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• #Ulysse 38
  14 mars 2012, par Guillaume Vissac

  He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen’s upper pocket, said :
  —Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.

• #Ulysse 35
  11 mars 2012, par Guillaume Vissac

  Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade.

• #Ulysse 949
  11 septembre 2014, par Guillaume Vissac

  Why are their tongues so rough ? To lap better, all porous holes.

• #Ulysse 952
  14 septembre 2014, par Guillaume Vissac

  She might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter she likes in the morning. Still perhaps : once in a way.

• #Ulysse 948
  10 septembre 2014, par Guillaume Vissac

  She lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean.

• #Ulysse 954
  16 septembre 2014, par Guillaume Vissac

  And when he had heard his voice say it he added :
  — You don’t want anything for breakfast ?

• #Ulysse 951
  13 septembre 2014, par Guillaume Vissac

  On quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by the bedroom door.

• #Ulysse 41
  17 mars 2012, par Guillaume Vissac

  Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said :
  — The bard’s noserag ! A new art colour for our Irish poets : snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can’t you ?

• #Ulysse 947
  9 septembre 2014, par Guillaume Vissac

  Thursday : not a good day either for a mutton kidney at Buckley’s. Fried with butter, a shake of pepper. Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz’s. While the kettle is boiling.

• #Ulysse 950
  12 septembre 2014, par Guillaume Vissac

  Nothing she can eat ? He glanced round him. No.