-- irish? i don't know, faith. is she, simon?
puff after stiff, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.
-- buccinator muscle is... what?... bit rusty... o, she is... my irish molly, o.
he puffed a pungent plumy blast.
-- from the rock of gibraltar... all the way.
they pined in depth of ocean shadow, gold by the beerpull, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two, mina kennedy, 4 lismore terrace, drumcondra with idolores, a queen, dolores, silent.
pat served uncovered dishes. leopold cut liverslices. as said before he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while richie goulding, collis, ward ate steak and kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate bloom ate they ate.
bloom with goulding, married in silence, ate. dinners fit for princes.
by bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled blazes boylan, bachelor, in sun, in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, boylan impatience, ardentbold. horn. have you the? horn. have you the? haw haw horn.
over their voices dollard bassooned attack, booming over bombarding chords:
-- when love absorbs my ardent soul...
roll of bensoulbenjamin rolled to the quivery loveshivery roof-panes.
-- war! war! cried father cowley. you're the warrior.
-- so i am, ben warrior laughed. i was thinking of your landlord. love or money.
he stopped. he wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.
-- sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her ear, man, mr dedalus said through smoke aroma, with an organ like yours.
in bearded abundant laughter dollard shook upon the keyboard. he would.
-- not to mention another membrane, father cowley added. half time, ben. amoroso ma non troppo. let me there.
miss kennedy served two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. she passed a remark. it was indeed, first gentleman said, beautiful weather. they drank cool stout. did she know where the lord lieutenant was going? and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. no, she couldn't say. but it would be in the paper. o, she needn't trouble. no trouble. she waved about her outspread independent, searching, the lord lieutenant, her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. too much trouble, first gentleman said. o, not in the least. way he looked that. lord lieutenant. gold by bronze heard iron steel.