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• #Ulysse 1638
  2 août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of it lately. Messenger boys stealing to put on sixpence. Raffle for large tender turkey. Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to America. Keeps a hotel now. They never come back. Fleshpots of Egypt.

• #Ulysse 1639
  3 août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  He walked cheerfully towards the mosque of the baths. Remind you of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the minarets. College sports today I see.

• #Ulysse 1637
  1er août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap in it, smiling.

• #Ulysse 1642
  6 août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather. Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can’t play it here. Duck for six wickets.

• #Ulysse 1643
  7 août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg.

• #Ulysse 1644
  8 août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Donnybrook fair more in their line.

• #Ulysse 1645
  9 août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  And the skulls we were acracking when M’Carthy took the floor. Heatwave. Won’t last.

• #Ulysse 1641
  5 août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  There’s Hornblower standing at the porter’s lodge. Keep him on hands : might take a turn in there on the nod. How do you do, Mr Hornblower ? How do you do, sir ?

• #Ulysse 1640
  4 août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park : cyclist doubled up like a cod in a pot. Damn bad ad. Now if they had made it round like a wheel. Then the spokes : sports, sports, sports : and the hub big : college. Something to catch the eye.

• #Ulysse 1646
  10 août 2016, par Guillaume Vissac

  Always passing, the stream of life, which in the stream of life we trace is dearer thaaan them all.