Quotation from: Ulysses

Written by: James Joyce


Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm,
her bust, that all but burst, so high.


--O! O! jerked Lenehan, gasping at each stretch. O!


But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph.


--Why don't you grow? asked Blazes Boylan.


Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his
lips, looked as it flowed (flower in his coat: who gave him?), and
syrupped with her voice:

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