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A̵̡͍͎̠͍̿̋͊͑̇̓͆̓̂̕n̸͈͓̺̯̞̘̙̞̗̼̠̳̘̆̔̔̚ ̸̗̻̤͓͛̎e̵͙̦̰̝͍̰̞̜̐̉̑̆̎͘͜͜ͅy̷̛̜̿́͗̊́̌̐͒e̴̹̫̍́̓̋̉̄̽́ļ̸͙̳̪̰̰̭̳͕̹͚̎̓͂̈́̀͝e̸̢̡̫̤̳̗͕̺̯͈̖̳̺̺̖̊́̐͛͊̚̚̕s̶̤̰̣̝͙͕̩̻͇͉̣̣̣̎̾̍͋̈́̈́͘͝͝ͅs̸̤̜̬͚̬̖̥̫̘͚̠͇̻͓̼̈͛͘ ̷̨̨̹̯̜̭̯̮̫̘̋̏̃͒̋̌̐̀̓̾̚͝ǎ̷̧̯̿͌̌̃́͐b̷̡̨͓̟̭̜̙̪̟̙̜̩̪̯̾͐͗̾ǫ̶̖͚͓̘̥̰͛̾̎̋͒͑́̋͝m̸̢̧͖͙̜̮͍͉̪̗͎̟͗̿̀͆͗̌̑͆̈͛͛į̵̟͖̬̻̝̼̗̙̘̭̬̠̽͊̾̔͒̊͘n̷̛̫̺͔̘̘̙̫̫̝̜̝̰̉̍̑̊͑̂̍̿̀́̚̕͝a̷̡̡̧̳͎̱͇̗̭͓̹̿̆̏̓̋̓̆̈́͆́̕͘ͅţ̸͆͛͑̔́͑ĭ̶̧̯͕̘͉̪̗̼͆̇̇͛̒́̚ơ̸̧͚͓͓̣̫̖͙̭̞̠͋̆͘n̵̯̏̏̈́̓̍̍́͌͒͐̓̆͘ ̴̨̖̮̜̗̤̠̤̑͋́̓͌̀͌̄̆̂w̶͚͎͔͋̍͑͗͐͊͝͝ì̷̡̢̡̨̛͚̞̪̰͎̭͚̖̺̝͙͛̃̆͆͒̂̊̐͊͌̽͘͝t̶̛̰̫̗̽́͌͒̊̌̈́̀̏̈́͑̕͝h̷̡̼̭̜͇̹̗̏̉̍́́̓ ̴̨͍̱͍͈̺͔̣̬̟̬̤̜̀̂̉̈́̉̔̈́̎̈́̏̃̕͜͝͝ͅş̷̧̡͈̩̠͓̜͓̥̦̏͂̍̍e̷͙̰̼̯͚͋͛̀͋̽v̵̛̬̹̺̜͒́̽̽̄͠ͅë̷̖̦̘̏̿̑̈̃̓̓̐͑́͑̃͝n̴͕̺̰͍͐͋̒̿̕ ̶̛̻͉̖̹̥͍͙͇̮̟̗͚̝̩̽̆̉̀̽̌̓̒͘̕͠͝m̸̧͉̟͇̫̠̝͚̙̗̟̦̳̘͎̓ò̴̢̧̢̙̳͔̱̞͓͖̕ǘ̴̢͋͐̇̊͒̓̋t̶̡̮̒̊h̷̡̳̻̳̀́s̸͎͂͆͆͗̉͘͝.̸͉̰͎̠̻̠̬̦̔͆̓͒̆͝ͅ

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This is Willingdone cry. Brum!
Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat
strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster-
lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip-
py trip so airy. For their heart's right there. Tip. This is me Bel-
chum's tinkyou tankyou silvoor plate for citchin the crapes in
the cool of his canister. Poor the pay! This is the bissmark of the
marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the
Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy-
Key-Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies. Gam-
bariste della porca! Dalaveras fimmieras!

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What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-
gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu
Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still
out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-
pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!
Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-
killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-
solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng
voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the
duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and
body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of
soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks
of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if
you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the
pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

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The perturbations, anxieties, depravations, deaths, exceptions in the physical or moral order, spirit of negation, brutishness, hallucinations fostered by the will, torments, destruction, confusion, tears, insatiabilities, servitudes, delving imaginations, novels, the unexpected, the forbidden, the chemical singularities of the mysterious vulture which lies in wait for the carrion of some dead illusion, precocious & abortive experiences, the darkness of the mailed bug, the terrible monomania of pride, the inoculation of deep stupor, funeral orations, desires, betrayals, tyrannies, impieties, irritations, acrimonies, aggressive insults, madness, temper, reasoned terrors, strange inquietudes which the reader would prefer not to experience , cants, nervous disorders, bleeding ordeals that drive logic at bay, exaggerations, the absence of sincerity, bores, platitudes, the somber, the lugubrious, childbirths worse than murders, passions, romancers at the Courts of Assize, tragedies,-odes, melodramas, extremes forever presented, reason hissed at with impunity, odor of hens steeped in water, nausea, frogs, devilfish, sharks, that which is somnambulistic, squint-eyed, nocturnal, somniferous, noctambulistic, viscous, equivocal, consumptive, spasmodic, aphrodisiac, anemic, one-eyed, hermaphroditic, bastard, albino, pederast, phenomena of the aquarium, & the bearded woman, hours surfeited with gloomy discouragement, acrimonies, monsters, demoralizing syllogisms, ordure, that which does not think like a child, desolation, the intellectual manchineel trees, perfumed cankers, the guilt of a writer rolling down the slope of nothingness & scorning himself with joyous cries, that grind one in their imperceptible gearing, the serious spittles on inviolate maxims, vermin & their insinuating titillations, stupid prefaces like those of Dumas fils, decaying, helplessness, blasphemies, suffocation, stifling, mania, it is at last time to react against whatever disgusts us & bows us down.

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THE WREATHS: Sweet are the sweets. Sweets
of sin.
BLOOM: My spine’s a bit limp. Go or turn? And
this food? Eat it and get all pigsticky. Absurd I
am. Waste of money. One and eightpence too
much. (
The retriever drives a cold snivelling
muzzle against his hand, wagging his tail)
Strange how they take to me. Even that brute
today. Better speak to him first. Like women
they like rencontres. Stinks like a polecat.
Chacun son gout
. He might be mad. Fido.
Uncertain in his movements. Good fellow!
Garryowen! (
The wolf dog sprawls on his
back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws,
his long black tongue lolling out
) Influence of
his surroundings. Give and have done with it.
Provided nobody. (
Calling encouraging words
he shambles back with a furtive poacher’s
tread, dogged by the setter into a dark
stalestunk corner. He unrolls one parcel and
goes to dump the crubeen softly but holds
back and feels the trotter.) Sizeable for
threepence. But then I have it in my left hand.
Calls for more effort. Why? Smaller from want
of use. O, let it slide. Two and six.
(
With regret he lets unrolled crubeen and
trotter slide. The mastiff mauls the bundle
clumsily and gluts himself with growling
greed, crunching the bones. Two raincaped
watch approach, silent, vigilant. They murmur
together)
THE WATCH: Bloom. Of Bloom. For Bloom.
Bloom. (
Each lays a hand on Bloom’s
shoulder)

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there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?

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>>30134052
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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