Sweny’s Pharmacy

Articles

• #Ulysse 1601
  26 juin 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  —About a fortnight ago, sir ?

• #Ulysse 1621
  16 juillet 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.
  — I’ll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.

• #Ulysse 1600
  25 juin 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Test : turns blue litmus paper red. Chloroform. Overdose of laudanum. Sleeping draughts. Lovephiltres. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough. Clogs the pores or the phlegm. Poisons the only cures. Remedy where you least expect it. Clever of nature.

• #Ulysse 1631
  26 juillet 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  —Ascot. Gold cup. Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered. Half a mo. Maximum the second.

• #Ulysse 1620
  15 juillet 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  —Fourpence, sir.

• #Ulysse 1616
  11 juillet 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Curious longing I. Water to water. Combine business with pleasure.

• #Ulysse 1613
  8 juillet 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Time to get a bath round the corner. Hammam. Turkish. Massage. Dirt gets rolled up in your navel.

• #Ulysse 1608
  3 juillet 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Those homely recipes are often the best : strawberries for the teeth : nettles and rainwater : oatmeal they say steeped in buttermilk. Skinfood.

• #Ulysse 1619
  14 juillet 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  —No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I’ll call later in the day and I’ll take one of these soaps. How much are they ?

• #Ulysse 1596
  21 juin 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Living all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. All his alabaster lilypots. Mortar and pestle. Aq. Dist. Fol. Laur. Te Virid. Smell almost cure you like the dentist’s doorbell.