0 Ulysses
partment. You can’t lick ‘em. What? Our envelopes. Hello,
Jones, where are you going? Can’t stop, Robinson, I am has-
tening to purchase the only reliable inkeraser Kansell, sold
by Hely’s Ltd, 85 Dame street. Well out of that ruck I am.
Devil of a job it was collecting accounts of those convents.
Tranquilla convent. That was a nice nun there, really sweet
face. Wimple suited her small head. Sister? Sister? I am sure
she was crossed in love by her eyes. Very hard to bargain
with that sort of a woman. I disturbed her at her devotions
that morning. But glad to communicate with the outside
world. Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount
Carmel. Sweet name too: caramel. She knew I, I think she
knew by the way she. If she had married she would have
changed. I suppose they really were short of money. Fried
everything in the best butter all the same. No lard for them.
My heart’s broke eating dripping. They like buttering them-
selves in and out. Molly tasting it, her veil up. Sister? Pat
Claffey, the pawnbroker’s daughter. It was a nun they say
invented barbed wire.
He crossed Westmoreland street when apostrophe S
had plodded by. Rover cycleshop. Those races are on today.
How long ago is that? Year Phil Gilligan died. We were in
Lombard street west. Wait: was in Thom’s. Got the job in
Wisdom Hely’s year we married. Six years. Ten years ago:
ninetyfour he died yes that’s right the big fire at Arnott’s.
Val Dillon was lord mayor. The Glencree dinner. Alderman
Robert O’Reilly emptying the port into his soup before the
flag fell. Bobbob lapping it for the inner alderman. Couldn’t
hear what the band played. For what we have already re-