Quotation from: Ulysses

Written by: James Joyce


The tram passed. They drove off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich
gloved hand on the steel grip. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her hat
in the sun: flicker, flick.


--Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.


--O, yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks.


He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:

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