Sunday, November 23, 2014

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clever. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight.

omitted from fdv: " -- I wouldn't like to see that, ----- said. And those butting matches they have in California, going for each heads down like a bull at a gate.
-- And bullfighting, Mr B----, and cockfighting, all those sports are terribly inhuman, and hare hunting...
-- Well, yes, of course...
-- What about bughunting, ----- asked with a grin.
-- Cimex lectularius, L---- put in.
-- Isn't it what you call brain versus brawn...
-- They are simply disgusting, Bloom said. Brutal.
He walked to..."

— He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he's running a concert tour now up in the north.

— He is, says Joe. Isn't he?

— Who? says Bloom. Ah, yes. That's quite true. Yes, a kind of summer tour, you see. Just a holiday.

— Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? says Joe.

— My wife? says Bloom. She's singing, yes. I think it will be a success too. He's an excellent man to organise. Excellent.

Hoho begob, says I to myself, says I. That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal's chest. Blazes doing the tootle on the flute. Concert tour. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers. Old Whatwhat. I called about the poor and water rate, Mr Boylan. You what? The water rate, Mr Boylan. You whatwhat? That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. 'Twixt me and you Caddereesh.


Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy. There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms.


And lo, there entered one of the clan of the O'Molloys, a comely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in the law, and with him the prince and heir of the noble line of Lambert.

fdv: "There entered a noble and grave hero of the tribe of the O'Molloy's, his majesty's counsel learned in the law, and with him the prince and heir of the noble house of Lambert.
-- Hello, Ned.
-- Hello, Alf.
-- Hello, Jack.
-- Hello, Tom.
-- How did that swindle case go off? Were you round there?
-- Remanded. Yes, I was."

— Hello, Ned.

— Hello, Alf.

— Hello, Jack.

— Hello, Joe.

— God save you, says the citizen.

— Save you kindly, says J.J. What'll it be, Ned?

— Half one, says Ned.

So J.J. ordered the drinks.

— Were you round at the court? says Joe.

— Yes, says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says he.

— Hope so, says Ned.




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