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           Mustbeinacertainmood.

           Thedreamycloudygull

           Waveso’erthewatersdull.

           HecrossedatNassaustreetcornerandstoodbeforethewindowofYeatesandSon,pricingthefieldglasses.OrwillIdropintooldHarris’sandhaveachatwithyoungSinclair?Wellmanneredfellow.Probablyathislunch.Mustgetthoseoldglassesofminesetright.Goerzlensessixguineas.Germansmakingtheirwayeverywhere.Selloneasytermstocapturetrade.Undercutting.Mightchanceonapairintherailwaylostpropertyoffice.Astonishingthethingspeopleleavebehindthemintrainsandcloakrooms.Whatdotheybethinkingabout?Womentoo.Incredible.LastyeartravellingtoEnnishadtopickupthatfarmer’sdaughter’sbagandhandittoheratLimerickjunction.Unclaimedmoneytoo.There’salittlewatchupthereontheroofofthebanktotestthoseglassesby.

           Hislidscamedownonthelowerrimsofhisirides.Can’tseeit.Ifyouimagineit’sthereyoucanalmostseeit.Can’tseeit.

           Hefacedaboutand,standingbetweentheawnings,heldouthisrighthandatarm’slengthtowardsthesun.Wantedtotrythatoften.Yes:completely.Thetipofhislittlefingerblottedoutthesun’sdisk.Mustbethefocuswheretherayscross.IfIhadblackglasses.Interesting.TherewasalotoftalkaboutthosesunspotswhenwewereinLombardstreetwest.Lookingupfromthebackgarden.Terrificexplosionstheyare.Therewillbeatotaleclipsethisyear:autumnsometime.

           NowthatIcometothinkofitthatballfallsatGreenwichtime.It’stheclockisworkedbyanelectricwirefromDunsink.