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Ulisses

James Joyce

Tradução de Antonio Houaiss 2ª edição Difel – Difusão Editorial By Civilização Brasileira S. A. e António Houaiss 1983

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Sim porque ele nunca fez uma coisa como essa antes como pedir pra ter seu desjejum na cama com um par de ovos desde o hotel CityArms quando ele costumava fingir que estava de cama com voz doente fazendo fita para se fazer interessante para aquela velha bisca da senhora Riordan que ele pensava que tinha ela no bolso e que nunca deixou pra nos nem um vintém tudo pra missas para ela e para alma dela grande miserável que era com medo até de soltar quatro xelins, para seu espírito metilado me contando todos os achaques dela com aquela velha de falação dela sobre política e tremores de terra e o fim do mundo que a gente tenha um pouco de distração pelo menos antes Deus ajude o mundo se todas as mulheres fossem como ela contra roupa de banho e decotes é claro que ninguém queria ver ela com isso eu creio que ela ora piedosa porque nenhum homem havia de olhar para ela duas vezes eu espero que não vou ser nunca como ela não admirava se ela quisesse que a gente escondesse a cara mas ela era uma mulher bem educada e sua fala tagarela sobre o senhor Riordan praqui e o senhor Riordan pralá eu penso que ele ficou contente de se ver livre dela e do cachorro dela que cheirava meu casaco de pele e se metia sempre debaixo de minhas saias especialmente quando mas ainda assim gosto disso nele com as mulheres velhas como aquela e garçons e mendigos também ele não é nada convencido mas se jamais alguma vez ele pegasse alguma coisa realmente séria muito melhor para eles seria ir para o hospital que é todo limpo mas eu creio que eu ia levar bem um mês para meter isso nele sim e então a gente ia ter uma enfermeira do hospital como próxima história pegando ele lá até terem de jogar ele pra fora ou talvez uma freira como aquela da foto suja que ele tem que é tão freira como eu não sou sim porque eles são tão fraquinhos e choramingas quando ficam doentes que precisam de uma mulher pra ficarem bem se ele sangra pelo nariz é de pensar que era ó tragédia e o olho de morto quando desceu do circular sul quando torceu o pé na festa do câro no morro do Pão de Açúcar no dia que eu usei aquele vestido com a senhorita Stack trazendo pra ele as piores e mais velhas flores que podia achar no fundo da cesta fazendo qualquer coisa para se meter num quarto de dormir de um homemcom aquela voz dela de velha solteirona tentando imaginar que ele estava morrendo por ela por nunca ver tua cara de, novo, mas ele parecia mais como um homem com a barba um pouco crescida na cama meu pai ora a mesma coisa além disso eu odeio fazer curativos e dar remedinhos quando ele cortou o dedo do pé com a navalha aparando os calos ficou com medo de ficar com o sangue envenenado mas se era eu que ficasse doente a gente ia ver qual era a atenção só que a mulher esconde para não dar toda a trabalheira sim ele veio de algum lugar estou certa pelo seu apetite de todos os modos não é amor senão ele ficava de longe pensando nela mas nem tampouco era uma dessas mulheres por aí da noite se foi lá que ele esteve realmente e a história do hotel que ele contou é uma montanha de mentiras para esconder a marosca do Hynes com quem me encontrei me reteve ali sim eu encontrei você se lembra o Menton e quem mais deixa eu pensar aquele, cara de bebé que eu vi ele não fazia muito de casado namorando uma mocinha no Miriorama Pooles e eu virei as costas para ele quando ele se escafedeu com ar muito embaraçado de quê que tem mas ele teve o topete de se engraçar comigo uma vez bem feito pra ele cara de conquistador com seu olho de peixe frito de todos os estuporados que já conheci e tudo isso só porque é chamado de solicitador pois eu odeio ter discussão na cama ou então se não foi isso foi alguma galinha por aí que ele levou sabe onde ou alguma escondidinha que arranjou se ao menos elas soubessem dele o quanto eu sei sim porque no dia de anteontem ele estavara biscando uma coisa assim como uma carta quando eu entrei no quarto da frente procurando fósforos para mostrar a morte do Dignam no jornal como se alguma coisa me dissesse de fazer e ele, cobriu a coisa com o mata-borrão fingindo ser negócio pois muito provavelmente era para alguém que pensa que ela vai ter nele uma boa isca pois todos os homens ficam um pouco assim principalmente na idade dele entrando pelos quarenta pois ele está agora de ser engabelado com todo dinheiro que ela possa tirar dele não tem bobo como bobo, velho e então seu beijo de sempre no meu traseiro era para esconder a coisa não é que eu me incomode uma palha com quem ele faz ou conheceu antes mas eu gostava de saber até chegar a ter os dois debaixo do meu nariz como naquela vez que aquela desmazelada daquela Mary que a gente tinha no terraço Ontário enchumaçando o falso traseiro dela para excitar ele como se não bastasse eu sentir o cheiro dessas mulheres borradas de pintura nele uma ou duas vezes eu desconfiei fazendo ele chegar pra perto de mim quando eu achei aquele cabelo comprido no paletó dele sem contar a vez que eu fui pra cozinha e ele fingiu que estava bebendo água uma mulher não é bastante para eles toda a culpa era dele é claro estragando as criadas propondo que ela podia comer na nossa mesa no Natal faça-me o favor Oh não muito obrigada não em minha casa roubando minhas batatas e as ostras de 2/6 a dúzia saindo para ver a tia dela faça-me o favor roubo escarrado é que era mas eu estava segura que ele tinha alguma coisa com aquela eu se como sentir uma coisa dessas ele me disse você não tem prova mas a prova era ela oh sim a tia dela gostava muito de ostras mas eu disse para ela o que eu pensava dela que me propôs ficar só com ela eu é que não ia me rebaixar para ficar espiando por eles as ligas que eu achei no quarto dela na sexta-feira da folga dela era o bastante pra mim um pouquinho mais que bastante e vi também que a cara delaficou vermelha quando eu dei a ela o aviso de uma semana melhor ficar com elas os quartos eu faço de uma vez eu mesma mais depressa o diabo é apenas a cozinha e jogar fora a sujeira de todos os modos pus nas mãos dele ou ela ou eu deixa a casa eu não podia mesmo tocar nele se eu pensasse que ele tinha estado com aquela descarada de mentirosa e relaxada como aquela negando na minha cara e cantando pela casa na casinha também porque ela sabia que ela estava na bem boa sim pois ele não podia talvez passar sem aquilo muito tempo assim ele deve fazer em algum lugar e na última vez que ele foi no meu traseiro quando é que foi na noite que Boylandeu aquele apertão na minha mão indo pela Tolka na minha mão dá um outro eu só fiz nas costas da dele assim com o meu polegar para dar o troco cantando a jovem lua de Maio está radiando amor pois ele tem uma implicância com ele e eu ele não é tão bobo assim ele disse vou jantar fora e vou ao Gaiety mas eu não vou dar a ele essa satisfação de modo nenhum Deus sabe can troca que não vou sempre e sempre usar o mesmo chapéu velho a não ser que eu pague algum rapaz bonitão para fazer isso pois eu não posso fazer por mim mesma um rapaz jovem havia de gostar de mim eu ia encabular ele um pouco só se a gente ficasse eu deixava ele ver as minhas ligas as novas e fazer ele ficar vermelho seduzia ele eu sei o que os rapazes sentem com isso é pela cara deles fazendo aquela esfregação insofrida na coisa a cada hora pergunta e resposta você fazia isso e bonitinho demais para um homem e ele era um pouco antes da gente ficar noivos embora ela não tivesse gostado muito no dia que eu estava em maré de rir á toa que eu não podia parar a ponto de meus grampos caírem um a um com o monte de cabelos que eu tinha você está sempre se rindo me disse ela sim porque isso azucrinava ela porque ela sabia o que isso queria dizer porque eu costumava contara ela um pouco do que se passava entre nós não tudo mas o bastante para deixar ela com água na boca mas isso não era culpa minha ela nunca mais deu as caras depois que a gente se casou eu gostava de saber como é que ela está agora depois de estar vivendo com aquele boboca daquele marido dela ela estava com a cara para o puxado e para o caído a última vez que eu vi ela ela devia ter tido um pega com ele porque eu vi no momento que ela estava puxando a conversa para maridos pra falar dele e pôr ele por baixo que é que ela me contou oh sim que ele às vezes costumava entrar na cama com as botinas enlameadas quando a doida dá nele imagina pensarem ir pra cama com uma coisa assim que pode te matar a qualquer momento que homem também não é só dessa maneira que se fica maluco Poldy de todos os modos no que quer que faça limpa sempre os pôs no capacho quando entra quer faça chuva quer sol e sempre lustra seus próprios sapatos também, e sempre tira o chapéu quando te encontra na rua e agora lá vai ele nas suas tamancas para arranjar dez mil libras por um cartão postal ee gh és gagá Ó Querida do Coração uma coisa assim ia ser de arrebentar de chatice de morte tão burro de facto até pra tirar as botas agora que é que se, pode fazer com um homem assim eu preferia morrer vinte vezes antes que casar com um outro do sexo dele é claro que ele nunca que ia achar outra mulher como eu para aguentar como eu faço quem te ame que te compre e ele bem que sabe isso no fundo da alma dele é olhar para essa senhora Maybrick que envenenou o marido porque é o que me parece estava apaixonada por outro homem sim é o que se descobriu pois que desgraçada de miserável pra fazer uma coisa assim é claro que certos homens podem ser tremendamente irritantes para te pôr maluca com sempre a pior palavra do mundo pois pra quê que pedem a gente pra. casar se a gente fosse tão má já que tudo dá no mesmo sim porque eles não podem viver sem a gente arsênico branco é oque ela pôs no chá do papel de moscas é como isso se chama se eu perguntasse a ele ele ia me explicar que vem do grego o que deixa a gente tão sabida quanto antes ela devia ter ficado louca de paixão pelo outro sujeito pra se arriscar de ser enforcada oh ela não tratou de saber se isso era da natureza dela que é que ela podia fazer além disso a gente não é tão bruto assim de pegar e enforcar uma mulher é certo que não eles todos são tão diferentes Boylan que falava da forma meu pé que ele notou logo logo mesmo antes de ser apresentado quando eu estava na C P D com Poldy rindo e tentando ouvir eu estava mexendo com meu pé nós dois a gente pediu dois chás e pão simples com manteiga eu vi ele olhando com suas duas de solteironas de irmãs quando eu me levantei e perguntei à mocinha onde é que era pois que me importava com a pingação em mim e aqueles calções pretos apertados que ele fez eu comprar e leva meia hora para abaixar eu me molho toda sempre com uma droga de novidade cada vira-e-mexe uma semana foi tão demorada que eu até esqueci minhas luvas de camurça no assento atrás que eu nunca recuperei por causa de alguma ladrona de mulher e ele que queria que eu anunciasse no Irish Times perdido no lavatório de senhoras da C P D rua Dame que machou favor devolver sra. Marion Bloom e eu vi os olhos dele nos meus pés saindo pela porta giratória ele estava olhando quando eu olhei para trás e eu fui lá para chá dois dias depois na esperança mas ele não estava agora por que isso excitou ele porque eu cruzava eles quando a gente estava na outra sala primeiro ele se referia aos sapatos que são muito apertados para andar minha mão é que é bonita e tanto se eu ao menos tivesse um anel com uma pedra do meu mês uma gua-marinha bonita eu vou fazer ele espichar uma e um bracelete de ouro eu não gosto tanto dos meus pés ainda assim eu fiz ele se babar uma vez com meus pés na noite depois do atamancado do concerto do Goodwin estava tão frio e ventoso que felizmente que a gente tinha aquele rum em casa pra esquentar e o fogo não estava todo apagado quando ele pediu pra eu tirar as meias e estender no capacho na frente da lareira da rua Lombard bem e outra vez foi com minhas botinas com lama ele queria que eu pisasse em cima de todas as bostas de cavalo que eu podia achar é claro ele não é como o resto do mundo que eu como é que ele diz que eu podia dar nove pontos em dez a Ketty Lenner e ganhar dela que é que isso quer dizer eu perguntei a ele eu esqueci o que ele disse porque o gajo da edição extra passava e o homem de cabelos […]

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Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel when he used to be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his highness to make himself interesting for that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he thought he had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing all for masses for herself and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid to lay out 4d for her methylated spirit telling me all her ailments she had too much old chat in her about politics and earthquakes and the end of the world let us have a bit of fun first God help the world if all the women were her sort down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course nobody wanted her to wear them I suppose she was pious because no man would look at her twice I hope Ill never be like her a wonder she didnt want us to cover our faces but she was a welleducated woman certainly and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here and Mr Riordan there I suppose he was glad to get shut of her and her dog smelling my fur and always edging to get up under my petticoats especially then still I like that in him polite to old women like that and waiters and beggars too hes not proud out of nothing but not always if ever he got anything really serious the matter with him its much better for them to go into a hospital where everything is clean but I suppose Id have to dring it into him for a month yes and then wed have a hospital nurse next thing on the carpet have him staying there till they throw him out or a nun maybe like the smutty photo he has shes as much a nun as Im not yes because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want a woman to get well if his nose bleeds youd think it was O tragic and that dyinglooking one off the south circular when he sprained his foot at the choir party at the sugarloaf Mountain the day I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst old ones she could find at the bottom of the basket anything at all to get into a mans bedroom with her old maids voice trying to imagine he was dying on account of her to never see thy face again though he looked more like a man with his beard a bit grown in the bed father was the same besides I hate bandaging and dosing when he cut his toe with the razor paring his corns afraid hed get bloodpoisoning but if it was a thing I was sick then wed see what attention only of course the woman hides it not to give all the trouble they do yes he came somewhere Im sure by his appetite anyway love its not or hed be off his feed thinking of her so either it was one of those night women if it was down there he was really and the hotel story he made up a pack of lies to hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I meet ah yes I met do you remember Menton and who else who let me see that big babbyface I saw him and he not long married flirting with a young girl at Pooles Myriorama and turned my back on him when he slinked out looking quite conscious what harm but he had the impudence to make up to me one time well done to him mouth almighty and his boiled eyes of all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a solicitor only for I hate having a long wrangle in bed or else if its not that its some little bitch or other he got in with somewhere or picked up on the sly if they only knew him as well as I do yes because the day before yesterday he was scribbling something a letter when I came into the front room to show him Dignams death in the paper as if something told me and he covered it up with the blottingpaper pretending to be thinking about business so very probably that was it to somebody who thinks she has a softy in him because all men get a bit like that at his age especially getting on to forty he is now so as to wheedle any money she can out of him no fool like an old fool and then the usual kissing my bottom was to hide it not that I care two straws now who he does it with or knew before that way though Id like to find out so long as I dont have the two of them under my nose all the time like that slut that Mary we had in Ontario terrace padding out her false bottom to excite him bad enough to get the smell of those painted women off him once or twice I had a suspicion by getting him to come near me when I found the long hair on his coat without that one when I went into the kitchen pretending he was drinking water 1 woman is not enough for them it was all his fault of course ruining servants then proposing that she could eat at our table on Christmas day if you please O no thank you not in my house stealing my potatoes and the oysters 2/6 per doz going out to see her aunt if you please common robbery so it was but I was sure he had something on with that one it takes me to find out a thing like that he said you have no proof it was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond of oysters but I told her what I thought of her suggesting me to go out to be alone with her I wouldnt lower myself to spy on them the garters I found in her room the Friday she was out that was enough for me a little bit too much her face swelled up on her with temper when I gave her her weeks notice I saw to that better do without them altogether do out the rooms myself quicker only for the damn cooking and throwing out the dirt I gave it to him anyhow either she or me leaves the house I couldnt even touch him if I thought he was with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that one denying it up to my face and singing about the place in the W C too because she knew she was too well off yes because he couldnt possibly do without it that long so he must do it somewhere and the last time he came on my bottom when was it the night Boylan gave my hand a great squeeze going along by the Tolka in my hand there steals another I just pressed the back of his like that with my thumb to squeeze back singing the young May moon shes beaming love because he has an idea about him and me hes not such a fool he said Im dining out and going to the Gaiety though Im not going to give him the satisfaction in any case God knows hes a change in a way not to be always and ever wearing the same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to do it since I cant do it myself a young boy would like me Id confuse him a little alone with him if we were Id let him see my garters the new ones and make him turn red looking at him seduce him I know what boys feel with that down on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the thing by the hour question and answer would you do this that and the other with the coalman yes with a bishop yes I would because I told him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in the jews temples gardens when I was knitting that woollen thing a stranger to Dublin what place was it and so on about the monuments and he tired me out with statues encouraging him making him worse than he is who is in your mind now tell me who are you thinking of who is it tell me his name who tell me who the german Emperor is it yes imagine Im him think of him can you feel him trying to make a whore of me what he never will he ought to give it up now at this age of his life simply ruination for any woman and no satisfaction in it pretending to like it till he comes and then finish it off myself anyway and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all with all the talk of the world about it people make its only the first time after that its just the ordinary do it and think no more about it why cant you kiss a man without going and marrying him first you sometimes love to wildly when you feel that way so nice all over you you cant help yourself I wish some man or other would take me sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you then I hate that confession when I used to go to Father Corrigan he touched me father and what harm if he did where and I said on the canal bank like a fool but whereabouts on your person my child on the leg behind high up was it yes rather high up was it where you sit down yes O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and have done with it what has that got to do with it and did you whatever way he put it I forget no father and I always think of the real father what did he want to know for when I already confessed it to God he had a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the bullneck in his horsecollar I wonder did he know me in the box I could see his face he couldnt see mine of course hed never turn or let on still his eyes were red when his father died theyre lost for a woman of course must be terrible when a man cries let alone them Id like to be embraced by one in his vestments and the smell of incense off him like the pope besides theres no danger with a priest if youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to H H the pope for a penance I wonder was he satisfied with me one thing I didnt like his slapping me behind going away so familiarly in the hall though I laughed Im not a horse or an ass am I I suppose he was thinking of his fathers I wonder is he awake thinking of me or dreaming am I in it who gave him that flower he said he bought he smelt of some kind of drink not whisky or stout or perhaps the sweety kind of paste they stick their bills up with some liqueur Id like to sip those richlooking green and yellow expensive drinks those stagedoor johnnies drink with the opera hats I tasted once with my finger dipped out of that American that had the squirrel talking stamps with father he had all he could do to keep himself from falling asleep after the last time after we took the port and potted meat it had a fine salty taste yes because I felt lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a top the moment I popped straight into bed till that thunder woke me up God be merciful to us I thought the heavens were coming down about us to punish us when I blessed myself and said a Hail Mary like those awful thunderbolts in Gibraltar as if the world was coming to an end and then they come and tell you theres no God what could you do if it was running and rushing about nothing only make an act of contrition the candle I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the month of May see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he heard because he never goes to church mass or meeting he says your soul you have no soul inside only grey matter because he doesnt know what it is to have one yes when I lit the lamp because he must have come 3 or 4 times with that tremendous big red brute of a thing he has I thought the vein or whatever the dickens they call it was going to burst though his nose is not so big after I took off all my things with the blinds down after my hours dressing and perfuming and combing it like iron or some kind of a thick crowbar standing all the time he must have eaten oysters I think a few dozen he was in great singing voice no I never in all my life felt anyone had one the size of that to make you feel full up he must have eaten a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that with a big hole in the middle of us or like a Stallion driving it up into you because thats all they want out of you with that determined vicious look in his eye I had to halfshut my eyes still he hasnt such a tremendous amount of spunk in him when I made him pull out and do it on me considering how big it is so much the better in case any of it wasnt washed out properly the last time I let him finish it in me nice invention they made for women for him to get all the pleasure but if someone gave them a touch of it themselves theyd know what I went through with Milly nobody would believe cutting her teeth too and Mina Purefoys husband give us a swing out of your whiskers filling her up with a child or twins once a year as regular as the clock always with a smell of children off her the one they called budgers or something like a nigger with a shock of hair on it Jesusjack the child is a black the last time I was there a squad of them falling over one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be healthy not satisfied till they have us swollen out like elephants or I dont know what supposing I risked having another not off him though still if he was married Im sure hed have a fine strong child but I dont know Poldy has more spunk in him yes thatd be awfully jolly I suppose it was meeting Josie Powell and the funeral and thinking about me and Boylan set him off well he can think what he likes now if thatll do him any good I know they were spooning a bit when I came on the scene he was dancing and sitting out with her the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then he wanted to ram it down my neck it was on account of not liking to see her a wallflower that was why we had the standup row over politics he began it not me when he said about Our Lord being a carpenter at last he made me cry of course a woman is so sensitive about everything I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for I knew he was gone on me and the first socialist he said He was he annoyed me so much I couldnt put him into a temper still he knows a lot of mixedup things especially about the body and the inside I often wanted to study up that myself what we have inside us in that family physician I could always hear his voice talking when the room was crowded and watch him after that I pretended I had a coolness on with her over him because he used to be a bit on the jealous side whenever he asked who are you going to and I said over to Floey and he made me the present of Byron’s poems and the three pairs of gloves so that finished that I could quite easily get him to make it up any time I know how Id even supposing he got in with her again and was going out to see her somewhere Id know if he refused to eat the onions I know plenty of ways ask him to tuck down the collar of my blouse or touch him with my veil and gloves on going out I kiss then would send them all spinning however alright well see then let him go to her she of course would only be too delighted to pretend shes mad in love with him that I wouldnt so much mind Id just go to her and ask her do you love him and look her square in the eyes she couldnt fool me but he might imagine he was and make a declaration to her with his plabbery kind of a manner like he did to me though I had the devils own job to get it out of him though I liked him for that it showed he could hold in and wasnt to be got for the asking he was on the pop of asking me too the night in the kitchen I was rolling the potato cake theres something I want to say to you only for I put him off letting on I was in a temper with my hands and arms full of pasty flour in any case I let out too much the night before talking of dreams so I didnt want to let him know more than was good for him she used to be always embracing me Josie whenever he was there meaning him of course glauming me over and when I said I washed up and down as far as possible asking me and did you wash possible the women are always egging on to that putting it on thick when hes there they know by his sly eye blinking a bit putting on the indifferent when they come out with something the kind he is what spoils him I dont wonder in the least because he was very handsome at that time trying to look like Lord Byron I said I liked though he was too beautiful for a man and he was a little before we got engaged afterwards though she didnt like it so much the day I was in fits of laughing with the giggles I couldnt stop about all my hairpins falling out one after another with the mass of hair I had youre always in great humour she said yes because it grigged her because she knew what it meant because I used to tell her a good bit of what went on between us not all but just enough to make her mouth water but that wasnt my fault she didnt darken the door much after we were married I wonder what shes got like now after living with that dotty husband of hers she had her face beginning to look drawn and run down the last time I saw her she must have been just after a row with him because I saw on the moment she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about him to run him down what was it she told me O yes that sometimes he used to go to bed with his muddy boots on when the maggot takes him just imagine having to get into bed with a thing like that that might murder you any moment what a man well its not the one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he does always wipes his feet on the mat when he comes in wet or shine and always blacks his own boots too and he always takes off his hat when he comes up in the street like then and now hes going about in his slippers to look for 10000 pounds for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to take his boots off now what could you make of a man like that Id rather die 20 times over than marry another of their sex of course hed never find another woman like me to put up with him the way I do know me come sleep with me yes and he knows that too at the bottom of his heart take that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband for what I wonder in love with some other man yes it was found out on her wasnt she the downright villain to go and do a thing like that of course some men can be dreadfully aggravating drive you mad and always the worst word in the world what do they ask us to marry them for if were so bad as all that comes to yes because they cant get on without us white Arsenic she put in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I wonder why they call it that if I asked him hed say its from the Greek leave us as wise as we were before she must have been madly in love with the other fellow to run the chance of being hanged O she didnt care if that was her nature what could she do besides theyre not brutes enough to go and hang a woman surely are they theyre all so different Boylan talking about the shape of my foot he noticed at once even before he was introduced when I was in the D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to listen I was waggling my foot we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw him looking with his two old maids of sisters when I stood up and asked the girl where it was what do I care with it dropping out of me and that black closed breeches he made me buy takes you half an hour to let them down wetting all myself always with some brandnew fad every other week such a long one I did I forgot my suede gloves on the seat behind that I never got after some robber of a woman and he wanted me to put it in the Irish times lost in the ladies lavatory D B C Dame street finder return to Mrs Marion Bloom and I saw his eyes on my feet going out through the turning door he was looking when I looked back and I went there for tea 2 days after in the hope but he wasnt now how did that excite him because I was crossing them when we were in the other room first he meant the shoes that are too tight to walk in my hand is nice like that if I only had a ring with the stone for my month a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for one and a gold bracelet I dont like my foot so much still I made him spend once with my foot the night after Goodwins botchup of a concert so cold and windy it was well we had that rum in the house to mull and the fire wasnt black out when he asked to take off my stockings lying on the hearthrug in Lombard street west and another time it was my muddy boots hed like me to walk in all the horses dung I could find but of course hes not natural like the rest of the world that I what did he say I could give 9 points in 10 to Katty Lanner and beat her what does that mean I asked him I forget what he said because the stoppress edition just passed and the man with the curly hair […]

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Civilização Brasileira – tradução de Antônio Houaiss
http://www.record.com.br/livro_sinopse.asp?id_livro=25275

Editora Objetiva – tradução de Bernardina da Silveira Pinheiro
http://www.objetiva.com.br/livro_ficha.php?id=656

Companhia das Letras – tradução de Caetano Waldrigues Galindo
http://companhiadasletras.com.br/detalhe.php?codigo=85016

James Joyce & Tradução – Revista Scientia Traductionis – UFSC
http://www.periodicos.ufsc.br/index.php/scientia/issue/view/1590

Os Ulisses de Joyce – Tradução e Reação
http://wp.clicrbs.com.br/mundolivro/2012/06/12/os-ulisses-de-joyce-traducao-e-reacao/?topo=13,1,1,,,13

Vídeo Ulysses By James Joyce .01
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOhPcy1lV7c

Traduzir o “Ulysses”, por Caetano Waldrigues Galindo
http://www.blogdacompanhia.com.br/2012/05/traduzir-o-ulysses

A Nova Tradução de Ulysses, de James Joyce
http://www.traco-freudiano.org/blog/?p=900

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