tenderly bloom over liverless bacon saw the tightened features strain. backache he. bright's bright eye. next item on the programme. paying the piper. pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. stave it off awhile. sings too: down among the dead men. appropriate. kidney pie. sweets to the. not-making much hand of it. best value in. characteristic of him. power. particular about his drink. flaw in the glass, fresh vartry water. fecking matches from counters to save. then squander a sovereign in dribs and drabs. and when he's wanted not a farthing. screwed refusing to pay his fare. curious types.
never would richie forget that night. as long as he lived, never. in the gods of the old royal with little peake. and when the first note.
speech paused on richie's lips.
coming out with a whopper now. rhapsodies about damn all. believes his own lies. does really. wonderful liar. but want a good memory.
-- which air is that? asked leopold bloom.
-- all is lost now...
richie cocked his lips apout. a low incipient note sweet banshee murmured all. a thrush. a throstle. his breath, birdsweet, good teeth he's proud of, fluted with plaintive woe. is lost. rich sound. two notes in one there. blackbird i heard in the hawthorn valley. taking my motives he twined and turned them. all most too new call is lost in all. echo. how sweet the answer. how is that done? all lost now. mournful he whistled. fall, surrender, lost.
bloom bent leopold ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase. order. yes, i remember. lovely air. in sleep she went to him. innocence in the moon. still hold her back. brave, don't know their danger. call name. touch water. jingle jaunty. too late. she longed to go. that's why. woman. as easy stop the sea. yes: all is lost.
-- a beautiful air, said bloom lost leopold. i know it well.
never in all his life had richie goulding.
he knows it well too. or he feels. still harping on his daughter. wise child that knows her father, dedalus said. me?
bloom askance over liverless saw. face of the all is lost. rollicking richie once. jokes old stale now. wagging his ear. napkinring in his eye. now begging letters he sends his son with. crosseyed w sir i did sir. wouldn't trouble only i was expecting some money. apologise.