-- the tuner was in today, miss douce replied, tuning it for the smoking concert and i never heard such an exquisite player.
-- is that a fact?
-- didn't he, miss kennedy? the real classical, you know. and blind too, poor fellow. not twenty i'm sure he was.
-- is that a fact? mr dedalus said.
he drank and strayed away.
-- so sad to look at his face, miss douce condoled.
god's curse on bitch's bastard.
tink to her pity cried a diner's bell. to the door of the diningroom came bald pat, came bothered pat, came pat, waiter of ormond. lager for diner. lager without alacrity she served.
with patience lenehan waited for boylan with impatience, for jingle jaunty blazes boy.
upholding the lid he (who?) gazed in the coffin (coffin?) at the oblique triple (piano!) wires. he pressed (the same who pressed indulgently her hand), soft pedalling a triple of keys to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action.
two sheets cream vellum paper on reserve two envelopes when i was in wisdom hely's wise bloom in daly's henry flower bought. are you not happy in your home? flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. means something, language of flow. was it a daisy? innocence that is. respectable girl meet after mass. tanks awfully muchly. wise bloom eyed on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all. hair streaming: lovelorn. for some man. for raoul. he eyed and saw afar on essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jauntingcar. it is. third time. coincidence.
jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to ormond quay. follow. risk it. go quick. at four. near now. out.
-- two pence, sir, the shopgirl dared to say.
aha... i was forgetting... excuse...
and four.
at four she. winsomely she on bloohimwhom smiled. bloo smi qui go. ternoon. think you're the only pebble on the beach? does that to all. for men.
in drowsy silence gold bent on her page.
from the saloon a call came, long in dying. that was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. acall again. that he now poised that it now throbbed. you hear? it throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. longer in dying call.