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winkles with a pin； off trees； snails out of the ground the French eat； out of the sea with bait on a hook。 Silly fish learn nothing in a thousand years。 If you didn't know risky putting anything into your mouth。 Poisonous berries。 Johnny Magories。 Roundness you think good。 Gaudy colour warns you off。 One fellow told another and so on。 Try it on the dog first。 Led on by the smell or the look。 Tempting fruit。 Ice cones。 Cream。 Instinct。 Orangegroves for instance。 Need artificial irrigation。 Bleibtreustrasse。 Yes but what about oysters？ Unsightly like a clot of phlegm。 Filthy shells。 Devil to open them too。 Who found them out？ Garbage； sewage they feed on。 Fizz and Red bank oysters。 Effect on the sexual。 Aphrodis。 He was in the Red bank this morning。 Was he oyster old fish at table。 Perhaps he young flesh in bed。 No。 June has no ar no oysters。 But there are people like tainted game。 Jugged hare。 First catch your hare。 Chinese eating eggs fifty years old； blue and green again。 Dinner of thirty courses。 Each dish harmless might mix inside。 Idea for a poison mystery。 That archduke Leopold was it？ No。 Yes； or was it Otto one of those Habsburgs？ Or who was it used to eat the scruff off his own head？ Cheapest lunch in town。 Of course； aristocrats。 Then the others copy to be in the fashion。 Milly too rock oil and flour。 Raw pastry I like myself。 Half the catch of oysters they throw back in the sea to keep up the price。 Cheap。 No one would buy。 Caviare。 Do the grand。 Hock in green glasses。 Swell blowout。 Lady this。 Powdered bosom pearls。 The élite。 Crème de la crème。 They want special dishes to pretend they're。 Hermit with a platter of pulse keep down the stings of the flesh。 Know me e eat with me。 Royal sturgeon。 High sheriff； Coffey； the butcher； right to venisons of the forest from his ex。 Send him back the half of a cow。 Spread I saw down in the Master of the Rolls' kitchen area。 Whitehatted chef like a rabbi。 bustible duck。 Curly cabbage à la duchesse de Parme。 Just as well to write it on the bill of fare so you can know what you've eaten too many drugs spoil the broth。 I know it myself。 Dosing it with Edwards' desiccated soup。 Geese stuffed silly for them。 Lobsters boiled alive： Do ptake some ptarmigan。 Wouldn't mind being a waiter in a swell hotel。 Tips； evening dress； halfnaked ladies。 May I tempt you to a little more filleted lemon sole； miss Dubedat？ Yes； do bedad。 And she did bedad。 Huguenot name I expect that。 A miss Dubedat lived in Killiney I remember。 Du； de la； French。 Still it's the same fish； perhaps old Micky Hanlon of Moore street ripped the guts out of making money； hand over fist； finger in fishes' gills； can't write his name on a cheque； think he was painting the landscape with his mouth twisted。 Moooikill A Aitcha Ha。 Ignorant as a kish of brogues； worth fifty thousand pounds。
Stuck on the pane two flies buzzed； stuck。
Glowing wine on his palate lingered swallowed。 Crushing in the winepress grapes of Burgundy。 Sun's heat it is。 Seems to a secret touch telling me memory。 Touched his sense moistened remembered。 Hidden under wild ferns on Howth。 Below us bay sleeping sky。 No sound。 The sky。 The bay purple by the Lion's head。 Green by Drumleck。 Yellowgreen towards Sutton。 Fields of undersea； the lines faint brown in grass； buried cities。 Pillowed on my coat she had her hair； earwigs In the heather scrub my hand under her nape； you'll toss me all。 O wonder！ Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me； caressed： her eyes upon me did not turn away。 Ravished over her I lay； full lips full open； kissed her mouth。 Yum。 Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed。 Mawkish pulp her mouth had mumbled sweet and sour with spittle。 Joy： I ate it： joy。 Young life； her lips that gave me pouting。 Soft； warm； sticky grumjelly lips。 Flowers her eyes were； take me； willing eyes。 Pebbles fell。 She lay still。 A goat。 No…one。 High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted； dropping currants。 Screened under ferns she laughed warmfolded。 Wildly I lay on her； kissed her； eyes； her lips； her stretched neck； beating； woman s breasts full in her blouse of nun's veiling； fat nipples upright。 Hot I tongued her。 She kissed me。 I was kissed。 All yielding she tossed my hair。 Kissed； she kissed me。
Me。 And me now。
Stuck； the flies buzzed。
His downcast eyes followed the silent veining of the oaken slab。 Beauty： it curves； curves are beauty。 Shapely goddesses； Venus； Juno： curves the world admires。 Can see them library museum standing in the round hall； naked goddesses。 Aids to digestion。 They don't care what man looks。 All to see。 Never speaking； I mean to say to fellows like Flynn。 Suppose she did Pygmalion and Galatea what would she say first？ Mortal！ Put you in your proper place。 Quaffing nectar at mess with gods； golden dishes； all ambrosial。 Not like a tanner lunch we have； boiled mutton； carrots and turnips； bottle of Allsop。 Nectar； imagine it drinking electricity： gods' food。 Lovely forms of woman sculped Junonian。 Immortal lovely。 And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind： food； chyle； blood； dung； earth； food： have to feed it like stoking an engine。 They have no。 Never looked。 I'll look today。 Keeper won't see。 Bend down let something fall see if she。
Dribbling a quiet message from his bladder came to go to do not to do there to do。 A man and ready he drained his glass to the lees and walked； to men too they gave themselves； manly conscious； lay with men lovers； a youth enjoyed her； to the yard。
When the sound of his boots had ceased Davy Byrne said from his book：
What is this he is？ Isn't he in the insurance line？
He's out of that long ago； Nosey Flynn said。 He does canvassing for the Freeman。
I know him well to see； Davy Byrne said。 Is he in trouble？
Trouble？ Nosey Flynn said。 Not that I heard of。 Why？
I noticed he was in mourning。
Was he？ Nosey Flynn said。 So he was； faith。 I asked him how was all at home。 You're right； by God。 So he was。
I never broach the subject； Davy Byrne said humanely； if I see a gentleman is in trouble that way。 It only brings it up fresh in their minds。
It's not the wife anyhow； Nosey Flynn said。 I met him the day before yesterday and he ing out of that Irish farm dairy John Wyse Nolan's wife has in Henry street with a jar of cream in his hand taking it home to his better half。 She's well nourished； I tell you。 Plovers on toast。
And is he doing for the Freeman？ Davy Byrne said。
Nosey Flynn pursed his lips。
He doesn't buy cream on the ads he picks up。 You can make bacon of that。
How so？ Davy Byrne asked； ing from his book。
Nosey Flynn made swift passes in the air with juggling fingers。 He winked。
He's in the craft； he said。
Do you tell me so？ Davy Byrne said。
Very much so； Nosey Flynn said。 Ancient free and accepted order。 Light； life and love； by God。 They give him a leg up。 I was told that by a； well； I won't say who。
Is that a fact？
O； it's a fine order； Nosey Flynn said。 They stick to you when you're down。 I know a fellow was trying to get into it； but they're as close as damn it。 By God they did right to keep the women out of it。
Davy Byrne smiledyawnednodded all in one：
Iiiiiichaaaaaaach！
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