Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before…

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Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented ur1ne.Kidneys were in his mind…

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ou, Cochrane, what city sent for him? -Tarentum, sir.-Very good. Well?-There was a battle, sir.-Very good. Where?The boy’s blank face asked the blank window.Fabled by the daughters of memory. And yet it was in some way if notas memory fabled it. A phrase, then, of impatience, thud of Blake’s wings of excess. I hear the…

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Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:ntroibo ad aftare Dei.Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called…

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