OneLeggedSailor
I growl at the area of 14 Nelson street: -- England expects...
| OneLeggedSailor I swing myself forward in vigorous jerks, halt, lift my head towards a window and bay deeply: -- home and beauty. |
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| OneLeggedSailor Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halt near me, gaping at my stump with their yellowslobbered mouths. |
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| OneLeggedSailor I glance sourly at the unheeding windows, sink my head and swing myself forward four strides. I halt and growl angrily: -- For England... |
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| OneLeggedSailor A stout lady stops, takes a copper coin from her purse and drops it into the cap I hold out to her. I grumble thanks. |
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| OneLeggedSailor I swing myself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halt and growl @BOODYDEDALUS -- home and beauty. |
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| OneLeggedSailor Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, I growl unamiably: -- For England... |
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| OneLeggedSailor I crutch myself round MacConnell's corner, skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and jerk myself up Eccles street. |
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| OneLeggedSailor I hold out a peaked cap for alms towards the very reverend John Conmee S.J. Father Conmee blesses me in the sun. |
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| OneLeggedSailor Swinging myself onward by lazy jerks of my crutches, I growl some notes. I jerk short before the convent of the sisters of charity |
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| OneLeggedSailor I swing myself forward in vigorous jerks, halt, lift my head towards a window and bay deeply: -- home and beauty. |
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| OneLeggedSailor Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halt near me, gaping at my stump with their yellowslobbered mouths. |
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| OneLeggedSailor I glance sourly at the unheeding windows, sink my head and swing myself forward four strides. I halt and growl angrily: -- For England... |
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| OneLeggedSailor A stout lady stops, takes a copper coin from her purse and drops it into the cap I hold out to her. I grumble thanks. |
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| OneLeggedSailor I swing myself violently forward past two women, halt and growl: -- home and beauty. |
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| OneLeggedSailor Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, I growl unamiably: -- For England... |
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| OneLeggedSailor I crutch myself round MacConnell's corner, skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and jerk myself up Eccles street. |
|
| OneLeggedSailor I hold out a peaked cap for alms towards the very reverend John Conmee S.J. Father Conmee blesses me in the sun. |
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| OneLeggedSailor Swinging myself onward by lazy jerks of my crutches, I growl some notes. I jerk short before the convent of the sisters of charity |
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