Friday, May 30, 2014

Page 61 (4.294-330) "look what... chamberpot."

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Delaney: [177]


look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! All we laughed. Sex breaking out even then. Pert little piece she was. 

we saw Bloom's hidingplace ha on p55

He prodded a fork into the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the teapot on the tray. Its hump bumped as he took it up. Everything on it? Bread and butter, four, sugar, spoon, her cream. Yes. He carried it upstairs, his thumb hooked in the teapot handle.

Delaney: [178]
Nudging the door open with his knee he carried the tray in and set it on the chair by the bedhead. 

bedroom w/bed and chair

— What a time you were! she said. 

(just one page!?)

She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the pillow. He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder.

her bulk = at least 163 pounds

The warmth of her couched body rose on the air, mingling with the fragrance of the tea she poured.
A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread.
— Who was the letter from? he asked.
Bold hand. Marion.
— O, Boylan, she said. He's bringing the programme.
— What are you singing?
Là ci darem with J. C. Doyle, she said, and Love's Old Sweet Song.
Her full lips, drinking, smiled. Rather stale smell that incense leaves next day. Like foul flowerwater.
— Would you like the window open a little?
She doubled a slice of bread into her mouth, asking:
— What time is the funeral?
— Eleven, I think, he answered. I didn't see the paper.

Delaney: [179]
Following the pointing of her finger he took up a leg of her soiled drawers from the bed. No? Then, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole.
— No: that book.
Other stocking. Her petticoat.
— It must have fell down, she said.
He felt here and there. Voglio e non vorrei. Wonder if she pronounces that right: voglio. Not in the bed. Must have slid down. He stooped and lifted the valance. The book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the orangekeyed chamberpot.

valence" = skirt of bed
this orange is the only color in Molly's world?



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[DD 02:29-03:45]
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[IM 23:14-25:57]

[LV1 24:26-26:33]

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