hello, placard. mirus bazaar. his excellency the lord lieutenant. sixteenth today it is. in aid of funds for mercer's hospital. the messiah was first given for that. yes handel. what about going out there. ballsbridge. drop in on keyes. no use sticking to him like a leech. wear out my welcome. sure to know someone on the gate.
mr bloom came to kildare street. first i must. library.
straw hat in sunlight. tan shoes. turnedup trousers. it is. it is.
his heart quopped softly. to the right. museum. goddesses. he swerved to the right.
is it? almost certain. won't look. wine in my face. why did i? too heady. yes, it is. the walk. not see. not see. get on.
making for the museum gate with long windy strides he lifted his eyes. handsome building. sir thomas deane designed. not following me?
didn't see me perhaps. light in his eyes.
the flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. quick. cold statues: quiet there. safe in a minute.
no, didn't see me. after two. just at the gate.
my heart!
his eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. sir thomas deane was the greek architecture.
look for something i.
his hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, read unfolded agendath netaim. where did i?
busy looking for.
he thrust back quickly agendath.
afternoon she said.
i am looking for that. yes, that. try all pockets. handker. freeman. where did i ? ah, yes. trousers. purse. potato. where did i ?
hurry. walk quietly. moment more. my heart.
his hand looking for the where did i put found in his hip pocket soap lotion have to call tepid paper stuck, ah, soap there! yes. gate.
safe!
scylla and charybdis
urbane, to comfort them, the quaker librarian purred:
-- and we have, have we not, those priceless pages of wilhelm meister? a great poet on a great brother poet. a hesitating soul taking arms against a sea of troubles, torn by conflicting doubts, as one sees in real life.
he came a step a sinkapace forward on neatsleather creaking and a step backward a sinkapace on the solemn floor.