Quotation from: Ulysses

Written by: James Joyce


He turned Combridge's corner, still pursued. Jingling, hoofthuds.
Perfumed bodies, warm, full. All kissed, yielded: in deep summer fields,
tangled pressed grass, in trickling hallways of tenements, along sofas,
creaking beds.


--Jack, love!


--Darling!


--Kiss me, Reggy!

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