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Making for the museum gate with long windy strides he lifted his eyes. Handsome building. Sir Thomas Deane designed. Not following me?
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| 1893 |
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| c1895 |
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| 49yo in 1901 |
Didn't see me perhaps. Light in his eyes.
Boylan would seem to be on Kildare north of the gates
The flutter of his breath came forth in short sighs. Quick. Cold statues: quiet there. Safe in a minute.
No, didn't see me. After two. Just at the gate.
My heart!
(is LB more vulnerable because he decided not to return home, or less?)
His eyes beating looked steadfastly at cream curves of stone. Sir Thomas Deane was the Greek architecture.
Look for something I.
His hasty hand went quick into a pocket, took out, read unfolded Agendath Netaim. Where did I?
(he's doing this as he scurries, right?)
Busy looking for.
He thrust back quickly Agendath.
Afternoon she said.
(when did she say this?)
I am looking for that. Yes, that. Try all pockets. Handker. Freeman. Where did I? Ah, yes. Trousers. Potato. Purse. Where?
Hurry. Walk quietly. Moment more. My heart.
His hand looking for the where did I put found in his hip pocket soap lotion have to call tepid paper stuck, Ah, soap there I yes. Gate.
(playacting that the soap was what he was looking for all along)
Safe!
(like a game of hide and seek)
mysteries: why is Boylan there?
[DD 02:59-05:12]
[IM 1:24:54-1:26:16]
[LV1 41:53-43:21]
[LV2 29:39-31:25]
lestrygonians: 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175
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