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Her maiden name was Jemina Brown
And she lived with her mother in Irishtown。
Place made me think of that I suppose。 All tarred with the same brush。 Wiping pens in their stockings。 But the ball rolled down to her as if it understood。 Every bullet has its billet。 Course I never could throw anything straight at school。 Crooked as a ram's horn。 Sad however because it lasts only a few years till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fullers' earth for the baby when they hold him out to do ah。 No soft job。 Saves them。 Keeps them out of harm's way。 Nature。 Washing child； washing corpse。 Dignam。 Children's hands always round them。 Cocoa…nut skulls； monkeys； not even closed at first； sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds。 Oughtn't to have given that child an empty teat to suck。 Fill it up with wind。 Mrs Beaufoy； Purefoy。 Must call to the hospital。 Wonder is nurse Callan there still。 She used to look over some nights when Molly was in the Coffee Palace。 That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat。 And； Mrs Breen and Mrs Dignam once like that too； marriageable。 Worst of all at night Mrs Duggan told me in the City Arms。 Husband rolling in drunk； stink of pub off him like a polecat。 Have that in your nose in the dark； whiff of stale boose。 Then ask in the morning： was I drunk last night？ Bad policy however to fault the husband。 Chickens e home to roost。 They stick by one another like glue。 Maybe the women's fault also。 That's where Molly can knock spots off them。 It is the blood of the south。 Moorish。 Also the form； the figure。 Hands felt for the opulent。 Just pare for instance those others。 Wife locked up at home； skeleton in the cupboard。 Allow me to introduce my。 Then they trot you out some kind of a nondescript； wouldn't know what to call her。 Always see a fellow's weak point in his wife。 Still there's destiny in it； falling in love。 Have their own secrets between them。 Chaps that would go to the dogs if some woman didn't take them in hand。 Then little chits of girls； height of a shilling in coppers； with little
hobbies。 As God made them He matched them。 Sometimes children turn out well enough。 Twice nought makes one。 Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride。 Marry in May and repent in December。 This wet is very unpleasant。 Stuck。 Well the foreskin is not back。 Better detach。
Ow！
Other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to his watchpocket。 Long and the short of it。 Big he and little she。 Very strange about my watch。 Wristwatches are always going wrong。 Wonder is there any magnetic influence between the person because that was about the time he。 Yes； I suppose at once。 Cat's away the mice will play。 I remember looking in Pill lane。 Also that now is magnetism。 Back of everything magnetism。 Earth for instance pulling this and being pulled。 That causes movement。 And time？ Well that's the time the movement takes。 Then if one thing stopped the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit。 Because it's arranged。 Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the sun； the stars。 Little piece of steel iron。 When you hold out the fork。 e。 e。 Tip。 Woman and man that is。 Fork and steel。 Molly； he。 Dress up and look and suggest and let you see and see more and defy you if you're a man to see that and； like a sneeze ing； legs； look； look and if you have any guts in you。 Tip。 Have to let fly。
Wonder how is she feeling in that region。 Shame all put on before third person。 More put out about a hole in her stocking。 Molly； her underjaw stuck out head back； about the farmer in the ridingboots and spurs at the horse show。 And when the painters were in Lombard street west。 Fine voice that fellow had。 How Giuglini began。 Smell that I did； like flowers。 It was too。 Violets。 Came from the turpentine probably in the paint。 Make their own use of everything。 Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the floor so they wouldn't hear。 But lots of them can't kick the beam； I think。 Keep that thing up for hours。 Kind of a general all round over me and half down my back。
Wait。 Hm。 Hm。 Yes。 That's her perfume。 Why she waved her hand。 I leave you this to think of me when I'm far away on the pillow。 What is it？ Heliotrope？ No； Hyacinth？ Hm。 Roses； I think。 She'd like scent of that kind。 Sweet and cheap： soon sour。 Why Molly likes opoponax。 Suits her with a little jessamine mixed。 Her high notes and her low notes。 At the dance night she met him； dance of the hours。 Heat brought it out。 She was wearing her black and it had the perfume of the time before。 Good conductor； is it？ Or bad？ Light too。 Suppose there's some connection。 For instance if you go into a cellar where it's dark。 Mysterious thing too。 Why did I smell it only now？ Took its time in ing like herself； slow but sure。 Suppose it's ever so many millions of tiny grains blown across。 Yes； it is。 Because those spice islands； Cinghalese this morning； smell them leagues off。 Tell you what it is。 It's like a fine veil or web they have all over the skin； fine like what do you call it gossamer and they're aways spinning it out of them； fine as anything； rainbow colours without knowing it。 Clings to everything she takes off。 Vamp of her stockings。 Warm shoe。 Stays。 Drawers： little kick； taking them off。 Byby till next time。 Also the cat likes to sniff in her shift on the bed。 Know her smell in a thousand。 Bathwater too。 Reminds me of strawberries and cream。 Wonder where it is really。 There or the armpits or under the neck。 Because you get it out of all holes and corners。 Hyacinth perfume made of oil or ether or something。 Muskrat。 Bag under their tails one grain pour off odour for years。 Dogs at each other behind。 Good evening。 Evening。 How do you sniff？ Hm。 Hm。 Very well； thank you。 Animals go by that。 Yes now； look at it that way。 We're the same。 Some women for instance warn you off when they have their period。 e near。 Then get a hogo you could hang your hat on。 Like what？ Potted herrings gone stale or。 Boof！ Please keep off the grass。
Perhaps they get a man smell off us。 What though？ Cigary gloves Long John had on his desk the other。 Breath？ What you eat and drink gives that。 No。 Mansmell； I mean。 Must be connected with that because priests that are supposed to be are different。 Women buzz round it like flies round treacle。 Railed off the altar get on to it at any cost。 The tree of forbidden priest。 O father； will you？ Let me be the first to。 That diffuses itself all through the body； permeates。 Source of life and it's extremely curious the smell。 Celery sauce。 Let me。
Mr Bloom inserted his nose。 Hm。 Into the。 Hm。 Opening of his waistcoat。 Almonds or。 No。 Lemons it is。 Ah； no； that's the soap。
O by the by that lotion。 I knew there was something on my mind。 Never went back and the soap not paid。 Dislike carrying bottles like that hag this morning。 Hynes might have paid me that three shillings。 I could mention Meagher's just to remind him。 Still if he works that paragraph。 Two and nine。 Bad opinion of me he'll have。 Call tomorrow。 How much do I owe you？ Three and nine？ Two and nine； sir。 Ah。 Might stop him giving credit another time。 Lose your customers that way。 Pubs do。 Fellow run up a bill on the slate and then slinking around the back streets into somew