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• #Ulysse 3336
  2 avril 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  —Pint of stout.

• #Ulysse 3328
  25 mars 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  Rock, the head bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard. Well up : it splashed yellow near his boot.

• #Ulysse 3335
  1er avril 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  —Roast and mashed here.

• #Ulysse 3332
  29 mars 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  Out.

• #Ulysse 3326
  23 mars 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended on it. Good stroke. Give me the fidgets to look. Safer to eat from his three hands. Tear it limb from limb. Second nature to him. Born with a silver knife in his mouth. That’s witty, I think. Or no. Silver means born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost.

• #Ulysse 3334
  31 mars 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  He backed towards the door. Get a light snack in Davy Byrne’s. Stopgap. Keep me going. Had a good breakfast.

• #Ulysse 3331
  28 mars 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  Mr Bloom raised two fingers doubtfully to his lips. His eyes said :
  — Not here. Don’t see him.

• #Ulysse 3333
  30 mars 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  I hate dirty eaters.

• #Ulysse 3327
  24 mars 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  An illgirt server gathered sticky clattering plates. Rock, the head bailiff, standing at the bar blew the foamy crown from his tankard.

• #Ulysse 3337
  3 avril 2021, par Guillaume Vissac

  Every fellow for his own, tooth and nail. Gulp. Grub. Gulp. Gobstuff.