Улисс
Chapter 8
Doanythingyoulikewithfiguresjuggling.Alwaysfindoutthisequaltothat.Symmetryunderacemeterywall.Hedoesn’tseemymourning.Callous:allforhisowngut.Musemathematics.Andyouthinkyou’relisteningtotheetherial.Butsupposeyousaiditlike:Martha,seventimesnineminusxisthirtyfivethousand.Fallquiteflat.It’sonaccountofthesoundsitis.
Instancehe’splayingnow.Improvising.Mightbewhatyoulike,tillyouhearthewords.Wanttolistensharp.Hard.Beginallright:thenhearchordsabitoff:feellostabit.Inandoutofsacks,overbarrels,throughwirefences,obstaclerace.Timemakesthetune.Questionofmoodyou’rein.Stillalwaysnicetohear.Exceptscalesupanddown,girlslearning.Twotogethernextdoorneighbours.Oughttoinventdummypianosforthat.BlumenliedIboughtforher.Thename.Playingitslow,agirl,nightIcamehome,thegirl.DoorofthestablesnearCeciliastreet.Millynotaste.Queerbecauseweboth,Imean.
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ItwastheonlylanguageMrDedalussaidtoBen.HeheardthemasaboyinRingabella,Crosshaven,Ringabella,singingtheirbarcaroles.QueenstownharbourfullofItalianships.Walking,youknow,Ben,inthemoonlightwiththoseearthquakehats.Blendingtheirvoices.God,suchmusic,Ben.Heardasaboy.CrossRingabellahavenmooncarole.
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