ULYSSES
Proofs
3rd placards, 15-18 November 1921, draft level 7, 7'
MS Harvard placards A-3, B-3, C-3, D-3, E-3 Draft details
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Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his
breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel when he used to
be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his highness to make himself
interesting for that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he thought he had a great leg
of and she never left us a farthing all for masses for herself and her soul
greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out
|7fourpence
4d7|
for her methylated spirit telling me all her ailments she had too much old chat
in her about politics and earthquakes and the end of the world let us have a bit
of fun first God help the world if all the women were
|7'like
her her
sort7'| down on
bathingsuits and lownecks of course nobody wanted her to wear them I suppose she
was pious because no man would look at her twice
|7'I hope
Ill never be like
her7'| a wonder she
didnt want us to cover our faces but she was a welleducated woman certainly and
her
|7gabby7|
talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Riordan there I suppose he was glad to get
shut of her and her dog smelling my fur and always edging to get up under my
petticoats especially then still I like that in him polite to old women like
that and waiters and beggars too but not always if ever he got anything really
serious the matter with him its much better for them to go into a hospital where
everything is clean but I suppose Id have to dring it into him for a month yes
and then wed have a hospital nurse next thing on the carpet have him staying
there till they throw him out or a nun maybe like the smutty photo he has shes
as much
|7a
nun7| as Im not yes
because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want a woman to get well if his nose bleeds
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youd think it was O tragic and that dyinglooking one
|7that
used to be doing skirtduty along
off7|
the south circular when he sprained his foot at the choir party at lough Bray
the day I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst old ones she
could find at the bottom of the basket
|7with
her old maids voice
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trying to imagine he was dying on account of her to never see thy face
again7| though he
looked more like a man with his beard a bit grown in the bed father was the same
besides I hate bandaging and dosing when he cut his toe with the razor paring
his corns afraid hed get blood poisoning
|7but
if it was a thing I
was sick then wed see what attention
only of course the
woman hides it not to give all the trouble they
do7| yes he came
somewhere Im sure by his appetite anyway love its not or hed be off his feed
thinking of her so either it was one of those night women if it was down there
he was really and the hotel story he made up a pack of lies to hide it planning
it Hynes kept me who did I meet ah yes I met do you remember Menton and who else
who let me see that big babbyface I saw him and he not long married flirting
with a young girl at Pooles Myriorama and turned my back on him when he slinked
out
|7looking
quite conscious7| what
harm but he had the impudence to make up to me one time well done to him mouth
almighty and his boiled eyes of all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called
a solicitor only for I hate having a long wrangle in bed or else if its not that
its some little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the sly
if they only knew him as well as I do yes because the day before yesterday he
was scribbling something a letter when I came into the front room to show him
Dignam's death in the paper as if something told me and he covered it up
with the blottingpaper pretending to be thinking about business so very probably
that was it to somebody who thinks she has a softy in him because all men get a
bit like that at his age especially getting on to forty he is now so as to
wheedle any money she can out of him no fool like an old fool and then the usual
kissing my bottom was to hide it not that I care two straws now who he does it
with or knew before that way though Id like to find out so long as I dont have
the two of them under my nose all the time like that slut
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that Mary we had in Ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to excite
him bad enough to get the smell of those painted women off him once or twice I
had a suspicion by getting him to come near me without that one
|7when I
went into the kitchen pretending he was drinking water 1 woman is not enough for
them7| it was all his
fault of course ruining servants then proposing that she could eat at our table
on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not in my house stealing my
potatoes and the oysters 2/6 per doz going out to see her aunt if you please
common robbery so it was but I was sure he had something on with that one it
takes me to find out a thing like that he said you have no proof it was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond
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of oysters but I told her what I thought of her suggesting me to go out to
be alone with her I wouldnt lower myself to spy on them the garters I found in
her room the Friday she was out that was enough for me a little bit too much her
face swelled up on her with temper when I gave her her weeks notice I saw to
that better do without them altogether do out the rooms myself quicker only for
the damn cooking and throwing out the dirt I gave it to him anyhow either she or
me leaves the house I couldnt even touch him if I thought he was with a dirty
barefaced liar and sloven like that one denying it up to my face and singing
about the place in the W C too because she knew she was too well off yes because
he couldnt possibly do without it that long so he must do it somewhere and the
last time he came on my bottom when was it the night Boylan gave my hand a great
squeeze going along by the Tolka
|7in my
hand there steals
another7| I just
pressed the back of his like that with my thumb to squeeze back singing the
young May Moon shes beaming love because he has an idea about him and me hes not
such a fool he said Im dining out and going to the Gaiety though Im not going to
give him the satisfaction in any case God knows hes a change in a way not to be
always and ever wearing the same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to
do it since I cant do it myself a young boy would like me Id confuse him a
little
|7alone
with him if we were
|alet
him see my garters the new
onesa|7| and make him
turn red looking at him
|7seduce
him I know
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what boys feel
with that down on
their cheek7|
doing that frigging drawing out the thing by the hour question and answer would
you do this that and the other with the coalman yes with a bishop yes I would
because I told him about some Dean or Bishop was sitting beside me in the jews
Temples gardens when I was knitting that woollen thing a stranger to Dublin what
place was it and so on about the monuments and he tired me out with statues
encouraging him making him worse than he is who is in your mind now tell me who
are you thinking of who is it tell me his name who tell me who the German
|7emperor
Emperor7|
is it yes imagine Im him think of him can you feel him trying to make a whore of
me what he never will he ought to give it up now at this age of his life simply
ruination for any woman and no satisfaction in it pretending to like it till he
comes and then finish it off myself anyway and it makes your lips pale anyhow
its done now once and for all with all the talk of the world about it people
make its only the first time after that its just the ordinary do it and think no
more about it why cant you kiss a man you sometimes love to wildly when you feel that way so nice all
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over you you cant help yourself I wish some man or other would take me
sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long
and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you then I hate that confession when
I used to go to Father Corrigan he touched me father and what harm if he did
where and I said on the canal bank like a fool but whereabouts on your person
|7my
child7| on the leg
behind high up was it yes rather high up was it where you sit down yes O Lord
couldnt he say bottom right out and have done with it what has that got to do
with it and did you whatever way he put it I forget no father and I always think
of the real father what did he want to know for when I already confessed it to
God he had a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt mind feeling it
neither would he Id say by
|7his
the7|
bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know me in the box
|7I
could see his face he couldnt see
mine7| of course
hed never turn or let on besides theres no danger with a
|7priest
Priest7|
if youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to H H the
pope for a penance I wonder was he satisfied with me one thing I didnt like his
slapping me behind going away so familiarly in the hall though I laughed Im not
a horse or an ass am I I suppose he was thinking of his father I wonder is he
awake thinking of me or dreaming am I in it
|7who
gave him that flower he said he
bought7| he smelt of
some kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of paste they
stick their bills up with some liqueur Id like to sip those richlooking green
and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the opera hats
|7I
tasted once with my finger
|adippeda|
out of that
American that had the squirrel
talking stamps
with father7| he had
all he could do to keep himself from falling asleep after the last time after we
took the claret and potted meat it had a fine salty taste yes because I felt
lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment I popped
straight into bed till that thunder woke me up God be merciful to us I thought
the heavens were coming down about us to punish us when I blessed myself and
said a Hail Mary like those awful thunderbolts in Gibraltar as if the world was
coming to an end and then they come and tell you theres no God what could you do
if it was running and rushing about nothing only make an act of contrition the
candle I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the month of May see
it brought its luck though hed scoff if he heard because he never goes to church
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mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey matter
because he doesnt know what it is to have one yes when I lit the lamp because he
must have come 3 or 4 times with that tremendous big red brute of a thing he has
I thought the vein or whatever the dickens they call it was going to burst
though his nose is not so big after I took off all my things with the blinds
down after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it like iron or some kind
of a thick crowbar standing all the time he must have eaten oysters I think a
few dozen
|7he
was in great singing
voice7| no I never
in all my life felt anyone had one the size of that to make you feel full up
|7he
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must have a whole sheep
after7| whats the
idea making us like that with a big hole in the middle of us or like a stallion
driving it up into you because thats all they want out of you with that
determined vicious look in his eye I had to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt such
a tremendous amount of spunk in him when I made him pull out and do it on me
considering how big it is so much the better in case any of it wasnt washed out
properly the last time I let him finish it in me nice invention they made for
women for him to get all the pleasure but if someone gave them a touch of it
themselves theyd know what I went through with Milly nobody would believe and
Mina Purefoys husband give us a swing out of your whiskers filling her up with a
child or twins once a year as regular as the clock supposed to be healthy
|7not
satisfied till they have us
swollen out like
elephants or I dont know
what7| supposing I
risked having another not off him though still if he was married Im sure hed
have a fine strong child but I dont know Poldy has more spunk in him
|7yes
|athat
would thatda|
be awfully jolly7| I
suppose it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about me and
Boylan set him off well he can think what he likes now if thatll do him any good
I know they were spooning a bit when I came on the scene he was dancing and
sitting out with her the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then he
wanted to ram it down my neck on account of not liking to see her a wallflower
that was why we had the standup row over politics he began it not me when he
said about Our Lord being a carpenter and the first socialist
|7he
annoyed so much I couldnt put him into a
temper7| still he
knows a lot of mixedup things especially about the body and the inside I often
wanted to study up that myself what we have inside us in that family physician I
could always hear his voice talking when the room was
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crowded and watch him after that I pretended I had a coolness on with her over him
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because he used to be a bit on the jealous side whenever he asked who are
you going to and I said over to Floey and he made me the present of lord Byrons
poems and the three pairs of gloves so that finished that I could quite easily
get him to make it up any time I know how Id even supposing he got in with her
again and was going out to see her somewhere Id know if he refused to eat the
onions I know several ways ask him to tuck down the collar of my blouse or touch
him with my veil and gloves on going out one kiss then would send them all
spinning however alright well see then let him go to her she of course would
only be too delighted to pretend shes mad in love with him that I wouldnt so
much mind but he might imagine he was and make a declaration to her like he did
to me though I had the devils own job to get it out of him though I liked him
for that it showed he could hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking he was on
the pop of asking me too the night in the kitchen I was rolling the potato cake
theres something I want to say to you only for I put him off letting on I was in
a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty flour
|7'in any
case I let out too much the night before talking of dreams so I didnt want to
let him know more than was good for
him7'| she used to be
always embracing me Josie whenever he was there meaning him of course glauming
me over and when I said I washed up and down as far as possible asking me did
you wash possible the women are always egging on to that putting it on thick
when hes there they know by his sly eye blinking a bit putting on the
indifferent when they come out with something the kind he is what spoils him I
dont wonder in the least because he was very handsome at that time trying to
look like lord Byron I said I liked though he was too beautiful for a man and he
was a little before we got engaged afterwards though she didnt like it so much
the day I was in fits of laughing with the giggles I couldnt stop about all my
hairpins falling out one after another
|7with
the mass of hair I
had7| youre always in great humour she said yes because it
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grigged her because she knew what it meant
|7because
I used a good bit of what went on between us not all but just enough to make
her mouthº
water7| but that wasnt
my fault she didnt darken the door much after we were married I wonder what shes got like now
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after living with that dotty husband of hers she had her face beginning to
look drawn and run down the last time I saw her she must have been just after a
row with him because I saw on the moment she was edging to draw down a
conversation about husbands and talk about him to run him down what was it she
told me O yes that sometimes he used to go to bed with his muddy boots on when
the maggot takes him just imagine having to get into bed with a thing like that
that might murder you any moment what a man well its not the one way everyone
goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he does always wipes his feet on the mat when he
comes in wet or shine and
|7always
blacks his own
boots too and7| he
always takes off his hat when he comes up in the street like then and now hes
going about in his slippers to look for £10000 for a postcard u p up O
Sweetheart May wouldnt a thing like that simply bore you stiff to extinction
actually too stupid even to take his boots off now what could you make of a man
like that Id rather die 20 times over than marry another of their sex of course
hed never find another woman like me to put up with him the way I do
|7know
come sleep with me7|
yes and he knows that too at the bottom of his heart take that Mrs Maybrick that
poisoned her husband for what I wonder in love with some other man yes it was
found out on her wasnt she the
|7downright7|
villain to go and do a thing like that of course some men can be dreadfully
aggravating drive you mad and always the worst word in the world what do they
ask us to marry them for if were so bad as all that comes to yes because they
cant get on without us white Arsenic she put in his tea I wonder why they call
it that if I asked him hed say its from the Greek leave us as wise as before she
must have been madly in love with the other fellow to run the chance of being
hanged O she didnt care if that was her nature what could she do besides theyre
not brutes enough to go and hang a woman surely are they
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theyre all so different Boylan talking about the shape of my foot he noticed
at once even before he was introduced when I was in the D B C with Poldy
laughing and trying to listen I was waggling my foot I saw him looking with his
two old maids of sisters when I stood up and asked the girl where it was what do
I care with it dropping out of me and that black closed breeches he made me buy
takes you half an hour to let them down wetting all myself always with some
brandnew fad every other week such a long one I did I forgot my suede gloves on
the seat behind that I never got after some robber of a woman and he wanted me
to put it in the Irish Times lost in the ladies lavatory D B C Dame street
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finder return to Mrs Marion Bloom
|7'and
I saw his eyes on my
feet going out through the turning
door7'|
|7he was
looking when I looked back through the swingdoor
and I went there 2
days after in the hope but he
wasnt7| now how did
that excite him because I was crossing them when we were in the other room first
he meant the shoes that are too tight to walk in my hand is nice like that I
dont like my foot so much still I made him spend once with my foot the night
after Goodwins botchup of a concert so cold and windy it was well we had that
rum in the house to mull and the fire wasnt black out when he asked to take off
my stockings lying on the hearthrug in Lombard street west but of course hes not
natural
|7like
the rest of the
world7| that I what
did he say I could give nine points in ten to Kattie Lanner and beat her what
does that mean I asked him I forget what he said because the stop press edition
just passed and the man with the curly hair in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I
think I saw his face before somewhere I noticed him when I was tasting the
butter so I took my time Bartell dArcy too that he used to make fun of when he
commenced kissing me on the choir stairs after I sang
|7Gounod's
Gounods7|
Ave Maria
|7what
are we waiting for O my heart kiss me straight on the
brown brow and part
which is my brown
part7| he was pretty
hot for all his tinny voice too my low notes he said if you can believe him then
he said wasnt it terrible to do that there in a place like that I dont see
anything so terrible about it Ill tell him about that some day not now and
surprise him ay and Ill take him there and show the very place too
|7so
now there you
are7| he thinks
nothing can happen without him knowing he was
|7much
10
times7| worse himself
begging me to give him a tiny bit cut off my drawers that was the evening coming
along Kenilworth square he kissed me in the eye of my glove and I had to take it
off asking me questions is it permitted to inquire the shape of my bedroom so I
let him keep it as if I forgot it to think of me when I saw him slip it into his
pocket of course hes mad on the subject of drawers thats plain to be seen always
skeezing at those brazenfaced things on the bicycles with their skirts blowing
up to their navels even when Milly and I were out with him at the open air fete
that one in the cream muslin standing right against the
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sun so he could see every atom she had on when he saw me from behind
following in the rain I saw him before he saw me however standing at the corner
of the Harolds cross road with a new raincoat on him with the muffler in the
Zingari colours to show off his complexion and the brown hat looking slyboots as
usual what was he doing there where hed no business they can go and get whatever
they like from anything at all with a skirt on it and were not to ask any
questions but they want to know where were you where are you going I could feel
him coming along skulking after me his eyes on my neck pestered me to say yes
till I took off my glove slowly watching him he said my openwork sleeves were
too cold for the rain anything for an excuse to put his hand anear me drawers
drawers all the time till I promised to give him the pair off my doll to carry
about in his waistcoat pocket O Maria Santissima he did look a big fool
dreeping in the rain splendid set of teeth he had made me hungry to look at them and beseeched of me to lift the orange
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petticoat I had on with the sunray pleats that there was nobody he said hed
kneel down in the wet if I didnt so persevering you never know what freak theyd
take alone with you theyre so savage for it if anyone was passing so I
|7lifted
them a bit and7|
touched his trousers outside the way I used to Gardner after to keep him from
doing worse where it was too public he was shaking like a jelly all over they
want to do everything too quick take all the pleasure out of it then he wrote me
that letter with all those words in it how could he have the face to any woman
after his company manners making it so awkward after when we met asking me have
I offended you with my eyelids down of course he saw I wasnt he had a few brains
not like that other fool Henny Doyle he was always breaking or tearing something
in the charades I hate an unlucky man and if I knew what it meant of course I
had to say no for form sake dont understand you I said and wasnt it natural so
it is of course it used to be written up with a picture of a womans on that wall
in Gibraltar with that word I couldnt find anywhere only for children seeing it
too young then writing every morning a letter sometimes twice a day I liked the
way he made love then he knew the way to take a woman
|7'when he sent me the 8 big poppies because mine
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was the
8thº7'|
then I wrote the night he kissed my heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt describe it
simply it makes you feel like nothing on earth but he never knew how to embrace
well like Gardner I hope hell come on Monday as he said at the same time four I
hate people who come at all hours answer the door you think its the vegetables
then its somebody and you all undressed or the door of the filthy sloppy kitchen
blows open the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the concert in Lombard
street and I just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont
look at me professor I had to say Im a fright yes but he was a real old gent in
his way it was impossible to be more respectful nobody to say youre out you have
to peep out through the blind
|7|alike
the messengerboy todaya| I thought it
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was a putoff first him sending the port and the peaches first
and7| I was just
beginning to yawn with nerves
|7thinking
he was trying to
make a fool of
me7| when I knew
his tattarrattat at the door he must have been a bit late because it was
¼ after
|7three
37|
when I saw the
|7two
27|
Dedalus girls coming from school when I threw the penny to that lame sailor for
England home and beauty
|7when
I was whistling
there is a charming girl I
love7| and I hadnt
even put on my clean shift or powdered myself or a thing then this day week were
to go to Belfast just as well he has to go to Ennis his fathers anniversary the
27th it wouldnt be pleasant if he did suppose our rooms at the hotel were beside
each other and any fooling went on in the new bed I couldnt tell him to stop and
not bother me with him in the next room or perhaps some protestant clergyman
with a cough knocking on the wall then he wouldnt believe the next day we didnt
do something its all very well a husband but you cant fool a lover after me
telling him we never did anything
|7of
course he didnt believe
me7| no its better
hes going where he is besides something always happens with him the time going
to the Mallow Concert at Maryborough ordering boiling soup for the two of us
then the bell rang out he walks down the platform with the soup splashing about
taking spoonfuls of it and the waiter after him making a holy show of us
screeching and confusion for the engine to start but he wouldnt pay till he
finished it the two gentlemen in the 3rd class carriage said he was quite right
so he was too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he gets a thing into his head a
good job he was able to open the carriage door with his knife or theyd have
taken us on to Cork I suppose that was done out of revenge on him O I love
jaunting in a train or a car with lovely soft cushions I wonder will he take a 1st class for me he might want to do it
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in the train by tipping the guard well O I suppose there'll be the
usual idiots of men gaping at us with their eyes as stupid as ever they can
possibly be one or two tunnels perhaps then you have to look out
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of the window all the nicer then coming back suppose I never came back what
would they say eloped with him that gets you on on the stage the last concert I
sang at where its over a year ago when was it St Teresas hall Clarendon St
little chits of missies they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her like on
account of father being in the army and my singing the absentminded beggar and
wearing a brooch for lord Roberts when I had the map of it all and Poldy not
Irish enough was it him managed it this time I wouldnt put it past him like he
got me on to sing in the Stabat Mater by going around saying he was putting Lead
Kindly Light to music till the jesuits found out he was a freemason thumping the
piano lead Thou me on copied from some old opera yes and he was going about with
some of them Sinner Fein lately or whatever they call themselves talking his
usual trash and nonsense he says that little man he showed me without the neck
is very intelligent the coming man Griffiths is he well he doesnt look it thats
all I can say still it must have been him he knew there was a boycott I hate the
mention of their politics after the war that Pretoria and Ladysmith and
Bloemfontein where Gardner Lieut Stanley G 8th Bn 2nd East Lancs Rgt of enteric
fever he was a lovely fellow in kaki Im sure he was brave too he said I was
lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the canal lock my Irish beauty he was
pale with excitement about going away or wed be seen from the road he couldnt
stand properly and I so hot as I never felt they could have made their peace in
the beginning or old oom Paul and the rest of the old Krugers go and fight it
out between them instead of dragging on for years killing any finelooking men
there were I love to see a regiment pass in review the first time I saw the
Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was lovely after looking across the bay from
Algeciras all the lights of the rock like fireflies or those sham battles on the
15 acres the Black Watch with their kilts in time the hussars or the lancers O
the lancers theyre grand or the Dublins that won Tugela his father made his
money over selling the horses for the cavalry well he
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could buy me a nice present up in Belfast after what I gave him theyve
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lovely linen up there or one of those nice kimono things I must buy a
mothball like I had before to keep in the drawer with them it would be exciting
going round with him shopping buying those things in a new city better leave
this ring behind want to keep turning and turning to get it over the knuckle
there or they might bell it round the town in their papers or tell the police on
me but theyd think were married O let them all go and smother themselves for all
I care he has plenty of money and hes not a marrying man so somebody better get
it out of him if I could find out whether he likes me I looked a bit washy of
course when I looked close in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you
the expression besides scrooching down on me like that all the time with his big
hipbones hes heavy too with his hairy chest for this heat always having to lie
down for them better for him put it into me from behind the way Mrs Mastiansky
told me her husband made her like the dogs do it and stick out her tongue as far
as ever she could and he so quiet and mild with his tingating cither can you
ever be up to men the way it takes them lovely stuff in that blue suit he had on
and stylish tie and socks with the skyblue silk things on them hes certainly
|7'well
off
welloff7'|
|7'I know
by the cut his
clothes have and
his heavy
watch7'| but he
was like a perfect devil for a few minutes after he came back with the stop
press tearing up the tickets and swearing blazes because he lost 20 quid he said
he lost over that outsider that won and half he put on for me on account of
Lenehans tip cursing him to the lowest pits that sponger he was making free with
me after the Glencree dinner coming back that long joult over the featherbed
mountain
|7'after
the lord Mayor looking at me with his dirty eyes Val Dillon
7'| I first noticed
him at dessert when I was cracking the nuts with my teeth I wished I could have
picked every morsel of that chicken out of my fingers it was so tasty and
browned and as tender as anything only for I didnt want to eat everything on my
plate those forks and fishslicers were hallmarked silver too I wish I had some I
could easily have slipped a couple into my muff when I was playing with them
then always hanging out of them for money in
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a restaurant for the bit you put down your throat we have to be thankful
for our mangy cup of tea itself as a great compliment to be noticed the way the
world is divided in any case if its going to go on I want at least two other
good chemises for one thing and but I dont know what kind of drawers he likes
none at all I think didnt he say yes and half the girls in Gibraltar never wore
them either naked as God made them that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt
make much secret of what she hadnt yes and the
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second pair of silkette stockings is laddered after one days wear I could
have brought them back to Sparrows this morning and made them change them only
not to run the risk of walking into him and ruining the whole thing and one of
those kidfitting corsets Id want advertised cheap in the Gentlewoman with
elastic gores on the hips he saved the one I have but thats no good what did
they say they give a delightful figure line 11/6 obviating that unsightly broad
appearance across the lower back to reduce flesh my belly is a bit too big Ill
have to knock off the stout at dinner or am I getting too fond of it the last
they sent from ORourkes was as flat as a pancake he makes his money easy Larry
they call him the old mangy parcel he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a bottle
of hogwash he calls claret that he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his
spit for fear hed die of the drouth or I must do a few breathing exercises I
wonder is that antifat any good might overdo it thin ones are not so much the
fashion now garters that much I have the violet pair I wore today thats all he
bought me out of the cheque he got on the first O no there was the face lotion I
finished the last of yesterday that made my skin like new I told him over and
over again get that made up in the same place and dont forget it God only knows
whether he did after all I said to him Ill know by the bottle anyway if not I
suppose Ill only have to wash in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some
of that opoponax and violet I thought it was beginning to look coarse or old a
bit the skin underneath is much finer where it peeled off there on my finger
after the burn its a pity it isnt all like that and the four paltry
handkerchiefs about 6/- in all sure you cant get on in this world without style all going in food and rent when
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I get it Ill lash it around I tell you in fine style I always want to throw
a handful of tea into the pot measuring and mincing if I buy a pair of old
brogues itself do you like those new shoes yes how much were they Ive no clothes
at all
|7'the
brown costume and the skirt and jacket and
the one at the
cleaners 3 whats that for any
woman7'| cutting up
this old hat and patching up the other the men wont look at you and women try to
walk on you
|7because
they know youve no man
then7| for the four
years more I have of life up to 35 no Im what am I at all Ill be
|7'thirtythree
337'|
in September
|7'will I
what7'| O well look at
that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than me I saw her when I was out last week
her beautys on the wane she was a lovely woman magnificent head of hair on her
down to her waist tossing it back like that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing I did every morning
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to look across see her combing it as if she loved it and was full of it
pity I only got to know her the day before we left and that Mrs Langtry the
Jersey Lily the prince of Wales was in love with I suppose hes like the first
man going the roads only for the name of a king theyre all made the one way a
beauty up to what was she fortyfive there was some funny story about the jealous
old husband what was it at all and an oyster knife he went no he made her wear a
kind of a tin thing round her and the prince of Wales yes he had the oyster
knife cant be true a thing like that like some of those books he brings me the
works of Master Francois somebody supposed to be a priest about a child born out
of her ear because her bumgut fell out a nice word for any priest to write
|7'and
her a—e as if any fool wouldnt know what that meant
I hate that
pretending of all
things7'| with
that old blackguards face on him anybody can see its not true and that Ruby and
Fair Tyrants he brought me that twice I remember when I came to page 50 the part
about where she hangs him up out of a hook with a cord flagellate sure theres
nothing for a woman in that all invention made up about he drinking the
champagne out of her slipper after the ball was over like the infant Jesus in
the crib at Inchicore in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have a
child that big taken out of her
|7'and
I thought first it came out of her
side7'| because how could she
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go to the chamber when she wanted to and she a rich lady he ought to chuck
that Freeman with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of it and go into an
office or something where hed get regular money of course he prefers plottering
about the house so you cant stir with him any side whats your programme today
|7'I
wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get the smell of a
man7'| or pretending
to be mooching about for advertisements when he could have been in Mr Cuffes
still only for what he did then sending me to try and patch it up I could have
got him promoted there to be the manager he gave me a great eye once or twice
first he was as stiff as the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom only I felt
rotten simply with the old rubbishy dress that I lost the leads out of the tails
with no cut in it but theyre coming into fashion again I bought it simply to
please him I knew it was no good by the finish pity I changed my mind of going to Todd and
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Burns as I said and not Lees it was just like the shop itself rummage sale
a lot of trash
|7I hate
those rich shops get
on your nerves7|
nothing kills me altogether only he thinks he knows a great lot about a womans
dress and cooking mathering everything he can scour off the shelves into it if I
went by his advices every blessed hat I put on does that suit me yes take that
thats alright the one like a weddingcake standing up miles off my head he said
suited me or the dishcover one coming down on my backside on pins and needles
about the shopgirl in that place in Grafton street I had the misfortune to bring
him into and she as insolent as ever she could be with her smirk saying Im
afraid were giving you too much trouble what shes there for but I stared it out
of her yes he was awfully stiff and no wonder but he changed the second time he
looked Poldy pigheaded as usual like the soup but I could see him looking very
hard at my chest Im extremely sorry Mrs Bloom believe
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me without making it too marked the first time after him being insulted and
me being supposed to be his wife I just half smiled I know my chest was out that
way at the door when he said Im extremely sorry and Im sure you were
I think he made them a bit firmer sucking them like that so long he made me
thirsty titties he calls them I had to laugh yes this one anyhow Ill get him to
keep that up and Ill take those eggs beaten up with marsala fatten them out for
him what are all those veins and things curious the way its made two the same in
case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty placed up there like those
statues in the museum one of them pretending to hide it with her hand are they
so beautiful of course compared with what a man looks like with his two bags
full and his other thing hanging down out of him or sticking up at you like a
hatrack no wonder they hide it with a cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameron
highlander behind the meat market or that other wretch with the red head behind
the tree when I was passing pretending he was pissing standing out for me to see
it with his babyclothes up to one side the Queens own
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they were a nice lot its well the Surreys relieved them I tried to draw a
picture of it before I tore it up like a sausage or something I wonder theyre
not afraid going about of getting a kick or a bang of something there the woman
is beauty of course thats admitted when he said I could pose for a picture naked
to some rich fellow in Holles street when he lost the job in Helys and I was
selling the clothes and strumming in the coffee palace would I be like that bath of the nymph
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with my hair down yes only shes younger or Im a little like that dirty
bitch in that Spanish photo he has nymphs used they go about like that I asked
him and that word met something with hoses in it and he came out with some
jawbreakers about the incarnation he never can explain a thing simply the way a
body can understand then he goes and burns the bottom out of the pan all for his
kidney this one not so much theres the mark of his teeth still where he tried to
bite the nipple I had to scream out arent they fearful trying to hurt you I had
a great breast of milk with Milly enough for two what was the reason of that he
said I could have got a pound a week as a wet nurse all swelled out the morning
that delicate looking student that stopped in no 28 with the Citrons Penrose
nearly caught me washing through the window only for I snapped up the towel to
my face that was his studenting hurt me they used to weaning her till he got
doctor Brady to give me the Belladonna prescription I had to get him to suck
them they were so hard he said it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he
wanted to milk me into the tea well hes beyond everything I declare somebody
ought to put him in the budget if I only could remember the one half of the
things and write a book out of it the works of Master Poldy yes and its so much
smoother the skin much an hour he was at them Im sure by the clock all the
pleasure those men get out of a woman I can feel his mouth O Lord I must stretch
myself I wished he was here or somebody to let myself go with
|7I
feel all fire inside
me7| or if I could
dream it when he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind with his finger I
was coming for about five minutes
|7'with
my legs round
him7'| I had to
hug him after O Lord I wanted to shout out all sorts of things fuck or shit or
anything at all only not to look ugly or those lines from the strain who knows
the way hed take it you want to feel your way with a man theyre not all like him thank God some of
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them want you to be so nice about it I noticed the contrast he does it and
doesnt talk I gave my eyes that look with my hair a bit loose from the tumbling
and my tongue between my lips up to him the savage brute Thursday Friday one Saturday two
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Sunday three O Lord I cant wait till Monday
frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines
have in them like big giants and the water rolling all over and out of them all
sides like the end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor men that have to be out
all the night from their wives and families in those roasting engines stifling
it was today Im glad I burned the half of those old Freemans and Photo bits
leaving things like that lying about hes getting very careless and threw the
rest of them up in the W C
|7'Ill
get him to cut them tomorrow for
me7'| instead of
having them there for the next year to get a few pence for them have him asking
wheres last Januarys paper and all those old overcoats I bundled out of the hall
making the place hotter than it is that rain was lovely just after my beauty
sleep I thought it was going to get like Gibraltar my goodness the heat there
and the glare of the rock standing up in it like a big giant
|7compared
with their 3 Rock
mountain they think is so
great7| with the red
sentries here and there the poplars and they all whitehot and the smell of the
rainwater in those tanks watching the sun all the time weltering down on you
faded all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me from the B
Marche paris what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote on it she was very nice
whats this her other name was just a P C to tell you I sent the little present
have just had a jolly warm bath and feel a very clean dog now enjoyed it wogger
she called him wogger wd give anything to be back in
|7'G
Gib7'|
and hear you sing in old Madrid or Waiting Concone is the name of those
exercises he bought me one of those new some word I couldnt make out shawls
amusing things but tear for the least thing
|7'still
there lovely I think dont
you7'| will always
think of the lovely teas we had together scrumptious currant scones and
raspberry wafers I adore well now dearest Doggerina be sure and write soon kind
she left out regards to your father also Captain Grove with love yrs affly
Hester x x x x x she didnt look a bit married just like a girl he was years
older than her wogger he was awfully fond of me when he held down the wire with
his foot for me to step over at the bullfight at La Linea when that matador Gomez was given the
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bulls ear these clothes we have to wear whoever invented them expecting you
to walk up Killiney hill then for example at that picnic all staysed up you cant
do a blessed thing in them in a crowd run or jump out of the way
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thats why I was afraid when that other ferocious old
|7bull
Bull7|
began to charge the banderilleros
|7'with
the |asashes and the
2a| things in their
hats7'| and the
brutes of men shouting bravo toro sure the women were as bad
|7'in
their nice white
mantillas7'| ripping
all the whole insides out of those poor horses I never heard of such a thing in
all my life yes he used to break his heart at me taking off the dog barking in
bell lane what became of them ever I suppose theyre dead long ago the two of
them its like all through a mist makes you feel so old I made the scones of
course I had everything all to myself then a girl Hester we used to compare our
hair mine was thicker than hers she showed me how to settle it at the back when
I put it up and whats this else how to make a knot on a thread with the one hand
|7'we
were like
cousins7'| what
age was I then the night of the storm I slept in her bed she had her arms round
me then we were fighting in the morning with the pillow what fun he was watching
me whenever he got an opportunity at the band on the Alameda esplanade when I
was with father and Captain Grove I looked up at the church first and then at
the windows then down and our eyes met I felt something go through me like all
needles my eyes were dancing I remember after when I looked at myself in the
glass hardly recognised myself the change I didnt get a wink of sleep it wouldnt
have been nice on account of her but I could have stopped it in time she gave me
the Moonstone to read that was the first I read of Wilkie Collins East Lynne I
read and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that other woman
I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it so as he see I wasnt without and
Lord Lytton Eugene Aram Molly bawn she gave me by Mrs Hungerford on account of
the name I dont like books with a Molly in them like that one he brought me
about the one from Flanders a whore always shoplifting anything she could cloth
and stuff and yards of it O this blanket is too heavy on me thats better I havent even one
{u21, 843}
decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me besides him and his
fooling thats better I used to be weltering then in the heat my shift drenched
with the sweat stuck in the cheeks of my bottom on the chair when I stood up
they were so fattish and firm when I got up on the sofa cushions to see with my
clothes up and the bugs tons of them at night and the mosquito nets I couldnt
read a line Lord how long ago it seems centuries of course they never came back
and she didnt put her address right on it either she may have noticed her wogger
people were always going away and we never I remember that day with the waves and the boats
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with their high heads rocking and the smell of ship those
|7officers
Officers7|
uniforms on shore leave made me seasick he didnt say anything he was very
serious I had the high buttoned boots on and my skirt was blowing she kissed me
six or seven times didnt I cry yes I believe I did or near it my lips were
taittering when I said goodbye she had a
|7gorgeous
Gorgeous7|
wrap
|7'of
some special kind of blue
colour7'| on her for
the voyage made very peculiarly to one side like and it was extremely pretty it
got as dull as the devil after they went I was almost planning to run away mad
out of it somewhere
|7'were
never easy where we are father or aunt or
marriage7'|
waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed his flying
feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over the shop
|7'especially
the Queens
birthday7'| and
throwing everything down in all directions if you didnt open the windows then
the same old reveille in the morning and drums rolling and the unfortunate poor
devils of soldiers walking about with messtins smelling the place more than the
old jews in their jellibees assembly and sound clear and gunfire for the men to
cross the lines and the warden marching with his keys to lock the gates and the
bagpipes and only Captain Groves and father talking about Rorkes drift and
Plevna
|7'and
sir Garnet
Wolseley7'| and
Gordon at Kartoum lighting their pipes for them everytime they went out drunken
old devil with his grog on the windowsill catch him
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leaving any of it picking his nose trying to think of some other dirty
story to tell up in a corner but he never forgot himself when I was there
sending me out of the room on some blind excuse paying his compliments the
Bushmills whisky talking of course but hed do the same to the next woman that
came along I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the days like years not
a letter from a living soul except the odd few I posted to myself with bits of
paper in them so bored sometimes I could fight with my nails as bad as now with
the hands hanging off me looking out of the window if there was a nice fellow
even in the opposite house
|7that
idiot medical in
Holles street the nurse was after
when I put on my
gloves and hat at the window to show I was going out not a notion what I meant
arent they thick youd want to
|aput
printa| it up on a big poster for them not even if you shake their
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hands twice
|ahe
didnt recognise me either outside Westland row
chapela| where does their
great intelligence come in Id like to
know7| the meat and
the coalmans bell
|7pots
and pans and kettles to mend any broken bottles for a poor man
today7| and no
visitors or post ever except his cheques or some advertisement like that
wonderworker they sent him addressed dear Madam only his letter and the card
from Milly this morning see she wrote a letter to him who did I get the last
letter from O Mrs Dwenn now what possessed her to write after so many years
Floey Dillon since she wrote to say she was married to a very rich architect if
Im to believe all I hear with a villa and eight rooms her father was an awfully
nice man he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now Miss Tweedy or Miss
Gillespie theres the pyannyer then dying so far away
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I hate people that have always their poor story to tell everybody has their
own troubles that poor Nancy Blake died a month ago of acute neumonia well I
didnt know her so well as all that she was Floeys friend more than mine its a
bother having to answer he always tells me the wrong things and no stops to say
like making a speech your sad bereavement symphathy I always
make that mistake and newphew with 2 double yous in I hope hell
write me a longer letter the next time if its a thing he really likes me O
thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted youve
no chances at all in this place like you used long ago I wish somebody would
write me a loveletter in Old Madrid silly women believe love is sighing I am
dying still if he wrote it I suppose thered be some truth in it true or no it
fills up your whole day and life always something to think about every moment
and see it all round you like a new world I could write the answer in bed to let
him imagine me short just a few words not those long crossed letters Atty Dillon
used to write to the fellow that jilted her out of the ladies letterwriter
|7when I
told her to say a few simple words he could twist how he liked
not7| acting with
precipit precipitancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer
to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness theres nothing else its all very fine for them
{u22, 710}
but as for being a woman as soon as youre old they might as well throw you out in the bottom of the ashpit.
Mulveys was the first when I was in bed that morning and Mrs Rubio brought
it in with the coffee she stood there standing when I asked her to hand me and I
pointing at them I couldnt think of the word a hairpin to open it with ah
horquilla disobliging old thing with her switch of false hair on her and vain
about her appearance ugly as she was near eighty her face a mass of wrinkles
with all her religion domineering because she never could get over the Union Jack flying and because I didnt run
{u21, 846}
into mass often enough in Santa Maria to please her
|7except
when there was a marriage
on7| with all her
miracles of the saints and the sun dancing 3 times on Easter Sunday morning
|7'and
when the priest was going by with
|athe
bell bringinga| the
vatican to the dying blessing herself for
his
Majestad7'| an
admirer he signed it I near jumped out of my skin I wanted to pick him up when I
saw him following me along the Calle Real in the shop window then he tipped me
just in passing but I never thought hed write making an appointment I had it
inside my petticoat bodice all day reading it up in every hole and corner to
find out by the handwriting or the language of stamps singing I remember shall I
wear a white rose
|7'and
I wanted to put on
the old stupid clock to near the
time7'| he was the
first man kissed me under the Moorish wall
|7'my
sweetheart when a
boy7'| it never
entered my head what kissing meant till he put his tongue in my mouth his mouth
was sweetlike young I put my knee up to him a few times to learn the way what
did I tell him I was engaged for for fun to the son of a Spanish nobleman named
Don Miguel de la Flora and he believed me that I was to be married to him in
three years time theres many a true word spoken in jest
|7'the
flowers that bloom in the spring trala
there
is a flower that
bloometh7'| a few
things I told him true about myself just for him to be imagining the Spanish
girls he didnt like I suppose one of them wouldnt have him I got him excited he
crushed all the flowers on my bosom he brought me he couldnt count the pesetas
till I taught him Cappoquin he came from he said on the Blackwater but it was
too short then the day before he left
|7may yes
it was May when
the
|ainfanta|
king of Spain was
born7| up on the
tiptop under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told him
|7'it
was struck by lightning and7'| all about the old
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Barbary apes they sent to Clapham without a tail careering all over the
show on each others back Mrs Rubio said she was a regular old rock scorpion
robbing the chickens out of Inces farm and throw stones at you if you went anear
he was looking at me I had that white blouse on open in the front to encourage
him as much as I could without too openly they
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were just beginning to be plump I said I was tired we lay over the firtree
cove a wild place I suppose it must be the highest rock in existence the
galleries and casemates and those frightful rocks and Saint Michaels cave with
the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down and ladders all the mud
plotching my boots Im sure thats the way down the monkeys go under the sea to
Africa when they die the ships out far like chips
|7the
sea7| and the sky you
could do what you liked
|7|aI
coulda| lie
there for ever7| he
caressed them outside they love doing that its the roundness there I was leaning
over him with my white ricestraw hat to take the newness out of it the left side
of my face the best my blouse open for his last day
|7'transparent
kind of shirt he had I could see his chest
pink7'| he wanted
to touch mine with his for a moment but I wouldnt let him for fear you never
know consumption or leave me with a child embarazada that old servant Ines told
me that one drop even if it got into you at all after I tried with the
|7banana
Banana7|
but I was afraid it might break and get lost up in me somewhere because they
once took something down out of a woman that was up there for years covered with
limesalts theyre all mad to get in there where they come out of youd think they
could never go far enough up and then theyre done with you in a way till the
next time yes because theres a wonderful feeling there so tender all the time
how did we finish it off yes O yes I pulled him off into my handkerchief
pretending not to be excited but I opened my legs I wouldnt let him touch me
inside my petticoat because I had a skirt opening up the side I tormented the
life out of him first tickling him I loved rousing that dog in the hotel
rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes shut and a bird flying below us he was shy all
the same I liked him like that moaning I made him blush a little when I got over
him that way when I unbuttoned him and took his out and drew back the skin it
had a kind of eye in it theyre all
|7buttons
Buttons7|
men down the middle on the wrong side of them Molly darling he called me what
was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it yes I think a lieutenant he was rather
fair he had a laughing kind of a voice so I went round to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit
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moustache had he he said hed come back Lord its just like yesterday to me
and if I was married hed do it to me and I promised him yes faithfully Id let him block
{u22, 712}
me now flying perhaps hes dead or killed or a Captain or admiral its nearly
20 years if I said firtree cove he would if he came up behind me and put his
hands over my eyes to guess who I might recognise him hes young still about
forty perhaps hes married some girl on the black water I was a bit wild after
when I blew out the old bag the biscuits were in from
|7Albertis
Benady
Bros7| and
exploded it Lord what a bang all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back
the same way that we went
|7over
middle hill7|
round by the old
|7guardhouse
and7| jews burialplace
pretending to read out the Hebrew on them I wanted to fire his pistol he said he
hadnt one he didnt know what to make of me with his peak cap on that he always
wore crooked H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old
|7'bishop
Bishop7'|
that spoke off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about
girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak caps and the new woman bloomers
God send him sense and me more money I suppose theyre called after him I never
thought that would be my name Bloom when I used to write it in print to see how
it looked on a visiting card or practising for the butcher and oblige M Bloom
youre looking blooming Josie used to say after I married him well its better
than Breen or those awful names with bottom in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some other
kind of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt go mad about either
|7'or
suppose I divorced him Mrs
Boylan7'| the fun we
had running along Williss road to Europa point twisting in and out all round the
other side of Jersey they were shaking and dancing about in my blouse like
Millys little ones now when she runs up the stairs I loved looking down at them I was jumping up at the pepper trees and
{u21, 849}
the white poplars pulling the leaves off and throwing them at him he went
to India he was to write the voyages those men have to make to the ends of the
world and back its the least they might get a squeeze or two at a woman while
they can going out to be drowned or blown up somewhere I went up windmill hill
to the flats that Sunday morning with Captain Rubios that was dead spyglass
|7like
the sentry had7|
he said hed have one or two from on board I wore that frock from the B Marche
|7'Paris
parisº7'|
and the coral necklace I could see over to Morocco almost the bay of Tangier
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white and the Atlas mountain with snow on it and the straits like a river
so clear Harry Molly Darling I was thinking of him on the sea all the time after
at mass when my petticoat began to slip down at the elevation weeks and weeks I
kept the handkerchief under my pillow for the smell of him there was no decent
perfume to be got in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and
left a stink on you more than anything else I wanted to give him a memento he
gave me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I gave Gardner going to south
Africa where those Boers killed him with their war and fever but they were well
beaten all the same as if it brought its bad luck with it
|7'like
an opal or
pearl7'|
|~7still~|7|
it must have been pure 18 carrot gold because it was very heavy I can see his
face cleanshaven Frseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefrong that train again weeping tone once
in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes breath my lips forward kiss
sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world the mists began I hate that istsbeg
comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let that out
|7when I
get in front of the
footlights
again7| full Kathleen
Kearney and her lot of squealers
|7'Miss
This Miss That Miss Theother
7'| skitting around
talking about politics they know as much about as my backside anything in the
world to make themselves someway interesting
|7soldiers
daughter am I ay and whose are you bootmakers and
publicansº I beg your pardon coach I
thought you were a
wheelbarrow7| theyd
die down dead
|7off
their feet7| if ever
they got a chance of walking down the Alameda on an officers arm like me on the
bandnight my eyes flash my bust that they havent passion God help their poor head I knew
{u21, 850}
more about men and life when I was 15 than theyll all know at 50 they dont
know how to sing a song like that Gardner said no man could look at my mouth and
teeth smiling like that and not think of it I was afraid he mightnt like my
accent first he so English let them get a husband first thats fit to be looked
at and a daughter like mine or see if they can excite a swell with money that
can pick and choose whoever he wants like Boylan to do it 4 or 5 times locked in
each others arms or the voice either comes looooves old deep down chin back not
too much make it double My Ladys Bower is too long for an encore about the
moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill sing Winds that blow from
the south that he gave after the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on
my black dress to show off my bubs and Ill yes by
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God Ill get that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole is
itching me
|7'always
when I think of him I feel I want
to7'| I feel some
wind in me better go easy not wake him have him at it again slobbering after
washing every bit of myself back belly and sides I wish hed sleep in some bed by
himself with his cold feet on me give us room even to let a fart God or do the
least thing better yes hold them like that a bit on my side piano quietly
sweeeee theres that train far away pianissimo eeeeeeee one more tsong
that was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows if that
pork chop I took with my cup of tea after was quite good with the heat I couldnt
smell anything off it Im sure that queerlooking man in the porkbutchers is a
great rogue I hope that lamp is not smoking fill my nose up with smuts better
than having him leaving the gas on all night I couldnt rest easy in my bed in
Gibraltar even getting up to see why am I so damned nervous about that though I
like it in the winter its more company O Lord it was rotten cold too that winter
when I was only about ten was I yes I had the big doll with all the funny
clothes dressing her up and undressing that icy wind skeeting
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across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at
the fire with the little bit of a short shift I had up to heat myself I loved
dancing about in it then make a race back into bed Im sure that fellow opposite
used to be there the whole time watching with the lights out in the summer and I
in my skin hopping around I used to love myself then stripped at the washstand
dabbing and creaming
|7'only
when it came to the chamber performance I put out the light too so then there
were 2 of us7'|
goodbye to my sleep for this night anyhow I hope hes not going to get in with
those medicals leading him astray to imagine hes young again coming in
|7'waking
me up7'| at
|7'2
47'|
in the morning it must be if not more
|7'still
he had the manners not
to wake me7'| what
do they find to gabber about all night squandering money and getting drunker and
drunker couldnt they drink water then he starts giving us his orders for eggs
and tea and
|7'Finnan
Findon7'|
haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose well have him sitting up like the king of
the country pumping the wrong end of the spoon up and down in his egg wherever
he learned that
|7'from7'|
and I love to hear him falling up the stairs of a morning with the cups rattling
on the tray and then play with the cat she rubs up against you for her own sake
I wonder has she fleas shes as bad as a woman always licking and lecking but I
hate their claws I wonder do they see anything that we cant staring like that always
{u22, 715}
what a robber too that lovely fresh place I bought I think Ill get a bit of
fish tomorrow or today is it Friday yes I will with some blancmange with black
currant jam like long ago not those 2 lb pots of mixed plum and apple from the
London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far only for the bones I
hate those eels cod yes Ill get a nice piece of cod Im always getting enough for
3 forgetting anyway Im sick of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin
chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton
|7'the
very name is enough7'|
or a picnic suppose we all gave 5/- each and or let him pay it and invite some
other woman for him who Mrs Fleming and drove out to the furry glen or the
strawberry beds
|7'wed
have him examining
all the horses toenails first
|alike
he does with the lettersa| no
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not with Boylan there
yes7'| with some cold
veal and ham mixed sandwiches there are little houses down at the bottom of the
banks there on purpose but its as hot as blazes he says not a bank holiday
anyhow I hate those ruck out for the day Whit Monday is a cursed day too no
wonder that bee bit him better the seaside but Id never again in this life get
into a boat with him after him at Bray telling the boatman he knew how to row if
anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the gold cup hed say yes then it
came on to get rough the old thing crookeding about and the weight all down my
side telling me pull the right reins now pull the left and the tide all swamping
in floods in through the bottom and his oar slipping out of the stirrup its a
mercy we werent all drowned he can swim of course me no theres no danger
whatsoever keep yourself calm in his flannel trousers Id like to have tattered
them down off him before all the people and give him what that one calls
flagellate till he was black and blue do him all the good in the world only for
that longnosed chap I dont know who he is with that other beauty Burke out of
the City Arms hotel was there spying around as usual on the slip always where he
wasnt wanted if there was a row on youd vomit a better face
|7there
was no love lost between us thats 1
consolation7| I wonder
what kind is that book he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of fashion
some other Mr de Kock I suppose the people gave him that nickname going about
with his tube from one woman to another I couldnt even change my new white shoes
all ruined with the saltwater how annoying and provoking because the smell of
the sea excited me of course the sardines and the bream in Catalan bay round the
back of the rock they were fine all silver in the fishermens baskets old Luigi
near a hundred they said came from Genoa and the tall old chap with
{u22, 716}
the earrings I dont like a man you have to climb up to to get at I suppose
theyre all dead and rotten long ago besides I dont like being alone in this big
barracks of a place at night I suppose Ill have to put up with it I never
brought a bit of salt in even when we moved in the confusion musical academy he
was going to make on the first floor drawingroom with a
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brassplate
|7lik
or Blooms private hotel he
suggested7| like all
the things he told father he was going to do and me but I saw through him
telling me all the lovely places we could go for the honeymoon Venice by
moonlight with the gondolas and the lake of Como he had a picture cut out of
some paper of and mandolines and lanterns O how nice I said whatever I liked he
was going to do immediately if not sooner will you be my man will you carry my
can he ought to get a leather medal with a putty rim for all the plans he
invents then leaving us here all day youd never know what old beggar at the door
for a crust with his long story might be a tramp and put his foot in the way to
prevent me shutting it like that picture of that hardened criminal he was called
in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years in jail then he comes out and murders an old
woman for her money imagine his poor wife or mother or whoever she is such a
face youd run miles away from I couldnt rest easy till I bolted all the doors
and windows to make sure but its worse again being locked up like in a prison or
a madhouse they ought to be all shot or the cat of nine tails a big brute like
that that would attack a poor old woman to murder her in her bed Id cut them off
him so I would not that hed be much use still better than nothing the night I
|7thought
was
sure7| I heard
burglars in the kitchen and he went down in his shirt with a candle and a poker
as white as a sheet frightened out of his wits making as much noise as he
possibly could for the burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord
knows still its the feeling especially now with Milly away such an idea for him
to send the girl down there to learn to take photographs
|7on
account of his grandfather instead of sending her to
Skerrysº
academy where shed have to learn not like
me7| only hed do a
thing like that all the same on account of me and Boylan thats why he did it Im
certain the way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt turn round with her
in the place lately
|7'unless
I bolted the
door first7'| gave
me the fidgets coming in without knocking first when I put the chair against the
door just as I was washing myself there below with the glove get on your nerves then doing the loglady all day put
{u21, 854}
her in a glasscase with two at a time to look at her if he knew she broke
off the hand off that little gimcrack statue with her roughness and carelessness
|7'before
she left7'| that I got that little Italian
{u22, 717}
boy to mend so that you cant see the join for two shillings wouldnt even
teem the potatoes for you of course shes right not to ruin her hands I noticed
he was always talking to her lately at the table explaining things in the paper
and she pretending to understand sly of course that comes from his side of the
house he cant say I pretend things can he Im too honest as a matter of fact
|7'and
helping her into her
coat but if there was anything wrong with her
its me
shedº
tell not
himº7'|
I suppose he thinks Im finished out and laid on the shelf well Im not no nor
anything like it well see well see now shes well on for flirting too with Tom
Devans two sons imitating me whistling with those romps of Murray girls calling
for her can Milly come out please shes in great demand to pick what they can out
of her round in Nelson street riding Harry Devans bicycle at night its as well
he sent her where she is she was just getting out of bounds wanting to go on the
skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off her
dress when I was biting off the thread of the button I sewed on to the bottom of
her jacket she couldnt hide much from me I tell you only I oughtnt to have
stitched it and it on her it brings a parting and the last plumpudding too split
in 2 halves see it comes out no matter what they say her tongue is a bit too
long for my taste your blouse is open too low she says to me the pan calling the
kettle blackbottom and I had to tell her not to cock her legs up like that on
show on the windowsill before all the people passing they all look at her like
me when I was her age of course any old rag looks well on you then a great
touchmenot too in her own way at the Only Way in the Theatre royal take your
foot away out of that I hate people touching me afraid of her life Id crush her
skirt with the pleats a lot of that touching must go on in theatres in the crush
in the dark theyre always trying to wiggle up to you that fellow in the pit at
the Gaiety for Beerbohm Tree in Trilby the last time Ill ever go there to be
squashed like that for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me
there and looking away hes a bit daft I think I saw him
{u21, 855}
after trying to get near two stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers window
at the same little game I recognised him on the moment the face and everything
but he didnt remember me and she didnt even want me to kiss her at the
Broadstone going away well I hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her
the way I did when she was down with the mumps and her glands swollen wheres
this and wheres that of course she cant feel anything deep yet I never came
properly till I was what twentytwo or so
|7'it
went into the wrong place
always7'| only the
usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly writing to her in white
ink on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she clapped
{u22, 718}
when the curtain came down because he looked so handsome then we had Martin
Harvey for breakfast dinner and supper I thought to myself afterwards it must be
real love if a man gives up his life for her that way for nothing I suppose
there are a few men like that left its hard to believe in it though unless it
really happened to me the majority of them with not a particle of love in their
natures to find two people like that nowadays full up of each other theyre
usually a bit foolish in the head shes always making love to my things too the
few old rags I have wanting to put her hair up at
|7fifteen
157|
my powder too only ruin her skin on her shes time enough for that all her life
after of course shes restless knowing shes pretty I was too but theres no use
going to the fair with the thing answering me like a fishwoman when I asked to
go for a half a stone of potatoes the day we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the
trottingmatches and she pretended not to see us in her trap with Friery the
solicitor we werent grand enough till I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the
ear for herself take that now for answering me like that and that for your
impudence she had me that exasperated of course
|7'I
was badtempered too because how was it
I didnt sleep the
night before cheese I ate was it and
I told her over and
over again not to leave knives crossed like
that7'| because she
has nobody to command her as she said herself well if he
{u21, 856}
doesnt correct her faith I will that was the last time she turned on the
teartap I was just like that myself they darent order me about the place its his
fault of course having the two of us slaving here instead of getting in a woman
long ago am I ever going to have a proper servant again that old Mrs Fleming you
have to be walking round after her putting the things into her hands sneezing
and farting into the pots well of course shes old she cant help it a good job I
found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the dresser I knew
there was something and opened the window to let out the smell bringing in his
friends to entertain them especially Simon Dedalus son his father such a
criticiser with his glasses up with his tall hat on him at the cricket match and
a great big hole in his sock one thing laughing at the other and his son that
got all those prizes for whatever he won them in the intermediate imagine climbing over the railings if
{u22, 719}
anybody saw him that knew
|7'him
us7'|
I wonder he didnt tear a big hole in his grand funeral trousers hawking him down
into the dirty old kitchen now is he right in his head I ask my old pair of
drawers might have been hanging up too on the line on exhibition for all hed
ever care with the ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might
think was something else and she never even rendered down the fat I told her and
now shes going such as she was on account of her paralysed husband getting worse
theres always something wrong with them disease or if its not that its drink and
|7'he
beats her7'| Ill
have to hunt around again for someone sweet God sweet God well when Im stretched
out dead in my grave I suppose Ill have some peace I want to get up a minute if
Im let wait O Jesus wait yes that thing has come on me yes now wouldnt that
afflict you of course all the poking and rooting he had up in me now what am I
to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that pester the soul out of a body unless he likes it
{u21, 857}
some men do God knows theres always something wrong with us 5 days every 3
or 4 weeks usual monthly auction isnt it simply sickening that night it came on
me like that the one time we were in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to see Mrs
Kendal and her husband at the Gaiety something he did about insurance for him in
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
|7forty
407|
times over a daub of red ink would do or blackberry juice no thats too purply O
|7Jamesy7|
let me up out of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that business for
women what between clothes and cooking and children this
{u22, 720}
damned old bed too jingling like the dickens I suppose they could hear us
away over the other side of the
|7town
park7|
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 wheres the chamber gone
easy Ive a holy horror of its breaking under me after that old commode I wonder
was I too heavy sitting on his knee when I took off only my blouse and skirt
first he was so busy
|7'where
he oughtnt to be7'| he
{u21, 858}
never felt me 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
|7Ill
have to perfume it in the morning dont
forget7| 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 easy O how the waters come down at Lahore
|7'I
wonder who
knows7'| is there
anything the matter with my insides getting that thing like that every week when
was it last I Whit Monday yes its only about
|7'three
37'|
weeks I ought to go to the doctor only it would be like before I married him
when I had that white thing coming 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 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 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
put it thats a very nice invention too by the way only I like letting myself
down after 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 was well or not still all the same paying him for that how much
{u22, 721}
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
{u21, 859}
chloroform or God knows what else still I liked him when he sat down to
write the thing out frowning so severe
|7his
nose intelligent like that you be damned you lying
bitch7| 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 comes from it is a
thing of beauty and of joy for ever something he got out of some
|7nonsensical7|
book that he had me always at myself four and five 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 coming 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
|7'as if
we met somewhere 7'|
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 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
|7'explaining
and rigmaroling about religion and persecution he wont let you enjoy anything
naturally7'| 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 I better not make an alnight
sitting on this affair they ought to make
|7them
chambers7|
a bit bigger 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 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
{u21, 860}
the jews and Our Lords put together all over Asia imitating him as hes
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
{u22, 722}
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 easy piano O I like my bed God here we are as bad as ever after
|7sixteen
167|
years how many houses were we in at all
|7Raymond
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
|apretending
to help the men with our 4 sticks of
furniturea| 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 last7|
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 coming 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
|7three
37|
quarters the hour
|7one
two
|a1
2 on
1º wait
2a|7| oclock well
thats a nice hour for him to be coming home at to anybody climbing down into the
area if anybody saw him Ill knock him off that little habit tomorrow first Ill
|7look at
his shirt to see
or Ill7| see if he has
that French letter still in his pocketbook
{u21, 861}
I suppose he thinks I dont know 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
|7they
ought to get slow
poison the half of
them7| then tea and
toast for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose Im nothing any
{u22, 723}
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
|7l
the way the jews used when somebody dies belonged to
them7| 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 he forgets that wethen I dont Ill make him do it again if he doesnt
mind himself
|7'and
sleep down in the coalcellar
7'| 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
|7her7|
Denis as she calls him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt 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
|7hat
bonnet7|
on the top of 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 L Boom 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 Martin
Cunningham and the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage
{u21, 862}
skinny thing with a turn in her eye trying to sing my songs shed want to be
born all over again and her old green dress
|7'|aand
her with thea|
lowneck
|adressa|
as she cant attract them any other
way7'| like
dabbling on a rainy day I see it all now plainly and they call that friendship
killing and then burying one another and they all with their wives and families
at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does of course his
wife is always sick or going to be sick or just getting better of it and hes a
goodlooking man still though hes getting a bit grey over the ears theyre a nice
lot all of them well theyre not going to get my husband again into their
clutches if I can help it making fun of him then behind his back I know well
when he goes on with his idiotics because he has sense enough not to squander
every penny piece he earns down their gullets goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam
all the same Im sorry in a way for him what are his wife and
|7'five
57'|
children going to do unless he was insured comical little teetotum always stuck
up in some pub corner and her or her son waiting Bill
{u22, 724}
Bailey wont you please come home what men wasnt he yes he was at the
Glencree dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night he borrowed the
swallowtail to sing out of in Holles street squeezed and squashed into them and
grinning all over his big Dolly face didnt he look a balmy ballocks sure enough
that must have been a spectacle on the stage imagine paying 5/- in the preserved
seats for that and Simon Dedalus too he was always turning up half screwed
singing the second verse first the old love is the new was one of his so sweetly
sang the maiden on the hawthorn bough he was always on for flirtyfying too when
I sang Maritana with him at Freddy Mayers private opera he had a delicious
glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always
sang it not like Bartell D'Arcy sweet tart goodbye of course he had
the gift of the voice so there was no art in it all over you like a warm
showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was a bit too
high for my register even transposed and he was married at the time to May Goulding but then hed say or
{u21, 863}
do something to knock the good out of it hes a widower now I wonder what
sort is his son he says hes an author and going to be a university professor of
Italian and Im to take lessons what is he driving at now
|7'showing
him my photo its
not good of me still I look young in it
I wonder he didnt
make him a present of it altogether and me too after all why
not7'| I saw him
driving down to the Kingsbridge station with his father and mother I was in
mourning thats
|7eleven
117|
years ago now yes hed be
|7eleven
117|
though what was the good in going into mourning for what was neither one thing
nor the other of course he insisted hed go into mourning for the cat I suppose
hes a man now by this time he was an innocent boy then and a darling little
fellow in his lord Fauntleroy suit and curly hair like a prince on the stage
when I saw him at Mat Dillons he liked me too I remember they all do wait by God
yes wait yes he was on the cards this morning when I laid out the deck a young
stranger you met before I thought it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger
either didnt I dream something too yes there was something about poetry in it I
hope he hasnt long greasy hair what do they go about like that for only getting
themselves and their poetry laughed at I always liked poetry when I was a girl
first I thought he was a poet like Byron and not an ounce of it in his
composition I thought he was quite different I wonder is he too young hes about
wait 88 I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was he then at
Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I suppose hes 20 or more Im not too old for him if hes
23 or 24 I hope hes not that stuck up university sort no otherwise he wouldnt go
sitting down in the old kitchen with him taking Eppss cocoa and talking of
course he pretended to understand it all probably he told him he was out of
Trinity college hes very young to be a professor I hope hes not a
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professor like Goodwin was he was a patent professor of John Jameson they
all write about some woman in their poetry well I suppose he wont find many like
me where softly sighs of love the light guitar where poetry is in the air the
blue sea and the moon shining so beautifully coming back on the nightboat from
Tarifa the guitar that fellow played was so expressive will I ever go back there
again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing that for him theyre
my eyes if hes anything of a poet two eyes as darkly bright as loves
|7young
own7|
star arent those beautiful words as loves young star itll be a change the Lord
knows to have an intelligent person to talk to about yourself not always
listening to him and Billy Prescotts ad and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad
|7'then
if anything goes wrong in their business we have to
suffer7'| Im sure hes
very distinguished Id like to meet a man like that God not those other ruck
besides hes young those fine young men I could see down in Margate strand
bathingplace from the side of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a god
or something and then plunging into the sea with them why arent all men like
that thered be some consolation for a woman like that lovely little statue he
bought I could look at him all day long curly head and his shoulders his finger
up for you to listen theres real beauty and poetry for you I often felt I wanted
to kiss him all over also his lovely young cock there so simple I wouldnt mind
taking him in my mouth if nobody was looking
|7'as
if it was asking you to suck
it7'| so clean and
white he looks with his boyish face itll be grand if I can only get in with a
handsome young poet at my age Ill read and study all I can find so he wont think
me stupid if he thinks all women are the same and I can teach him the other part
Ill make him feel all over him then hell write about me lover and mistress
publicly too with our photographs in the papers when he becomes famous O but
then what am I going to do about him though
no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor nothing in
his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom
|7'the
ignoramus 7'| thats
what you get for not keeping them in their proper place and standing out that
vulgar way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired of course hes right
enough in his way to pass the time as a joke sure you might as well be in bed
with what with a lion God Im sure hed have something better to say an old lion
would O well I suppose its because they were so plump and tempting in my short
petticoat he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well for men all
the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so round and white for
them always I wished I was one myself for a change just to try with that thing
they have swelling up on you so hard and at the same time so soft when you touch
it my uncle John has a thing long I heard those cornerboys saying passing the
corner of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy because it was dark and
they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me blush why should it either its
only nature and he puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and
turns out to be you put the handle in a sweepingbrush men again all over they
can pick and choose what they please a married woman or a fast widow or a girl
for their different tastes like those houses round behind Irish street no but
were to be always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no fear once
I start I tell you for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we all remain
friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband found it out well and if he
did can he undo it and then he going to the other mad extreme about the wife in
Fair Tyrants of course the man never even casts a 2nd
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thought on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants and he gets her what else were we given
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all those desires for Id like to know I cant help it if Im young still can
I its a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before my time living with him so
cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of me not
knowing I suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat
at him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent
|7'an
17'|
atom of any kind of expression in us all of us the same
|7'two
27'|
lumps of lard before ever Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere
thought is enough
|7I
kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that
didnt he kiss our
halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but
me still7| of course a
woman wants to be embraced 20 times a day almost to make her look young no
matter by who so long as to be in love or loved by somebody if the fellow you
want isnt there sometimes by the Lord God I was thinking would I go around by
the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailor off
the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up
in a gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their
camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they
could I only sent mine there a few times for the name model laundry sending me
back over and over some old ones odd stockings that blackguardlooking fellow
with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the dark and ride me up against
the wall without a word what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk
hats that K. C. lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane the
night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing match I
knew him by his gaiters and the walk and when I turned round a minute after
|7'just
to see7'| there was a
woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his
wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with
disease O move over your big carcass out of that for the love of Mike
|7'listen
to him the winds that waft my sighs to
thee7'| so well he may
sleep
|7'and
sigh the great suggester
7'| and Im to be
slooching around down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast will I
indeed
|7did
you ever see me
running7| Id just
like to see myself at it show them attention and they treat you like dirt I dont
care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be governed by the
women in it you wouldnt see women going and
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killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever see women rolling
around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on
horses yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they
wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to be a
woman and a mother how could they where would they all of them be if they hadnt
all a mother to look after them thats why I suppose hes running wild now out at
night away from his books and studies and not living at home on account of the
usual rowy house I suppose
|7'you
see well
its a poor case
that7'| those that
have a fine son like that theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to
make one it wasnt my fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up
in her behind in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether
I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I knitted
crying as I was but give it to some poor child but I knew well Id never have
another O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any more I
wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was somebody strange
he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who
nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive
ruining himself for life perhaps
|7'still
its a lovely hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of
the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants what he
wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I hate that in women
no wonder they treat us the way they do I suppose its all the
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troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not like
that7'| he could easy
have slept in there on the sofa I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so
young hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah
what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia
they had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of Santa Maria that gave
me the rosary Rosales y O'Reilly in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and
Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and drown myself
in the first river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streets
Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp
|7'and
Crutchetts ramp7'| and
the devils gap steps well small blame to me if I am a harumscarum I know I am a
bit I declare to God I dont feel a day older than then I wonder could I get my
tongue round any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I
havent forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place
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or thing pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent
me by Valera with the questions in it all upside down the two ways I can tell
him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not so ignorant what
a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor fellow wanted a good sleep badly I could
have brought him in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt
do it on the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the
watercress and ground ivy something nice and tasty I could do the criada the
room looks all right since I changed it the other way you see something was
telling me all the time Id have to introduce myself not knowing me from Adam
very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we were in Spain with him half
awake without a Gods notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the
cracked things come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed
with us why not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room
Im sure Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takes a
gesabo of a house like this Id love to have a long talk with an intelligent
welleducated person Id have to get a nice pair of red slippers like those Turks
with the fez used to sell or yellow and a nice semitransparent morning gown that
I badly want Ill just give him one more chance Ill get up early in the morning
Im sick of Cohens old bed in any case
|7'I
might go over to the markets to see all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes
and carrots and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh Id
love a big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be
in
theº
longing
way7'| then Ill
throw him up his eggs and tea I know what Ill do Ill go about rather gay not too
much singing a bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto then Ill start dressing
myself to go out presto non son più forte Ill put on my best shift and
drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make his micky stand Ill let
him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is fucked
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and damn well fucked too not by him 5 or 6 times running theres the mark of
his spunk on the clean sheet I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to
satisfy him if you dont believe me feel my belly Ive a mind to tell him every
scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve him right its all his own
fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in the gallery said O much about it if
thats all the harm ever we did in this vale of tears God knows its not much
doesnt everybody only they hide it I suppose thats what a woman is supposed to
be there for or He wouldn't have made us the way He did so attractive to
men then if he wants to kiss my bottom Ill
|7stick
|apull
open my drawers anda|
bulge7| it
|7out
right
out7| in his face as
large as life he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as hes there
|7'my
brown part7'| then Ill tell him I want £1 or perhaps
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30/- Ill tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well
he wont be too bad
|7'I dont
want to soak it all out of him like other women do
|aI
could often have written out a cheque for myself and write his name on it
for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to lock it
upa| besides he wont spend
it7'| Ill let him do
it off on me behind provided he doesnt smear all my good drawers O I suppose
that cant be helped Ill do the indifferent one or two questions Ill know by the
answers when hes like that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him
Ill tighten my bottom well and let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick my
shit or the first mad thing comes into my head then Ill suggest about yes O wait
now my turn is coming Ill be quite gay and friendly over it O but I was
forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldnt know which to laugh or
cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no Ill have to wear the old things so
much the better itll be more pointed hell never know whether he did it or not
there thats good enough for you any old thing at all then Ill wipe him off me
just like a business his omission then Ill go out Ill have him eying up at the
ceiling where is she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter
after what an unearthly hour
|7I
suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing their pigtails for the
day7| well soon have
the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except
an odd priest or two or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the
brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off
|7one
two three four five 1 2 3 4
57| what kind of
flowers are those they invented
|7like
the stars7| the
wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that something Ill go to Lambes there beside
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Findlaters and get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in
case he brings him home tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first
I want to do the place up someway then we can have music and cigarettes
|7I
can accompany him first
I must clean the
keys of the piano with milk whatll I
wearº shall I wear a white
rose7| those fairy
cakes in Liptons at 7½d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them
and the pinky sugar 11d a couple of lbs of those a nice plant for the middle of
the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long ago I love
flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses
|7God of
heaven7| theres
nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then
the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things
and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers
and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up
even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying
theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why
dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they
call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go
howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid ah yes I
know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody
that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they
might as well try to stop the sun from rising the sun shines for you he said the
day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit
and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the
bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes sixteen years
ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower
of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true
thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I
liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could
always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till
he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea
and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr
Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing
all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier
and the sentry in front of the governors with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the
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Spanish
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girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the
morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from
all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking
|7outside
Larby Sharons7| and
the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep
in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and those
handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in
their bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows
|7'of the
posadas7'|
|7'two
2º7'|
glancing eyes a lattice hid
|7'for
the her lover
to kiss the iron
and the night we stayed
the watchman going
about serene
with his
lamp7'| and O that
awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the
glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens and all the queer
little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the
jessamine and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a
|7'flower
Flower7'|
of the mountain
|7yes7|
when I put the
|7red7|
rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used
|7or7|
shall I wear a
|7white
rose
red7|
and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as
another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again and then he asked me
would I
|7yes7|
to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him and drew him
down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going
like mad and
|7yes7|
I said yes I will
|7yes
Yes7|.
Trieste-Zurich-Paris,
1914-1921.