Ulysses by James Joyce
page 199 of 1080 (18%)
page 199 of 1080 (18%)
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MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED
--North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece. We won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers! --Where was that, Myles? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at his toecaps. --In Ohio! the editor shouted. --So it was, begad, Ned Lambert agreed. Passing out he whispered to J. J. O'Molloy: --Incipient jigs. Sad case. --Ohio! the editor crowed in high treble from his uplifted scarlet face. My Ohio! --A perfect cretic! the professor said. Long, short and long. O, HARP EOLIAN! He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant unwashed teeth. |
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