Ulisses, de James Joyce, com as \u00faltimas 50 p\u00e1ginas sem pontua\u00e7\u00e3o<\/p>\n
Ulisses<\/p>\n
James Joyce<\/p>\n
Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o de Antonio Houaiss 2\u00aa edi\u00e7\u00e3o Difel \u2013 Difus\u00e3o Editorial By Civiliza\u00e7\u00e3o Brasileira S. A. e Ant\u00f3nio Houaiss 1983<\/p>\n
p\u00e1gina 771<\/p>\n
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 vint\u00e9m tudo pra missas para ela e para alma dela grande miser\u00e1vel que era com medo at\u00e9 de soltar quatro xelins, para seu esp\u00edrito metilado me contando todos os achaques dela com aquela velha de fala\u00e7\u00e3o dela sobre pol\u00edtica e tremores de terra e o fim do mundo que a gente tenha um pouco de distra\u00e7\u00e3o pelo menos antes Deus ajude o mundo se todas as mulheres fossem como ela contra roupa de banho e decotes \u00e9 claro que ningu\u00e9m queria ver ela com isso eu creio que ela ora piedosa porque nenhum homem havia de olhar para ela duas vezes eu espero que n\u00e3o vou ser nunca como ela n\u00e3o 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 pral\u00e1 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 gar\u00e7ons e mendigos tamb\u00e9m ele n\u00e3o \u00e9 nada convencido mas se jamais alguma vez ele pegasse alguma coisa realmente s\u00e9ria muito melhor para eles seria ir para o hospital que \u00e9 todo limpo mas eu creio que eu ia levar bem um m\u00eas para meter isso nele sim e ent\u00e3o a gente ia ter uma enfermeira do hospital como pr\u00f3xima hist\u00f3ria pegando ele l\u00e1 at\u00e9 terem de jogar ele pra fora ou talvez uma freira como aquela da foto suja que ele tem que \u00e9 t\u00e3o freira como eu n\u00e3o sou sim porque eles s\u00e3o t\u00e3o fraquinhos e choramingas quando ficam doentes que precisam de uma mulher pra ficarem bem se ele sangra pelo nariz \u00e9 de pensar que era \u00f3 trag\u00e9dia e o olho de morto quando desceu do circular sul quando torceu o p\u00e9 na festa do c\u00e2ro no morro do P\u00e3o de A\u00e7\u00facar 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 al\u00e9m disso eu odeio fazer curativos e dar remedinhos quando ele cortou o dedo do p\u00e9 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 aten\u00e7\u00e3o s\u00f3 que a mulher esconde para n\u00e3o dar toda a trabalheira sim ele veio de algum lugar estou certa pelo seu apetite de todos os modos n\u00e3o \u00e9 amor sen\u00e3o ele ficava de longe pensando nela mas nem tampouco era uma dessas mulheres por a\u00ed da noite se foi l\u00e1 que ele esteve realmente e a hist\u00f3ria do hotel que ele contou \u00e9 uma montanha de mentiras para esconder a marosca do Hynes com quem me encontrei me reteve ali sim eu encontrei voc\u00ea se lembra o Menton e quem mais deixa eu pensar aquele, cara de beb\u00e9 que eu vi ele n\u00e3o fazia muito de casado namorando uma mocinha no Miriorama Pooles e eu virei as costas para ele quando ele se escafedeu com ar muito embara\u00e7ado de qu\u00ea que tem mas ele teve o topete de se engra\u00e7ar comigo uma vez bem feito pra ele cara de conquistador com seu olho de peixe frito de todos os estuporados que j\u00e1 conheci e tudo isso s\u00f3 porque \u00e9 chamado de solicitador pois eu odeio ter discuss\u00e3o na cama ou ent\u00e3o se n\u00e3o foi isso foi alguma galinha por a\u00ed 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 f\u00f3sforos para mostrar a morte do Dignam no jornal como se alguma coisa me dissesse de fazer e ele, cobriu a coisa com o mata-borr\u00e3o fingindo ser neg\u00f3cio pois muito provavelmente era para algu\u00e9m 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 est\u00e1 agora de ser engabelado com todo dinheiro que ela possa tirar dele n\u00e3o tem bobo como bobo, velho e ent\u00e3o seu beijo de sempre no meu traseiro era para esconder a coisa n\u00e3o \u00e9 que eu me incomode uma palha com quem ele faz ou conheceu antes mas eu gostava de saber at\u00e9 chegar a ter os dois debaixo do meu nariz como naquela vez que aquela desmazelada daquela Mary que a gente tinha no terra\u00e7o Ont\u00e1rio enchuma\u00e7ando o falso traseiro dela para excitar ele como se n\u00e3o 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 palet\u00f3 dele sem contar a vez que eu fui pra cozinha e ele fingiu que estava bebendo \u00e1gua uma mulher n\u00e3o \u00e9 bastante para eles toda a culpa era dele \u00e9 claro estragando as criadas propondo que ela podia comer na nossa mesa no Natal fa\u00e7a-me o favor Oh n\u00e3o muito obrigada n\u00e3o em minha casa roubando minhas batatas e as ostras de 2\/6 a d\u00fazia saindo para ver a tia dela fa\u00e7a-me o favor roubo escarrado \u00e9 que era mas eu estava segura que ele tinha alguma coisa com aquela eu se como sentir uma coisa dessas ele me disse voc\u00ea n\u00e3o 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 prop\u00f4s ficar s\u00f3 com ela eu \u00e9 que n\u00e3o 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 tamb\u00e9m que a cara delaficou vermelha quando eu dei a ela o aviso de uma semana melhor ficar com elas os quartos eu fa\u00e7o de uma vez eu mesma mais depressa o diabo \u00e9 apenas a cozinha e jogar fora a sujeira de todos os modos pus nas m\u00e3os dele ou ela ou eu deixa a casa eu n\u00e3o 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 tamb\u00e9m porque ela sabia que ela estava na bem boa sim pois ele n\u00e3o podia talvez passar sem aquilo muito tempo assim ele deve fazer em algum lugar e na \u00faltima vez que ele foi no meu traseiro quando \u00e9 que foi na noite que Boylandeu aquele apert\u00e3o na minha m\u00e3o indo pela Tolka na minha m\u00e3o d\u00e1 um outro eu s\u00f3 fiz nas costas da dele assim com o meu polegar para dar o troco cantando a jovem lua de Maio est\u00e1 radiando amor pois ele tem uma implic\u00e2ncia com ele e eu ele n\u00e3o \u00e9 t\u00e3o bobo assim ele disse vou jantar fora e vou ao Gaiety mas eu n\u00e3o vou dar a ele essa satisfa\u00e7\u00e3o de modo nenhum Deus sabe can troca que n\u00e3o vou sempre e sempre usar o mesmo chap\u00e9u velho a n\u00e3o ser que eu pague algum rapaz bonit\u00e3o para fazer isso pois eu n\u00e3o posso fazer por mim mesma um rapaz jovem havia de gostar de mim eu ia encabular ele um pouco s\u00f3 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 \u00e9 pela cara deles fazendo aquela esfrega\u00e7\u00e3o insofrida na coisa a cada hora pergunta e resposta voc\u00ea fazia isso e bonitinho demais para um homem e ele era um pouco antes da gente ficar noivos embora ela n\u00e3o tivesse gostado muito no dia que eu estava em mar\u00e9 de rir \u00e1 toa que eu n\u00e3o podia parar a ponto de meus grampos ca\u00edrem um a um com o monte de cabelos que eu tinha voc\u00ea est\u00e1 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 n\u00f3s n\u00e3o tudo mas o bastante para deixar ela com \u00e1gua na boca mas isso n\u00e3o era culpa minha ela nunca mais deu as caras depois que a gente se casou eu gostava de saber como \u00e9 que ela est\u00e1 agora depois de estar vivendo com aquele boboca daquele marido dela ela estava com a cara para o puxado e para o ca\u00eddo a \u00faltima 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 p\u00f4r ele por baixo que \u00e9 que ela me contou oh sim que ele \u00e0s vezes costumava entrar na cama com as botinas enlameadas quando a doida d\u00e1 nele imagina pensarem ir pra cama com uma coisa assim que pode te matar a qualquer momento que homem tamb\u00e9m n\u00e3o \u00e9 s\u00f3 dessa maneira que se fica maluco Poldy de todos os modos no que quer que fa\u00e7a limpa sempre os p\u00f4s no capacho quando entra quer fa\u00e7a chuva quer sol e sempre lustra seus pr\u00f3prios sapatos tamb\u00e9m, e sempre tira o chap\u00e9u quando te encontra na rua e agora l\u00e1 vai ele nas suas tamancas para arranjar dez mil libras por um cart\u00e3o postal ee gh \u00e9s gag\u00e1 \u00d3 Querida do Cora\u00e7\u00e3o uma coisa assim ia ser de arrebentar de chatice de morte t\u00e3o burro de facto at\u00e9 pra tirar as botas agora que \u00e9 que se, pode fazer com um homem assim eu preferia morrer vinte vezes antes que casar com um outro do sexo dele \u00e9 claro que ele nunca que ia achar outra mulher como eu para aguentar como eu fa\u00e7o quem te ame que te compre e ele bem que sabe isso no fundo da alma dele \u00e9 olhar para essa senhora Maybrick que envenenou o marido porque \u00e9 o que me parece estava apaixonada por outro homem sim \u00e9 o que se descobriu pois que desgra\u00e7ada de miser\u00e1vel pra fazer uma coisa assim \u00e9 claro que certos homens podem ser tremendamente irritantes para te p\u00f4r maluca com sempre a pior palavra do mundo pois pra qu\u00ea que pedem a gente pra. casar se a gente fosse t\u00e3o m\u00e1 j\u00e1 que tudo d\u00e1 no mesmo sim porque eles n\u00e3o podem viver sem a gente ars\u00eanico branco \u00e9 oque ela p\u00f4s no ch\u00e1 do papel de moscas \u00e9 como isso se chama se eu perguntasse a ele ele ia me explicar que vem do grego o que deixa a gente t\u00e3o sabida quanto antes ela devia ter ficado louca de paix\u00e3o pelo outro sujeito pra se arriscar de ser enforcada oh ela n\u00e3o tratou de saber se isso era da natureza dela que \u00e9 que ela podia fazer al\u00e9m disso a gente n\u00e3o \u00e9 t\u00e3o bruto assim de pegar e enforcar uma mulher \u00e9 certo que n\u00e3o eles todos s\u00e3o t\u00e3o diferentes Boylan que falava da forma meu p\u00e9 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 p\u00e9 n\u00f3s dois a gente pediu dois ch\u00e1s e p\u00e3o simples com manteiga eu vi ele olhando com suas duas de solteironas de irm\u00e3s quando eu me levantei e perguntei \u00e0 mocinha onde \u00e9 que era pois que me importava com a pinga\u00e7\u00e3o em mim e aqueles cal\u00e7\u00f5es 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 t\u00e3o demorada que eu at\u00e9 esqueci minhas luvas de camur\u00e7a no assento atr\u00e1s que eu nunca recuperei por causa de alguma ladrona de mulher e ele que queria que eu anunciasse no Irish Times perdido no lavat\u00f3rio de senhoras da C P D rua Dame que machou favor devolver sra. Marion Bloom e eu vi os olhos dele nos meus p\u00e9s saindo pela porta girat\u00f3ria ele estava olhando quando eu olhei para tr\u00e1s e eu fui l\u00e1 para ch\u00e1 dois dias depois na esperan\u00e7a mas ele n\u00e3o 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 s\u00e3o muito apertados para andar minha m\u00e3o \u00e9 que \u00e9 bonita e tanto se eu ao menos tivesse um anel com uma pedra do meu m\u00eas uma gua-marinha bonita eu vou fazer ele espichar uma e um bracelete de ouro eu n\u00e3o gosto tanto dos meus p\u00e9s ainda assim eu fiz ele se babar uma vez com meus p\u00e9s na noite depois do atamancado do concerto do Goodwin estava t\u00e3o frio e ventoso que felizmente que a gente tinha aquele rum em casa pra esquentar e o fogo n\u00e3o 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 \u00e9 claro ele n\u00e3o \u00e9 como o resto do mundo que eu como \u00e9 que ele diz que eu podia dar nove pontos em dez a Ketty Lenner e ganhar dela que \u00e9 que isso quer dizer eu perguntei a ele eu esqueci o que ele disse porque o gajo da edi\u00e7\u00e3o extra passava e o homem de cabelos […]<\/p>\n
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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\u2019s 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 […]<\/p>\n
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Civiliza\u00e7\u00e3o Brasileira – tradu\u00e7\u00e3o de Ant\u00f4nio Houaiss Editora Objetiva – tradu\u00e7\u00e3o de Bernardina da Silveira Pinheiro Companhia das Letras – tradu\u00e7\u00e3o de Caetano Waldrigues Galindo James Joyce & Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o – Revista Scientia Traductionis – UFSC Os Ulisses de Joyce – Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o e Rea\u00e7\u00e3o V\u00eddeo Ulysses By James Joyce .01 Traduzir o \u201cUlysses\u201d, por Caetano Waldrigues Galindo A Nova Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o de Ulysses, de James Joyce Ulisses, de James Joyce, com as \u00faltimas 50 p\u00e1ginas sem pontua\u00e7\u00e3o Ulisses James Joyce Tradu\u00e7\u00e3o de Antonio Houaiss 2\u00aa edi\u00e7\u00e3o Difel \u2013 Difus\u00e3o Editorial By Civiliza\u00e7\u00e3o Brasileira S. A. e Ant\u00f3nio Houaiss 1983 p\u00e1gina 771 Sim porque ele nunca fez uma coisa como essa antes como pedir pra ter seu desjejum na cama com um … Continue lendo “Ulisses, de James Joyce, sem pontua\u00e7\u00e3o”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1055,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_lmt_disableupdate":"no","_lmt_disable":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2330","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ufrgs.br\/psicoeduc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2330","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ufrgs.br\/psicoeduc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ufrgs.br\/psicoeduc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ufrgs.br\/psicoeduc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ufrgs.br\/psicoeduc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2330"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.ufrgs.br\/psicoeduc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2330\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2691,"href":"https:\/\/www.ufrgs.br\/psicoeduc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2330\/revisions\/2691"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ufrgs.br\/psicoeduc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1055"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ufrgs.br\/psicoeduc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2330"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nhttp:\/\/www.objetiva.com.br\/livro_ficha.php?id=656<\/a><\/p>\n
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