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Rudy Bloom

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  • #Ulysse 1700
    3 octobre 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

    My son. Me in his eyes. Strange feeling it would be. From me. Just a chance.

  • #Ulysse 1206
    26 mai 2015, par Guillaume Vissac

    She knew from the first poor little Rudy wouldn’t live. Well, God is good, sir. She knew at once. He would be eleven now if he had lived.

  • #Ulysse 3272
    28 janvier 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

    Could never like it again after Rudy.

  • #Ulysse 1699
    2 octobre 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

    If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit.

  • #Ulysse 2826
    9 novembre 2019, par Guillaume Vissac

    Phosphorus it must be done with. If you leave a bit of codfish for instance. I could see the bluey silver over it. Night I went down to the pantry in the kitchen. Don’t like all the smells in it waiting to rush out. What was it she wanted ? The Malaga raisins. Thinking of Spain. Before Rudy was born. The phosphorescence, that bluey greeny. Very good for the brain.

  • #Ulysse 1207
    27 mai 2015, par Guillaume Vissac

    His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. Excuse bad writing. Hurry. Piano downstairs.

  • #Ulysse 1830
    10 février 2017, par Guillaume Vissac

    A dwarf’s face, mauve and wrinkled like little Rudy’s was. Dwarf’s body, weak as putty, in a whitelined deal box. Burial friendly society pays. Penny a week for a sod of turf. Our. Little. Beggar. Baby. Meant nothing. Mistake of nature. If it’s healthy it’s from the mother. If not from the man. Better luck next time.

  • #Ulysse 1703
    6 octobre 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

    Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside her. I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent. Learn German too.

  • #Ulysse 2119
    24 novembre 2017, par Guillaume Vissac

    Mine over there towards Finglas, the plot I bought. Mamma, poor mamma, and little Rudy.

  • #Ulysse 1579
    4 juin 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

    Trams : a car of Prescott’s dyeworks : a widow in her weeds. Notice because I’m in mourning myself.