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band　at　the　Gaiety　something　he　did　about　insurance　for　him　Drimmies　I　was　fit　to　be　tied　though　I　wouldnt　give　in　with　that　gentleman　of　fashion　staring　down　at　me　with　his　glasses　and　him　the　other　side　of　me　talking　about　Spinoza　and　his　soul　thats　dead　I　suppose　millions　of　years　ago　I　smiled　the　best　I　could　all　in　a　swamp　leaning　forward　as　if　I　was　interested　having　to　sit　it　out　then　to　the　last　tag　I　wont　forget　that　wife　of　Scarli　in　a　hurry　supposed　to　be　a　fast　play　about　adultery　that　idiot　in　the　gallery　hissing　the　woman　adulteress　he　shouted　I　suppose　he　went　and　had　a　woman　in　the　next　lane　running　round　all　the　back　ways　after　to　make　up　for　it　I　wish　he　had　what　I　had　then　hed　boo　I　bet　the　cat　itself　is　better　off　than　us　have　we　too　much　blood　up　in　us　or　what　O　patience　above　its　pouring　out　of　me　like　the　sea　anyhow　he　didnt　make　me　pregnant　as　big　as　he　is　I　dont　want　to　ruin　the　clean　sheets　the　clean　linen　I　wore　brought　it　on　too　damn　it　damn　it　and　they　always　want　to　see　a　stain　on　the　bed　to　know　youre　a　virgin　for　them　all　thats　troubling　them　theyre　such　fools　too　you　could　be　a　widow　or　divorced　40　times　over　a　daub　of　red　ink　would　do　or　blackberry　juice　no　thats　too　purply　O　Jamesy　let　me　up　out　of　this　pooh　sweets　of　sin　whoever　suggested　that　business　for　women　what　between　clothes　and　cooking　and　children　this　damned　old　bed　too　jingling　like　the　dickens　I　suppose　they　could　hear　us　away　over　the　other　side　of　the　park　till　I　suggested　to　put　the　quilt　on　the　floor　with　the　pillow　under　my　bottom　I　wonder　is　it　nicer　in　the　day　I　think　it　is　easy　I　think　Ill　cut　all　this　hair　off　me　there　scalding　me　I　might　look　like　a　young　girl　wouldnt　he　get　the　great　suckin　the　next　time　he　turned　up　my　clothes　on　me　Id　give　anything　to　see　his　face　wheres　the　chamber　gone　easy　Ive　a　holy　horror　of　its　breaking　under　me　after　that　old　mode　I　wonder　was　I　too　heavy　sitting　on　his　knee　I　made　him　sit　on　the　easychair　purposely　when　I　took　off　only　my　blouse　and　skirt　first　in　the　other　room　he　was　so　busy　where　he　oughtnt　to　be　he　never　felt　me　I　hope　my　breath　was　sweet　after　those　kissing　fits　easy　God　I　remember　one　time　I　could　scout　it　out　straight　whistling　like　a　man　almost　easy　O　Lord　how　noisy　I　hope　theyre　bubbles　on　it　for　a　wad　of　money　from　some　fellow　Ill　have　to　perfume　it　in　the　morning　dont　forget　I　bet　he　never　saw　a　better　pair　of　thighs　than　that　look　how　white　they　are　the　smoothest　place　is　right　there　between　this　bit　here　how　soft　like　a　peach　easy　God　I　wouldnt　mind　being　a　man　and　get　up　on　a　lovely　woman　O　Lord　what　a　row　youre　making　like　the　jersey　lily　easy　O　how　the　waters　e　down　at　Lahore　
who　knows　is　there　anything　the　matter　with　my　insides　or　have　I　something　growing　in　me　getting　that　thing　like　that　every　week　when　was　it　last　I　Whit　Monday　yes　its　only　about　3　weeks　I　ought　to　go　to　the　doctor　only　it　would　be　like　before　I　married　him　when　I　had　that　white　thing　ing　from　me　and　Floey　made　me　go　to　that　dry　old　stick　Dr　Collins　for　womens　diseases　on　Pembroke　road　your　vagina　he　called　it　I　suppose　thats　how　he　got　all　the　gilt　mirrors　and　carpets　getting　round　those　rich　ones　off　Stephens　green　running　up　to　him　for　every　little　fiddlefaddle　her　vagina　and　her　cochinchina　theyve　money　of　course　so　theyre　all　right　I　wouldnt　marry　him　not　if　he　was　the　last　man　in　the　world　besides　there　something　queer　about　their　children　always　smelling　around　those　filthy　bitches　all　sides　asking　me　if　what　I　did　had　an　offensive　odour　what　did　he　want　me　to　do　but　the　one　thing　gold　maybe　what　a　question　if　I　smathered　it　all　over　his　wrinkly　old　face　for　him　with　all　my　priment　I　suppose　hed　know　then　and　could　you　pass　it　easily　pass　what　I　thought　he　was　talking　about　the　rock　of　Gibraltar　the　way　he　puts　it　thats　a　very　nice　invention　too　by　the　way　only　I　like　letting　myself　down　after　in　the　hole　as　far　as　I　can　squeeze　and　pull　the　chain　then　to　flush　it　nice　cool　pins　and　needles　still　theres　something　in　it　I　suppose　I　always　used　to　know　by　Millys　when　she　was　a　child　whether　she　had　worms　or　not　still　all　the　same　paying　him　for　that　how　much　is　that　doctor　one　guinea　please　and　asking　me　had　I　frequent　omissions　where　do　those　old　fellows　get　all　the　words　they　have　omissions　with　his　shortsighted　eyes　on　me　cocked　sideways　I　wouldnt　trust　him　too　far　to　give　me　chloroform　or　God　knows　what　else　still　I　liked　him　when　he　sat　down　to　write　the　thing　out　frowning　so　severe　his　nose　intelligent　like　that　you　be　damned　you　lying　strap　O　anything　no　matter　who　except　an　idiot　he　was　clever　enough　to　spot　that　of　course　that　was　all　thinking　of　him　and　his　mad　crazy　letters　my　Precious　one　everything　connected　with　your　glorious　Body　everything　underlined　that　es　from　it　is　a　thing　of　beauty　and　of　joy　for　ever　something　he　got　out　of　some　nonsensical　book　that　he　had　me　always　at　myself　4　or　5　times　a　day　sometimes　and　I　said　I　hadnt　are　you　sure　O　yes　I　said　I　am　quite　sure　in　a　way　that　shut　him　up　I　knew　what　was　ing　next　only　natural　weakness　it　was　he　excited　me　I　dont　know　how　the　first　night　ever　we　met　when　I　was　living　in　Rehoboth　terrace　we　stood　staring　at　one　another　for　about　10　minutes　as　if　we　met　somewhere　I　suppose　on　account　of　my　being　jewess　looking　after　my　mother　he　used　to　amuse　me　the　things　he　said　with　the　half　sloothering　smile　on　him　and　all　the　Doyles　said　he　was　going　to　stand　for　a　member　of　Parliament　O　wasnt　I　the　born　fool　to　believe　all　his　blather　about　home　rule　and　the　land　league　sending　me　that　long　strool　of　a　song　out　of　the　Huguenots　to　sing　in　French　to　be　more　classy　O　beau　pays　de　la　Touraine　that　I　never　even　sang　once　explaining　and　rigmaroling　about　religion　and　persecution　he　wont　let　you　enjoy　anything　naturally　then　might　he　as　a　great　favour　the　very　1st　opportunity　he　got　a　chance　in　Brighton　square　running　into　my　bedroom　pretending　the　ink　got　on　his　hands　to　wash　it　off　with　the　Albion　milk　and　sulphur　soap　I　used　to　use　and　the　gelatine　still　round　it　O　I　laughed　myself　sick　at　him　that　day　Id　better　not　make　an　all　night　sitting　on　this　affair　they　ought　to　make　chambers　a　natural　size　so　that　a　woman　could　sit　on　it　properly　he　kneels　down　to　do　it　I　suppose　there　isnt　in　all　creation　another　man　with　the　habits　he　has　look　at　the　way　hes　sleeping　at　the　foot　of　the　bed　how　can　he　without　a　hard　bolster　its　well　he　doesnt　kick　or　he　might　knock　out　all　my　teeth　breathing　with　his　hand　on　his　nose　like　that　Indian　god　he　took　me　to　show　one　wet　Sunday　in　the　museum　in　Kildare　street　all　yellow　in　a　pinafore　lying　on　his　side　on　his　hand　with　his　ten　toes　sticking　out　that　he　said　was　a　bigger　religion　than　the　jews　and　Our　Lords　both　put　together　all　over　Asia　imitating　him　ashes　always　imitating　everybody　I　suppose　he　used　to　sleep　at　the　foot　of　the　bed　too　with　his　big　square　feet　up　in　his　wifes　mouth　damn　this　stinking　thing　anyway　wheres　this　those　napkins　are　ah　yes　I　know　I　hope　the　old　press　doesnt　creak　ah　I　knew　it　would　hes　sleeping　hard　had　a　good　time　somewhere　still　she　must　have　given　him　great　value　for　his　money　of　course　he　has　to　pay　for　it　from　her　O　this　nuisance　of　a　thing　I　hope　theyll　have　something　better　for　us　in　the　other　world　tying　ourselves　up　God　help　us　thats　all　right　for　tonight　now　the　lumpy　old　jingly　bed　always　reminds　me　of　old　Cohen　I　suppose　he　scratched　himself　in　it　often　enough　and　he　thinks　father　bought　it　from　Lord　Napier　that　I　used　to　admire　when　I　was　a　little　girl　because　I　told　him　easy　piano　O　I　like　my　bed　God　here　we　are　as　bad　as　ever　after　16　years　how　many　houses　were　we　in　at　all　Raymond　Terrace　and　Ontario　terrace　and　Lombard　street　and　Holles　street　and　he　goes　about　whistling　every　time　were　on　the　run　again　his　huguenots　or　the　frogs　march　pretending　to　help　the　men　with　our　4　sticks　of　furniture　and　then　the　City　Arms　hotel　worse　and　worse　says　Warden　Daly　that　charming　place　on　the　landing　always　somebody　inside　praying　then　leaving　all　their　stinks　after　them　always　know　who　was　in　there　last　every　time　were　just　getting　on　right　something　happens　or　he　puts　his　big　foot　in　it　Thoms　and　Helys　and　Mr　Cuffes　and　Drimmies　either　hes　going　to　be　run　into　prison　over　his　old　lottery　tickets　that　was　to　be　all　our　salvations　or　he　goes　and　gives　impudence　well　have　him　ing　home　with　the　sack　soon　out　of　the　Freeman　too　like　the　rest　on　account　of　those　Sinner　Fein　or　the　Freemasons　then　well　see　if　the　little　man　he　showed　me　dribbling　along　in　the　wet　all　by　himself　round　by　Coadys　lane　will　give　him　much　consolation　that　he　says　is　so　capable　and　sincerely　Irish　he　is　indeed　judging　by　the　sincerity　of　the　trousers　I　saw　on　him　wait　theres　Georges　church　bells　wait　3　quarters　the　hour　wait　2　oclock　well　thats　a　nice　hour　of　the　night　for　him　to　be　ing　home　at　to　anybody　climbing　down　into　the　area　if　anybody　saw　him　Ill　knock　him　off　that　little　habit　tomorrow　first　Ill　look　at　his　shirt　to　see　or　Ill　see　if　he　has　that　French　letter　still　in　his　pocketbook　I　suppose　he　thinks　I　dont　know　deceitful　men　all　their　20　pockets　arent　enough　for　their　lies　then　why　should　we　tell　them　even　if　its　the　truth　they　dont　believe　you　then　tucked　up　in　bed　like　those　babies　in　the　Aristocrats　Masterpiece　he　brought　me　another　time　as　if　we　hadnt　enough　of　that　in　real　life　without　some　old　Aristocrat　or　whatever　his　name　is　disgusting　you　more　with　those　rotten　pictures　children　with　two　heads　and　no　legs　thats　the　kind　of　villainy　theyre　always　dreaming　about　with　not　another　thing　in　their　empty　heads　they　ought　to　get　slow　poison　the　half　of　them　then　tea　and　toast　for　him　buttered　on　both　sides　and　newlaid　eggs　I　suppose　Im　nothing　any　more　when　I　wouldnt　let　him　lick　me　in　Holles　street　one　night　man　man　tyrant　as　ever　for　the　one　thing　he　slept　on　the　floor　half　the　night　naked　the　way　the　jews　used　when　somebody　dies　belonged　to　them　and　wouldnt　eat　any　breakfast　or　speak　a　word　wanting　to　be　petted　so　I　thought　I　stood　out　enough　for　one　time　and　let　him　he　does　it　all　wrong　too　thinking　only　of　his　own　pleasure　his　tongue　is　too　flat　or　I　dont　know　what　he　forgets　that　we　then　I　dont　Ill　make　him　do　it　again　if　he　doesnt　mind　himself　and　lock　him　down　to　sleep　in　the　coalcellar　with　the　blackbeetles　I　wonder　was　it　her　Josie　off　her　head　with　my　castoffs　hes　such　a　born　liar　too　no　hed　never　have　the　courage　with　a　married　woman　thats　why　he　wants　me　and　Boylan　though　as　for　her　Denis　as　she　calls　him　that　forlornlooking　spectacle　you　couldn't　call　him　a　husband　yes　its　some　little　bitch　hes　got　in　with　even　when　I　was　with　him　with　Milly　at　the　College　races　that　Hornblower　with　the　childs　bonnet　on　the　top　on　his　nob　let　us　into　by　the　back　way　he　was　throwing　his　sheeps　eyes　at　those　two　doing　skirt　duty　up　and　down　I　tried　to　wink　at　him　first　no　use　of　course　and　thats　the　way　his　money　goes　this　is　the　fruits　of　Mr　Paddy　Dignam　yes　they　were　all　in　great　style　at　the　grand　funeral　in　the　paper　Boylan　brought　in　if　they　saw　a　real　officers　funeral　thatd　be　something　reversed　arms　muffled　drums　the　poor　horse　walking　behind　in　black　L　Bloom　and　Tom　Kernan　that　drunken　little　barrelly　man　that　bit　his　tongue　off　falling　down　the　mens　W　C　drunk　in　some　place　or　other　and