Ulysses by James Joyce
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page 217 of 1080 (20%)
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CLEVER, VERY --Clever, Lenehan said. Very. --Gave it to them on a hot plate, Myles Crawford said, the whole bloody history. Nightmare from which you will never awake. --I saw it, the editor said proudly. I was present. Dick Adams, the besthearted bloody Corkman the Lord ever put the breath of life in, and myself. Lenehan bowed to a shape of air, announcing: --Madam, I'm Adam. And Able was I ere I saw Elba. --History! Myles Crawford cried. The Old Woman of Prince's street was there first. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that. Out of an advertisement. Gregor Grey made the design for it. That gave him the leg up. Then Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the STAR. Now he's got in with Blumenfeld. That's press. That's talent. Pyatt! He was all their daddies! --The father of scare journalism, Lenehan confirmed, and the brother-in-law of Chris Callinan. --Hello? ... Are you there? ... Yes, he's here still. Come across |
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