ou a married man with a single girl！ That's what they enjoy。 Taking a man from another woman。 Or even hear of it。 Different with me。 Glad to get away from other chap's wife。 Eating off his cold plate。 Chap in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle。 French letter still in my pocketbook。 Cause of half the trouble。 But might happen sometime； I don't think。 e in。 All is prepared。 I dreamt。 What？ Worst is beginning。 How they change the venue when it's not what they like。 Ask you do you like mushrooms because she once knew a gentleman who。 Or ask you what someone was going to say when he changed his mind and stopped。 Yet if I went the whole hog； say： I want to； something like that。 Because I did。 She too。 Offend her。 Then make it up。 Pretend to want something awfully； then cry off for her sake。 Flatters them。 She must have been thinking of someone else all the time。 What harm？ Must since she came to the use of reason； he； he and he。 First Kiss does the trick。 The propitious moment。 Something inside them goes pop。 Mushy like； tell by their eye； on the sly。 First thoughts are best。 Remember that till their dying day。 Molly； lieutenant Mulvey that kissed her under the Moorish wall beside the gardens。 Fifteen she told me。 But her breasts were developed。 Fell asleep then。 After Gencree dinner that was when we drove home the featherbed mountain。 Gnashing her teeth in sleep。 Lord mayor had his eye off her too。 Val Dillon。 Apoplectic。
There she is with them down there for the fireworks。 My fireworks。 Up like a rocket； down like a stick。 And the children； twins they must be； waiting for something to happen。 Want to be grownups。 Dressing in mother's clothes。 Time enough； understand all the ways of the world。 And the dark one with the mop head and the nigger mouth。 I knew she could whistle。 Mouth made for that。 Like Molly。 Why that high class whore In Jammet's wore her veil only to her nose。 Would you mind； please； telling me the right time？ I'll tell you the right time up a dark lane。 Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning； cure for fat lips。 Caressing the little boy too。 Onlookers see most of the game。 Of course they understand birds； animals； babies。 In their line。
Didn't look back when she was going down the strand。 Wouldn't give that satisfaction。 Those girls； those girls； those lovely seaside girls。 Fine eyes she had； clear。 It's the white of the eye brings that out not so much the pupil。 Did she know what I？ Course。 Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump。 Women never meet one like that Wilkins in the high school drawing a picture of Venus with all his belongings on show。 Call that innocence？ Poor idiot！ His wife has her work cut out for her。 Never see them sit on a bench marked Wet Paint。 Eyes all over them。 Look under the bed for what's not there。 Longing to get the fright of their lives。 Sharp as needles they are。 When I said to Molly the man at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking； thought she might like； twigged at once he had a false arm。 Had too。 Where do they get that？ Typist going up Roger Greene's stairs two at a time to show her understandings。 Handed down from father to mother to daughter； I mean。 Bred in the bone。 Milly for example drying her handkerchief on the mirror to save the ironing。 Best place for an ad to catch a woman's eye on a mirror。 And when I sent her for Molly's Paisley shawl to Presscott's； by the way that ad I must； carrying home the change in her stocking。 Clever little minx！ I never told her。 Neat way she carried parcels too。 Attract men； small thing like that。 Holding up her hand； shaking it； to let the blood flow back when it was red。 Who did you learn that from？ Nobody。 Something the nurse taught me。 O； don't they know？ Three years old she was in front of Molly's dressingtable just before we left Lombard street west。 Me have a nice face。 Mullingar。 Who knows？ Ways of the world。 Young student。 Straight on her pins anyway not like the other。 Still she was game。 Lord； I am wet。 Devil you are。 Swell of her calf。 Transparent stockings； stretched to breaking point。 Not like that frump today。 A。 E。 Rumpled stockings。 Or the one in Grafton street。 White。 Wow！ Beef to the heel。
A monkey puzzle rocket burst； spluttering in darting crackles。 Zrads and zrads； zrads； zrads。 And Cissy and Tommy ran out to see and Edy after with the pushcar and then Gerty beyond the curve of the rocks。 Will she？ Watch！ Watch！ See！ Looked round。 She smelt an onion。 Darling； I saw your。 I saw all。
Lord！
Did me good all the same。 Off colour after Kiernan's； Dignam's。 For this relief much thanks。 In Hamlet； that is。 Lord！ It was all things bined。 Excitement。 When she leaned back felt an ache at the butt of my tongue。 Your head it simply swirls。 He's right。 Might have made a worse fool of myself however。 Instead of talking about nothing。 Then I will tell you all。 Still it was a kind of language between us。 It couldn't be？ No； Gerty they called her。 Might be false name however like my and the address Dolphin's barn a blind。
Her maiden name was Jemina Brown
And she lived with her mother in Irishtown。
Place made me think of that I suppose。 All tarred with the same brush。 Wiping pens in their stockings。 But the ball rolled down to her as if it understood。 Every bullet has its billet。 Course I never could throw anything straight at school。 Crooked as a ram's horn。 Sad however because it lasts only a few years till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fullers' earth for the baby when they hold him out to do ah。 No soft job。 Saves them。 Keeps them out of harm's way。 Nature。 Washing child； washing corpse。 Dignam。 Children's hands always round them。 Cocoa…nut skulls； monkeys； not even closed at first； sour milk in their swaddles and tainted curds。 Oughtn't to have given that child an empty teat to suck。 Fill it up with wind。 Mrs Beaufoy； Purefoy。 Must call to the hospital。 Wonder is nurse Callan there still。 She used to look over some nights when Molly was in the Coffee Palace。 That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat。 And； Mrs Breen and Mrs Dignam once like that too； marriageable。 Worst of all at night Mrs Duggan told me in the City Arms。 Husband rolling in drunk； stink of pub off him like a polecat。 Have that in your nose in the dark； whiff of stale boose。 Then ask in the morning： was I drunk last night？ Bad policy however to fault the husband。 Chickens e home to roost。 They stick by one another like glue。 Maybe the women's fault also。 That's where Molly can knock spots off them。 It is the blood of the south。 Moorish。 Also the form； the figure。 Hands felt for the opulent。 Just pare for instance those others。 Wife locked up at home； skeleton in the cupboard。 Allow me to introduce my。 Then they trot you out some kind of a nondescript； wouldn't know what to call her。 Always see a fellow's weak point in his wife。 Still there's destiny in it； falling in love。 Have their own secrets between them。 Chaps that would go to the dogs if some woman didn't take them in hand。 Then little chits of girls； height of a shilling in coppers； with little
hobbies。 As God made them He matched them。 Sometimes children turn out well enough。 Twice nought makes one。 Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride。 Marry in May and repent in December。 This wet is very unpleasant。 Stuck。 Well the foreskin is not back。 Better detach。
Ow！
Other hand a sixfooter with a wifey up to his watchpocket。 Long and the short of it。 Big he and little she。 Very strange about my watch。 Wristwatches are always going wrong。 Wonder is there any magnetic influence between the person because that was about the time he。 Yes； I suppose at once。 Cat's away the mice will play。 I remember looking in Pill lane。 Also that now is magnetism。 Back of everything magnetism。 Earth for instance pulling this and being pulled。 That causes movement。 And time？ Well that's the time the movement takes。 Then if one thing stopped the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit。 Because it's arranged。 Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in the sun； the stars。 Little piece of steel iron。 When you hold out the fork。 e。 e。 Tip。 Woman and man that is。 Fork and steel。 Molly； he。 Dress up and look and suggest and let you see and see more and defy you if you're a man to see that and； like a sneeze ing； legs； look； look and if you have any guts in you。 Tip。 Have to let fly。
Wonder how is she feeling in that region。 Shame all put on before third person。 More put out about a hole in her stocking。 Molly； her underjaw stuck out head back； about the farmer in the ridingboots and spurs at the horse show。 And when the painters were in Lombard street west。 Fine voice that fellow had。 How Giuglini began。 Smell that I did； like flowers。 It was too。 Violets。 Came from the turpentine probably in the paint。 Make their own use of everything。 Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the floor so they wouldn't hear。 But lots of them can't kick the beam； I think。 Keep that thing up for hours。 Kind of a general all round over me and half down my back。
Wait。 Hm。 Hm。 Yes。 That's her perfume。 Why she waved her hand。 I leave you this to think of me when I'm far away on the pillow。 What is it？ Heliotrope？ No； Hyacinth？ Hm。 Roses； I think。 She'd like scent of that kind。 Sweet and cheap： soon sour。 Why Molly likes opoponax。 Suits her with a little jessamine mixed。 Her high notes and her low notes。 At the dance night she met him； dance of the hours。 Heat brought it out。 She was wearing her black and it had the perfume of the time before。 Good conductor； is it？ Or bad？ Light too。 Suppose there's some connection。 For instance if you go into a cellar where it's dark。 Mysterious thing too。 Why did I smell it only now？ Took its time in ing like herself； slow but sure。 Suppose it's ever so many millions of tiny grains blown across。 Yes； it is。 Because those spice islands； Cinghalese this morning； smell them leagues off。 Tell you what it is。 It's like a fine veil or web they have all over the skin； fine like what do you call it gossamer and they're aways spinning it out of them； fine as anything； rainbow colours without knowing it。 Clings to everything she takes off。 Vamp of her stockings。 Warm shoe。 Stays。 Drawers： little kick； taking them off。 Byby till next time。 Also the