Quotation from: Ulysses

Written by: James Joyce


Ah, now he heard, she holding it to his ear. Hear! He heard.


Wonderful. She held it to her own. And through the sifted light pale gold
in contrast glided. To hear.


Tap.


Bloom through the bardoor saw a shell held at their ears. He heard
more faintly that that they heard, each for herself alone, then each for
other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a silent roar.

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