for them till they harden. And
kissed my hand when I gave her the extra two shillings. Par-
rots. Press the button and the bird will squeak. Wish she
hadn’t called me sir. O, her mouth in the dark! And you a
married man with a single girl! That’s what they enjoy. Tak-
ing a man from another woman. Or even hear of it. Different
with me. Glad to get away from other chap’s wife. Eating off
his cold plate. Chap in the Burton today spitting back gum-
chewed gristle. French letter still in my pocketbook. Cause
of half the trouble. But might happen sometime, I don’t
think. Come in, all is prepared. I dreamt. What? Worst is
beginning. How they change the venue when it’s not what
they like. Ask you do you like mushrooms because she once
knew a gentleman who. Or ask you what someone was go-
ing to say when he changed his mind and stopped. Yet if I
went the whole hog, say: I want to, something like that. Be-
cause I did. She too. Offend her. Then make it up. Pretend to
want something awfully, then cry off for her sake. Flatters
them. She must have been thinking of someone else all the
time. What harm? Must since she came to the use of reason,
he, he and he. First kiss does the trick. The propitious mo-
ment. Something inside them goes pop. Mushy like, tell by
their eye, on the sly. First thoughts are best. Remember that
till their dying day. Molly, lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her