Ulysses by James Joyce
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page 194 of 1080 (17%)
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--Just another spasm, Ned Lambert said.
--What is it? Mr Bloom asked. --A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh answered with pomp of tone. OUR LOVELY LAND. SHORT BUT TO THE POINT --Whose land? Mr Bloom said simply. --Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With an accent on the whose. --Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said. --Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked. Ned Lambert nodded. --But listen to this, he said. The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was pushed in. --Excuse me, J. J. O'Molloy said, entering. Mr Bloom moved nimbly aside. |
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