me now flying perhaps hes dead or killed or a Captain or admiral its nearly
20 years if I said firtree cove he would if he came up behind me and put his
hands over my eyes to guess who I might recognize him hes young still
about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the black water and is quite changed
they all do they havent half the character a woman has she little knows what
I did with her beloved husband before he ever dreamt of her in broad
daylight too in the sight of the whole world you might say they could have put
an article about it in the Chronicle I was a bit wild after when I blew out the
old bag the biscuits were finrom Benady Bros and exploded it Lord what a bang
all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back the same way that we
went over middle hill round by the old guardhouse and the jews burialplace
pretending to read out the Hebrew on them I wanted to fire his pistol he said
he hadnt one he didnt know what to make of me with his peaked cap on
that he always wore crooked as often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso
swinging my hat that old Bishop that spoke off the altar his long preach
about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing
peak caps and the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me more
money I suppose theyre called after him I never tho ught that would be my
name Bloom when I used to write it in print to see how it looked on a
visiting card or practising for the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre looking
blooming Josie used to say after I married him well its better than Breen or
Briggs does brig or those awful names with bottom in them Mrs Ramsbottom
or some other kind of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt go mad about either
or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother whœver she was might
have given me a nicer name the Lord knows after the lovely one she had
Lunita Laredo the fun we had running along Willis road to Europe
point twisting in and out all round the other side of Jersey they were
shaking and dancing about in my blouse like Millys little ones now when
she runs up the stairs I loved looking down at them I was jumping up at
the pepper trees and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and throwing
them at him he went to India he was to write the voyages those men
have to make to the ends of the world and back its the least they might get a
squeeze or two at a woman while they can going out to be drowned or blown
up somewhere I went up windmill hill to the flats that Sunday morning with
Captain Rubios that was dead spyglass like the sentry had he said hed have one
or two from on board I wore that frock from the B Marche Paris and the coral
necklace the straits shining I could see over to Morocco almost the bay of Tangier
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