Happy 100th #Bloomsday 
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead… Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
- Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful Jesuit!
- Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful Jesuit!
Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbour mouth of Kingstown.
Isn’t the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea
(Yes I know wrong colour…)
(Yes I know wrong colour…)
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls
Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax... He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit, the coolwrappered soap in his left hand
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