LeopoldBloom
@THESHOPMAN -- I'll take this one.
| LeopoldBloom He puts his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it and bends, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired. |
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| LeopoldBloom comes out and his unshaven reddened face, coughing. He rakes his throat rudely, pukes phlegm on the floor. |
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| LeopoldBloom Phlegmy coughs shake the air of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtains. The shopman's uncombed grey head |
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| LeopoldBloom hugging them against his unbuttoned waistcoat and bearing them off behind the dingy curtain. |
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| LeopoldBloom Onions of his breath come across the counter out of his ruined mouth. He bends to make a bundle of the other books, |
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| LeopoldBloom @THESHOPMAN -- That I had. |
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| LeopoldBloom I lay both books aside and glance at Tales of the Ghetto by Leopold von Sacher Masoch. |
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| LeopoldBloom I idly turn over pages of The Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk, then of Aristotle's Masterpiece. Crooked botched print. |
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| LeopoldBloom all over the world. All butting with their skulls to get out of it. Child born every minute somewhere. Mrs Purefoy. |
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| LeopoldBloom Plates: infants cuddled in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered cows. Lots of them like that at this moment |
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| LeopoldBloom A darkbacked figure under Merchants' arch, I scan books on the hawker's cart. |
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| LeopoldBloom She might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter she likes in the morning. Still perhaps: once in a way. |
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| LeopoldBloom On quietly creaky boots I go up the staircase to the hall, pause by the bedroom door. |
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| LeopoldBloom Why are their tongues so rough? To lap better, all porous holes. Nothing she can eat? I glance round me. No. |
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| LeopoldBloom Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. While the kettle is boiling. She laps slower, then licking the saucer clean. |
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| LeopoldBloom Thursday: not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley's. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. |
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| LeopoldBloom I listen to her licking lap. Ham and eggs, no. No good eggs with this drouth. Want pure fresh water. |
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| LeopoldBloom Or kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps. |
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| LeopoldBloom Wonder is it true if you clip them they can't mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. |
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