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Ulysses

Chapter 18
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 4d 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 her sort 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 I hope Ill never be like her a wonder she didnt want us to cover our faces but
she was a welleducated woman certainly and her gabby 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 hes not proud out of nothing
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 a nun as Im not yes because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick
they want a woman to get well if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic and that
dyinglooking one off the south circular when he sprained his foot at the choir party at the
sugarloaf Mountain the day I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst
old ones she could find at the bottom of the basket anything at all to get into a mans
bedroom with her old maids voice trying to imagine he was dying on account of her to
never see thy face again 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 bloodpoisoning but 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 do 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 looking quite conscious 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 Dignams 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
 
 
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