1pm Lunch timeThe Intensive Care unit"Don't you cast your nasturtiums on my character......
I beg your parsnips .... Show us the entrance out." |
" He entered Davy Byrne's. Moral Pub. He doesn't chat. Stands a drink now and then. But in leapyear once in four. Cashed a cheque for me once."
"Mr Bloom ate his strips of sandwich, fresh clean bread, with a relish of disgust,pungent mustard, the feety savour of green cheese. Sips of his wine soothed his palate. Not logwood that. Tastes fuller this weather with the chill off."
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" Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. Like the way it curves there"
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