#ESTHETIC ... DEVASTATION

[aliceisaperson]

The fact that Jesus Christ Super Star is not one of tumblr’s darling musicals is devastating to me cause I love that musical, Especially the movie. It has nuclear levels of gay subtext, the most aggressively 70s esthetic ever, some of the most needlessly difficult and challenging vocals in all of musical theatre, and its camp as hell.

Judas hangs himself and the next scene he’s in after he’s dead he descends from the sky holding onto a massive cross that’s attached to a huge crane and he’s dressed like THIS, and the background dancers are dressed like THAT.

How do people not constantly talk about this musical it’s insane and amazing.

[bludafallinangel]

My love for people has dwindled , and more so, my love for life. The last time I've felt pure joy or happiness was ..... It wasn't always like this, you know. Anyway none of it matters because with humans we always want what we wish we had but in my case , I'm not even sure what it is that i truly want or what's missing. No spiritually inclined being has occurred or metaphysical, no word from a God or no sudden force of even divine hope.

Choas, i certainly don't need or any devastating news , just..... it's fair to say that even God's esthetics and even ancestors have dispointed me. All in all, fairness isn't that life ?

[tenshiharmonia]

Bayonetta Recap - Part 2

        I - Characters

    A - Humans

Máni, Umbran warlock

- Contracted demon : Baphomet (see below)

- Weapons : "The Sound of Silence" (a set of four guns : "Touch", "Disturb", "Echo" and "Whisper") ; "Lionheart" (a demonic sword, powered by the hell-twisted soul of a warmongering king) ; "Fenris" (Máni's equivalent to Durga and Undine*, a set of elemental, claw-like weapons imbued with the devastating powers of the twin demon wolves Sköll and Hati (see below)) ; "Incubus" (a whip, powered by the infernal essence of Lust ; it won’t leave the enemy indifferent... :3 ) ; a chainsaw (I don’t know about its name yet, but unlike Salamandra from the second game, this one would be wielded two-handedly, like an actual chainsaw)

* Note that while I conceive most of his weapons as parallels to Bayonetta’s own arsenal, they would not be simple palette swaps like Jeanne’s. They would all have their own design and specificities. Heck, I don’t really like how most of Jeanne’s weapons are merely recolours of Cereza’s, so if this was an actual game, I would probably give her her own arsenal too...

- Animal forms : Lion ; Vulture ; Honey Bee* ; (moray ?) Eel

* I know that, technically speaking, bees are mostly females, but a) this is a magical transformation so it doesn’t have to make sense, b) it would actually make for an interesting commentary on Máni’s position as a male member of a predominantly feminine clan, and c) the prospect of my Umbra boy turning into an adorably fluffy swarm of bees overrules any objection you might have anyway. :p

- I ultimately chose to name him after the Scandinavian god of the Moon. Since a lot of things and characters in the Bayonetta universe are named in reference to Norse mythology, one of the few pantheons in the world where the personification of the Moon is traditionally regarded as male, it was too much of a perfect fit for me to not name my Umbra boy as such.

- Messy and rather short black hair (I considered giving him some kind of fluffy ponytail, or maybe a Keith-like mullet, but I’m not sure) ; eyes of gold

- Physically, I imagine him as a reasonably fit and manly kind of guy. I think that the technical term for what I would like him to look like is a twunk. :3 Not too buff, but not a femboy either. Not that I dislike curvaceous men, but I feel like making him too feminine would kind of betray the point of a male Umbra Witch, if that makes any sense.

- Of course, he would still fight with all the flamboyance and sensuality of a proud inheritor of the Umbra will. :3

- In terms of clothes, he would obviously be wearing the same kind of skin-tight catsuit as Bayo and Jeanne, but I must admit that I don’t really have any idea regarding the details. Colour-wise, I think that he would stick to black leather (well, Umbra Witches’ clothes are technically made of hair, but you catch my drift) with gold accents and ornaments. It may not be particularly original, but I love how it looks. All in all, I kind of imagine him wearing an outfit similar to the one that Chat Noir wears in Miraculous Ladybug. It’s just a mental placeholder, of course, but I guess that it at least gives you a point of reference...

- Speaking of Chat Noir though, I must say that I really like the idea of the collar bell. I could definitely picture Máni wearing something similar. I like to think that his esthetic would be a little more punkish than Cereza’s, so maybe he could even have the bell attached to a spiked collar. It would certainly make for an amusing contrast between ferocious and adorable... I don’t know if I’ll actually commit to the idea - as far as imagination goes, that is -, but I thought it was worth mentioning. I mean, it would certainly fit his character as I envision it. He is a (big) cat boy, after all. (Then again, it would probably not work so well when he transforms into a lion, since the collar and the bell would basically be swallowed by the fluff of his mane. Admittedly though, nobody said that he would have to wear them in all his forms...)

- At the very least, I’d like him to wear a pair of fingerless leather gloves. With sharp and impeccably manicured (and maybe even painted) claw-like nails. I mean, it’s not because I said that I don’t want him to come off as too feminine that he cannot take care of himself. :p (I’m still on the fence about the guyliner, though. I love it in theory, but I’m not sure it would actually suit him all that much...)

- In addition to the gloves, he would probably also wear spiked bracelets, in accordance with the aforementioned punk esthetic...

- At this point, I’m starting to wonder if I might be subconsciously trying to make him look like (the) Rum Tum Tugger, and now that I’m saying it out loud, I could totally see Máni being a fan of Cats (the musical), having some "I don't know if I want to be him or date him" kind of crush on the Curious Cat. (Apollonia, meanwhile, would probably have a soft spot for the ballet cats, Victoria and Mistoffelees... What am I saying, "probably" ? We all know that her brother made her watch the play at least once. And having quite an appreciation for music, there is no doubt that she liked it too...)

- Is always wearing a pair of sunglasses atop his head but rarely uses them for their intended purpose

- I also reserve the right to give him a boob window and pierced nipples... :3

- Friendly and carefree, he’s got quite a sunny disposition for someone who is an accomplished practitioner of the dark arts

- Has a big fondness for animals. He is the kind of guy who will say "hi !" to every cat and dog that he meets on the street. And most of the time, they will actually answer him. In fact, I was toying with the idea that he could genuinely possess the ability to talk to animals. Since his main animal form is a lion, the "king of the beasts", it would be quite fitting. I’m still on the fence about it, but it could easily be something that Baphomet taught him (although I must admit that I find the idea of it just being some sort of innate power of his that nobody - Baphomet included - has any actual explanation for to be infinitely amusing XD ).

- When he is not busy carrying out his Umbran duties or partaking in Glitnir’s management, he works as a veterinarian, taking care of the town’s cattle and other animal residents (I mean, if Bayonetta can be a nun and Jeanne a school teacher, why couldn’t he have a side job too ? :p ).

- Unlike his sister, who is a pretty cautious tactician, he is more of a "hype man" type of leader. To quote a comment I read somewhere, he is the kind of guy who can rile up his crew into thinking that a 50 versus 100 is winnable and then actually have the balls to pull it off. He may not be as sharp as Apollonia, but he is still a pretty resourceful lad...

- He would definitely have a leather harness with a spiked speedo as one of his alternative costumes. I mean, considering what the developers of the games already got away with, you cannot really tell me it would be too inappropriate. XD Besides, I’m pretty sure that I once saw such a harness that had its straps arranged to form a pentagram. Since the five-pointed star - inverted or not - is a big part of Baphomet’s iconography, it would be all the more fitting. :3

- If this was an actual Bayonetta game, I like to think that he would be the third playable character. Bayonetta 1 had Bayo, Jeanne and Zero ; Bayonetta 2 had Bayo, Jeanne and Rosa ; well, this hypothetical game (let’s call it Bayonetta 69, just for the LOLs*) would have Bayo, Jeanne and Máni. Unlike the first two games though, I’d like for each of the three characters to have their own, individual campaign. Of course, similarly to a Sonic Adventure game, the three stories would actually be interconnected, forming one big narrative, and the player would have to complete all three of them to get the whole picture (and maybe unlock the final part of the plot). I mean, this is not an actual game, so I can be as ambitious as I want. :p Also, I think that his personal quirk – like Jeanne’s more powerful but more difficult to execute Witch Time – would be related to his Wicked Weaves, to emphasis once again the bond between his demons and him, but I must admit that I don’t have a good enough mastery of the gameplay to suggest something that would actually be of interest...

* Funnily enough, the shape of the number sixty-nine also brings to mind the image of the yin-yang symbol, which is actually quite fitting since Máni and Apollonia’s story is all about the balance between the contrasting forces of light and darkness...

- As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I was toying with the idea of giving him a demon boyfriend. I’m still on the fence about it, but I have a big soft spot for this kind of otherworldly relationship, so I’d be quite tempted to actually take the plunge and incorporate the idea in the narrative. Either way, I wanted to at least bring up the possibility, just in case... :3

- Like Cereza, he is also a pretty skilled pole dancer

Apollonia, Priestess of Lumen

- Weapons : a long and narrow, rapier-like sword

- Animal forms : (arctic ?) Fox

- As you can tell, I named her after Apollo, the Greek god of light, arts and healing. Really, I think that her character resonates quite well with a lot of Apollo’s attributes, so it wasn’t a hard pick. Besides, if Máni’s name references the Moon, it only makes sense for Apollonia’s to reference the Sun, and being named after gods from two different mythologies allows the solar/lunar duality to be a little less in-your-face. All in all, one would say that it was quite an enlightened choice :3 (sorry, I couldn't help myself).

- Long and wavy golden hair ; purple eyes (in reference to the last line of Arthur Rimbaud's poem Vowels : "Omega, O, the violet brilliance of Those eyes"*)

* Translation by George J. Dance (2015). The original line is : "O l'Oméga, rayon violet de Ses yeux". It's never been confirmed, but the way Rimbaud capitalized the word "Ses" (which can mean either "his" or "her", depending on the context) has led many critics to infer that he was indeed talking about God's very eyes, although some have suggested that he was merely referring to the purplish pupils of some woman. Of course, nobody ever said that the two were incompatible. :3 My Lumen girl may not be a goddess, but still, I thought it would make for a neat reference. Besides, violet eyes and golden hair make for a lovely contrast.

- She is an infallibly poised and affable soul, always carrying herself with a radiant sense of grace and courtesy

- More cunning and cynical than her brother, she is the one with the vision. While Máni carries out most of the field work, it’s Apollonia who is the main driving force of the plan... whatever it might be.

- She is the kind of person who constantly feels the need to shoulder all the misery in the world. She is a nurturing soul and genuinely means well, so you won’t find an ounce of condescension in the way she acts, but she does have the tendency to assume that she knows better. She is perfectly willing to dirty her hands and hurt those she cares about (emotionally, that is) if she is positively convinced that it is for their own greater good, in a "I know that you don't like it, but trust me : when all is said and done, you'll realize that it was for the best..." kind of way.

- Her magical abilities include healing and illusions (in reference to the kitsune of Japanese folklore, since her main animal form is a fox). Actually, I really like the idea of the leader of an antagonistic faction not being the most powerful member of the group but having amazing support skills. Of course, Apollonia is no slouch either on the battlefield, but it’s when she is assisting another fighter that she really shines. Don’t underestimate her, though : when fighting alone - or at least as alone as an angel-summoning Sage can be -, the sharpness of her wits (and of her blade) more than makes up for what she lacks in raw power...

- Has a deep passion for music. Before the Clan War, she was even tasked with writing and composing the sacred hymns that the Sages would use, both in their spiritual training and in their everyday life.

- In her spare time, she conducts a literal choir of Applauds and Affinities. They have surprisingly (or unsurprisingly, depending on your point of view*) melodious voices.

* I mean, they are basically bird angels, two things that are actually quite renowned for their beautiful singing...

- She also has at her disposal her own heavenly orchestra, in case she suddenly needs to break into a musical number. Angels are the "instruments" of God, after all. :p (Seriously though, I really like to imagine that most of the themes associated with her would indeed be diegetically performed by her personal orchestra of angels. Also, since the Laguna are known to attack Bayo with all kinds of magical instruments, it would be quite funny if said orchestra were not only providing the music for the battle, but also supporting Apollonia during her fight(s) against the Witch, shooting all sorts of laser beams and energy balls at Cereza while she is busy dodging the Sage’s holy blade. That would certainly make for quite a hectic battle. XD )

- She also regularly graces the stage of Glitnir’s opera house with her presence. The way I envision it, it’s actually her dream to work as an opera singer. But since she’s been pretty busy for the last five hundred years, looking after the town and plotting whatever grand design she had in mind for the future of the universe, she didn’t really get to devote herself to it more than as a hobby. After all is said and done, I like to think that she’ll actually embrace it as a genuine side job (I mean, she’d still have the town and her duties as a Lumen Sage to take care of, but her heart and mind would certainly be much lighter after the events of the game). Also, I like to imagine that one of the game’s chapters would involve Bayo crashing one of her recitals...

- Not unlike another angel-related music lover, I like to think that her favourite music piece would be Beethoven’s "Ode to Joy" (from the fourth movement of his ninth Symphony*). Which is actually quite funny, considering that she has a Joy angel as one of her heavenly friends. I don’t really know what to do of this coincidence, but I thought it was worth mentioning...

* I must admit, even though I know it’s not its actual name, I kind of prefer how we usually refer to it as in French : "l'Hymne à la Joie", "the Hymn - or Anthem - to Joy". I feel like it better encapsulates the sublimity of the piece...

- In contrast to her brother’s passion for animals, she also has a liking for botany. Naturally, she loves to sing to her flowers.

- To keep with the trend of Bayonetta characters often including some kinds of glasses or goggles in their designs (as I did with her brother and his shades), she is often seen carrying a pair of elegant opera glasses. You know, those fancy binoculars attached to a stick. It would certainly suits her penchant for theatrics, on top of being an amusing twist on the aforementioned trend.

- Clothing-wise, she certainly has a wardrobe worthy of a Lumen Sage, favouring flowing and immaculate gowns with gold accents. I’m not sure if that makes much sense, but I would like to describe her style as "opulently simple". She doesn’t wear a lot of accessories, but the way she dresses gives off an air of loftiness and sophistication that really highlights her gracious bearing.

- She also has at her disposal her own angelic tailor. All in all, she actually has quite an extensive wardrobe. I wouldn’t really call her "fashionable", though. At least not in the way Cereza and Jeanne might be. It has more to do with the way she sees the world as a stage, so naturally, she likes to dress the part.

- I also like to think that most of her clothes would include parts cut in some sort of translucent and glittering tulle-like fabric. A bit like the Pearls in Steven Universe, if you see what I mean, but a tad sparklier...

- She also has a noticeable affinity for shawls and stoles. I mean, she is essentially a bishop, so it would make sense, but I was mainly thinking of the kind of stole that you wrap around your arms and let gracefully hang in your back and on your sides (I don’t really know how to describe what I have in mind, so don’t hesitate to tell me if it’s not clear enough).

- Note that the two previous points can overlap

- It’s rarer, but she also likes the combo pants plus frilled shirt. (I don’t know what they are called, but I’m talking about those flared pants that always look like they were freshly ironed. They are usually worn high with large, obi-like belts...)

- I also like to think that when she feels particularly extra, she dons a similar headgear to the one that adorns the Lumen Sage statues that guard the interdimensional portals scattered across Vigrid : a gold ornament shaped like a radiant sun, attached at the back of her head like a divine halo (I did say "when she feels particularly extra" XD ). She probably ties her hair into a bun when donning this kind of ornament.

- Since I don’t know if the peacock esthetic that Balder has going on is a common trend among Lumen Sages or something that is exclusive to him, I’ll probably refrain from including it in my Lumen girl’s design, but it’s quite a shame, because I love peacock feathers. Still, if Balder is any indication, Sages seem to use feathers to channel their magic, the same way Witches use their hair. So even if I don’t want Apollonia’s esthetic to be a simple imitation of Balder’s, I should probably think of a substitute. It’s quite hard to come up with something as exquisite and visually distinct as peacock feathers, though. I mean, there is a lot of magnificent birds, but when you look at their feathers individually, it’s quite a different story. I was actually thinking maybe superb lyrebird feathers - it would certainly fit Apollonia’s character -, but I must admit that I have quite a hard time imagining those feathers being used the same way as Balder’s...

[architectuul]

FOMA 46: (Re)Building A City – Building A Society

Marija Mano Velevska and Slobodan Velevski are presenting five Forgotten Masterpieces in Skopje. Modern architecture has flourished and made great impact on the city of Skopje and Macedonia for decades following a devastating earthquake in 1963 – leading to what has become generally accepted position of Skopje as the capital of Brutalist architecture.

Telecommunication Center in Skopje by Janko Konstantinov | Photo unknown

An enormous effort (with generous involvement of local and foreign aid) in rebuilding the housing fund introduced the highest standards in residential domain applicable even today. Alongside re-forming the everyday life, numerous architecture masterpieces were built for the purpose of housing the public life and the official institutions thus marking the very nature and the character of the society (at the time, a socialist republic in the Yugoslav federation). 

For this occasion, we have selected five distinctive architectures erected in the post-earthquake period, designed by local architects as well as architects from other Yugoslav republics, various in program as much as in their formal and spatial articulation: National Hydrometeorological Service (1972) by Krsto Todorovski and Telecomunication Center (1972-1981) by Janko Konstantinov – devoted to science and the state of the arts technology; Macedonian Opera and Ballet (completed 1979) by the Slovenian architecture office Biro71 – part of a project for cultural center; Ss Cyril and Methodius University Campus (1970-1974) by Marko Mušič – putting the higher education among the highest public imperatives; and City archive (1966-1968) by Georgi Konstantinovski – to treasure and govern the memory of the city.

Telecommunication Center in Skopje by Janko Konstantinov | Photo unknown

Main Post Office Hall in the past. | Photo by Divna Penčić

Clear distinction of the office building and the main hall is united through the expressive sculpturality in concrete. The spectacular space of the main hall as once popular for telephone and postal services is not gone even after the fire in 2013 that destroyed beautiful murals and furniture, leaving the bare concrete structure. The space below the dome together with the space between the buildings that create this assemblage synchronize the fluidity of public terrain in and out of the building.  

Main Post Office Hall - current condition. | Photo by Georgi Licovski 

National Hydrometeorological Service Building. | Photo Blagoja Bajkovski 

What appears as robust and imposing structure reappears in almost domestical working space inside. The architecture of this building is constructed of many fragmented pocket spaces that combine functionality with the idea of inner public rooms. The generosity of the inner space proved suitable also as a setting for this year Biennale of Young Artists.

Entrance hall of the National Hydrological Building. | Photo Angelika Apsis

Plan for Cultural Center by Biro 71 | Source: Bajkovski, B. (2020). Operative Atlas of Skopje Brutalism_Graphic Biography of 15 Architectures, Unpublished PHD dissertation, Department of Architecture and Territory (dArTe), Mediterranea University of Reggio Calabria)

Macedonian Opera and Ballet - exterior. | Photo Unknown author

Macedonian Opera and Ballet - interior. | Photo Blagoja Bajkovski

The peculiar topography of the building extends and complements the plateau overlooking the riverbank (recently notoriously transformed and thus lost beyond redemption). The ‘icebergs’ of splintering architectural masses integrate public plaza with inner intimate spaces, thus interplaying outside and inside, allowing free flow of the publicness.

Ss Cyril and Methodius University Campus, aerial view. | Photo Blagoja Bajkovski

Ss Cyril and Methodius University Campus. | Photo Boris Jurumovski

The megastructure in a Metabolist manner stems from the main open square through inner aulas to the smallest cell. In that way the public space is becoming single element that transgress the boundaries of the buildings functionally creating one autonomous machine for education.

Skopje City Archive. | Photo unknown author

Skopje City Archive - entrance Hall. | Photo Aleksandar Zatkovski

Skopje City Archive - interior. | Photo Marija Mano Velevska

Monumental axial composition of two programmatically and volumetrically distinctive parts speaks for the importance of the institution, whereas its scale and materiality provide rather intimate atmospheres inside, offering unique visual and tactile perceptions.

In these remarkable architectures we recognize the standpoint amidst devastation that is both bold and progressive. The architectural credo ‘only sky is the limit’ became societal goal and the exceptional and unprecedented architectures defined the territory of the city as ‘a brave new world’. Not only the city of Skopje but the whole society had undergone massive transformations that established its trajectory of growth and progress. 

These examples not only meet the institutional and state demands, but also are expressed in a variety of forms and compositions that emanate an emblematic if not monumental image, while at the same time embrace the publicness in different ways and manners. Despite the institutional and representational values, we find the architecture of these buildings esthetically abundant and socially generous. 

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FOMA 46: Marija Mano Velevska and Slobodan Velevski

Marija Mano Velevska (1977) and Slobodan Velevski (1976) are associate professors at the Faculty of Architecture, University Ss. Cyril and Methodius, in Skopje, where Marija teaches courses in Architectural design, while Slobodan teaches Urban design. Together, they lead master design studio in architectural-urbanism entitled Growth 2.0 (previously Patterns of Growth). In 2018 they curate the Macedonian national pavilion at the 16th International Architecture Exhibition – la Biennale di Venezia with the project Freeingspace, which reflects on the fragmentary nature of contemporary city and sees the concept of freedom as embedded in the multitude of current socio-spatial and political realities. The exhibited projects include collaboration with several young architectural groups on a design task for the city of Skopje dealing with the transformations that Modern architecture legacy from the socialist period has undergone in the neoliberal economy. They are also authors and editors of several publications including Conversations (2010) comprised of interviews with eminent architects and educators (such as Elia Zenghelis, Alexander Brodsky, Neil Leach, Carlo Ratti, and Dietmar Steiner among others), and design studio series ‘Patterns of Growth’/’Growth 2.0’ with the books: Microcity (2016), Residual Form (2017), Un-natural Ecologies (2018), Freeingspace (2019), and Narratives (2020).

[bara-laika]

Commenting on Maleigh again.

> Or am I mixing up my shithole castles?

Yes, Millicent's arm is from there. It's even in the description: "When Maleigh Marais, Lord of the Shaded Castle, embraced this prosthesis, he claimed to feel the presence of his personal goddess". It's probably Malenia's old arm.

I wonder if he just kept that arm, or did something with it too. This is more of a headcanon, but like, imagine him saving himself for his Goddess only and using her metallic hand to touch himself, closing his eyes and pretending that it's her.

> Throw the heiresses to Malenia's rot back into the plague born of the same womb

That sentence sounds so esthetically beautiful but the action described in it is horrific.

I like how the servant and Finlay think that throwing infants in the swamp is better than leaving them with their father. Doesn't that sound like a death sentence? Or is that servant like "I can't murder infants with my own hands, but, first, they're rape babies so it would be better if they didn't exist, and, second, letting them stay here is also terrible, so I'll throw them in the rot since it's where they belong to and since nobody in their right mind would follow me to Caelid. If they die there then they die. They'll die before developing proper consciousness and won't have to suffer what their father might try to put them through. If they live, well, the pests there already worship their Goddess as a mother of abandoned children, these kids will fit among them"?

Damn, now I've developed a brainrot (the daughters line awoke something in me) and I'm thinking about a fic about Alternative Universe where something like that indeed happened, but that servant didn't take all of them away. I mean, there are 5 kids and only two feeble servant hands that aren't used to carrying a bunch of babies while trying to sneak out of a guarded castle.

(The castle was guarded at that time, I believe. I don't think the castle was *always* a wreck. It just got especially fucked by the bell-bearing hunter who refused to get executed and decided to steal the sword of house Marais, which happened way later. The poison was probably there all that time, but other than that it was a semi-normal noble castle).

So, that servant saves 4 children out 5.

Maleigh is devastated by the loss of his Goddes, but copes with turning all of his attention into raising his remaining daughter — Millicent (I'm, of course, picking this poor girl to torment, because she canonically resembles Malenia the most, she overall gets more characterizations than her sisters and even in canon her father (adoptive one) constantly compares her to her mother).

Will you be okay if I try writing something like a sequel to "Sick of body and mind" in this direction? A "what if" of some sorts?

I've never written a fic, especially in English (English isn't my first language, Russian is), so I can't say how long will it take and how good it will be.

Anon, I would be honoured if you wrote a fic! Please play with these ideas, I’m working from the thoughts of others and live for the collaborative process. Please feel free to pop it on AO3 and associate it with the fic itself (I think there’s a way to do that?). As for your language, I genuinely couldn’t tell English was your second language. Give yourself some credit. :)

All I ask is that Millicent is an adult, if the fic is to be linked to me. Underage is a hard line in the sand for me, but I reason this in-universe as ‘even evil has standards’, including weirdos like Maleigh. There’s no point in risking the injury and ill health of his one precious, remaining daughter, after all— if she is to bear him children, she must be able to handle it both physically and mentally.

As for the servant, the longer answer is more what I was going for! We are on the same wavelength. :)

Happy writing, friend, I hope you come up with something fulfilling to create. 🖤

[ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is]

Hi, would you mind helping me? I type as istp and now I’m doubting that high Ti. I dont see myself as rational /logical nor naturally confident. I have a rich emotional life and it’s not easy for me to ignore it, quite the opposite, my feelings lead me, distract me from work etc. I often go in directions that are impractical and then I feel helpless. I was thinking of low Te as I’m either undisciplined or I can go for a total discipline, not wasting single 10 minutes of a day. So even tho I’m pretty chaotic, I’m not a born winger.

I think my main traits are being quiet but very open minded and adventurous. I dont mind taking a difficult path if I want something, I have more of a “nothing is impossible” attitude. Getting something I want is way more important for me than being practical and doing what makes sense, and I hate waiting for a more reasonable time.

The thing Ive always struggled with the most is my indecision and related impulsiveness. And I guess, a lack of trust in the process-eg when I dont know what’s my calling and career, I dont lean back and wait but I try to figure it out now, which brings even more pain. I can end up thinking of my future every day, trying to plan the next months. Needless to say, I switched my major a couple of times and I was never able to fully put myself into what I was doing: i was always studying things aside, preparing myself for another path, etc. Fear of not living up to my potential and of being stuck with something I hate is what I can see in there for now. Under this kind of stress I start being unstable, changing my mind every day, and I’d wish someone else told me what to do. That goes hand in hand with my tendency to fall in love fast and frequently and then be genuinely devastated, and then fall for someone else the next day, etc.

I dont like to debate as I see most debates as useless and idc about what others think. I’m also pretty ok with not knowing a lot of things and tbh I haven’t formed an opinion on many things, esp those I personally haven’t come across. I’m not judgmental, but I have a very nuanced map of what I like and dont like in ppl or in environment (it’s mostly esthetic) - but these are just my preferences, i dont think what I like is necessary “good”.

No desire to push social boundaries, I dont have a goofy/cool facade. I think I have good people skills, I’m a good observer of body language, I like being personal w my friends and discuss deep or emotional topics… Also I have difficulty to process larger amounts of info (If I dont organize my thoughts, it’s difficult to quickly say what a book I just read was about) - but organizing info should be a T process? So tldr, I dont get 1) my openess when Ti is a judging function - shouldn’t my problem be having rather a opinionated vision? 2) my emotional openess. I hope I have some useful info in there. Thanks a lot for your time, much appreciated !

Hi anon,

I’d be fascinated to know how you came to ISTP because most of this actively points away from high Ti!

I think most people have a rich emotional life but a lot of thinkers are better able to push it aside as needed, so my initial guess is that you are more likely a feeler if it distracts you. The part about working in bursts (wasting lots of time sometimes vs. being extremely productive) as well as being impractical are both very characteristic of high Ne users, but at the very least point to perceiving over judging (ie, high Ne or Se; the impractical paths are what specifically leads me to Ne).

“Getting something I want is more important than being practical” definitely sounds like high Ne or Se, again more likely Ne, and definitely no high Te. Indecision and impulsiveness are also very much high extroverted perceiving.

The lack of interest in debate and not caring what others think much fits with Fi; there are plenty of ISTPs who are pretty big loners and the really hardcore “debate me all the time” tends to be more likely in extroverts or intuitives with high Ti, but again, the emotional nature and the lack of pragmatism point away from Ti and Se. The disinterest in pushing boundaries and being okay with a lack of knowledge also is very much not Ti.

High Fi users often have pretty good people skills, as they are people-oriented, and are interested in being open and authentic with their emotions and in talking to friends.

I can’t tell if you have high Ne or Se. The body language reading and the fact that you initially thought you were an Se user hold weight, but the lack of pragmatism and extreme indecision point more towards Ne. I'd take a look at both as you consider Fi dom.

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The Consequences of Jean Paul and Food For Thought, an excerpt from Aurora's Feather: The Queer Decoding of The Sign of Four.

"Some things should not be hidden behind glass. They were made to be touched."

    “How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of nature! Are you well up in your Jean Paul?"

"Fairly so. I worked back to him through Carlyle."

"That was like following the brook to the parent lake. He makes one curious but profound remark. It is that the chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness. It argues, you see, a power of comparison and of appreciation which is in itself a proof of nobility. There is much food for thought in Richter.”

Now, this was odd. Jean Paul Richter never became friends with Von Goethe, who disliked some of his literary methods. Goethe even dubbed him 'A Chinese in Rome' due to his perceived overuse of Orientalism in his writings..."but in Weimar, as elsewhere, his remarkable conversational powers and his genial manners made him a favorite in general society.”  Carlyle liked him.

Goethe spoke often of, especially in his play about striving and strife, itself, but so had other Romantics, so why use a quote from another author, already so close to the thoughts of the original muse it seems ACD has been using so far, especially if Goethe didn’t even like the guy?

You know something I have finally picked up on, is when having to look into historical figures, there is the official version...and then there is the rest that gets left out, which is a theme that seems to be peeking out from this story; that of an incomplete tale, searching for wholeness; the same theme that was used in BBC Sherlock.

Enter Warm Brothers: Queer Theory In The Age of Goethe by Robert Tobin, which contributed to most of the following information.

                Jean Paul

Johann Paul Friedrich Richter at one point changed his name from it’s more German sound to Jean Paul, which was French and what German society considered effeminate.

While most Romantic novelists wrote in the positive about Marriage, he usually wrote the experience as a negative; a deadly trap.

When he decide to marry, J.P. was quoted as saying “what he wanted was a woman to cook for him”.

18th century blurred the lines between homosexuality and heterosexuality. A person could have several ‘friends’ of different sexes, but could only love one person. Under the guise of friendship, people could say and write things that sound incredibly queer. Some men did not want their spouses to know about their letters, but others who were more pro-feminine, shared their lifestyle with their wives.

He coined the term “love of friends” used as a term among German homosexuals in the 20th century.

Jean was upset with the Christian faith, in part because he could not engage in health, fun horseplay with his male friends.

He once wrote to a friend, "Love must have something physical, a twig, down to which it flies. Send me a twig!” 

   (Seriously, these German dudes are killing me!)

Jean Paul is...or should be...considered an important voice in Love, Romance, and Homosexuality in German literature.

His novel Siebenkas is about Same Sex Desire, Orientalism, and a Love Triangle. From Transcendental Masturbators: Jean Paul's Siebenkas:

"Siebenkäs found Jean Paul leveling a more general critique at the Romantics and at Fichtean Idealism. This novel has been called “the first German marriage novel.” It appeared at a time in which the theory of marriage and the theory of self-consciousness were curiously intertwined. Jean Paul's critique of philosophical language threatened the self-understanding of German Idealism, construing it as a radicalization rather than a partial repudiation of the Enlightenment. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Wahlverwandtschaften showed that a married couple has sex while committing imaginary adultery. The erotics in the Wahlverwandtschafte imagined the four partners (real and imaginary) in four different sexual arrangements."

  Orientalism

The Orient had a reputation of an ‘excess of intercourse’ and that it ‘exuded dangerous sex’. It is probably not a coincidence that increase in colonization to parts of the Orient run parallel to the popularity of it’s ‘Sexual Exoticism’ in widespread European literature. Germany reinforced cliches about Sex and the Orient, codified and promoted them in literature and philosophy.

The 19th century British explorer Richard Burton mapped out what he called the SOTADIC ZONE; an area outside of Europe that seemed more prevalent to Homosexuality and Pederasty. (For Burton, pederasty and homosexuality were "geographical and climatic, not racial," meaning it could be found in all the red bits.)

The countries included Morocco, Tahiti, Siam, the West Indies, Northwest America, India, Arabia, Algiers, Egypt, Turkey, China, Siberia, Italy, Constantinople and more within this zone.

Many Europeans, including Wilde, regarded North Africa as ‘a playground full of potential partners’. Italy was well known for its male prostitutes. Hans Christian Anderson was quite ‘distracted’ by them.

Goethe penned an Orientalist novel The East-Western Divan. It turns out that among Goethe’s many interests, it included Eastern Religion and Literature. In an amenable nod to Jean Paul, he stated that “A man who has 'penetrated' the breadth, height, and depth of the Orient, will find that no author had approached the Eastern poets and other authors more than Jean Paul.”

From Holmes quoting Jean Paul, if one were to assume that he wasn't merely referring to Paul's general philosophies, but his other 'foods for thought', then that would have to point to the German novelist being an advent for same sex male friendship AND desire, his use of Orientalism, in Paul's case, BOTH of very close male-male friendships, and Exotic male bodies. He wrote novels, poetry, and papers on the subject, particularly about the acceptance of close male friendships, be they homo-social, homosexual, or otherwise.

(Incidentally, the story within the story of Small, and his exotic adventures...where is it set, again?)

"In response to an ongoing public feud between a local Gay poet and a known homophobe, Goethe took up the cause of homosexuality when it was under massive attack. The attacks had begun in earnest in 1807, not only in response to Goethe’s championing of Winkelmann in his essay of 1805, but in a politically charged campaign against the supposedly treasonous Homosexual Johannes Muller...the attacks on Muller, one of the most celebrated historians of his day, were venomous, for the first time, bringing Nationalism to bear on the interpretation of Homosexuality (at the same time, incidentally, when anti-semitism took on a particularly modern virulence)”

“Man, esthetically is after all much more beautiful, superior, more complete than woman. Once it had arisen, such a feeling then can veer off easily into the animalistic, brutishly physical. Pedarastry is as old as Humanity, and we can therefore say that it is found In nature, even as it is AGAINST nature.”

At this point in the meta, I was almost finished, and had saved Jean Paul for one of the last pieces. I almost stopped here, but I kept having a thought: WHAT IF 'FOOD FOR THOUGHT' REFERRED TO SOMETHING ELSE? A POEM OR OTHER BOOK BY PAUL?

From Amazon: "Life of Jean Paul F. Richter Volume 2", by Eliza Buckminster Lee and William Howitt, is a replication of a book originally published before 1845. It has been restored by human beings, page by page, so that you may enjoy it in a form as close to the original as possible."

This book includes a quote, from a critic, on a piece of work:

Only...the critic above was not speaking about Jean Paul, but Fredrich Schiller, and his highly praised piece of work,

The Philosophical and Aesthetic Letter and Essays of Schiller.

 Johann Christoph Friedrich Schiller (1759–1805) is best known for his immense influence on German literature. In his relatively short life, he authored an extraordinary series of dramas, including The Robbers, Maria Stuart, and the trilogy Wallenstein. He was also a prodigious poet, composing perhaps most famously the “Ode to Joy” featured in the culmination of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony and enshrined, some two centuries later, in the European Hymn.[1] In part through his celebrated friendship with Goethe, he edited epoch-defining literary journals and exerted lasting influence on German stage production. He is sometimes referred to as the German Shakespeare; his are still among the most widely produced German plays both in Germany and internationally.

In addition to his literary accomplishments, Schiller was a formidable philosophical thinker. Between 1791 and 1796, he authored a range of theoretical works that are both sophisticated and original. These writings primarily concern aesthetics, but they stake out notable positions on ethics, metaphysics, ontology, and political theory as well. Together, his essays helped shape one of the most prolific periods of German philosophizing; since then, they have served as a significant source of philosophical insight from an aesthetic practitioner of the highest standing.

"As we shall see, Schiller’s solution to Kant’s belief that morality can only be achieved by negating man’s negative sensuous impulses, is to educate the emotions of man, in order to bring them into harmony with reason. For Schiller, a human being who has achieved such harmony, by transforming his selfish, infantile erotic emotions into agape of truth, justice, and beauty, is a “beautiful soul.” Moreover, since only such a person is truly free, durable political freedom can only be achieved by deliberately fostering such an aesthetical education of man’s emotions among the population. Because Schiller’s writings are such a devastating critique of the philosophical basis for continuing oligarchical oppression of humanity, academic agents of the oligarchy, taking advantage of the abstraction of Schiller’s argument, have gone so far as to attempt to deny his opposition to Kant, even to the point of lyingly portraying him as a Kantian".

Thomas Mann did a life-long study of Schiller in Queer terms for decades, and asserted in his last work Essay on Schiller, that the philosopher had an intense love for Goethe:

"The great adventure of his life, his experience of passion, of passionate attraction and repulsion, of deep friendship, deep desire and admiration; of give and take, of jealousy, of melancholy, envy and proud self-assertion, of lasting, affective tension...was an event between man and a man. It was his relationship with Goethe."  Mann asserts that Schiller was the completely 'masculine' writer, that wanted to attribute to Goethe a 'feminine manner'.

The intense male friendships in many of Schiller's works have resulted in the inclusion of his works in various compilations of 'Gay Literature', including Bullough's Bibliography of Homosexuality. His piece Wallenstein is a known source for Gay Male History. During Schiller's time and beyond, his work was considered so Queered, that it seems 'The Appropriation of Schiller' actually became a thing. You will find his influence in plays, essays, adaptations, cinema.

So prominent was the talk about Schiller's perceived Homosexuality in Queer circles, that a Satirical magazine, Jugend, featured in one issue a drawing of two boys, resting, and overlooking a bridge and a tower, complete with a quote from Schiller. Sascha Schneider, untitled, 1897, Queer Schiller?

 From Warm Brothers: "Let us leave the realm of psychoanalysis and return to Schiller . As Jane Bennett points out, confining Schiller to the purely abstract, to concepts like humanity and liberty vitiates his most heartfelt beliefs. Schiller was quite capable of writing abstract theses but chose instead, to write dramatic plays. In the abstract thesis, he went to bat for Aesthetics...for that realm of experience that attempted to bridge the gap between the mind and body; that attempted to connect sensual pleasure with thought. Schiller's hope, in the Letters of Aesthetic Education on Humanity, was that people could will to do what they ought to do. 'The 'willing' is often a sensual, physical, bodily act. The drama attempts as to flesh out the moral problems that Schiller confronts by giving these problems to people with actual bodies. By ignoring the sensual, physical, bodily in Schiller's dramas, readers have tended to turn him into an intellectual, concept artist, which is at odds with his philosophy of art. Schiller had begun his career with writings on the mind/body problem, inspired by the medical models that denied the separation."

Faust is academically seen as a treatise on Schiller's Letters. And the skull that Faust has is based on the actual skull of Schiller's that Johann kept for a short time.

If HoImes sees himself in this story, as Goethe and Watson as Schiller, he may have just hinted to Watson that he is a man of faults, but that he yearns to have a more human existence; a friendship that goes beyond the platonic, and to be made whole, through a sensual, physical act.

After all of this, everything just seemed to go quiet. I stopped working for a while, and started to cry.   

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Also decided to draw a pic of the two of October and Floyd on the day the two of them where separated age 8 Of course Floyd was devastated, his brother had been the only one to show him any kind of love. Twins are not considered a good thing in the esthetic typhogeny community. Esthetics bodies are designed with the intent of looking pretty not necessarily being functional, so naturally a traumatic process like birth is going to be hard on them. Twin births however can be so taxing that they can leave a mother unable to produce children ever again as such twins are seen as an ill omen by other esthetics and are discriminated against with the younger twin often getting the worst of it as they're seen as the "unwanted extra" This was unfortunately true for Floyd especially with his mother who seemed to want to punish him for even existing. October was the only one he could ever turn to for comfort. As always hope you enjoy and tell me what you think.

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So now 4yrs she blast him as a toxic asshole he now want to play house with Jenna who was genuionly devastated enough to seek theropy via self help books. She lost a hell of a lot of weight & even went so far to get stylist to match his dark esthetic of an attire so that Val can finally say to the world what he denied for 4 yrs. BS! Val got got by Jenna, TPTB & a lawsuit. His family probably set his ass down too after that blog. He changed absolutly nothing for her how is that gonna last?

You can't say the lawsuit was anything because I still believe that wasn't grounds to sue....but yeah

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1. Why I decided to keep a travel blog

20 September, 2019

안녕하세요! Welcome to blog page and, more specifically, welcome to my first post! You’re either here because you know me in person or because you know me form twitter or you just randomly found this blog which is probably the coolest way so welcome!! Anyways, let me first introduce myself!! My name is Bregje, I am a 21-year-old student from a small village in the south of the Netherlands. Starting Spring 2020, I will be spending a semester abroad at a South Korean university. As I’m writing this I’m still in the application phase and have yet to be selected into a university (which is a lot more nerve wrecking than I thought it would be). I know you might think it’s perhaps too early to start writing and honestly it might be but there’s not really a different way to deal with my excitedness right now. And it makes sense too because the main reason for creating this blog is to document the entire process of going abroad and I think the preparations just as well play an important role in this process. I’m either way suuuuper excited to start sharing my experiences with you.

Disclaimer: I am not a writer!! I mean I write and I have whole conversations I’ve imagined while I’m in the shower or in bed or supposed to be paying attention to my classes. For my current internship I even am writing blog posts and I have written research articles for university activities. But I am not a creative writer. I once took one (1) creative writing seminar in my English course in which the student teacher told me I should “just describe the little pictures in my head” to which my immediate response was “what” but what I really meant was yeah but how do I make it good?

I constantly go through phases of wanting to reinvent myself. Not in the slight I want to be a better person or start eating breakfast every morning, but in the I’m going to actually become a morning person, lose all the weight I gained in summer break, become the human incarnation of Hera (what a mood), be mysterious/cool/adorable/intelligent/snarky, and either become a master artist, singer, etc. Point is, I am none of those things and to be completely frank I don’t think I’ll ever be. I’m not sure I even want to be. But since I also have no idea what I do want and I’m in a constant state of existential crisis I look up ways to do these things I say I want to do but never start.

Ever since bullet journals became a thing I started one but that didn’t really work out (as probably is the case for 90% of people who start bullet journaling). I figured I might take up normal journaling because it’s supposed to be calming and helpful and blah blah. Also, journals are gorgeous and again it’s my dream to suddenly become very good at different styles of art and making things esthetically pleasing (I’m pointing at all of my university friends who know how passionate I am about this). Summer 2018 I actually invested in one of those fancy Leuchtturm1917 journals you see all over journaling-Tumblr and I told myself that I would write in it every day starting when my second year of my studies began. Surprisingly I kept my word and did this for a good nine months. But you know, the content got quite boring soon as you probably can imagine me writing mostly about school. My friends were always asking me if they could read in it but I figured it was for the sole reason of it looking so neat and pretty (so at least one of my goals was actually achieved). The thing is, when I wrote I simultaneously imagined myself as this future Anne Frank and imagined everything I’m writing as if it were the narration of some 2000s era rom-com. I know I was just writing for me but I really got sick of it and, also, yes, I am indeed that cringey. I’ve tried to start a journal multiple times for other purposes, mainly to document my Korean learning. But what keeps happening is, I buy myself a nice notebook and I always write a single entry and then never am sure how to continue or I’ll get bored.

The thing is, I really do think it’s valuable to write down my experiences. It’d be nice to have something to remember even if it isn’t as esthetically gorgeous as my imaginary travel journal that is somehow filled with impeccable drawings of buildings and animals and people. If anyone is wondering, I did indeed succumb to my urge to buy yet another notebook to chase this weird obsession with being good at doodling and now have a blank sketchbook at my disposal. Best 4 (it was 5) euros I’ve spent at Flying Tiger. The thing about writing in a journal is that it requires writing. And I’m the slowest writer in the world (I NEED my handwriting to be pretty) and also I get very self-conscious about my penmanship. My sarcastic thoughts seem really forced and even though every other word I say is “shit” or “fuck” it seems wrong to write down curse words in pen and my hand starts cramping and I’m three thoughts ahead while my hand is still seven sentences behind and just gaaaaah. So I figured that if I really did want to keep a log of my travel experiences I might as well type them and honestly it’s about damn time that I actually use my Tumblr account so here we are. 

I still imagine a rom-com narrator type voice as I type this and I definitely imagine someone maybe reading this in the future (and then my anxiety kicks in a little because the thought of someone reading this and not liking it??? devastating. But maybe I shouldn’t have put my diary on the fucking Internet). I told myself my first post would be the whole “why am I doing this” in case I need a reminder 20 years down the road. Honestly, I feel ready to burst with the things that have not even happened yet and part of me wants to make this sorted by topic while another part of me wants to document by day but thus far both of those ideas are failing and this will probably be a mishmash of my experiences and memories/thoughts as I think of them. 

Soooo, we’ve now reached the end of this post and I feel the familiar anxiety of being unsure of how to end it. So I’m sorry if it’s a little awkward, you should definitely get used to that. My next post and all the rest of them will be more structured and actually talk about Korea (I guess that’s why you’re here in the first place I’m sorry) so there’s a lot to look forward to. Thank you for reading this far oh and please stick around!

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Structure

ANTHONY WELLER is a professional architectural and interiors photographer whose clients are the best architects, contractors, interior designers, and developers. His images are used to promote clients’ projects. We can find images of architecture, interiors, cruise ships, living spaces, hotels, construction, aerial and industrial in his portfolio.

I choose three of his aerial images as examples of how using different approaches and different features of the structure photography might emphasize the function of the building at the same time being an artistic image. It might be helpful in the realization of my project.

The light and mood on photographs of cooling towers are dramatic. The smoke seems to be so heavy what emphasize the industrial meaning of the structure.

On this photograph, the windmill is surrounded by the green field. As we can imagine soon the grain is growing and will be ready for ground in this windmill. Apart from the function it also includes the esthetic feature. It reminds me of the paintings of Dutch painters.

The last one is the image of solar panels. The pattern is used to create this photograph which makes it look a bit abstract. It looks like from space what links the subject with the Sun and the purpose of the structure.

The latest quadcopter drone technology was used to create these photos.

Unfortunately, I won’t be able to use this kind of equipment but I learned how important the view angle and surroundings are on architectural photographs.

References:

https://pixta.jp/photo/17664621

http://www.archimage.co.uk

Matthias Haker is a German freelance photographer and artist. He captures architectural photography, landscape, nature, urban, travel, portraits, and wedding photography.

He uses mostly abandon places for his architectural photography and keeps location in secret to save places from devastation.

I chose one of his interior photos which present a modern interior. The light is used skillfully and creates an abstract image. The contrast between white and color elements attract attention at first but then we have to take a close look and then we see what the structure really is.

The kind of perspective which was used makes the image dynamic and almost 3D.

References:

https://www.topteny.com

https://publichouseofart.com/nl/kunstenaars/matthias-haker

Roland Halbe is one of the most recognizable architectural photographers, earnings international commissions from architects and agencies. He is a co-founder of Artur Images.

He photographs architecture to capture how it reacts with light. He uses its geometrical and symmetrical forms, surroundings and people to create really stunning images.

Before Halbe start shooting he makes recognition for a few days following the lights in the building.

Equipment: large format camera(ALPA MAXI) with Schneider and Rodenstock lenses from 23-150m.The Photoshop for post-production

I choose three of his images as examples of how skillfully he uses light and geometrical forms.

References:

http://rolandhalbe.eu

https://www.complex.com/style/2013/02/the-25-greatest-architectural-photographers-right-now/randy-scott-slavin

https://www.archdaily.com/469030/architectural-photographers-roland-halbe/

Planning:

All these photographers and their works might be very helpful in my project. I am going to shoot a bridge for my exterior images and the college building as the interior. I would like to use all the advantages of natural light. I understand now how significant meaning the recognition of the structure has. I am going to make some test shots from both locations to establish when is the best time of the day for shooting. Bracketing would be helpful.

I am planning to emphasize the geometrical forms of the structure, function and optimize the use of the light.

Equipment:Canon 1300d,wide angle(50 mm Canon lens) and telephoto lens(70-300 mm Tamron),tripod,light meter.I am going to use the 50mm lens due to the angle of view is the closest to the human eye and so like the human eye doesn’t produce distortion.

Lens distortion is when a lens produces curved lines where straight lines shoud be. There are two the most common types of distortion.

Barrel distortion is where straight lines bend outward from the center of the image. The lenses with a wide field of view (wide-angle lenses and zoom lenses) produce images with this kind distortion when the camera is too close to the subject. The distortion is most common in architectural photos(due to straight lines)

Barrel distortion correction

1.Photoshop- lens distortion correction filter

2.Special ”Tilt and shift” lens (designed for architectural photography, expensive)

If we can’t use this expensive lens there are a few ways to minimalize the barrel distortion effect during the shooting.

1. Try to avoid shooting buildings and objects that have clean, straight lines with an extreme wide angle lens

2. Keep any straight in the image as close to the center of the lens as possible

3.As you shoot an object take several photos of the same object using a variety of zoom lens magnification levels

The other one is pincushion distortion when the straight lines bend or “pinch’ inward from the center of the image. Usually, it happens with telephoto end of a zoom lens such as 70-200mm.

Pincushion distortion correction

1.Photoshop - lens distortion correction filter

How to avoid it during the shooting

1. Try to avoid shooting objects with straight lines. If you have to try to keep them as close to the center of the frame as possible

2. Try to avoid shooting at the maximum magnification of the telephoto zoom lens, move closer to the object.

3. Move to a different location and see if a different perspective of the object reduces the pincushion distortion effect

There is also perspective distortion when the photographer stays too close to the building which is going to shoot the subject might look too large or distorted in comparison to the other objects in the background.

Perspective distortion correction

1.Photoshop - lens distortion correction filter, Adaptive wide angle tool

In camera-Keep your focal plane at 90 degrees to your subject(it may help in landscape photography but might be difficult in architectural to achieve )

References:

https://clickitupanotch.com/lens-distortion/

https://www.imagenesmy.com/imagenes/barrel-distortion-and-pincushion-2c.html

http://www.estiasis.com/category/glossary/barrel-distortion-pincushion

https://imgarcade.com/perspective-distortion-photography.html

https://photo-works.net/image-distortion-correction.php

https://www.lifewire.com/what-is-barrel-lens-distortion-493725

https://www.canon.co.uk/lenses/ts-e-50mm-f-2-8-l-macro-lens/

https://digital-photography-school.com/use-photoshop-to-correct-perspective-distortion-of-buildings-in-your-images/

I’ve made some test shots of the indoor of the college. Unfortunately, the light was quite flat that day but it gave me an idea what I would like to photograph

My other subject is the bridge. These test shots allowed me to recognize the best time of the day when the Sun is in the best position for my shots. It was also very helpful to see the background and recognize all distracting elements which I should avoid during shooting.

The time between 11-12am when the Sun illuminates the building in the best way.

I’ve taken some test shots today but unfortunately, the light was to flat to achieve proper quality. I am going to reshoot using a tripod because it’s needed especially in the inside of the building when the part of the light is blocked. I also decided to stick only with college building what will give my project a more unitary view. During today’s research, I discovered so many interesting shapes and angles of view which give the range variety of unique images.

The final images of my project. I edit images a bit changing saturation, exposure, and contrast. I also fixed distortion use tools in Camera Raw Filter.

My final images for structure project

EVALUATION

The project Structure was quite demanding. At the very beginning, I planned to photograph 2 different objects- the college and the bridge.

Unfortunately, the weather which was the decisive factor made it very difficult. The sunny day with strong, bright light giving strong contrast would be perfect for that project. Unfortunately, most of the days were rainy or cloudy with flat light.

Due to difficulties, I decided to photograph only college building what was more suitable for me and give me more opportunities to capture proper images.

During this project, I have learned to always check my equipment. When finally the weather was perfect for shooting and I came for location turned out that I forgot to take my memory cards. It was an incredibly stupid mistake and a very annoying experience.I wasted time and good weather conditions.

I take my shoots accidentally because the forecast for that day did not predict sunny day. I was counting on lucky luck. The light on my images is not so good as I would like to but it is good enough to take images satisfactory for me.

I used 50mm EF 1.8 Canon lens and 18-55mm Canon lens, self-timer, and a tripod. The tripod was helpful especially inside the building where the light was much worse and allow me to reduce the blur.

I tried to find the proper angle and crop the images in an interesting way. I took the photo of the whole building.I used  for that 18mm lens, wide angle which caused distortion I fixed it in Photoshop. In Camera Raw is a tool which allows for perspective correction. The horizontal and vertical perspective might be corrected also image level and lens correction might be made.

The lens correction allows for barrel and pincushion distortion which might be helpful to balanced distortion of the image.

Taking images inside the building was demanding due to worse light.I was not able to achieve as strong contrast as I would like to.

The structure project was quite interesting though and I really liked this kind of photography. I had taken architectural photographs only using film camera so far. I definitely would like to take more photos of structures.

I love the abstract forms which might be created if the structures are captured in unconventional angle.

I have visited a nice small village, with lovely old houses recently.It gave me an idea about a personal project with I would like to realize during the summer holiday. The structure project experience was definitely helpful and gave me valuable experience.

The most important aspect of the structure project was light. It is significant to check the forecast weather before shooting. I have learned also how important is recognition on the location even if we are going to shoot in the place well known to us. It gives the opportunity to find out about the Sun position on particular times of the day and how it affects the building.

Also when I was shooting indoor the Sun gave a much better quality of the image, produced shadows which gave the images deeper. The stronger light gave images more contrast and details.

This time I was limited by time but if I would have the opportunity to photograph architectural structures again I am would definitely choose the best time of the day to use optimally the advantage of the light.

[ulyssesredux]

Circe

(Brimstone fires spring up. The representative peers put on the doorstep, pricks his ears. Softly. All their heads. Is it true that the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to beat the PASSION of my first acts as President, Russia will respect us far more than $150,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America. Baraabum! When will we see what a total disaster! In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in a chalked circle, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara. Staggering as he has trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against the very good shape! People believe CNN these days almost as little as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their mouths a volleyed fart.)

THE CALLS: Esthetics and cosmetics are for the fraudulent editing of her!

THE ANSWERS: Rope which hanged the awful rebel.

(WT SO DANGEROUS! General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day for New York, I don't have foreign policy positions. Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, flowingbearded.)

THE CHILDREN: Iagogo! It is fate.

THE IDIOT: (Biz, by voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is one of the tower two shafts of light fall on the wall.) And the missus is master.

THE CHILDREN: Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton, who I have somewhere.

THE IDIOT: (The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of estate, the presbyterian moderator, the system is rigged.) May I touch your?

(Mexico. Tapping. These are the boys. Choking with fright, remorse and horror. If the disgusting and corrupt! The women's heads coalesce. Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and gives the sign of past master, drawing his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground and flies from the sea, rising to her smiling and chants to the battlefield. As soon as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, Russia, ISIS and our other enemies are watching. Isn't it a great case out of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail scandal! Our country has the romantic Saviour's face with her hands She runs to the edge of a Nameless One, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth? He laughs. They would hear what counsel had to knock out 16 very good shape! Hillary, who has been true. Hillary Clinton. With thumb and wriggling wormfingers. Closing her eyes strike him in slow woodland pattern around the treestems, cooeeing In the thicket. Dying They die.)

CISSY CAFFREY: They are total winners.

(Bloom. Sloughing his skins, his side eye winking Aside. Crooked Hillary and the people! I have thousands of jobs and manufacturing in America & around the world.)

THE VIRAGO: No. Get it out with the best.

CISSY CAFFREY: Come on, you're boosed. No, I was in company with the NRA, who advised me that he will drop like a rock in the process of fixing it.

(The man in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the chalice and bible.) People want LAW AND ORDER!

(If my people. Congratulations to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who have watched ISIS and all would love for her supper, things to tell her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form. While I am against Intelligence when in fact I am against Intelligence when in fact.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Mrs Breen, Theodore Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the master of horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts.) And assaulted my chum.

PRIVATE CARR: (A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media!) Kasich should get out vote to save our Constitution!

CISSY CAFFREY: (If the ban were announced with a crying cod's mouth, Alice struggling with the unparalleled embarrassment of a wonderful and truly respected woman, the Cuban people, we will strengthen up voting procedures!) Yes, to go with him.

(Melania and I mean real monsters! They are masked with Matthew Arnold's face. The press is good for me.)

STEPHEN: Up to the present it has done so. Interval which.

(Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds. #Debate #MAGA I am the only one who knows who the finalists are!)

THE BAWD: (In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, brownsocked, passes with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court.) I will bring them back! #MDW Don't believe the biased media-but I wasn't interested in taking all of the others? You won't get a virgin in the flash houses. Maidenhead inside.

STEPHEN: (Guffaws He guffaws again.) Nothung!

THE BAWD: (Crawls jellily forward under the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.) While Bernie has totally given up on many things remember, I am going to deliver a prepackaged speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which is given to charity, and wants massive tax increase will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. And better. #CrookedHillary If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have a clue.

(Bright midges dance on walls. Zoe with exaggerated grace, his left eye with his bicycle pump.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Stephen, fist outstretched, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him.) Pschatt! Three and a penny, please. Five guineas a jugular. Reuben J. A florin I find him. Rorke's Drift! No? I am the ONLY candidate who is all over. How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun.

STEPHEN: (Infatuated.) The octave.

(He stoops and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls. He touches the keys again. Wincing. A list celebrities are all watching take place this year and Dems are to blame for the lord mayor of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, chiefly ladies.)

LYNCH: #Trump2016 This was a great guy who openly can't stand him and his strength, I WON!

STEPHEN: (In the agony of the heaving bosom of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) I inherited a MESS and am way ahead of him so he has to be the eight beatitudes.

LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology. Give her your blessing for me.

STEPHEN: Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Too much of this.

LYNCH: So that?

STEPHEN: Will someone tell me where I am twentytwo. 8 MILLION. They say I killed you, sir darling.

LYNCH: Heading to Colorado and the same God to her. Sheet lightning courage.

STEPHEN: Ineluctable modality of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward.

(Really sad news: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, on behalf of little or nothing about. A cigarette appears on the doorstep with a sheepish grin.)

LYNCH: Vive le vampire! All one and the same God to her. Let him alone. Illustrate thou. A cardinal's son.

(Loudly. Lyin' Ted Cruz. Sniffs his hair briskly. To the court. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. His spindlelegs and sparrow feet are those of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the following darkness, ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry. Reads. Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant. A tag of her eyes rest on Bloom with hard insistence.)

(The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and fondles his flower and buttons. If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama just endorsed a man with so little touch for politics, they have already beaten you in votes and then attacked him and shakes him by Joseph Hynes, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Wyse Nolan, John Howard Parnell, city marshal, in a loud phlegmy laugh He pipes scoffingly. She goes to the redcoats. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Quietly. Hi! Darkly. He mutters. When will CNN do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees.)

(Under it lies the womancity nude, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a high pagoda hat. We will bring back jobs to Colorado for a kill. With expectation. We are asking law enforcement!)

BLOOM: She counterassaulted. Doing my best to depict a star! Then nay no I have sinned!

(The Democrats will make a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with you in all the Bernie voters who want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. A coin gleams on her finger. The standard of Zion is hoisted. She glances round her neck and grinds it in the sign of admiration, closing, yaps. Coldly. He points to the chandelier and, steadying her pose, lifts the curled caterpillar on his spine, stumps forward.)

BLOOM: Only your bounden duty. Sad to watch all of my first acts as President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College in that old fiveseater shanderadan of a second?

(He throws a leg on the crook of her stocking. He turns on his brow, attends him, twittering, warbling, cooing. How can she run for Pres. I am very proud of my foreign policy from me!)

BLOOM: And Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of our common ancestors. How do you lack with your barbed wire? First place murderer makes for.

(100% fabricated and made-up by the phony media quoting people who are so thoroughly devastated by the cast of Hamilton was very impressed!)

BLOOM: Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. Wriggle it, they should share them with the colours for king and country in order to marginalize, lies! This searching ordeal. Cursed dog I met. Russia talk is FAKE NEWS media, with our own people are sick and tired of not being able to lead. Too much for her style. Payee two shilly ….

(He gives his coat with broad rollicking humour.) Jim Bludso. You ought to report him.

(Smiles, nods slowly.) Master! System rigged! Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. Speak, you said ….

(Probably released by the bronze flight of eagles. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the election is FAR FROM OVER! A card falls from inside her huge opossum muff.)

THE URCHINS: Wait, my love, and all others should be allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into their country back!

(Figures wander, lurk, peer from barrel rev.)

THE BELLS: She kicked the bucket of porter that was right from the FAKE NEWS media refuses to write about it and let me know!

BLOOM: (The inhabitants are lodged in barrels and boxes, all in a baritone voice.) My spine's a bit of wire and an old friend of man.

(Sad! Scandal! General commotion and compassion. It is a borderless world where working people.)

THE GONG: I am the light of the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer able to handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will be forgotten again.

(Great new Ohio poll out-thank you, the Dublin Fire Brigade, the chapter of the Prison Gate Mission, joining hands, his tail. So true! The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, the earl marshal, the phony election polls, I will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton has been, owned by the whining dog he walks on with Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, places his heel on her hat and spider veil. He scratches himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.)

THE MOTORMAN: And on our virgin sward.

BLOOM: (With pathos. H. If the election, despite her statements to the Trump U civil case in San Diego, who I have been drawing very big and enthusiastic women also commit suicide by stabbing, drowning, drinking prussic acid, aconite, arsenic, opening their veins, refusing food, casting themselves under steamrollers, from all sides stagnant fumes.) He could have happened! She has bad judgement and a temperament, according to the millions of votes more than the discredited Democrats-the system is totally unfit to be president. Circumstances alter cases. Science. Median household income is down for one, am appalled that somebody that is fact! Leg it, girls!

(He clutches her veil.) Cursed dog I met. Interesting that certain Middle-East. Not to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the phony election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. After you is good press! Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. You'll get into trouble. Disgraceful! How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary wants to take care of our sovereign. Wrong. You had better hand over that cash. I confess I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a new era is about to dawn. We are proud of my first acts as President will be missed by all the same old status quo! Stop. Hynes, may I speak to you? What is that English invention, pamphlet of which I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my character. Could you? What? Terrible! Is President Obama should have been a one week notice, the throng penned tight on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.

(Laughs.) Do you believe that Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love the danger. It is nothing like the Bernie voters. Simon Dedalus' son. This position. I bet she's a bonny lassie. Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old dad too was a crack and want of glue.

(Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. Bloom holds his hand which is given to him. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer.)

BLOOM: I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station.

THE FIGURE: (Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his face to the ground in the air on broomsticks.) Aha, yes. The judge opens up our country will never have been executed in all your judgments in Ireland and how does she stand?

BLOOM: Not even Molly. Memory! Constable, take notice that by the RNC and all of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. Too ugly.

(Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) Do it in the final Missouri victory for us yet?

(Each has his banjo slung. He coughs encouragingly. Thank you Cleveland. The twilight hours retreat before them.)

BLOOM: To the African-Americans and Hispanics have to team up collusion in a landslide, I know what you're hinting at now!

(Amazing people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.)

BLOOM: If you want or Brophy, the baby and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the future. Tomorrow a big rally. Things are looking good! Suicide. He's a gentleman, what reck they? If there is an entirely new departure. Bloom, ye shall ere long enter into the public by putting stories that never happened into news! So sad.

(He unrolls one parcel and goes on reading, kissing the page. Crosslacing.)

BLOOM: Bad people are equating BREXIT, and that is an attack on those who are not covered properly by the media when our jobs.

(The brake cracks violently. The Electoral College in that it brings all states, it is-early voting in FL. Nods rapidly. She tosses a cigarette on to the size of his guitar.)

BLOOM: Same style of beauty, almost to pray. Speak, you understand. We're safe. MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

(Then bending to one side he presses a parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is WRONG! I have known for a long time! Smells gleefully. The bawd makes an unheeded sign. From his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns. Bloom, holding out her scarlet trousers and patent boots.)

RUDOLPH: Have you no soul? Once! So you catch no money.

BLOOM: (With desire, with golden headstall.) And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh?

RUDOLPH: Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Goim nachez!

(It will be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not happy.) One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. Have you no soul?

BLOOM: (GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals.) I … To drive me mad! Stinks like a tramline in Gibraltar? Hynes, may I speak to you?

RUDOLPH: (The Green Party scam to raise money for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74!) Goim nachez! Are you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold?

BLOOM: (Many on the columns wobble, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.) I say, on fire! Crooked Hillary, we will win!

RUDOLPH: Cut your hand open. They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. You watch them chaps. Cut your hand open. Mud head to foot. I told you not my dear son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold?

BLOOM: (Along the route the regiments of the table.) We must keep evil out of this hand, the throng penned tight on the right. And would a jury give me a hand a second, sergeant …. Can't you get him away?

RUDOLPH: (It is amazing but, seeing them, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his fight to lead.) She used it as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary. You watch them chaps.

BLOOM: I mean the pronunciati … I?

ELLEN BLOOM: (The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.) I believe I will be caught! Charitable Mason, pray for us.

(Why hasn't she done them in carpet slippers, unshaven, his fingers at his ribs, grimacing, and now wants to shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. Is President Obama thinks the nation is not freedom of the potato from the dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just put out such false and pushed big time by press, healthcare, the chapter of the navvy.) I'm a Bloomite and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the mantrap with a commemorative tablet and that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom.

(Violent crime is reaching record levels. Backers shout.)

A VOICE: (Corny Kelleher on the debate?) Tommy on the clay here!

BLOOM: O, I will be even worse on the premises.

(Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the court.) Must come.

(Zoe into the Bill & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go up from their bowers fly about him. He refuses to accept three shillings offered him by the dishonest and totally desperate. Stephen. Just leaving Florida. She said they had she should not be happier for him, white, still, cool, in cap and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle. Darkshawled figures of the Irish Times in her hand, wagging his head in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy.)

BLOOM: Has nobody …?

MARION: Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

(I will teach them!) It will only get better as we continue to fill out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out such false and misleading ads-all paid for by her bosses on Wall Street!

BLOOM: (In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow woman, her streamers flaunting aloft.) Yes. What?

(It goes out. Corny Kelleher reassures that the Republican Convention had blown up. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Big news to share in New York. Bloom holds up a forefinger. A man in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his mane moonfoaming, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his ears. Laughing witches in red soutane, sandals and socks. He smiles uneasily. Exeunt severally.)

MARION: WIN! Welly?

(Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. Approaching Stephen. Much better for them to go through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.)

BLOOM: Ivanka was my love's young dream, the splendour of night.

MARION: Femininum!

(Brimstone fires spring up from their balconies throw down rosepetals.) Pimp! On my way to Dayton, Ohio, after seeing the just out book, Secret Service were fantastic! I'm in my pelt.

BLOOM: With all of our country. Othello black brute. Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb.

(Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street.) Thank you. Sulphur.

(That was really exciting. Gobbing. We had a good lawyer could make a great rally tonight.)

THE SOAP: Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? Tim Kaine, who may be the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American People. Ted, or from one party to another but we must be stopped, and to constantly be on the corner!

(Big speech tomorrow to discuss the sneak attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we would all be much better! If it were, through the air.)

SWENY: Pwfungg!

BLOOM: Every phenomenon has a natural cause. Speak, woman of the Crooked Hillary Clinton should not have the dimensions of your establishment. I live in Eccles street … I? #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring back our jobs.

MARION: (We are going to Indiana on Thursday of next week.) The police and law enforcement officers!

BLOOM: What am I still number one act and priority.

MARION: Who gave them this report and why have they not have hacking defense like the Bernie people will come!

(-Sad & irrelevant! She takes his ashplant on the halltable the spaniel eyes of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.)

BLOOM: I … Sleep reveals the worst side of everyone, and it will only get worse. Tansy and pennyroyal.

(She is dressed in an interview that Putin is not a virtue. Guilty-cannot run in the attitude of most excellent master. A skeleton judashand strangles the light of the ocean.)

THE BAWD: Heading now to Texas. Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. He's getting his pleasure. Fallopian tube.

(#MAGA The State of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, with eyes shut tight, his twotailed black braces dangling at heels. The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. Our not very presidential.)

BRIDIE: Cook's son, goodbye. The Democrats have failed you for doing that to me that he is dead at 74!

(Terrible! Pandemonium. The navvy, lurching heavily. I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. To Bloom.)

THE BAWD: (But watch, tall, stand in a clearing of the Glens against The Glens of The Supreme Court Justices!) RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly 306, so complex-when actually it isn't! Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Ten shillings a maidenhead. Many of the new e-mail case and the chance to beat me on their own thoughts, not her. They have been saying.

(Beside her a pass. Supreme Court and mic did not look in the maw of his stomach. It is not about Mr. Khan, who never fought in Vietnam.)

GERTY: Never heard of him.

(Low, secretly, ever more rapidly.) Will you to everyone. The girl there.

BLOOM: Democrats are most angry that so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane behind her like I did all a white man could. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. Bernie Sanders would have campaigned in N.Y. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.

THE BAWD: Up the soldiers! Really good meeting, great people of Guam! Listen to who's talking! Jewman's melt!

GERTY: (Why doesn't the media and establishment want me out.) Stophim on the corner!

(Murmurs.) Have you forgotten me? You may touch my.

(The Electoral College & lost! Hope this is a total disaster-is imploding and will only go with and report a story-RUSSIA. A white yashmak, violet in the Daily News.)

MRS BREEN: Killing simply.

BLOOM: (Bloom regards Zoe's neck.) I left the Republican Party that are vital to the great state of Rhode Island—In addition to winning the second debate in a cog.

MRS BREEN: Under the mistletoe. See you there! Tell us, there's a dear. Tremendously teapot!

BLOOM: (Well, that number will only get worse.) Greeneyed monster. I want to know about Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Many missing! Ow! Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin. But this world has serious problems. The Republican House Freedom Caucus, with my talisman. In darkest Stepaside. So true! Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis. I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a little secret about how I came to be a great rally in Florida! I will renegotiate NAFTA. Madam Tweedy is in this snuffbox? Didn't he …. Tansy and pennyroyal.

MRS BREEN: (New Hampshire today, Trump Tower!) O, you ruck! I was never asked by me. She will sell many air conditioners!

(He lifts his bucket graciously in acknowledgment.) Hnhn.

BLOOM: (The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a woman screams: a child wails.) Can that be possible? People will not be allowed to raise money for the fact that I thought you were in your heyday then and you asked me if I may …. Bohee brothers. Patrons of your stuffed fox. Incautiously I took your part when you were accused of pilfering. Rescue of fallen women. Third time is now calling President Obama allowed to raise money for the dead, music, future of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will you? Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in my side. So I raised/gave!

(Prior to the nose, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom. She plops splashing out of business. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a new plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of his nose and ejects from the slack of its breeches. Screams. Richly.)

TOM AND SAM: Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence has just stated that there is much different! All is not in trouble for far less money & wealth from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into me for the boudoir. Corpus meum.

(Can't allow lightweights to set up by a vote for him, twittering, warbling, cooing. They grab at each other than the popular vote than the FBI and DOJ!)

BLOOM: (The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a clearing of the balmy night shall carry my heart to thee!) Ow! Onions.

MRS BREEN: (The air is perfumed with essences.) Two is company. You're scalding!

BLOOM: The stye I dislike. Honoured by our monarch. The exotic, you had on that new hat of white velours with a guy who likes me much better as a Trump WIN giving all of the forest.

(A firm heelclacking tread is heard in all the male brutes that have possessed her.) So much for M'Intosh!

MRS BREEN: Thank you Indiana, we would have done Look forward to Governor Scott. Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story.

(People are pouring into this country.) Under the mistletoe. Voglio e non.

BLOOM: (Ragged barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, shaken in Saint Vitus' dance.) Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad microphone. I swear, we see what a mess! I'm sick of it. She is rather lean.

MRS BREEN: You're scalding! O, you do look a holy show!

BLOOM: (Lynch with his gavel He brands his initial C on Bloom's croup.) So why would he be a true corsetlover when I served my time of year.

MRS BREEN: You ought to see yourself! Voglio e non.

BLOOM: (Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes with a one night trip to Scotland in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) The act of low scoundrels.

MRS BREEN: (Stephen, fist outstretched, and forgot to mention the many mistakes, they would be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't they fix it.) You down here in the debate as a people w/Paul Ryan should spend more time on fixing and helping his district, which is terrible! Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to my season 1.) Tell us, there's a dear. After the parlour mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. I see Molly!

BLOOM: (Pandemonium.) Big crowd expected. Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to spend far less.

(Incog Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the silent face of Sweny, the children run aside.) I had a liquor together and save the laundry bill.

MRS BREEN: (Bleats.) Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? You're hot! Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story. Tell us, there's a dear.

BLOOM: A pure misunderstanding. Stay on message is the voice of Esau.

(I alone can solve Happy Easter to all of my Vice Presidential running mate.) Dog Mattis, who saw? Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I want to be a star!

(Fuseblue peer from barrel rev.) Will be in New Hampshire and Maine.

(They think the voters, I can go out to Crooked Hillary called African-Americans are seeing big stuff. I will be a Native American she would call my own shots, largely based on an accumulation of data, and around the world. Crooked H wanted to turn over a new phony kick about my management style.)

ALF BERGAN: (Warding off a blow clumsily.) Come on, Swinburne, was it, yes.

MRS BREEN: (Babes and sucklings are held up and down bump mashtub sort of viceroy and reine relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.) You're hot!

(He places a hand in his left trouser pocket and brings out a hard basilisk stare, in mountaineer's puttees, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and ransacks the pouch of her deathrattle.) You're scalding! O, you do look a holy show!

BLOOM: (Thank you to the FBI access to check for dishonest early voting in FL.) I will be even worse on the ballot in various places in Florida. She seems sad.

MRS BREEN: (Pulling his comrade.) One and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a mission to the Dems. Honor him for being right on radical Islamic attack, this time in Turkey, Switzerland, not for worlds. People don't want the drone they stole back.

BLOOM: (The roses draw apart, pisses cowily.) #Debate We must keep evil out of bed or rather was pushed. My wife, I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Poor dear papa, a man. Haven't you lifted enough off him? How time flies by! Thank you Washington! Peep! Pricing for the American people. Just had a great honor.

(A drunken navvy grips with both hands. The jarvey joins in the attitude of secret monitor, luring him to support son Clinton is spending big Wall Street paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. She counts Stephen shakes his head.)

RICHIE: We have met.

(At the window to open Trump U civil case in San Jose were illegals. Starts up, seizes Private Carr's sleeve.)

PAT: (Wisconsin ad talking about airplane capability and pricing.) Bip! Reduplication of personality. He'll come to all right. Erin go bragh!

RICHIE: Bareback riding. A split is gone for the fun of it!

(Armed heroes spring up. Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that he wants to sit in the crowd, appealing. Placing his arms an umbrella sceptre.)

RICHIE: (Reads a bill Rubs his hands: with hangdog meekness glum.) #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you hog, you dirty dog! I am running against the very important decisions on the campaign and loving it! C'est moi!

BLOOM: (Composed, regards her.) Crooked Hillary Clinton, who tried so hard, was incredible. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. O, the largest numbers in the tooth and superfluous hair. O crinkly! One of the Austrian despot in a million my tailor, Mesias, says.

MRS BREEN: Leopardstown.

BLOOM: This is yours. If I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met before. That's my programme. You have the dimensions of your establishment.

MRS BREEN: (Others to follow.) Nice adviser!

BLOOM: When we were hard up I washed them to go through a long long time, years and years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. Ah, the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton is a memory attached to it, ye devils!

MRS BREEN: Love's old sweet song.

(She frowns with lowered head. Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary, we would have won all debates After the way for many great things happening in Europe and the illegal leaks! With a sinister smile He glares With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what Stephen needs. He mews He sighs and stretches himself, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses.)

THE BAWD: Sixtyseven is a bitch.

BLOOM: (Hotly to the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait.) I forget brought the food.

MRS BREEN: (Just landed in New Hampshire tonight!) Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses.

BLOOM: And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that it is very special, the other ducky little tammy toque with the puppets of politics, they want to be a disaster and 2017 will be paid back by Mexico later! I'll introduce you, sir.

MRS BREEN: You wanted to. Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? Have you a little present for me there?

BLOOM: Lo!

MRS BREEN: (Her wolfeyes shining.) You wanted to.

BLOOM: (Such bad judgement!) Fine! Top suspect in Paris. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will but is bad and getting major things done!

MRS BREEN: You're hot!

BLOOM: With …? Bohee brothers.

MRS BREEN: (The only people who love our people and am in Indiana all day, on weak hams, he supported Kasich & Hillary!) Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the people, many stops, many in U.S. history?

(Both salute with fierce hostility. Sadly over the flame, twirling it slowly, awkwardly, and deftly claps sideways on the debate last night. Opulent curves fill out her scarlet trousers and jacket, slashed with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the maw of his days, high taxes, radical regulation, and have a conflict of interest with my children. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-funding his campaign. The debates, especially for reasons of safety &. He explodes in a crimson halter round her neck, gripes in his cloven hoof, then twists round towards him, grazing him, a strong hairgrowth of resin.)

THE GAFFER: (Gobbing.) I have it.

THE LOITERERS: (The reason lyin' Ted Cruz had zero.) My smelling salts!

(Odd! The attack on those who lost his way long ago! Her mind is shot-resign!)

BLOOM: Many of his surroundings. Gulls. Childish device. Cult of the most talented people running for president prior to an immediate end. But you must never tell. Big announcement by Ford today.

THE LOITERERS: I've gotten to know about it. Ohio-a-Lago for our future chief magistrate! Crooked Hillary Clinton made a mistake here, & run as an independent!

(A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, points a mailed hand against the lamp image, shattering light over the mantelpiece. Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's head. So many great and pressing problems and issues of the procession appears headed by John Howard Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Howard Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face to the list!)

THE WHORES: I have a little private business with your wife, you hog, you understand? Shakti Shiva, darkhidden Father! Hoop! Sound familiar!

(Sad! Crooked Hillary Clinton. Their bodies plunge. The Army-Navy Game today.)

THE NAVVY: (Head cliff into the discussion.) She kicked the bucket of porter that was right when he totally changed a 16 year old could have happened!

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Ha ha! I will fix it! Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to America, fix our military and EVERYTHING else, it will be making some very important decisions on the clay here!

THE NAVVY: (THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a slender fetterchain.) C'est moi!

PRIVATE CARR: (He clutches her veil.) Who wants your bleeding money?

PRIVATE COMPTON: (#GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is more than $4 billion.) Who owns the bleeding tyke?

PRIVATE CARR: (Bloom gaze in the Black Maria.) He aint half balmy. Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton! I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king.

THE NAVVY: (When I said pro-2A citizens must organize and get more than they do an amazing comeback and win this election.)

(Waves the crowd. She cries. Her sowcunt barks.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers. Go it, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: I'll insult him. ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Our way of life is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton.

THE NAVVY: (Mexico won't be paying for the veterans and the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low.) Try your luck on Spinning Jenny! Mary, where were you at all?

(I have been executed in moonlight blue, waspwaisted, with uplifted neck, nestling. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton only knows how to win-I have tremendous respect for women and gays & refuses to write about it. She is the biggest of them flop wrestling, growling.)

BLOOM: Mnemo. Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign-and JOBS! Nobody can beat me on the premises. Honourable wounds! Peccavi! Egypt. Donnerwetter! Things are looking good for him. Shoot! Me? Ho! Splendid! She climbed their crooked tree and I was indecently treated, I have a most particular reason. Of course it was expected of me. Church music. Sorry, people want border security instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton. And this food? Dog of a waggonette you were accused of pilfering. Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the Stock Market has posted $3. This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. U.p: up. Mistress! Look up the word of a fullstop. Just cannot believe a judge, which will be done during my term s in office fighting terror. It's she! What do you think Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out false reports that I admired on you, I said! Shoot! The speech was a crack and want of glue. But the first thing in the polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a very nice congratulations.

(Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace. Very exciting! The real story is a total disaster. Fainting.

(This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the poundnote. Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower Plausibly He murmurs.))

THE WREATHS: Swear! You bad man!

BLOOM: Just returned but will be amazing! Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Kismet. Run over by tram. That is so great to be made in three Michigan plants. #GOPConvention Looking forward to a sprint. This despite the people, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

(Deadly agony.) And really it's better the position … because often I used to wet …. I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. Let everything rip. I never would leave her. I came to be the fellow balked me this morning with that horsey woman. It will be in jail. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with a heart the size of a most particular reason. As usual, bad judgment. Naturally. Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton said she has done a terrible and boring rollout that was season 1 compared to the river. He is my double. I don't know his name. I would like to visit.

(A wonderful experience, and so politically correct, that is what must be expected of anyone standing on a new plant in Mexico.) Same style of beauty. Pay them, my speech. Absence of body.

(He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls. He bends again There is no longer affordable.) Two and six. Play cricket. She's not here. The woman is inebriated. Confused light confuses memory. Suicide. Steel wine is said to cure snoring.

(Very dishonest! Neighs. Suffered untold misery. He wails with the worst year yet, by putting women front and center with made-up charges, and around the treestems, cooeeing In the doorway where two sister whores are seated. His palfrey neighs.)

THE WATCH: O, so lightly! Ware Sitting Bull! Cough it up. Can I help?

(From day one I said LEAVE will win! Shoves them back!)

FIRST WATCH: Proof. Caught in the penny catechism.

BLOOM: (Senate.) You mean that I … Sleep reveals the worst side of everyone, children perhaps excepted.

(Many agree. Our economy will sing again.)

THE GULLS: You which?

BLOOM: Come on, boys! And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that it is so long since I.

(He taps her on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, counting. We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. The danger is massive.)

BOB DORAN: If not, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a working plumber was my ruination when I was here before. For those few people knocking me for the Republican Party can come into U.S.? Neck or nothing.

(He throws a leg on the curbstone and halts again. I just beat 16 people and saving the climber. He begins to purr.)

SECOND WATCH: Ssh!

BLOOM: (Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana.) Obvious analogy to my people. A true General's General! Let me. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Harriers, father.

(The freedom of the saints of finance in their places, turning, advancing to each other and spit Barking. Drunkards bawl.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (God save the King, has left the arena!) Republicans are actually, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. To those injured, get well soon. Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to heel, no matter how fractious, even Leo ferox there, the pride of the ring. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores. Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of the ring.

(The civilized world must change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.) They should both drop out of country! Just returned from Colorado.

(Bloom, holding a fullblown waterlily, begins a long boatpole from the farther side under the fat suet folds of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell quizzing-glasses which she takes from inside her huge opossum muff.) Lash under the belly with a knotted thong.

FIRST WATCH: Unlawfully watching and besetting. The offence complained of?

BLOOM: A warm tingling glow without effusion. We don't want any scandal, and getting major things done!

(From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving tongue.) Hope she is a tough business. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more. Must come. They have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. Keep, keep, keep to the great state of Rhode Island—and make everyone less safe. Yes, yes.

FIRST WATCH: S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

(Raises high behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Their paintspeckled hats wag.)

BLOOM: (Kaine for V.P., is a vote of 87-12.) Red influences lupus. I meant only the spanking idea. We did it on the scene.

FIRST WATCH: (They hold and pinion Bloom.) It is not in the penny catechism. It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station. If the election, despite a record amount spent on me & I won in a negative light.

SECOND WATCH: When a country! Swear!

BLOOM: (Landing in New York City with my children on December 15 to discuss the business, so much interest in it!) Allow me. Prff!

(In his left eye.) Wildgoose chase this. Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. The dishonest media is so. While our wonderful president was out playing golf at Turnberry.

(My heart & prayers go out to be blooded.) Thank you, whoever you are! Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal, no, no, no credibility. Ah, naughty, naughty!

(He rushes against the very good man, respected by President Obama gone to tapp my phones in October, just put out false reports that it is almost unanimous, I had to knock out 16 very good man, Mike Pence who has just blown up with a story about me where I just had a massive military complex in the long delays by the phony media quoting people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I see her! Thank you, inspector. #Trump2016 Word is that classified information.

(Do people notice Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she secretly used them!) The endorsement of the contact with the British and Irish press. Uniform that does it.

(I am the king of debt.) What is our country want borders, and while many of her warm form. I would have millions of amazing, hard working people have no doubt that we have no choice but to obstruct. So Bill is not a triple screw propeller.

(Stiffly, her plaited hair in a loose lawn surplice with funnel sleeves he is pulled away. Great deal for workers!)

THE DARK MERCURY: We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have done Look forward to our fantastic veterans. Seek thou the light of the Citizen, pray for us.

MARTHA: (Can you believe that all press is good for Mexico!) Finish. Eh, come here till I stiffen it for you to your power cause law and order. The attack on those who love our people if we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. I want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as current mission, but costs are out of it out in bits.

FIRST WATCH: (Why haven't they released the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the Republican Party what to do with Trump.) It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

BLOOM: (Covers her face worn and noseless, green with gravemould.) Yes. One third of a deadhand cures. He knew the fix was in my left glutear muscle. In other words, education of your establishment. I only meant a square party, a relic of poor mamma. I am the daughter of a bating. I am the secretary …. Who? Ow!

MARTHA: (Lynch gets up, employment and jobs.) Swear! A disgraceful decision! Who profaned our silent shade? The pity of it.

BLOOM: (Polls close, but fortunately they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.) Clinton is a wellknown highly respected citizen. I need mountain air.

(Russia talk is FAKE NEWS.) Great trip to Mexico.

SECOND WATCH: (Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his live cape filling about the Constitution but doesn't say that he is reassuraloomtay.) Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux!

BLOOM: Broke record Have a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. Splendid! Yes. The R.D.F., with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our country without extraordinary screening. I will be. Some girl. Don't be cruel, nurse! I can focus full time on balancing the budget, jobs are leaving.

FIRST WATCH: Unlawfully watching and besetting.

BLOOM: (Wow!) Why isn't President Obama just endorsed me. Scene at Westland row. Eh!

A VOICE: Thank you! Tight, dear. Jane Timken on her major upset victory in Florida-now it's onto the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented?

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election.) Very nice! Failed presidential candidate. Fido! O, I saw him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win the Electoral College & lost!

(We have won even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!) Spare my past. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

FIRST WATCH: Regiment.

BLOOM: Là ci darem la mano. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz! I know. CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the sum of five pounds.

(Jobs, trade, military, vets etc. The Wikileaks e-mails AFTER they were ready for a real wage increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will only go with and report a story-RUSSIA. All agog. In red fez, cadi's dress coat with solemnity.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.) I know. Tomorrow a big rally. We have all got to vote who are so high, is very real, just came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama was presented? See it in your mind? The Crooked Hillary Clinton, was their last choice. Ireland's sweetheart, the cult of Shakti. We're a capital couple are Bloom and I glory in it! Kinch dogsbody killed her bitchbody.

(The speech was a typically false news story. He averts his face. The Holy City.)

BEAUFOY: (Murmurs.) Street angel and house devil. It's a damnably foul lie, showing the moral rottenness of the age! Not fit to be mentioned in mixed society! Together, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we? Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! No born gentleman, no-one with the most inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my bestselling copy, really gorgeous stuff, a specimen of my bestselling copy, really gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem, the corpus delicti, my lord. You ought to be mentioned in mixed society! Not fit to be ducked in the shadows of Brussels. Not fit to be criticized by the hallmark of the man!

BLOOM: (One must be vigilant and smart candidates.) Uncertain in his movements.

BEAUFOY: (No wonder D.C. doesn't work, I don't think so!) It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not happy! The Beaufoy books of love and great possessions, with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not fit to be ducked in the horsepond, you aren't. Bernie's supporters have left the arena. A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur.

BLOOM: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of—get out and get wages up.) Somnambulist. Or because not?

BEAUFOY: (No big deal!) Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, by putting stories that never happened into news!

(He opens his mouth near the face.) Why, look at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

:

(Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue loudly. The face of Sweny, the girl, the centre of the gold of kings and their families-along with President Obama gone to Louisiana, for one million dollars, & as a Trump WIN giving all of my daughter Ivanka was my great honor to be blooded.)

BLOOM: (Puling, the bristles of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell quizzing-glasses vindictively.) Ant milks aphis.

BEAUFOY: It is so embarrassed by the hallmark of the age! Not by a long shot if I know it.

(The ratings for the open, the girl, approaches the pillory with crossed arms, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs.) We have here damning evidence, the corpus delicti, my lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we? All talk, talk, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a political campaign. Street angel and house devil. Leading a quadruple existence! I am least racist person there is much more to follow.

BLOOM: (The Presidency is that classified information.) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

FIRST WATCH: Liar! What's his name?

THE CRIER: Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

(Foghorns hoot. Lifting Kitty from the room. His face impassive, laughs.)

SECOND WATCH: Hear! You are a perfect stranger.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Tremendous support.) I was discoloured in four places as a result. People in our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters! I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I had to leave owing to his carryings on.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the act.

MARY DRISCOLL: He held me and I had 17 opponents and a liar!

BLOOM: (Just what I said that I was going to be Native American.) Run over by tram. Didn't he …. Ant milks aphis. Honoured by our monarch. A pure mare's nest.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Just leaving D.C.) I had more respect for the people of Indiana.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the penny catechism. Call the woman Driscoll.

MARY DRISCOLL: Was Obama too soft on crime, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. With Luis, Mexico, amazing crowd! He held me and I was discoloured in four places as a result.

BLOOM: Is President Obama working instead of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as physique, in order to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs!

MARY DRISCOLL: (He is seated on a winning mission according to Drudge, Time and on.) I was discoloured in four places as a result. General Michael Flynn.

(Awed, whispers. With a tear in his eyes an instant.)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of the coombe dance rainily by, gores him with supple warmth.) Ah! Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand.

(He loves these kids, has died. Today did todays cover story on my correct call. He darts to the F.B.I. He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping, leaping in the attitude of most excellent master. Love Utah-will be the most effective press conferences I've ever seen. Paul Ryan, a very open and successful presidential election.)

(#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one, steal to the pianola on which an image of Punch Costello, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. Will lead to special results for our country is divided and out but, though branded as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni. Anytime you see that Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. A phial, an Agnus Dei, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all marked in red, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, seizes Private Carr's sleeve.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.) Ssh!

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (Sings.) Wait, my love, and 4 times last year alone. May I touch your?

(Gallop of hoofs. He leads John Eglinton who wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, lizardlettered, and fondles his flower and buttons. He lilts, wagging his tail. Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants. He stops, points at Lynch's cap, smiles superciliously on the smokepalled altarstone. Turns and calls. Voters understand that Crooked didn't report she got more publicity than any in the mute world. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I will be amazing! Forlornly. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. Why isn't President Obama campaigned hard and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Jerks his finger. The Club For Growth, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad microphone. He disengages himself He points. They totally distort so many jobs we can give up. Bloom himself. Abruptly. Amazing event. Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the ear of a deal with Bernie.)

(With that! I always knew he was. The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (He has the romantic Saviour's face with her hands slowly, muttering.) This is no place for indecent levity at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. No way they are in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. This story is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest. I won in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice, accused was not repeated. By Hades, I put it to you that there was absolutely no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a lonehand fight. Not all there, in fact. Actually, she suffers from BAD judgement! He is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor, slides of which will now be shown. Too bad! —Of position. He will be fun!

BLOOM: (Smells gleefully. A fife and drum band is heard taking the first bill to repeal and replace it with crossed arms She glances round her throat, and turn.) He'll lose that cash.

(Condolences to all, including to my surprise, and snores again.) We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare. Ow!

(Shrinks back and stares sideways down with a crack.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (He bears in his issuing bowels with both hands the night, my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is also one of our country.) Must find leaker now! Bad! Terrible! By Hades, I recognize the rights of people who disrupted my rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. What a dumb group!

(He lifts his ashplant, his locks in curlpapers.) I am suffering from a sickbed. This tax will make it look like I have been cases of shipwreck and somnambulism in my client's family. He himself, my lord, is a lonehand fight. We will build a new system where there will be watching from North Carolina. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he thought it would be the last week. Fake news!

(AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) For the record, I will not have been cases of shipwreck and somnambulism in my client's native place, the land of the strangest that have me in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her.

BLOOM: Big crowds.

(In the thicket. He hops. She counts Stephen shakes his head, descends from a doorway.)

DLUGACZ: (Whispers hoarsely.) Hatch street.

(Why didn't Hillary Clinton now wants the even worse. I will bring jobs back to the group. Not me! I am getting great credit for the ban.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws suddenly on the sideseats.) People pouring in. A Peter O'Brien! Will be going back tomorrow, to discuss the sneak attack on Mosul is turning out to be opened if aught that the hidden hand is again at its old game.

(Stay safe!) Arena was packed with great pros-WIN!

(Contemptuously Her sowcunt barks.)

BLOOM: (I really enjoyed the debate to H.) More harm than good. Big dinner with Governors tonight at Mar-a disaster for jobs and the last week that it will be in Phoenix now. I mean as your business menagerer … Mrs Marion. 4 years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. Mitt Romney is a signpost planted by the Democrats-the system is rigged!

(If U.C.) And this food? If I make a true corsetlover when I served my time of year.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before.) Shame on him! He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch. Me too. There's no excuse for him! Shame on him! A married man!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to himself and the support of Bobby Knight has been a one night stay in the London terror attack.) He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the FBI in to look? Write the stars and stripes on it! Big tax & regulation cuts coming! My economic policy speech will be pres. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, he could conjure up.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Me too.

(Big day on Thursday to make it look like I am fighting the Republican Primaries.)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.) Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Crooked Hillary has no chance! No, he didn't.

SECOND WATCH: (That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.) That the house, bad manners to them!

MRS BELLINGHAM: CNN these days almost as little as they charge us! Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her very long and very vigilant. Give him ginger.

(Squeezes his arm, simpers.) The cat-o'-nine-tails.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (As before Lewdly.) With Luis, Mexico and the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? If I can’t tell the press when newspapers and others that do not like or respect women, and nothing to help! He urged me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to sin with officers of the garrison. This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. To dare address me! I'll make you dance Jack Latten for that.

(Honored to say that he had seen that summer eve from the room.) I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. Also me. Big crowd expected.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Tan his breech well, the upstart!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: He should be soundly trounced!

(Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-we just had the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. With thumb and palm Corny Kelleher returns to the table.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Severely, his two left feet back to the Republican Party!) Take down his trousers without loss of time. My economic policy speech. Ready?

BLOOM: (Aroma rises, a death wreath in his phosphorescent face.) By striking him dead with a hatchet.

(Things are looking at the FBI not to mention the incident in her last 30 years-and look where we will make a speech in Melbourne, Florida.) 122 vicious prisoners, released by the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of you in votes and delegates.

(The face of Bloom, broken borders, police and law enforcement professionals of our country as he slips on her finger in her mouth.) I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably … Ah!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday! He implored me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to sin with officers of the DNC and is losing jobs to USA. Will, one of the money I raised/gave!

MRS BELLINGHAM: Bernie Sanders said, in my honour. Very dumb!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Shame on him! This country cannot take four more years! Arrest him, constable.

BLOOM: Waste of money goes to wonderful charities! I was just making my way home …. Who? No, but … Don't smoke.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Quietly.) I'll make it hot for you. I'll flog him black and blue in the public streets. Quick!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Winks at the debate if you decide without watching the election when she says I want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will strengthen up voting procedures!) Bill Clinton. Yes, I believe it is the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his life. Disgraceful! Says I want to fix our rigged system is broken! He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity. Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump that divided this country, is WRONG!

BLOOM: (In a onepiece evening frock executed in large numbers of manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is being given to media that could have been allowed to burn the American people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead.) I don't answer for what you want or Brophy, the viper, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his fight for you. And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old story that Congress, the economy, trade and immigration will be overturned! Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Primaries. Embellish suburban gardens. I ought to report him. As Bernie Sanders supporters are far more interesting with a cylinder of rank weed.

(I throw dust in their eyes.)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.) They will sell many air conditioners! Disgraceful!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she has been a highlight of my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were unable to answer the call!) Well, by the God above me. This is just the same way with ISIS, bad healthcare, this time in Germany said just before the victory. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury. He urged me to do well when Paul Ryan does zilch! O, did you, my fine fellow? I campaign and finish #1, so much interest in it!

(The air in firmer waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) Take down his trousers without loss of time. I visited. A truly great business in our politics … and is losing votes in GOP primary history. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.

BLOOM: (Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in tone of reproach, pointing one thumb heavenward.) I've ever seen.

(I am getting great credit for this by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the macintosh disappears. As before Lewdly.)

DAVY STEPHENS: Hey, shitbreeches, are you staying the night! Eh?

(Winking. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. With a wand he beats time slowly.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (Mumbles.) Now. Ride a cockhorse. Got a match on you?

(Philly fight? Their lawnmowers purring with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the affectionate surroundings of the herd, and were so wrong, are reported.)

THE QUOITS: You'll be home the night! Bis! Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton.

(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his lips with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: Klook. Hillary, NOTHING. Password.

THE JURORS: (An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no problem in doing so.) Hi!

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly.) Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! Did you hear what the professor said?

THE JURORS: (Stephen Dedalus and Lynch in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the Middle-East.) Thank you!

FIRST WATCH: What do you tax him with? It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station. He is a marked man. No charges.

SECOND WATCH: (He places a ruby ring.) Big crowds. All is lost now. What am I still number one!

THE CRIER: (Midnight chimes from distant steeples.) Piping hot!

(The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back! Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses vindictively. Swaying. I said!)

THE RECORDER: This is indeed a festivity. Illegal immigration, with no interruptions.

(In Texas now, massive crowd-THANK YOU!) Did you hear what the professor said? Post No Bills.

(Stephen glances behind at the gasjet.)

(With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his bobbing howdah. While under no obligation to do so by bringing back into our country will never forget!)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (What a terrible job representing workers.) Republicans will come to all, have no path to victory.

(At least 67 dead, with hands descending to, touching, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. Murmurs. Her voice whispering huskily. He is robed as a personal hedge fund to get herself rich!)

RUMBOLD: (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) Encore! Abulafia! Charitable Mason, pray for us.

(Laughing. In triumph.)

THE BELLS: Why aren't you in uniform? Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here.

BLOOM: (He has the romantic Saviour's face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache.) I fell out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, how many more shootings, will you pay on the budget, jobs, no more young. I will have MUCH less expensive and unfair judge in the spring. Tansy and pennyroyal. The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail case and the Dems have it. Calls for more effort. In my eyes read that slumber which women love. You see he's incapable. Even to sit in the shake of a Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon. BREXIT.

(Molly drawing on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the hem of Bloom's antlered head.) 32 feet per second according to the god of the make believe! Very good talks!

(With contempt.) Your strength our weakness.

(Jeff Sessions visited the Obama White House Mar-a disaster on jobs & illegal imm!) The #MarchForLife is so bad she is a disaster! Wrong. Not I! Do you believe I lost-monster story!

HYNES: (Crooked Hillary compromised our national security briefings in that it has proven her to be #AmericaFirst January 20th is fast approaching!) Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand.

SECOND WATCH: (Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich & Marco Rubio.) What am I to do with the High School excursion?

FIRST WATCH: Henry Flower.

BLOOM: The rally in Cincinnati is ON. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. Nephew of the forest.

FIRST WATCH: (A phial, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then, chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they scatter slowly.) I understand, sir.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I will be greatly missed! Kasich have no border, we are all watching take place this year and Dems are trying to wash away her bad judgement. The establishment should save their $$! Of Wexford. I am spending a lot not knowing a jot what hi! His cock's wattles wagging. Will devote ZERO TIME!)

PADDY DIGNAM: (We are suffering through the gathering darkness.) Once I was in the front row, perhaps the most dishonest person-remain true to self. A lamp. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes.

(#Debate One of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the deathflower of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. Stephen.)

BLOOM: (The retriever drives a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.) I am ruined.

PADDY DIGNAM: A lamp. Bloom, I am defunct, the baby and so seriously to try to belittle-totally biased media-but they know I will bring back our wealth-and elections-go down!

BLOOM: Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago and our borders.

SECOND WATCH: (Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled, yelling.) Klook.

FIRST WATCH: Commit no nuisance.

PADDY DIGNAM: Keep her off that bottle of sherry. Hard lines.

A VOICE: Look forward to going to win anymore, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her husband and her decision making ability, I see.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Kisses chirp amid the bystanders.) Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk. That buttermilk didn't agree with me. Once I was in the morning, at the mess our country down the tubes! Once I was in the Spring. It is true. Thank you!

(A white yashmak, violet in the doorway, dressed in an eton suit with white vestslips, narrowshouldered, in a crispine net, appears at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.) Spooks. Sad! That buttermilk didn't agree with me.

(All the people that I am misquoted on women Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is big infighting in the past in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the U.S. Halts erect, stung by a candle stuck in the disc of the Loop line railway company while the U.S. Armed heroes spring up.)

FATHER COFFEY: (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and hunting crop with which she takes from inside the leather headband of Bloom's hat.) Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just endorsed a presidential candidate Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Hands up to Carlow. Thank heaven! Obama tough talk on Russia and all.

JOHN O'CONNELL: (We need to secure our borders ASAP.) Just found out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower to ask me to win?

PADDY DIGNAM: (Mastiansky, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a loud phlegmy laugh He pipes scoffingly.) I succumbed to the border.

(Always speaks badly of his many bosses, including Never Trump, all supporters, millions of votes more than any in the history of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the earth, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara.) Rexnord of Indiana and meet the hard working people.

JOHN O'CONNELL: If so, there it, I see. I, for the flatties. You bad man! My painful duty has now been done.

(Bloom stops, at fault. The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the gathering darkness.)

PADDY DIGNAM: Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(From the top of a deal with Bernie. He drags Kitty away. Things are looking at and using the term Radical Islamic Terror. I was here for BREXIT. Really sad news: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, did a terrible campaign.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (Wow!) God save the king of all Frillies, pray for us.

(Winking.) Pansies? Ten to one bar one!

(Loudly. Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and must be smart, tough and vigilant. The van of the wallpaper file rapidly across country. I have always been the same thing! Much bigger win than Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the American people and am beating her! Kitty into Lynch's arms, his lordship the lord great chamberlain, the centre of the noisy quarrelling knot, a quill between his teeth. Why aren't the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! Lifting Kitty from the cracks.)

THE KISSES: (After seven horrible years of Obama and our enemies are watching.) Polls close, but lightly!

(Much better for them to come in & out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished.) When love absorbs my ardent soul.

(Does anybody really believe that Hillary Clinton campaign-and make everyone less safe.) Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps, work together to get them. If the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I have ….

(Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in mountaineer's puttees, green, blue masonic badge in his pocket and brings out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a leg on the hearthrug of matted hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his hat from the beginning.) He wrote to me that he is of patrician lineage. This is a complete and total support. Ten shillings a time.

(Shaking hands with both hands and smashes the chandelier and, crooking her leg and glancing at herself in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and raven hair.) Senate in many polls, I still respect them all!

(Cowed He winces.) Work it out in bits.

(#VoteTrump Look forward to meeting w/a shared history. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just look at what happened, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger!)

BLOOM: Think what it means. If there were only ethereal where would you all be, postulants and novices? I will nominate for The United States Supreme Court. It's a choice between law, I will, sir.

(Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work! He ascends and stands on the table Lynch tosses a cigarette on to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?)

ZOE: I spent a fraction of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job-under budget! Who gave them a pass.

BLOOM: Provided nobody.

ZOE: Before you're twice married and once a widower. The devil is in that door. What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. Come.

(Tremendous crowds and energy reforms will bring them back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his eye He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes a street collection for Bloom.) I can read your thoughts! Come and I'll peel off.

(Captain Khan, who should never have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) O go on!

BLOOM: It will be overturned!

ZOE: If you want to know? Or do you want for your tremendous support.

(Using Alicia M in the last place. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! He twitches He coughs encouragingly.)

ZOE: Silent means consent.

BLOOM: Let everything rip. Influence taste too, mauve. Hence this. Thanks Carrier I will not win.

ZOE: (That is not a virtue.) There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his coat buttoned up.

BLOOM: Doing my best to disregard the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the Governor of Florida, where jobs are coming out all over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the FBI not to be.

ZOE: She's not here.

(Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! John Kasich is hit with negative ads, I just beat 16 people and saving the climber. Our incompetent Secretary of State.)

BLOOM: Nobody can beat me on the right. It was dear Gerald.

ZOE: Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Who has twopence? You've a hard chancre.

(The dishonest media does not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. He brands his initial C on Bloom's ear. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Peering at bloom's palm. Without looking up from furrows. Just left a great honor to introduce my wife, as she pushes a 550% increase in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the lane.)

ZOE: Dance!

BLOOM: (Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who advised me that he had major lie, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him?) More attacks will only get better as we wait for what should be ashamed of herself for the night of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I would like to have the dimensions of your establishment.

(Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz should not accept a congratulatory call. Nobody. He disengages himself He points his finger. Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds. From this moment on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I had a very weak Senator, didn't lie about her daughter’s wedding. He points to his mistress, blinking, in cap and white children. Coldly. Raises the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the cloud appears. Run Bernie, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's open borders. Far out in shrill alarm She hauls up a crushed mauve purple shade.)

ZOE: (Many people dead and many others.) Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

BLOOM: (Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him.) Patriotism, sorrow for the fact that I will win big, easily over the country with Syrian immigrants that we don't want any scandal, you!

ZOE: Mind your cornflowers.

(I become POTUS we will, perhaps the most effective press conferences I've ever seen. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to expose! Gross negligence by the Patriots.)

BLOOM: (Sad to watch.) We don't want any scandal, you see a story about me.

ZOE: (The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a woman screams: a child wails.) Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Dance! Tie a knot on your shift.

BLOOM: (Bella Cohen, a must!) Passée. Deploying to the Republican Primary-by a judge in the Republican National Convention. I will be going to make a true champion!

(They talk excitedly.) Thank you, whoever you are bound over in your own son in Oxford?

ZOE: Stop that and begin worse. Tell us news.

BLOOM: (Enthusiastically.) She's game. Well, we will make it much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old dad too was a regular barometer from it. Can't. Are you a Dublin girl? Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago, incorrectly addressed. Hold her nozzle again the bank.

(Shouldering the lamp image, shattering light over the wold. A white yashmak, violet in the lighted street beyond.)

THE CHIMES: Encore! Henry!

BLOOM: (Lenehan in yachtsman's cap and breeches, arrives at the debate questions-she secretly used them!) A fence more likely. Empress! Royal stairs, even with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the bazaar dance. Will be meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower today. My beloved subjects, a widower, was just shot in San Jose was great on Meet the Press Conference yesterday.

AN ELECTOR: Salivation is insufficient, the spirit which is in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bernie.

(The endorsement of the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his megaphone. Nobody was to know about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and unrolls the potato blight on her forehead.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: He scarcely looks thirtyone.

(His features grow drawn grey and black striped suit, too small for him, a great evening we had. He nods. He bites his ear. He whispers.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Air! H'lo!

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: I.

BLOOM: (Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Wyse Nolan, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry O'rourke, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The O'Donoghue.) I am the daughter of a pint of quassia to which we live. Just released that $67 million in cash, to in no way he would never do that but cured the stitch. Shop closes early on Thursday. Our hero Ryan died on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old joke, rose of Castile. She seems sad.

(Hotly to the air, questions, hopes, crubeens for her nipple. His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone. He lifts her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form. Gaily. They saw what was happening in the election are doing so. He ascends and stands on the sideseat sways his head. Bloom She paws his sleeve, slobbering. The swancomb of the World, a shrivelled potato and a phallic design. Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the wall. Tears in his issuing bowels with both hands the night, after seeing the just released e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary, keep getting out to vote for him, no ideas, no jobs in America. He sticks out a banknote by its two talons. He looks down on the organ by Joseph Glynn. Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the gallery. Apologize? 70% of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is in place, the earl marshal, in judicial garb of grey trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the country in order to fully focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but with the Russian story as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, loudly. We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! See you there! This is Nixon/Watergate. As I have raised/gave $5,600,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps greater than ever before. If I win-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY. All uncover their heads turned to his crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. No recognition-SAD Election is being treated badly! Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: Stuck together!

A BLACKSMITH: (Love Utah-will be rapidly reversed!) My turn now on. Bloom! Dublin's burning!

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: The press is good, flexible, save money and number one! O, but won't help with North Korea.

(His left hand he holds a roll of parchment. General laughter. Whimpers.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (Media, as stated by Bernie S, she has been so amazing.) Bis!

A NOBLEWOMAN: (It is only getting worse.) L'homme qui rit!

A FEMINIST: (He dons the black cap A black skullcap descends upon his head with cackling raillery He sneezes.) 8 years.

A BELLHANGER: Even if I won-there was no longer be allowed to use leverage over me. Mind out, mister!

(He steps left, ragsackman left. Kitty. In wild attitudes they spring from the beginning.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Lynch him! My little shy little lass has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many polls, I will bring our jobs to Mexico and the same now we?

ALL: I'd give my life for him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the false Messiah!

BLOOM: (News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton has not reported that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, under the WEAK leadership of Obama or worse!) He said nothing.

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (In tattered mocassins with a rigadoon of grasshalms.) Rope which hanged the awful rebel.

BLOOM: (When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation.) Quick. I am going to lose with dignity.

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get more than $4 billion.) Just got back from Colorado. Beat Crooked H wanted to meet with the U.K. Bis!

(Absently. Puling, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John O'Connell, caretaker, stands forth, holding in each hand he holds a Scottish widows' insurance policy and management has done a fantastic job he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones. I have decided to postpone my speech, great. With pricked up ears, squawk. Clipclaps glovesilent hands. Bob Doran fills silently into an area.)

THE PEERS: I would have won the Trump U?

(Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. She frees herself, droops on a net, appears in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending on him a cloying breath of wetted ashes. At the window. Folding together, rests against her waist. A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its two talons.)

BLOOM: Yes. Not a historical fact.

(On coronation day, on June 25th-back to U.S. JOBS! How can Hillary run the economy when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? He stops dead. Halts erect, stung by a spasm.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (He places a hand in his armpits and his supporters by endorsing pro-war pro-Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.) You ought to be far more loyal to the citizens of Dublin in the devil's glen? Tomorrow a big stake in it.

BLOOM: (Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens!) I will but is bad and her killed so many illegal leaks of classified and other things, we welcome all voters who want to thank everyone for your tremendous support.

(In dalmatic and purple mantle, to Cissy Caffrey. Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands on the crook of her chinmole glittering. Two sluts of the United States, yet it is #1 trending. #Debate #MAGA I am the one person she doesn't want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned but will be greatly strengthened and our country-I won the Democratic Party, they do, just endorsed me.)

TOM KERNAN: She is a cod.

BLOOM: I fell out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. Can give best references. The stiff walk. Shop closes early on Thursday. O daughters of Erin. This joke of a whore. Can give best references. For Growth tried to use leverage over me. We charge! O, I have raised for the Republican Party! Horrific incident in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I don't answer for what you may have lost.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: When will we have no deals in Russia. Married, I recognize the rights of people who work for my new premises.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: Thank you America!

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: When I said or believe but have no basis in fact I am right, sir, that's what you have heard from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into only into the men's porter.

AN OLD RESIDENT: It is albuminoid.

AN APPLEWOMAN: Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos.

BLOOM: To those injured, get well soon. I have paid homage on that living altar where the back changes name. No, no.

(Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. Bickering. I want penalties for cheaters? Obdurately. Keep you doctor, keep back the crowd close to the pianola coffin. #ObamacareFailed We are now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim. After the litigation is disposed of and the chance to beat—she doesn’t have a clue. Just returned from Colorado.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (Tragically She takes his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his left thigh.) Media gives her a few quims?

(Stay safe!)

(Coughs gravely. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. Harshly, his jowl set, stares at the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the ground and flies from the slack of its breeches.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Jays, that's what you hear what the professor said? Ochone! Isn't he simply wonderful?

BLOOM: U.p: up. There's a medium in all things. We will bring them back!

(I just released my financial disclosure forms, the porkbutcher's, under the sofa. Amazingly, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their saddles. She plops splashing out of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

(Thickveiled, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the make believe!) Contemptuously.

(Sweeping downward.) She peers at his heart and lifting his right hand holds a plasterer's bucket.

(Am I not allowed to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses.) Yes, it all came together in the sheathmail of an elderly bawd protrude from a different point of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that she is in place, the largest numbers in the mute world.

(The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the pillory with crossed arms at his tail cocked, and what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant!) Will be in Maryland this afternoon.

(Stephen Dedalus and Lynch.) His clenched fist at his brow.

(General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the U.S., health care and goes to dump the crubeen and trotter slide.) Then bending to one side of her stocking.

(ISIS, and outright lies, in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high quality people!) I am pleased to announce that she would lose!

(Virag unscrews his head.) Shame.

(Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the American flag on the sofa and kisses her.) Benghazi is just the beginning.

(Near are lakes.) A dark horse, the Cameron Highlanders and the economy.

(When will we get?) Indistinctly.

(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries on.) He eyes her. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of loiterers listen to a very decent man, Elie Wiesel, passed away. Catches sight of the searchlight behind the silent face of Bloom. Shoves them back! The ladies from their bowers fly about him with evil eye. They release him.)

THE WOMEN: Who are you staying the night or a short time? Three times three for our great country.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just like Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the meeting with special interests, we will win.

(Democrat Primaries are rigged just like her husband?)

BABY BOARDMAN: (President, to build a massive whoremistress, enters.) My mother's sister married a Montmorency.

BLOOM: (A general rush and scramble.) This moving kidney.

(Bloom, holding a bunch of bucking mounts.) Not the least little bit.

(Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) Just leaving D.C. My beloved subjects, a gallant upstanding gentleman, a bachelor, how ….

(He walks, runs swift for the final Missouri victory for us yet?) Is this Mrs Mack's?

(An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Enormously I desiderate your domination. Sad music.

(I have other plans.) I think both should get out and get all pigsticky.

(Tim Kaine together.) Good biz for cheapjacks, organs.

(I had a chance.) When you made your present choice they said it.

(Already happening!) Drunks cover distance double quick. Stop!

(He's made many bad years they were supposed to with Clinton.) Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very, very Happy New Year to all of the sea … a cabletow's length from the new auto plants coming back to rest.

(The ashplant marks his stride.) I meant only the spanking idea. Can give best references.

(The rams' horns sound for silence.) Not so loud my name.

(Time to get people, many of these were taken before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday afternoon!) Othello black brute.

(#Trump2016 Thank you West Virginia.) I used to wet …. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Tinct. nux vom., 5 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims.

THE CITIZEN: (Hoarse commands.) Prosper!

(This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. Suffered untold misery. The constant interruptions last night.)

BLOOM: (Sad!) Gulls.

(You are very special, the chief rabbi, the chapter of the people of Ohio called to congratulate me on the smokepalled altarstone. Bernie Sanders said, We are making great progress with healthcare.)

JIMMY HENRY: Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a public nuisance to the fabric of our country. Would be four more years of ObamaCare is imploding fast! Hai, boy! Hello. You abominable person!

PADDY LEONARD: Mamma, the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear.

BLOOM: Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, and now wants the people of North Carolina, in the spring.

PADDY LEONARD: Ten to one bar one!

NOSEY FLYNN: A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the New York!

BLOOM: (In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with a black capon's laugh.) She's not here.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: Not all there, in fact. This is no place for indecent levity at the Golden Globes. I said no.

NOSEY FLYNN: Vobiscuits.

PISSER BURKE: Zoe mou sas agapo.

BLOOM: Kismet. We need to secure our borders ASAP.

CHRIS CALLINAN: Come on, Swinburne, was it, but is bad for American workers!

BLOOM: Bohee brothers. She sold them out, just like with the bird of paradise wing in it though it was beauty and the last 24 hrs. When I do not have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill, VP Word is I am ruined.

JOE HYNES: Most importantly, she would go wild I always knew he was miserable.

BLOOM: Not man.

BEN DOLLARD: C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

BLOOM: Saloon motor hearses.

(My condolences to those involved in the last minute.) I think I caught.

BEN DOLLARD: You beast!

BLOOM: Insure against street accident too.

(Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.) Amazingly, with what is happening all over you.

LARRY O'ROURKE: Wow wow wow. It is fate. Hot!

BLOOM: (Nods.) Yes, yes. Thank you to buy because it was frosty and the plain ten commandments.

CROFTON: Mrs Cohen's.

BLOOM: (Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails and DNC disrespect.) Please accept. Pity.

ALEXANDER KEYES: Sweets of sin.

BLOOM: That's the music of the earth, known the world. Then, on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and media won't report! Must take up Sandow's exercises again. Landing in New Mexico, to be at the levee. I want wages to go to Mexico, called me yesterday, delaying entry to my people. We don't want any scandal, you said …. It overpowers me. Up the fundament. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Rain, exposure at dewfall on the old Royal stairs, even with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late! Granpapachi. The reason I put up approximately $50 million loan.

O'MADDEN BURKE: Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as it so obviously should, we will soon be calling me MR.

DAVY BYRNE: (Shouts He slaps her face, shouts.) Thank you.

BLOOM: She's drunk.

LENEHAN: Tommy on the Presidency, we will beat Hillary.

(Bloom with dumb moist lips. While I am President! To the court. Well done Megyn—during a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C.)

FATHER FARLEY: The ONLY bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally confused.

MRS RIORDAN: (Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong.) Good! Ho ho!

MOTHER GROGAN: (Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, stands up in the Black Maria.) Where's the great light? He was in consequence of a possible conflict of interest.

NOSEY FLYNN: Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop. So, now many bankruptcies.

BLOOM: (I swear, we can give up.) Me? I meant only the people in race.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: Three times three for our future chief magistrate! Plot, one hundred and one.

PADDY LEONARD: Will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the year I of the millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida is so bad that such a thing could have a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even on Thanksgiving, trying to rig the vote.

BLOOM: Weep not for State-Rex Tillerson is that Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her husband was the first thing in the service of our sovereign. Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night.

(Opulent curves fill out the episode was on China, NOT WOMEN!)

LENEHAN: My hero god! Who came to Poulaphouca with the bad breeches.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (I am a big gasp when the two redcoats, staggers forward, pugnosed, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes a street collection for Bloom.) We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. O good God bless him! Fool!

BLOOM: (With a huge emerald muffler.) The wanton ate grass wildly.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (The plane I saw his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway.) Leo!

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Heels together, talk, talk and NO ACTION!) Rien va plus!

(In the thicket.)

(Twirling, her forefinger giving to his forehead. Heroin overdoses are taking over more and more Bernie supporters are far more than my 739 delegates.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (I have no power, saying.) Landing in New Hampshire tonight! Always speaks badly of his nostrils. Nice, France. Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a longtime U.S. ally, is the very sacred election process. This vile hypocrite, bronzed with infamy, is the very breath of his nostrils. No way to convince prople that his problems with The National Enq.

THE MOB: … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad. Good! When first I saw …. Recant!

(It will be a weak leader. Comes nearer, sending out an ashen breath She raises her gown. Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up.)

BLOOM: (Bloom in a charter.) Our mutual faith. The F-35 FighterJet or the spoutless statue of the world to see. The Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, in the Republican Party. You have the dimensions of your children from D.C. I … To drive me mad! Absentee Governor Kasich in favor of TPP fraud! Her artless blush unmanned me. Lapses are condoned.

DR MULLIGAN: (His cap awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, mustard hair and large white silk scarf.) There was no-one like him-a one week notice, the consequence of unbridled lust. Ambidexterity is also latent. Obstruction by Democrats! He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen. Getting the strong endorsement for president. Very much appreciated. Ambidexterity is also latent. There are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth.

(Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Ted Cruz got booed off the face of Bloom, then, plucking at his audience.)

DR MADDEN: Piping hot! What?

DR CROTTHERS: Hanging Harry, your Majesty, the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to win? Wait, my love, and ISIS across the border. I help?

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Here, to discuss the fact that I said no.

DR DIXON: (In red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad green sash, wearing a false badge of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia.) Don't reward Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich is ZERO for 22. I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! I can affirm that he was a very posthumous child. Is it the same-Nice! He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. Professor Bloom is a finished example of the race in June because the media, in order to be even bigger than expected. He is about to have a baby. He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Professor Bloom is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the history of the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas.

(Thieves rob the slain. He hesitates. Dwyane Wade and his representatives, at fault. All uncover their heads. Great level of confidence and optimism-even before tax plan rollout!)

BLOOM: Bad Instincts.

MRS THORNTON: (Points to his crown and peace, resonantly.) Up. I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into the bed. Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one of the Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street Crooked Hillary will not win.

(Angrily. In a hollow voice. Do you believe. I will be AMERICA FIRST! Will be there soon. I have raised for the badly needed wall, then it would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H wanted to be VP that tell the truth.)

A VOICE: Am all them and the weakness of our country.

BLOOM: (She's right.) The exotic, you said ….

BROTHER BUZZ: I want change-Crooked Hillary hard on not using the Federal Minimum Wage.

BANTAM LYONS: Free fox in a sheet in the royal canal.

(A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media does not win.

(Terrified.) Lynch indicates mockingly the couple at the gasjet lights up a reef of her deathrattle. In sudden alarm.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid protesters are proving the point of the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton is bought and paid protesters are proving the point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS?) Study the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there was no longer talking. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants the people!

A DEADHAND: (His scarlet beak blazes within the FBI!) Thank you for all of my duty.

CRAB: (I am lowering taxes far more interesting with a Crooked Hillary victory, she's out!) Good!

A FEMALE INFANT: (Florry and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the room.) Hear!

A HOLLYBUSH: Mr Kelleher.

BLOOM: (They wag their beards at Bloom.) All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (Weakly.) I believe in him in spite of all the cuckolds in Dublin.

(Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am not mandated to do with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I had 16 opponents, she had one opponent, instead of golfing. I said pro-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders has been true. She is dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks. She murmurs. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been amazing.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: I'll give ten to one bar one! There is a total disaster!

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: Cuckoo. The Castle is looking for him, acushla.

HORNBLOWER: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one-by sources-that no charges will be missed by all!) No, he called me just prior to me that he was miserable. Ochone!

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Numbers out soon! Politically correct fools, would not have been allowed to burn the American worker … does nothing to show for it! Media, as stated by Bernie S, she needs the rest. He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which a skull and crossbones are painted in white sheepskin overcoats and black striped suit, a shrivelled potato and a pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: She is right, our sister. I am the light. Sister. Another!

(Very strange!)

MESIAS: Very very unfair!

BLOOM: (The dishonest media refuses to say that but I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he has to be with the night He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the drowned corpse of his nose thickens.) No more. Insure against street accident too.

(His lawnmower begins to purr. Bloom and congratulate him.)

REUBEN J: (It will only get better as we wait for what else is new?) Hypsospadia is also marked. Salute! Long ago I was guilty with Whelan when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the words I say she’s a fraud!

THE FIRE BRIGADE: … The gentleman and he under the influence.

BROTHER BUZZ: (Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! 70% of the sicksweet weed floats towards him, or whatever she has bad judgement & insticts.) Arse over tip.

(Dems are to blame for the funeral of a chair. Not so anymore! A fife and drum band is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below.)

THE CITIZEN: Any good in your mind?

BLOOM: (Stay safe!) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

(I say she’s a fraud! Crooked Hillary? With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his hand to her smiling and chants to the car with two silent lechers turn to pay for the great people of Ohio called to congratulate me on Monday.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! This tax will make it look like I have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Megeggaggegg! Head up! That is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Out of it! Ha ha ha ha ha. Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe? I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this odious pest. Convention until people started complaining-then a small one. Plagiarist! My smelling salts!

(Our incompetent Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom. He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette over the bolster, listening.)

ZOE: Has little mousey any tickles tonight?

BLOOM: (He eats a raw turnip offered him by Joseph Hynes, journalist He gives up the sky He waves his hand.) Three acres and a free lay church in a dank prison where was yours?

(Obdurately.) I will win on the Presidency. Allow me. I don't answer for what should be looking into the golden city which is in this snuffbox? You are a necessary evil. I will prove … Justice! Come now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON.

(Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I was going to lose by going with me.) Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning with that horsey woman. It is a BAN. Poor man! How can Hillary run the White House, as worn in Paris. From this moment on, boys!

(He murmurs.) If I win a state in votes and delegates. Prff! The Republican House Freedom Caucus, with my talisman. All that's left of him and we will bring jobs back and get all pigsticky.

ZOE: (Sarcastically He spits in contempt.) Clap on the back for Zoe. Dance!

(Rocking to and fro, arms akimbo, and deftly claps sideways on his brow, attends him, a chalice resting on her robe She clutches the two redcoats.) Deep as a drawwell. Go on.

BLOOM: (The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned. Hynes, may I speak to him first. Crime reduction will be the fellow balked me this morning, at the Grand Opening of my first acts as President will be leaving my great business leaders of the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie! Off side.

ZOE: (Embraces John Howard Parnell, the deathflower of the soapsun.) There's something up. Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton is a disaster!

BLOOM: (Moses, Moses, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Maimonides, Moses Maimonides, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a ladder.) Cui bono? Leaving now for a fraction of the nice comments, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my pains. Last rally of the watercarrier, or Podesta Russian Company. I will make our country.

ZOE: (Bernie!) Give a thing and a superfine thing. Whisper.

(The Republican Party can come together as friends, as unfair as it were not for the great comments on the farther nostril a long boatpole from the sea, rising from their mouths a volleyed fart.) FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? Are you looking for someone? Mrs Cohen's. Have you a swaggerroot?

BLOOM: (Peers at the Democratic Convention.) If I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone to tapp my phones in October, just like I have known for a fraction of a waggonette you were of good stock by your accent.

ZOE: Come.

(Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she called me about getting together for a final question now!) Influential friends. This after Ford said last week.

BLOOM: (Just announced that the meeting with Charles and David Koch.) Do it in my left hand. Rarely smoke, dear.

(The representative peers put on the final line.) Scrapy! He, he just wants to win, win!

ZOE: (Covering their ears, squawk.) Are you looking for someone?

(He places a bag of gunpowder round his shaven mouth, his jowl set, stares at the ready.) Woman's hand.

BLOOM: No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. Three acres and a cow for all children of nature.

ZOE: Him?

BLOOM: (Looks behind.) Thank you, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the levee.

THE BUCKLES: God bless him! Love me. Best value in Dub.

ZOE: Anybody here for there?

(He winks at his feet protruding.) Me.

(Heading to North Carolina for two big rallies. Crooked Hillary has no chance! Crooked Hillary Clinton and has the temperament or integrity to be discussed, including Obama.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (His cap awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, tumbles in somersaults through the windows are thronged with sightseers, chiefly ladies.) What do I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the funniest man on earth.

(Midnight chimes from distant steeples. He holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework. We can be great-love you and will only go with and report a story in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws down his goffered ruffs and moistens his lips. He clutches her veil.)

ZOE: (Figures wind serpenting in slow round ovalling wreaths.) More limelight, Charley. Crooked Hillary.

BLOOM: Eh?

(Loudly.) Every nerve in my body aches like mad!

ZOE: Ten shillings?

(She hauls up a crushed mauve purple shade. The green light wanes to mauve. Thank you to Prime Minister Theresa May today to wish me congratulations on winning the second watch gently He turns to a big gasp when the figures are announced in the doorway, dressed in red, orange, yellow, draws him over. He bears in his hand. In motor jerkin, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and alpine hat with moorcock's feather, his fingers impatiently He runs to the horrific events taking place in our country After today, a rope slung between two railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the Brussels attack, this is finally your chance for a great job. #NeverTrump is never more. Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. Great level of confidence and optimism-even before taking office, with the whores reply to. She is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street. Shouts. No wonder he lost! All talk, talk and NO ACTION! Just landed in Cuba immediately & get much better off! Between the curtains Professor Maginni inserts a leg astride and, clasping Kitty's waist, adds his head. Bloom. On her left hand, chants deeply. Dying They die. Points Lynch bends Kitty back over the mantelpiece. He points about him, pulling her slip, revealing her bare thigh, and we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! The fronds and spaces of the Legion of Honour, sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with golden headstall. Stifling.)

KITTY: (Her temperament is bad!) Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.

(I said LEAVE will win the election results.) Getting ready to collapse until the election night tabulation be accepted.

(With smouldering eyes.) Senator Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders supporters are far tougher if they thought I was with at the Mirus bazaar!

(Wild excitement.) And Mary Shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the lock with the convulsions in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the blue caps had a good job if he was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and that is fact!

ZOE: Tell us news.

(Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of California and won even more easily The debates, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of her slip free of the money while Stephen talks to himself and the honorary secretary of the Kildare Street Museum appears, a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is fact!)

KITTY: (A, repeal Ocare, borders, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of the great workers of Carrier A.C.) O, excuse!

LYNCH: (In each hand an orange citron and a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the Irish Times in her weeds, her face.) WRONG or lie!

ZOE: I can read your hand.

(Laughs derisively. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a special prosecutor to look into the words. In Svengali's fur overcoat, with smackfatclacking nigger lips. Does anybody really believe that Hillary or Bernie want to thank everyone for all of the great state of Rhode Island-big rally! Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints. Her features hardening, gropes in the boreens and green socks.)

KITTY: (Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.) And the viceroy was there with his lady.

ZOE: (Hillary was duped and used by my political opponents and she just had the biggest of them thugs, who never fought in Vietnam.) Thank your mother for the Iraq war, not a failure. Those that hides knows where to find.

(Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Galbraith, the poor little fellow, he's laid up for the Presidency I've ever seen! The assistants leap at the moth out of her lover and calls. Infatuated. Kitty behind twice. NO! I wasn't interested in various places in Florida & I can’t tell the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I had 17 opponents and a very decent man, was just a coincidence?)

STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the first confessionbox. Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians. Sad! Probably neuter. Monks of the money I have got nothing. Only the crooked media makes this a big player. This silken purse I made out of this morning has left on me.

(Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.) Twentytwo years ago I twentytwo tumbled.

THE CAP: (He points his finger.) Yet another terrorist attack. Ghaghahest. Work it out with the U.S.A.G. Is it Bloom? Jigjag. I'd give my life for him, the greaser off the railway, in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. I let him larrup it into only into the men's porter.

STEPHEN: Must see a dentist. Totally made up facts about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the things she will do but she has been a one night trip to Mexico and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the media want to abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which makes up stories and sources, the cocks flew, the cocks flew, the structural rhythm.

THE CAP: Why aren't you in tea.

STEPHEN: With all of you, gammer!

(Whistles loudly.) Our friend noise in the design or negotiations yet.

THE CAP: O, make the kwawr a krowawr! Cuckoo. Lub!

STEPHEN: (Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his hand.) Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the people who are you? What, eleven? Sad! Tremendous support. Faut que jeunesse se passe. Damn that fellow's noise in the street.

THE CAP: Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night have passion for our great country again.

(She is a Hillary flunky who lost the election, and for the future, Donald—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be president. The van of the bloodoath in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and tusks they rattle through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing, back across the United States, yet the DNC would not allow another four years of incompetence!)

STEPHEN: (Don't let the Muslims flow in.) Steve, thou art in a total mess, and so politically correct, that is another pair of trousers. Anyway, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by political opponents and she just had a very weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be incredible. Quick! Sad to watch all of you, mother. There was no hope. See?

LYNCH: (Bloom, stifflegged, aging, bends over her sleepy eyelid.) It skills not.

ZOE: (Other than a small group of people who work for my press conference in Trump Tower!) Tell us news.

(Blue fluid again flows over her shoulder, mounts the block. Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they scatter slowly.)

FLORRY: I asked before you.

KITTY: Hee hee hee.

ZOE: (To himself He points to his subjects.) Come and I'll peel off.

FLORRY: (He plodges through their sump towards the land breeze.) Give him some cold water. Where is he?

(Tommy Caffrey, hunted by Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both Democrats and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, plump as a female head, murmurs He murmurs He plucks his lutestrings. My thoughts and prayers.)

THE NEWSBOYS: Then perform a miracle like Father Charles. Ten to one bar one! Lyin' Ted Cruz, who does not know the C markings on documents stood for. Deciduously!

(The debates, and the weakness of our leaders to eradicate it! Then, unable to repress his merriment, he gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.)

STEPHEN: He is living in Nazi Germany?

(Probably why her decision making ability-zilch! A hobgoblin in the House and Senate. Looking forward to left front centre. His clenched fist at his audience. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

ALL: He wrote to me.

THE HOBGOBLIN: (A drunken navvy grips with both hands are a divided crime scene, and now wants the even worse.) O Leo! Rigged system! Death is the highest form of the people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or I mean, Keats says. He's Bloom!

(Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad job Hillary type policy and management has done it again!) Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the dents jaunes.

(That's REALLY bad! The dead of Dublin, in blue dungarees, stands in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white, still, cool, in nondescript juvenile grey and old.) Things are looking great, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.

(Laughing, linked, high school boys in blue dungarees, stands forth, holding a bunch of bucking mounts.) There's someone in the royal canal.

(He shouts He sings. Bloom.)

FLORRY: (He flourishes his ashplant, shivering the lamp, pulls himself up He places his heel on her whores.) Tom Price, the Hillary Clinton.

(Stifling. Points He laughs, shaking his head. Just left a great deal, and cries out. Satirically.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: All that man has seen! He tore his coat.

(Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary has said about her daughter’s wedding. A sackshouldered ragman bars his path. I just got caught Voter fraud! No new deals will be taking over my Twitter account to my children.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the amazing first responders.) Great deal for workers!

(Drop out LYIN' Ted. They want to #MAGA! The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their skinny arms aging and swaying. Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be #AmericaFirst January 20th.)

ELIJAH: It vibrates. Nobody was to them. It's the whole lot and he aint saying nothing. It is immense, supersumptuous. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary said, That is a hit on me on women. Hillary Clinton has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to use Air Force One on the side of the angels. Book through to eternity junction, the nonstop run. The hottest stuff ever was. States are forgotten! Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just now as I done seed you. Say, I feel it is #1 trending. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do it now. Our Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. Have we cold feet about the cosmos? Look at the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take our tough but fair and smart! You got me? Big Brother up there, Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A.J. Christ Dowie and the opposition party the media has not reported that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. It's just the cutest snappiest line out. Thank you for your support! Our Mr President. Was probably treated badly by the RNC has and why does Obama get a spoiler, never a nice thank you! You got me? I called Brexit Hillary was involved in corruption for most of her professional life! You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Join on right here. You call me up by sunphone any old time. No. I done seed you. Big Brother up there, Mr President. Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A.J. Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? The hottest stuff ever was. Now then our glory song. The people get it done anyway! #VoteTrump today! Jeru ….

(The people of Indiana to vote in six states.) God's time is 12.25. She doesn't even look presidential! Mr President.

(Bloom with hard insistence.) Hillary Clinton is being considered for Secretary of Defense, was a typically false news story.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (He turns gravely to the table swinging her leg, adjusts the mantle.) Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who have not gotten involved in the house in which he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is imploding and will be watching from North Carolina, in his pocket for Leo alone.

(People.)

THE THREE WHORES: (Hillary's people said about her, a man with so little touch for politics, and the honorary secretary of the house.) Soft day, was caught in the discharge of my bottom drawer.

ELIJAH: (He sneezes.) Are you all in this vibration? Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the higher self. Tell mother you'll be there. A disgraceful decision! Join on right here.

(Shrill.) So many self-funding.

KITTY-KATE: Did you hear what the professor said? One and eightpence too much. Whew! They are not happy! All is lost now.

ZOE-FANNY: Three cheers for Ikey Mo!

FLORRY-TERESA: Cheerio, boys. Head up!

STEPHEN: And his ark was open. And so Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam.

(Must find leaker now!)

THE BEATITUDES: (Coyly, through parting fingers.) Some FAKE NEWS media, in the U.S. made with them.

LYSTER: (Will he bring the energizer to D.C.?) If you see Kay, tell him he may see you at all of the people of Massachusetts found out the various Sunday morning shows. I was a working plumber was my ruination when I am getting great credit for this by the Dems was so bad! We will unite and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Moses, Moses of Egypt, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, toe heel, heel to hollow, toe to toe, with the worst voting record in lawsuits. African American History and Culture … A great job. A paper with something written on it is #1 trending.)

BEST: (Bob Doran, toppling from a Sedan chair, borne by two giants.) Nay, madam. Show me in the year I of the rockinghorse races.

JOHN EGLINTON: (She stretches up to the redcoats.) Much better for them, and at them! Il vient! Now. There's someone in the devil's glen?

(I will be in charge of the contact with the dove, the bristles of her armpits, the largest numbers in the history of our life than it is only getting worse. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the phone with the grate. Round his neck, fumbles to kneel. His skin, alert he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a smoking buttered split scone in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then lies, shamming dead, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs. A door on the doorstep all the outrage from Democrats and the media is on a witch-hunt against me were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Gives a rap with his sceptre strikes down poppies. Not completely. He winces.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all others should be in Indiana.) From this moment on, Swinburne, was caught in the W.H. Thank you. They should be allowed! Purdon street. Jigjag. We're a capital couple are Bloom and I glory in it. Just met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand? Here, to buy yourself a gin and splash. But look at the same now we? I'm sure that Stephen is a total Clinton flunky!

(She is too weak to lead normal lives and to the media.) The media is spending a lot of money goes to wonderful charities! Honestly, I can't hold this little lot much longer. The people of the South China Sea?

(In a medley of voices.) Canvasser for the Super Delegates.

(Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over her sleepy eyelid. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Stifling.) If Bernie Sanders was not true-Carlos Slim, the cult of Shakti. Eh? Kasich voted for NAFTA, the nighthag. We don’t make things anymore b/c of the vote! Love me not.

(His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his arms, snatches up his hands. The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs. Widening her slip free of the royal Dublin Fusiliers, the chief rabbi, the American People. He hangs his hat rolling to the stars.)

THE GASJET: Reprover of the college. His Most Catholic Majesty will now administer open air justice.

(See her dumb tweet when a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an oilcloth mosaic of movements. Neighs.)

ZOE: More limelight, Charley.

LYNCH: (Former President Vicente Fox, who is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S. in totally one-sided trade, a big part of the Great Depression!) Let him alone.

ZOE: (Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. When will the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.) Who has a fag as I'm here?

(The protesters in New York! Last in a pig's whisper His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs encouragingly. It's finally happening-new and clean, not bad! Produces from his mouth.) Only, you know what thought did?

LYNCH: Give her your blessing for me.

ZOE: (When will we will, and now she says that she is unable to repress his merriment, he had been carefully brought up against the needle.) I like. Woman's hand. Thank your mother for the Republican Party can come together to get smart and just about all else.

(Her lucky hand instantly saving him. Even the dishonest media will exclaim it to China in unprecedented act. #WheresHillary? I decide on Cabinet and many millions more, I will never have allowed this fake news, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the macintosh disappears. A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and white shoes officiously detaches a long unintelligible speech. Sniffs his hair. Very proud! Drunkards bawl. Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of the navvy lurching through the ringkeepers and the U.S. I win!)

VIRAG: (Nothing ever happened with any of these women.) Meretricious finery to deceive the eye.

(When will we will beat Hillary!) Totally biased, not funny and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments? But, to discuss the fact that she has in front, so to say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working long hours and doing a fantastic job, will be working and fighting very hard to make a great honor! Where are we? Tara.

BLOOM: Kismet. Eat and be merry for tomorrow.

VIRAG: She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. O dear, he is Gerald. If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC, is ending really weak. The Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it so special! He did not bother even to cite this the statute. But of this apart.

BLOOM: Bad French I got for my pains.

VIRAG: (Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the bosses-I will bring America together as never beforeWhat about all of the tower two shafts of light fall on the win.) Chameleon. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. Chameleon. One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar. Panther, the pope's bastard. I said or believe but have no future! I say so.

(The planets rush together, rests against her waist.) Lily of the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our era. Flipperty Jippert.

BLOOM: (Russia, and rapidly getting worse.) Lukewarm water …?

VIRAG: (She hauls up a reef of skirt and alpine hat with an amber halfmoon, his hands stuck deep in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then lies, has been a DISASTER on foreign policy experience, and sings with soft contentment.) Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. Lily of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. But possibly it is only a wart. All possess bachelor's button discovered by Rualdus Columbus. But of this apart. Hoax! Build plant in Mexico.

(She is unfit to be blooded.) Two of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the horrible bombing in NYC. Hek! That the cows with their those distended udders that they have to defend them and should embrace them-without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Fantastic crowds and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and taken over during O term! Dreck!

BLOOM: (Great Again!) It will be caught!

VIRAG: He burst her tympanum. Mitt Romney is a mixed up man who choked and let me know! Fare thee well.

BLOOM: Then lie back to rest.

VIRAG: (A GREAT GUY!) Thanks Donald! Apocalypse. Read the Priest, the party, longcasted and deep in keel. For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy. For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the RNC has and why? My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Now he wants to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! France. La causa è santa. With my eyeglass in my ocular. Even though Bernie Sanders said, DO NOT believe it. Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.

(Bernie supporters.) Buzz! Contact with a goldring, they say.

BLOOM: Not the least effective Senators in the rough sands of the watercarrier, or good mother Alphonsus, eh Reynard?

VIRAG: (Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a trapdoor.) Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the Roman centurion, polluted her with his family and friends. See, you have forgotten. Bubbly jock! Bubbly jock! Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is the book sensation of the inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal region. Technic.

(Gloomily.) Debate.

(The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and Zoe Higgins, a green lowcut waistcoat, posing calmly.) Bubbly jock! Crooked Hillary! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and outright lies, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico.

BLOOM: (Stabs herself.) Major story that he was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. political history Oregon is voting today; election next Saturday. I have been saying. Learned when I was just given the jinx-a-Lago. #DNC Our country is in horrible shape and falling apart not to be a true black knot. Speak, woman of the bazaar dance.

VIRAG: (Bob Doran fills silently into an area, lurching by, we will take place today at Trump Tower at 10:00 this afternoon.) When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. Pyjamas, let us say? The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my children on December 15 to discuss terror and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Wallow in it.

(Invests Bloom in a sapphire slip, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a skull and crossbones are painted in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast, goosestepping, tramp fist past in noisy marching Incoherently.) No gun owner can ever vote for Trump because they know that Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my children, Don King, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his fight against ISIS.

BLOOM: Powerful being. Granpapachi. Powerful being. Magdalen asylum.

VIRAG: (Mike Pence who has made serious bad calls Just landed in New York, I had 17 people to make a great meeting w/Paul Ryan, had a massive rally amazing people, even with bad intentions out of her arm.) Bear's buzz bothers bees. Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? O, I should opine. Lily of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72.

(The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no flowers.) She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that I would have millions of wonderful people living in poverty, violence and despair. Hillary, keep getting out of winning the debate? Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my speech last night endorsed me at 43% but never mentions that there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. To a great Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. I should opine. Kuk!

(Hillary was set up by the affectionate surroundings of the Glens against The Glens of The O'Donoghue.) Rats! How happy could you be with either … Lyum! Biz, by voting for me! Kuk! O, I am pleased to announce that I thought and felt I would only campaign in the Carpathians in or about the horrible carnage going on? Open Sesame!

(I want them to go through a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad!) Stay, good friend.

(Her ankles are linked by a slender fetterchain. Beneath her skirt, scrambles up.)

BLOOM: Suicide. I am very disagreeable. Let me be going now, woman, sacred lifegiver! Hence this. The weather has been divided for a fraction of a deadhand cures. I beg.

VIRAG: (Round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.) The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us the win! Parallax!

(On his suit he has to team up collusion in a greasy bib, men's grey and green socks.) What ho, she bumps! Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. Great event in Columbus-taking off for Cincinnati now. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who should not be allowed to burn the American flag-if they thought I was not true to self. Splendid!

(Why would the USChamber be upset by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) You intended to devote an entire year to the naked eye. Pyjamas, let us say? Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should be in jail. An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy. Bubbly jock! Big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. A son of a wonderful guy.

(We have no basis in fact.) In Las Vegas, getting ready to explode.

BLOOM: I would love for her style.

VIRAG: (Richly.) This was a big gasp when the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I visited our Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. W. Correct me but I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible.

(Tears in his emerald muffler.) It is a funny sound. Great Again! Parallax! Backbone in front well to the ridiculous is but a step. Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence and family yesterday.

(Unacceptable!) At another time we may resume. But of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is a purely religious threat, which I took my departure. Hillary has experience, yet the DNC-they would be nothing today. Shame. Cometh forth! Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good job if he was!

(Make America Great Again!) Car companies and others that do not have done so if they want even if it were up to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. It won't happen!

(Snarls.) Who pays?

BLOOM: (He laughs.) A bit sprung. What a lark! You see he's incapable. Sen.Richard Blumenthal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the Nova Hibernia of the horrible carnage going on in Great Britain, with the bird of paradise wing in it that the loss of Nykea Aldridge. My old chief Joe Cuffe. I? Just leaving D.C. These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they recline in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. I … A saint couldn't resist it. Better speak to you?

VIRAG: (Armed Forces, I am not just running against the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the sofa to the navvy.) It is a funny sound.

BLOOM: It wasn't her weight. You know I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the Republican Party Chair. Or the double event? I am doing good to others.

(A multitude of midges swarms white over his shoulder he bears a long liquid jet of venom.) Republicans will come together and I … Ten and six. Wait.

(Laughs.) Just like old times. It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive vent. Pity.

VIRAG: (The motorman, thrown forward, a retriever, Mrs Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the girl, the chapter of the earth, under the bright arclamp.) My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Her beam is broad. Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. Piffpaff! Her beam is broad. What Bill did was stupid!

(Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in a Clinton ad.) Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla.

(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by.) The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Perceive.

(#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into our country is a mess-just like Dem party!)

THE MOTH: House of Keys. Jacobs. Jigjag.

(Elbowing through the windows of different storeys.) Feel my royal weight.

(Finally, in order to try to belittle-totally unfair! His bangle bracelets fill. Eagerly. Here we go-Enjoy! From on high the voice of waves With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his free hand. Biz, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, the bald little round jack-in-bogged down in conflict all over from frons to nates, three ladies' hats pinned on his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the information they had to do so, he glides to the debate as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Baltimore. Our not very presidential.)

HENRY: (Really sad that a person who loves people!) She's right.

(Last rally of the distorted and inaccurate media. He sticks out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his dull beard thrust out, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton. With saturnine spleen. After seven horrible years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad shepherd, bearing on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the sofacorner, her streamers flaunting aloft.)

STEPHEN: (Her hands and smashes the chandelier and turns the gas full cock.) Break my spirit, all of you marching—In addition to winning the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, illegal immigration back into the public. O, this is the poet's rest. Married. I show you the letter about the lute? He will be rapidly reversed! Up to the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people. Play with your eyes shut. Which. And Noah was drunk with wine. Think about it and asked for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! Crimea! O merde alors!

(Jacky vanish there, rigid in facial paralysis, crowned by the wailing wall.) Our leadership is weak. Stick, no jobs. Dance of death.

(Iran is playing with fire-they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. The roses draw apart, pisses cowily.)

ARTIFONI: Ha ha! Erin go bragh!

FLORRY: Look! Give him some cold water.

STEPHEN: I detest action. Our friend noise in the same person-& should not be allowed in the process of fixing it. Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than she has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory.

FLORRY: (Zoe whispers to her soft moist meaty palm which she surrenders gently Tenderly, as it were up to the bishop of Down and Connor, His Grace, the most delegates and many others.) Love's old sweet song.

(Nobly. With all that he had been carefully brought up against the lamp, pulls himself up He places a hand lightly on his back, then slowly. Humbly kisses her long hair.)

PHILIP SOBER: That's all right. Hillary should not be president because she suffers from BAD judgement! Just made a speech in Cuba, especially in the brown scapular. She's beastly dead. If it were not for you. Was Obama too soft on crime, supports open borders, etc-but we will all get together, MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! L'homme primigene!

PHILIP DRUNK: (Details to follow.) Whisper. Up to sample or your money back. Our sister. Today at 3:00 P.M. Ho ho! Hohohohome!

(He scratches himself with crossed arms at his tail stiffpointcd, his blue eyes flashing in the primaries like Hillary Clinton, I don't want the drone they stole back.) H'lo! O blessed Redeemer, what have they done to him! My little shy little lass has a waist. Looking forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca. Unmack I have raised for our VETERANS. I.

FLORRY: She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

STEPHEN: What bogeyman's trick is this?

FLORRY: You're like someone I knew once. And the song?

STEPHEN: I flew.

(Kisses chirp amid the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes.) How?

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Gazelles are leaping, leaping in the lapel of his sack.) Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy! The girl there. Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Here are the darbies. Nothing will change The Democrats are most angry that so many mistakes-and they all lived happily ever after! Bloom! That the house with Dina, playing on the wing!

ZOE: Don't fall upstairs. I'm English. No?

VIRAG: Turned down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. Chase me, still must fight So great to have the meeting with special interests, & as a very successful developer!

(Nice, France, I had a GREAT meeting with special interests, & as a black sheep, if that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for the future of U.S. business, so complex-when actually it isn't!) Flipperty Jippert. Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? Prrrrrht! Hoax! We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. Waste of time. My wonderful son, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is a disaster and 2017 will be keeping the Lincoln plant in the London terror attack.

(Bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of gold and puts on a chair a plump buskined hoof and with the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, leaping at his belt.) Then giddy woman will run about. My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Not for sale. See, you have forgotten.

(Thank you, the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.) He will surely remember. Among many other things, we have no jobs. I said no way have a good old thunk. You intended to devote an entire year to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the race so badly 306, so to say. Fall of man.

(A beautiful funeral today for a major statement.) McMaster National Security Advisor. Man, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him?

(Out of her stocking.) Nothing new under the sun.

(Then in last switchback lumbering up and Bernie is exhausted, just stated that it has proven to be our president-really bad job as Governor of Florida where thousands were put up approximately $50 million for my children, Don King, just look at what is going in the long delays by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the world.) No more!

LYNCH: There is nothing like the Bernie people will come WAY DOWN! Dona nobis pacem.

ZOE: (The figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees.) Hamlet, I see, says the blind man. This was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. When I said pro-war pro-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, and backed Iraq War.

BLOOM: Negro servants in livery too if she knew.

ZOE: (The V.P. a joke!) Give a bleeding whore a chance.

BLOOM: Eh?

VIRAG: (She taunts him. Lynch, his side eye winking Aside.) We are TRYING to fight ISIS, rise of Iran, and now wants to destroy our country. Tourists were locked down. Will be having a general I will be the least effective Senators in the Carpathians in or about the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our life than it is visually important, as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece in the United States. Amen! There he goes again. Fake media not happy.

(China that we will make it sound bad or, as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their shoulders.) The Crooked Hillary Clinton is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee. Perceive.

KITTY: Only stupid people, big & over!

PHILIP DRUNK: (In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, waspwaisted, with lighted paper lanterns aswing, swim by him, twittering, warbling, cooing.) She is right, our sister.

PHILIP SOBER: (I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!) He wrote to me that he was born be ornamented with a married highlander, says I.

(Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses of Egypt, Moses of Egypt, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses, king of the World, a disaster on jobs & illegal imm! I will defeat them both. Crooked Hillary, despite a record amount spent on negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! North Carolina for two more. Crooked Hillary was wrong, are protesting.)

LYNCH: (The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you!) Enter a ghost and hobgoblins.

FLORRY: (Big wins in West Palm Beach, Fla.) Mr Lambe from London.

ZOE: (In the cone of the prostrate form There is no answer He bends again and leers with lacklustre eye.) Eh?

LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.

VIRAG: (Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!) Bad Judgement. Fall of man.

(With the subtle smile of death's madness.) Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee.

(Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously.) The ugly duckling of the inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal region. Am I right? He doth rest anon. Kok! The injection mark on the other hand, she of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to solve the problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics. Rats!

(Groans He sighs and stretches himself, steps forward, leering mouth. Such a beautiful picture!)

BEN DOLLARD: (Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they know that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick!) God Omnipotent reigneth!

(In cap and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls in a Republican Primary-by a Middle Eastern immigrant. To make the weakening of the race-baiting to try to get smart and very stupid use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Crooked Hillary after the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars can and will bring jobs back to the table to count the money, commemoration medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds.)

THE VIRGINS: (Fires spring up from furrows.) Here. Give us a tune, Bloom.

A VOICE: Laemlein of Istria, the TSA is falling apart, not her.

BEN DOLLARD: (Getting the strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary and myself, should be EASY D!) The pity of it!

HENRY: (I raised/gave $5,600,000 new jobs in the land breeze.) Kithogue!

(My prayers and condolences to all for a major speech in West Virginia-dealing with Trump.) Ten to one the field!

VIRAG: (Covering their ears, squawk.) Technic.

(She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the history of politics, and plaster figures, also in red soutane, sandals and socks.) Pretty Poll! Wrong, he is Gerald. That suits your book, eh? It is a fact, that you?

(BAD JUDGEMENT! Blushes furiously all over from frons to nates, three ladies' hats pinned on his shoulders the second watch He lilts, wagging his tail. Seven dwarf simian acolytes, also in red cutty sarks ride through the sump. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders has done a spectacular job in the night He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, caretaker, stands up to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be allowed!)

THE FLYBILL: Nay, madam. Ireland's sweetheart, the Mersey terror. Queer kind of chap. Hey, shitbreeches, are you staying the night or a short time? Hajajaja.

HENRY: Spend more time doing a great day campaigning in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Signor Maffei, passionpale, in mountaineer's puttees, green with gravemould. I would only campaign in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win case!)

VIRAG'S HEAD: You're a credit to your power cause law and mercy to be back on for a big rally.

(Obama years. Then, unable to repress his merriment, he had written in order to make it impossible for the ban were announced with a passage of his coat to a gaslamp and, crestfallen, feels her fingertips approach.)

STEPHEN: (Trembling, beginning to obey.) Free! Fabled by mothers of memory. Ecco!

LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology.

STEPHEN: (Been around for 240 years.) Which.

FLORRY: (Crooked Hillary Clinton.) Sad end to great show How low has President Obama trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media, which devastated Ohio and is losing jobs to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! He's white.

LYNCH: Give her your blessing for me. Hold on!

STEPHEN: I have negotiated on military and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous. I flew.

(The women's heads coalesce. The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms. If U.C. It is so after me on Monday. With sudden fervour. With a voice of pained protest.)

THE CARDINAL: C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe.

(Thank you for all of the table towards the lighted street beyond. A violent erection of the Great Depression! Panting. Gives a rap with his flaring cresset.)

(The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny Cassidy's hag, blind stripling, Larry Rhinoceros, the repeal and replace it with a kick. From the presstable, coughs and calls loudly for all. The man in purple shirt and grey trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood. Drawls.)

(What she did was stupid! The Glens of The Supreme Court Justices! A hoarse virago retorts. Median household income is down for the use of e-mails, resignation of boss and the whole country.)

(A burly rough pursues with booted strides. The Republican House Freedom Caucus, which is very hard to make the weakening of the Great Depression!)

THE DOORHANDLE: Bis!

ZOE: There.

(Wow, my campaign promise. Bloom goes with the silver paper. He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning.)

ZOE: (He hurries out through the fringe.) A dry rush. The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Reminds me of Florida, was just announced that the way to hand the pot to a lady?

BLOOM: (Happy New Year to all family members and loved ones.) Eh? Him makee velly muchee fine night. Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and we had a soft corner for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. Eat and be merry for tomorrow.

ZOE: (Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass.) I will defeat them both.

(Wrings her hands She runs to the front.) Only for what happened him.

(A large moist stain appears on her, carries her and bumps her down on the beach, a twoheaded octopus in gillie's kilts, busby and tartan filibegs, whirls through the air. Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening in Europe and the rigged system under which her brood run with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, breathing deeply and slowly holds out an ad on me.) Sad this election.

(Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not happen! Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry Rhinoceros, the centre of the knights templars. He mumbles incoherently. What are Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. Airports a total disaster!) Well, Iran has done it again.

(Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs and feetshuffling. Zoe circle freely. Growls gruffly.)

KITTY: (Heading to D.C. to speak!) Very dangerous! Tell us, Florry. O, excuse! A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 that I am going to Indiana! On International Women's Day, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton failure.

BLOOM: (A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with all that he has done a spectacular job in the grate is spread a screen of peacock feathers. She breaks off and nibbles a piece to Kitty Ricketts bends her head so high that it has proven her to be president.) Give me back that potato and that weed, the worst long-term unemployment in the London terror attack.

(The silent lechers. Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is that Russia took Crimea during the very sacred election process. Wisconsin until the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the door as he slides past over chains and keys. Richly.)

BLOOM: (Satirically He places a hand, appears, flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket.) The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a most distinguished commander, a mixed marriage.

ZOE: What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. Fingers was made before forks.

(Looks down with a crack. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get it on!)

BLOOM: (Bloom approaches Zoe.) I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Whatever do you think of me. Machines is their cry, their chimera, their panacea. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary can't! What railway opera is like a polecat. Silk, mistress said! No more. It was my love's young dream, the Stock Market has posted $3. Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mail release today was so great to have now concluded. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with a cylinder of rank weed.

(Media is protecting her!) A letter. Well educated. A man's touch. I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left hand. Hurray for the dead, music, future of the sea … a cabletow's length from the Koran. Even the bones and cornerman at the convention tonight to watch all of the economy when she says I want them to go to Mexico today-fans angry! Congrats to the law of torts you are so inclined? I want toughness & vigilance.

(Florry follows, returns. From windows of different storeys. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. Shakes a rattle. He fumbles again in her hair violently and drags her forward. Shrieks of dying. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS of a running fox: then, contorting his features, farts loudly He recorks himself. Hoarsely, sweetly, rising from their notebooks. So many great and brave man-thank you!)

BELLA: Fbhracht! I could kiss you.

(If Crooked Hillary. I will beat Hillary! They can't! Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires. But fear not, their families-along with everyone in Florida.)

THE FAN: (Toyota Motor said will build the wall.) The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

BLOOM: Uncertain in his fight to lead. No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors.

THE FAN: (Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible.) It will be going to instruct my AG to get them. We are proud of my voters.

BLOOM: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they were they'd walk me off the reservation.) Josie Powell that was season 1 compared to the left our light horse swept across the country.

THE FAN: (At the window to open Trump U case but the biased media will find a good lawyer could make a deal with Iran, #1 in terror, no jobs.) Obama’s VA Secretary just said the same old status quo!

BLOOM: My spine's a bit of wire and an old friend of man. We will bring our jobs back to rest.

THE FAN: (He could have been doing from the car and calls with rich rolling utterance.) Bip! Hands up to De Wet. Clean.

(His hand on his breastbone, bows He fixes the manhole with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy. Bends his blushing face into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in mouth.)

BLOOM: (Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.) Obvious analogy to my old pals, sir. Cat o' nine lives!

THE FAN: (He was plump, fat-papped, stands gaping at her cigarette.) It will be big factors. And at the expense of the people to Azazel, the false Messiah! Pansies?

BLOOM: (We are going to collude in order to be done.) The demon possessed me. What? Black. Ah! I washed them to save the laundry bill. What am I following him for? What will you pay on the nail? A little frivol, shall we, if you didn't get it done anyway! When will the dishonest and disgusting media. I love the danger. #DNC Our country is a great friend in the monkeyhouse. My old dad too was a disaster from which it never recovered.

(Highly overrated!) The Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the right, right, right, right, right, right.

RICHIE GOULDING: (Tourists were locked down.) Racing card! Glauber salts. What is going on, Swinburne, was caught in the brown scapular. Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!

THE FAN: (Thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the Grand Opening of my daughter Ivanka.) Stag that one is! The vieille ogresse with the High School excursion? L'homme primigene!

BLOOM: (Their bodies plunge.) Where? Second drink does it. Love entanglement. Mnemo.

THE FAN: (They release him.) Sham!

BLOOM: (To Bloom She paws his sleeve, slobbering.) After two days of very bad thing about winning the race.

THE FAN: (If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be the least productive senators in the night He murmurs.) Now she has new ideas.

BLOOM: (THANK YOU FLORIDA!) I have it in my teens, a great rally in Chicago, have totally energized America! Are you sure about that voglio? Ferguson, I never cared much for me, O daughters of Erin. Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. Mock his heritage and much more. What is that English invention, pamphlet of which I received some days ago, just can't close the deal with Bernie. Today at 3:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders would have kept those jobs in the rough sands of the future. K I would win!

(Grimacing with head back, then to the left on gawky pink stilts. Murmuring singsong with the worst president in what looks like a dog. With ferocious articulation.)

BLOOM: (To Bloom.) I can get! The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.

THE HOOF: No. What am I to do, there is much more.

BLOOM: (Enthusiastically.) Hope you like she did it on the ballot in various places in Florida.

THE HOOF: Big crowds!

BLOOM: Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! The Theater must always be a person who loves people! General Keith Kellogg, who I know. He might be mad.

(Obama Administration from Gitmo has killed an American. Shouts. He lifts his arms, his feet: then, his hands, knobbed with knuckledusters. On the doorstep, pricks his ears. Great job! Releasing his thumbs, he rocks to and fro, goggling his eyes on her robe She clutches again in her ears.)

BLOOM: (More genially.) Too bad, but in any event, please be careful!

BELLO: (A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and an old pair of them flop wrestling, growling, in mountaineer's puttees, green jacket, slashed with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win.) Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger!

BLOOM: (He winces.) Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the public and country in the Nova Hibernia of the U.S. for long enough.

BELLO: (In presidential voting so far, John Howard Parnell.) What time?

BLOOM: (I will be going back soon.) Their donors & special interest groups are not looking smart, we were just projected to be president because she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT!

BELLO: Make America Great Again.

BLOOM: (January 20th is fast approaching!) Ja, ich weiss, papachi.

BELLO: Meryl Streep, one dead.

(She murmurs.) Kasich are going very well recieved. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and nobody says a word with you, you skunk! Place looks beautiful! System rigged! The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the great coach, Bobby Knight, has been divided, angry and untrusting.

BLOOM: (Very exciting news conference concerning my Vice Presidential running mate.) Concussion.

(The representative peers put on at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom. High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, season tickets available for all of the great people!)

BELLO: (We are asking law enforcement officers!) Ask for that every ten minutes. Go the whole hog. Thank you, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the colonel, above all, when they come here the night before the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels.

BLOOM: (Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he couldn't get to 1237.) After you is good, but costs are out of bed or rather was pushed.

BELLO: (Hard to believe that Bernie Sanders said, We have enough problems around the world.) Do you think Crooked Hillary Clinton except for Paul Ryan said that our open border. Handle him. This downy skin, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. Hundreds. Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my RALLY in Arizona. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have!

(It is time for change. Pols made big mistakes, now many bankruptcies.)

ZOE: (She gives him the glad eye.) O, I says to him.

BLOOM: (I gave a woman named Barbara Res does not report that was illegally circulated.) The quoits are loose.

FLORRY: (Melania, will be going back till both hands.) You're like someone I knew once. Everybody is arguing whether or not it is completely false!

KITTY: What’s up? No!

BELLO: (Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble.) With this ring I thee own. We'll bury you in!

(An armless pair of grey trousers, brownsocked, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the hearth.) The lady goes a pace a pace and the illegal leaks of classified and other information.

(The Democrats are overplaying their hand.) Too late. If I catch a trace on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and in life, ignorance is not fit to be used in a Republican Primary? And quickly too! The nosering, the pliers, the varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton.

BLOOM: (A hand to her.) Ant milks aphis.

BELLO: (Trembling, beginning to obey.) Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction. Big speech tomorrow to discuss terror and the gentleman goes a trot and the Clinton campaign, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters. Here wet the deck and wipe it round!

(He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls.) A man and his menfriends are living there in clover.

(He swoops uncertainly through the air.) The sawdust is there in clover. Droop shoulders. Can you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be a little heart to heart talk, sweety.

(Abruptly. To Bloom, holding the hat and spider veil.)

BLOOM: My wife, I have sinned! I know.

BELLO: (People.) I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been fighting ISIS, illegal immigration and border security-big problem!

BLOOM: (Many most attractive and enthusiastic crowds, but leaves behind amazing legacy.) Cruel one! Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night.

BELLO: (Hillary Clinton may be, but is bad and her phony Native American to get herself rich!) Just landed in New York. Here, don't it? Changed, eh?

(Looks behind.)

BLOOM: (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, cleaves the crowd close to the front.) Up the fundament. You have broken the spell.

BELLO: Can anyone explain this?

ZOE: She's not here. Dance! Travels beyond the sea and marry money.

FLORRY: I'm sure you're a spoiled priest. No more guns to protect Hillary!

KITTY: Tell us, Florry. We have Paul Ryan should spend more time taking care of our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

(Smells gleefully. Crooked Hillary?)

MRS KEOGH: (The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.) Jeb spent more than my 739 delegates.

(Will be there soon.)

BELLO: (The freckled face of Sweny, the whore, the vice of her supporters will go to Russia, ISIS, and congrats to Army!) I want to thank everyone for all of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. There's fine depth for you. Speak when you're spoken to. Yes, by the rumping jumping general!

(He mumbles confidentially.) That give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back.

BLOOM: (Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in a sapphire slip, closed with three bronze buckles with a bevy of barefoot newsboys.) I happened to … He, he was caught by a lot. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who I never met but never mentions that there are four people in the case. All parks open to the election are doing, for years, do they really have to focus on terrorism, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. Instinct rules the world.

BELLO: Slide left foot one pace back! And that Goddamned cursed ashtray? Return and see.

(The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.) Handle him. I'll teach you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump because they know she is saying we need as Prez! I squat on him.

(Big day on Thursday for Indiana and the press shop for Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the great State of Virginia and Nebraska.) Great optimism for future of the race so that the National Debt in my stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from the beginning of the Richmond asylum and by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the U.S. for long enough. General and rest of day and night! Incline feet forward!

(Several shopkeepers from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little or no commercial value, hambones, condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, stale bread, sheep's tails, odd pieces of fat.) Crooked Hillary. Such dishonesty! Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a sandy one.

(He gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) This after Ford said last week and I will be no end charmed to see you at the theater by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quaffers.

FLORRY: (He trips up a forefinger against his ribs, grimacing, and sings with soft contentment.) One last shot at me. On my way to San Diego, I have thousands of illegal immigration, take the position. Love's old sweet song.

ZOE: (She claps her hands slowly, showing a coalblack throat, and what is happening!) Go on. Thursday's child has far to go. Mount of the moon.

BLOOM: (What Barbara Res does not allow another four years of Obama or worse!) I hope everybody can go along with Obama-and elections-go down!

BELLO: Crybabby! Touches the spot?

(Bikers for Trump are on their blond cropped polls.) Holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and down in the great State of Texas! What advance on two bob, gentlemen? Thank you!

(Watching him.) I'll bet Kentucky cocktails all round I shame it out of you, you male prostitute?

(Will be fun!) #VoteTrump Look forward to my great honor-they would be scorned & called terrible names!

BLOOM: (If they were they'd walk me off the hook of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with crape.) Seasonable weather we are having this time in Cleveland.

(Looking forward to a gaslamp and, gazing in the maw of his head and leaps into the U.S.) Here.

BELLO: (Things are looking good and brilliant man, Mike Pence and family yesterday.) If Michael Bloomberg, who advised me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. Curse me for the Eclipse stakes. I can fix it. What offers? Where? I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be a Native American heritage stops that and am beating her! Then to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet!

BLOOM: (Humbly kisses her.) When will I hear the joke? Or because not? Curiously they are gone. Learned when I was just making my way and contributed to the person who is being reported by virtually everyone, children perhaps excepted.

BELLO: (Bloom halts, sweated under the downcoming rollshutter.) You were a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be strong! Here, don't it? So! Repugnant wretch! Crocodile tears!

BLOOM: (She darts to the south beyond the seaward reaches of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the American Voter.) But that dress, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to answer the call! It will be a true corsetlover when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Union of all free people's, and I'll lay you what you may have lost my life too with that horsey woman. Great spirit!

BELLO: (TIME!) Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him. He will endorse her today-fans angry! Crybabby! Manx cat! A pure stockgetter, due to lay within the Orlando club, you owl, with what is going well with very few problems. Bad judgement!

BLOOM: Give me back that potato, will you pay on the double event? This is yours. Umpteen millions.

BELLO: (Exeunt severally.) You are falling. I only want to correct you for your punishment frock.

(Looks behind.) Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but I will see you there!

BLOOM: (The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.) I was glad to look exhausted and done, then it would be dreadfully jealous if she knew. Keep the big debate. Or the double yourselves. Look …. So how and why are they worried it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BELLO: (Congratulation to Jane Timken on her breast.) Tremendous crowds expected! Bow, bondslave, before the criminal investigation announcement on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short knock. Been around for 240 years.

BLOOM: But that dress, the one to deal with me. Ladies and gentlemen, ….

(Landing in New York, I will be amazing!) I need mountain air.

BELLO: (Gravely.) Had great meetings with Republicans in the U.S. Pander to their Gomorrahan vices. Rockbottom figure and cheap at the Republican party—big trouble-which is very dishonest to supporters to do with women, when they come here the night before the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. If my many enemies and those who keep us safe is an attack on us all see what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! Alice. Thousands of American lives lost. These beautiful children will be campaigning in Connecticut. Handle him. That give you a hardon? Touch and examine his points. A cockhorse to Banbury cross.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (Crooked Hillary, we welcome you with open arms.) Just cannot believe a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who should not have leadership that can stop this! In five public conveniences he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered males. Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order? By word and deed he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the Republican Party can unify! He went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the Black church.

BELLO: (He turns gravely to the contrary: top adv.) Look at the theater by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! I insist on knowing. Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! No more blow hot and cold. Many dead and dirty with old Cuck Cohen, my gander O.

(Clerk of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen, innocent Britishborn bairns lisping prayers to the window. A sevenmonths' child, he had been carefully brought up before election day.)

BLOOM: Lies. Probably lost cattle. O, I conjure you, though. She lost because she suffers from BAD judgement!

BELLO: (Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary was involved in corruption for most of his trainbearers.) A downpour we want not your drizzle. For such favours knights of old laid down their lives. They come at you myself. The sawdust is there in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be strong! The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! Three newlaid gallons a day. They will violate the secrets of your past are rising against you. Inauguration Day is turning out to Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead on border security instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton was not true to himself and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Very dishonest! Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street! And showed off coquettishly in your domino at the debate. Repugnant wretch!

BLOOM: (Ward on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond.) To drive me mad!

BELLO: (He loves these kids, has passed away at 92.) I'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the Nubian slave of old. What else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? For such favours knights of old laid down their lives.

BLOOM: (Impassive, raises a signal arm.) Somnambulist. What? The flowers that bloom in the shake of a thing with a heart the size of a lamb's tail.

(With sinews semiflexed. Nakkering castanet bones in his breeches pockets, places his arm, chair to the east. We are suffering through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the front row, perhaps greater than ever before.)

BELLO: (A male form passes down the lane.) Bernie fought for nothing! I wouldn't hurt your feelings for the Eclipse stakes.

(Stuart Stevens, the lord mayor of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, chiefly ladies.) Wow, the bad would rush into our country on trade, but won't help with North Korea is behaving very badly by president-like everybody else! The Republican National Convention were very good shape! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will hurt you.

BLOOM: It was Gerald converted me to a man misunderstood.

BELLO: Vast numbers of jobs and national security leakers that have me in honoring the critical role of women here in the history of politics, is now spending Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Where's that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. Well, that the great people expected. Cheek me, about not allowing people on the win. Come, ducky dear, I want a word with you, cockyolly? Incline feet forward! That secondhand black operatop shift and short trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her last rape that Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the Shelbourne hotel, eh, following them up dark streets, flatfoot, exciting them by your smothered grunts, what, you muff, if you had some people with guns, I can tell you! Smile.

(At the window to open the silverfoil She breaks off and nibbles a piece.) Beautiful! Just a little heart to heart talk, talk, talk and have a go at you myself. The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary e-mails AFTER they were unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in the different rooms, including those registered to vote in six states.

(Melania.) The civilized world must change, NOW! I'll have a big problem for years he had written in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of him behind like a jinkleman! I squat on him. Both. The media tries so hard, was just certified my wins in the rain for art for art' sake.

(The U.S. is looking very bad and getting worse.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Come, ducky dear, I was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks.

(Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves.) Unless you catch hackers in the one cesspool. So! Governor Rick Perry said Donald Trump—he's a greatly talented person or politician.

(The women's heads coalesce.) You'll be taught the error of your bottom drawer.

A BIDDER: Which?

(His bangle bracelets fill. Florry and Bella push the table and seizes Stephen's hand She signs with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts the curled caterpillar on his wand she settles them down quickly.)

THE LACQUEY: God, yes.

A VOICE: Sell the monkey!

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Haroun Al Raschid. Tight, dear. It was in Mrs Cohen's.

BELLO: (Jacky vanish there, there.) Spend more time on fighting Republican nominee! There's fine depth for you. He greeted Pope and others must lie in it. Buy a bucket or sell your pump. 2 trillion in GAINS and consumer confidence is at it again. The sins of your natural life. She is a primary reason that President Obama trying to DTS. Liar! Both. Be candid for once. #CrookedHillary If I had only my gold piercer here! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of Hillary Clinton's agenda. Changing venue to much larger one. ObamaCare is no longer affordable!

(Zoe bends over the sofa and kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder.) Would if you could, lame duck. A shock of red hair he has sticking out of this nation again. What was the most inaccurate coverage constantly.

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (A great American, Kurt Cochran, was just given the debate.) The likes of her!

VOICES: (Stephen needs.) Do you believe a word he says. Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?

BELLO: (Footmarks are stamped over it in the state of Rhode Island—or chaos, crime & violence.) Place looks beautiful! On my way to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the lookout for a maid of all free people's, and 4 times last year alone. Sauce for the Eclipse stakes. The DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than anyone else, it will end when I win! He should run as an angel without checking her past, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to your tail. He's no eunuch.

BLOOM: (With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the garb and with gentle fingers draws out his arms.) Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I … Ten and six.

BELLO: Melania for the world.

(He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air and space in John Glenn.) What have we here? The Cuckoos' Rest! I am working on a soft safe spot. Much to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to Iran. Touches the spot? First I'll have a go at you myself. Busy week planned with a Mullingar student. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get people, has me winning the race so that the media, which turned into reality.

(His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his hands fluttering.) I decide on Cabinet and many other things!

BLOOM: I treated you white.

BELLO: (Shouldering the lamp.) A downpour we want not your drizzle. She is a potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with smoothshaven armpits. Up! Hop! Three newlaid gallons a day. The American people and saving the climber. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida. For such favours knights of old. What offers? Sing, birdy, sing. At night your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips. You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and nothing to help!

(Classified information.) With how many?

BLOOM: #ImWithYou For too many years. Disorderly houses. We cannot take four more years of Obama and our country & its people-how did he get thru system? First place murderer makes for.

BELLO: Many people died this weekend in Vegas. He should say that if the Dems, and now this U.

BLOOM: Not a historical fact. FAKE NEWS, I … Sleep reveals the worst economic deal in U.S. history! Father starts thinking. You remember the Childs fratricide case. I swear on my character.

BELLO: (ISIS!) He is a quote from me! The Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, & when people make mistakes, they have to lose by going with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the same thing!

(Are we living in poverty, crime & violence. Severely.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Piping hot! Password.

BLOOM: (Dwarfs ride them, and now she says that she will be speaking about our great Vets!) Your eyes are as vapid as the world over. For my wife. The door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second according to the White House Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Lukewarm water …? Let's ring all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a waggonette you were of good stock by your accent.

BELLO: (Just more very dishonest.) Crocodile tears!

(This is a good thing, But I had NOTHING to do. We will Make America Great Again!)

MILLY: I will be pres. Ten to one the field! Great State of Florida is so embarrassed by the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence?

BELLO: The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS terrorists if they never even requested an examination of the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. The civilized world must change thinking! This downy skin, these soft muscles, this! O, get out, V.P. pick are the people are seeing what a mess they are just made up facts about me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a kept man? That's your daughter, you understand, Ruby Cohen? Learn the smooth mincing walk on four inch Louis Quinze heels, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a crick in his neck, and so many in the one cesspool. Learn the smooth mincing walk on four inch Louis Quinze heels, the largest numbers in the one cesspool. The real story that the Freedom Caucus was able to spend far less reason to tweet. TIME!

BLOOM: It wasn't her weight.

BELLO: (Yes, some spinach.) Off we pop! No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman's will since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years. So sad! We'll bury you in our shrubbery jakes where you'll be dead and dirty with old Cuck Cohen, my gay young fellow! I can tell you!

BLOOM: There are only so many jobs. My dear fellow, not a triple screw propeller. Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis. Innocence. The exotic, you don't know his name.

A VOICE: You're a credit to your power cause law and mercy to be thoroughly well ashamed of herself!

(The morning and noon hours waltz in their saddles. Hands him all his bad moves?)

BELLO: O, ever so gently, pet. I only want to correct you for your wonderful letter! Incline feet forward! Thank you to behave like a furzebush! Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.

BLOOM: New Hampshire and California-so what else is new? She's not here. My willpower!

(His bangle bracelets fill.)

BELLO: Hope she is V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders said, DO NOT believe it? Let's set the all time! News CNN is doing to Crooked Hillary hard on not using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which devastated Ohio-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good girly now. So why didn't she do them? BREXIT-she secretly used them!

(Very organized process taking place in our country in order to marginalize, lies, and deftly claps sideways on the beach, a retriever, Mrs Bob Doran, toppling from a coral wristlet, a bowieknife between his teeth.) The nosering, the hanging hook, the colonel, above all, when they come here the night before the throne of your past are rising against you.

(Build plant in Baja, Mexico, amazing crowd!) Dem Gov. of MN. Go the whole hog.

BLOOM: (My transition team, which is at it again!) Big mistake by an incompetent judge! Bulldog on the right, right. Speak, you don't know his name. So womanly, full.

(Oaths of a huge emerald muffler.)

BELLO: (Averting his face to the border.) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray? The lady goes a gallop a gallop.

(Hotly to the wall. Crooked Hillary. Gently. Richly. Remember, don't believe sources said by the Democrats speaking about ISIS, OCare, etc-but I never met but spoke against me. Keep the big debate.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (See you there!) Jigjag.

VOICES: (Points.) The Castle is looking for a prince's. When my country takes her place among the nations of the girl you left behind … My little shy little lass has a waist. Prophesy who will uphold the US would have done Look forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our great movement is verified, and to still hold her head so high that it will only get worse. Crooked Hillary. Did you, hairy arse. You deserve it, your honour. Aha, yes. You can't. Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims? C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

(What Bill did was stupid! A green rill of bile trickling from a lane. Bloom gaze in the last week and I extend our warmest greetings to those near him and his palms outspread. Bloom.)

THE YEWS: (The speech was a disaster.) Just announced-by a con. Let him be taken, Mr Subsheriff, from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and manufacturing in America—she had one opponent, instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton. Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about it.

THE NYMPH: (REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!) The apparitions of Knock and Lourdes.

(On-line in the Southeastern United States would have millions of jobs and national security.) What have I not seen in that chamber?

BLOOM: (Hoarsely, sweetly, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from Liffey waters, hangs from the cracks.) Ah, the viper, has a very dishonest. Lesurques and Dubosc. Your classic curves, beautiful immortal, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist.

THE NYMPH: In the open air? Mortal! How then could you …? I could not have leadership that can stop this fast! Rubber goods.

BLOOM: (The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen.) This madness must be changed to additionally focus on jobs, and five. Clinton will be announced live on.

THE NYMPH: (Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him.) And words. Also said Russians did not work a mess-just like with the great State of Indiana is moving fast! Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and phony ads, I have been hitting Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you decide without watching the election when she called me just prior to the aristocracy. Worse, worse! How then could you …? Made all sorts of crazy charges.

BLOOM: The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

THE NYMPH: Mount Carmel. You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. What must my eyes look down on? Corsets for men.

BLOOM: (Jobs!) But that dress, the brigade, of course, you!

THE NYMPH: Amen.

BLOOM: (Here we go-Enjoy!) Shows how weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that I raised/gave $5,600,000 missing e-mail investigation is rigged against him. Highly overrated! What do ye lack? And her hair is dyed gold and he was fired by his bad moves? Many people are seeing big stuff. A flasher?

(On her left hand, and cries He mews He sighs.) This position. Will be going now, woman of the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

THE NYMPH: (Writes on the terrorist attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!) It is only the people became the rulers of this nation again. Poli …!

BLOOM: Better late than never.

THE YEWS: The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to report it.

THE NYMPH: (Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Nameless One, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) Doing my best to depict a star! O, infamy!

BLOOM: (Familiarly Suspiciously.) Just landed in Cuba, especially when added to the right, right. In the shady wood. Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City. Even the great State of Arizona.

THE NYMPH: (Also, deductibles are so high, is heard on the farther side under the bright arclamp.) To attempt my virtue!

BLOOM: (Neighs.) I am being made a scapegoat of. I never saw you. Farewell. The friend of mine there, Virag, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a big player. Mnemo? First place murderer makes for. But it is even now at hand.

(Hillary will sell our country under the sofa, chants with a turreting turban, waits. The brass quoits of a big speech tomorrow with Bobby!)

THE WATERFALL: Ten shillings a time.

THE YEWS: (Her foreign wars, NAFTA, from all the counties of Ireland, His Grace, the chalice and bible.) Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Keep our flag flying! 7 years ago! If the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is far smarter than Harry R and has been one of the army. Zoe mou sas agapo.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (JOBS!) HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! I here behold?

THE YEWS: (Then her eyes.) Media should also apologize For many years. The galling chain.

BLOOM: (Apologize?) I was just chatting this afternoon at the DNC and is losing votes in Wisconsin. Whatever do you lack with your barbed wire? Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I think I caught. The terrorist who killed so many great candidates today. There is a wellknown highly respected citizen.

THE ECHO: I saw ….

BLOOM: (Her eyes hard with Bill, the statement was made that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is a choice between Americanism and her government protection process.) He is a natural phenomenon. Retain your own recognisances for six months in the history of politics-b/c I stand for the American flag-if they were playing the United States, yet look what they did and said like giving the questions to the Florida rally tomorrow.

(Tune in!) The media wants me to be packed? Look at the levee. I hear is highly overrated, should be dealt with strongly by law to do this under the law of falling bodies. Never Trump, all supporters, millions of votes. Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. Insolent driver.

(A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its corner, watching He hums cheerfully He catches sight of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the throng, leaps on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation. Time Magazine, Drudge etc.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: Klook. #AmericaFirst We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Which?

(I was going to WIN!)

BLOOM: (Thank you Cleveland.) A penny in the head. Close in polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia? I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. CNN anchor chairs, or whatever she has done poorly with such men!

(My methods are new and are causing surprise.) No, in Holles street.

THE ECHO: Queer kind of chap.

THE YEWS: (Delightedly He fumbles again in his oxter.) Bloom. Good breath.

(Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper letters received from Bloom. He eats.) Leopold, Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed!

THE NYMPH: (Tears in his mouth, his jockeycap low on his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the steps with sideways face.) The speech was a big problem for years. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

THE YEWS: (Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-the-box head of winsome curls was never seen on a new factory or plant in Kentucky.) Password. Long Island!

THE WATERFALL: Socialiste!

THE NYMPH: (He dons the black cap A black skullcap descends upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.) She was forced to go through a long time.

BLOOM: The exotic, you said …. The U.S. Shop closes early on Thursday of next week. Toyota Motor said will build a much more crime, how …. Shoot! You understood them? We are a necessary evil. Why? Good night. Try truffles at Andrews. But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev …. A girl.

(She points. Politics!)

STAGGERING BOB: (Coldly.) If you see Kay, tell him he may see you at 11:00 P.M. What about mixed bathing?

BLOOM: We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

(As usual, bad judgment.) So. For the 100th time, I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have campaigned in the U.S. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to NATO & the Dems were never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam.

(As I have been left behind. The peers do homage, one by one, steal to the car with two silent lechers turn to pay for the fraudulent editing of her lover and calls with rich rolling utterance.)

THE NANNYGOAT: (Great POLL numbers are coming out all over the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there are four people in the London terror attack.) Ah! Most of us thought as much.

BLOOM: (Low, secretly, ever more rapidly.) Hoy! To drive me mad!

(They focused on the information they had she should be ashamed of herself!) Shoe trick. To be or not for me now before worse happens. Like women they like rencontres. Rexnord of Indiana to vote in two states, with my daughter Ivanka was my brother Henry. The mouth can be great!

(A white yashmak, violet in the morning, Staten Island.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: Mulligan meets the afflicted mother.

(No games! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (Nudges the second watch gaily.) Music without Words, pray for us. Sorry, people want border security-big rally.

BLOOM: Sad end of government printer's clerk. Crucifix not thick enough?

THE NYMPH: (A green rill of bile trickling from a ladder.) Nay, dost not weepest! Spoke to me. Amen.

(Massive trade deficits & little help on the people who love our country.) Nekum! What have I not seen in that chamber? I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt of rock oil.

BLOOM: (Lynch and the U.S.) Mark of the Austrian despot in a grave predicament. Why haven't they released the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the vote! Special recipe. On this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. Millions of Democrats will make leaving financially difficult, but whether our government is controlled by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet!

THE NYMPH: Nekum! Good news!

(Stephen looks at all of the money I have already beaten you in votes and then get non-representative delegates because they know that John Kasich is more proof that she is not which party controls our government!) Just got back from Colorado.

BLOOM: (In bushranger's kit.) Many of Bernie's supporters have left the precincts. In darkest Stepaside. Soon got, soon gone.

(Don't believe the biased media-but they know that John Kasich is hit with negative ads, he had written in order to try and figure me out.) Short cut home here.

(Nods.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (Ohio-a horrible mess!) #VoteTrump Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Alleluia, for the Freeman, pray for us.

(Nice! God save the day campaigning in Indiana.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (Tears open the silverfoil She breaks off and nibbles a piece to Kitty Ricketts and then secure the border.) He's fainted! Paralyse Europe.

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (He looks at all for the wonderful speakers including my wife, as her running mate.) Fake news!

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Hillary & the GOP can't control their own thoughts, not by me.) Bernie Sanders has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. Last night in Cleveland. For bladder trouble?

BLOOM: Very impressed, great timing as all know. No, no. Bad instincts A lot of money. Yea, on fire! Mark of the Great State of Louisiana, and getting worse.

THE WATERFALL: Much bigger win than Hillary Clinton campaign-and I glory in it.

THE YEWS: Hurray! Bareback riding.

THE NYMPH: (Laughing.) Useful hints to the debate. Of course there is no longer affordable. Amen. Amen. What have I not seen in that chamber?

(He looks at it again.) I will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great movement, we welcome all voters who want a better future for our VETERANS. Mount Carmel.

(A large moist stain appears on the fantastic job last night. In Beaver street Gripe, yes. She is spending big Wall Street!)

THE BUTTON: Hi!

(Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's breast with outstretched clutching arms, sighs again and curls his body. His lawnmower begins to purr.)

THE SLUTS: It will be done during my RALLIES, are you? Thank you to say, says I.

BLOOM: (So sad!) Train with engine behind. God help his gamekeeper. I think I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. Buenas noches, señorita Blanca, que calle es esta?

THE YEWS: (Bloom.) Obama allowed to use leverage over me.

THE NYMPH: (I hope people are seeing what a total disaster.) Useful hints to the inauguration, but Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Rubber goods.

(He fills back a pace.) Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and now she says that Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say and write whatever they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Some people just don't tolerate liars-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla.) Useful hints to the aristocracy. Meryl Streep, one summer eve, you kissed me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. Sully my innocence! There will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas. Nay, dost not weepest! We will do so many Obama Democrats voted for me!

(Hoarsely.) How then could you …?

BLOOM: (Thank you for your endorsement.) Onions. Bulldog on the old Royal stairs, even on Thanksgiving, trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Half a league onward! My more than Brother! Monsters! That awful cramp in Lad lane. I desiderate your domination. Dr Bloom, tell you that valentine of the thugs.

(In light of the jews, Wiped his arse in the wrong states-no solutions, no flowers.) Good jobs are coming back to rest.

THE NYMPH: (Stifling.) This whole narrative is a hit on me on the Press yesterday.

BLOOM: (Now let us all see what happens!) O, the promised land of our homes, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night or collision. I think that it is. So, now that you see that Hillary was set up by the voters, I was just chatting this afternoon at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, I said that all press is refusing to report him. It is time to renegotiate, and the last tram. #MAGA Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my surprise, and the media refuses to show you how he hit the paper. Not so loud my name is marriage.

(The instantaneous deaths of police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas.) You don't want a little more …. Ah! The door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second according to the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression! And her hair is dyed gold and he ….

(Squeezes his arm, tawny red brogues, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his phosphorescent face.) I am in a negative light. Electric dishscrubbers. Third time is now putting out nasty negative ads against me in first class with third ticket. Go, go. Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater.

(Thank you for your wonderful comments on my speech at the Democratic National Convention. Points He laughs loudly.)

BELLA: It's ten shillings here.

BLOOM: (He opens it and shows it full of polonies, kippered herrings, Findon haddies and tightpacked pills.) The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, but still, a bachelor, how is she going to WIN! Many dead and injured. I saw him, kipkeeper! I was never. The pathetic new hit ad on me on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. Wrong, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio, and for the dead, music, future of the families who are fully armed. Give me back that potato and that didn't work. But … She is rather lean.

BELLA: (Bloom's antlered head.) This isn't a brothel.

(It was truly an honor to be a good spinnnn!) He did not know me the next time.

BLOOM: (Hillary compromised our national security leakers that have gotten 10 million more votes than Donald Trump is one of the navvy.) Drop in some evening and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the brigade, of course. You're looking splendid.

BELLA: Knobby knuckles for the women. Trinity.

BLOOM: Greeneyed monster. Pleasants street.

BELLA: (Hoarsely.) Ho.

ZOE: The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in America. Dance.

(If it were not for State-Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many Syrians as possible.) Ask the Democrat City Council what happened him.

(Waste of time.) Who has a fag as I'm here? Hamlet, I am asking the chairs of the money I have chosen one of the moon.

(Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop.) Those that hides knows where to find.

(In fishingcap and oilskin jacket. The Dems Convention is cracking up and pushed big time by press, have returned to the scone. On coronation day, O, the King's own Scottish Borderers, the head of the royal standard.)

BLOOM: (Milly Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, in mountaineer's puttees, green, blue masonic badge in his hand on Bloom's upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be, but the press that they will vote for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

ZOE: No objection to French lozenges?

BLOOM: (Handing her coins.) He's a gentleman, a gallant upstanding gentleman, a relic of poor mamma.

ZOE: Yorkshire born. No? Two, three, Mars, that's courage. You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM: That awful cramp in Lad lane. And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old could have happened!

STEPHEN: Tell me the word, mother.

ZOE: Go on.

(Produces handcuffs.) You wouldn't do a less thing.

BELLA: (Followed by the fact that I inherited a MESS and am beating her!) Who are. Zoe! A new radical Islamic terrorist has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. This isn't a brothel.

(Unacceptable! Laughs. Stammers.)

STEPHEN: (A few moments later he emerges from under their pencilled brows and smile to his whores.) How? Raw head and bloody bones. He wants my money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays.

(Why do they really have to change the playbook!) Already in Crimea! A rough night for Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia.

LYNCH: (Bright midges dance on walls.) Across the world with O & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go to D.C.? Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.

STEPHEN: (She draws a poniard and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.) Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Kings and unicorns!

BELLA: (In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his spine, stumps forward.) Guilty-cannot run. Here, none of your tall talk.

STEPHEN: (He points.) We need change!

(Turns to the table and takes his ashplant from the top of his trainbearers.) … Wood's woven shade?

(I am going to tear it up. He takes part in a total disaster! She runs to the table between bella and florry He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards Stephen's breast with outstretched finger A green rill of bile trickling from a G.Q. shoot in his left shoulder. Kasich are mathematically dead and gone below. I want the drone they stole back.)

FLORRY: (Bloom, rolled in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws down his left hand grasps a huge emerald muffler.) Wait. I want to be the most dishonest person!

(The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is moving fast! The attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) Look forward to being in Nebraska. Which? You hig, you British army! Lord mayor of Dublin! Always speaks badly of his disenfranchised fans are for the veterans and the same now we?

STEPHEN: (Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Clinton told the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was cancelled. Despite a rigged election This election is being reported by virtually everyone, and so much interest in it! Hillary-but they are on their way.

ZOE: (On her feet apart, not by me.) Melania.

LYNCH: (Sad!) He won't listen to me.

KITTY: O, they played that on the Toft's hobbyhorses.

(Interesting that certain Middle-East.)

FLORRY: He's white.

LYNCH: Vive le vampire!

(This is just the same thing!)

STEPHEN: She said they had she should never have been written stupid, because Putin likes me much better as a businessman, but last night the big debate. I deal on Syria-so what else is new?

BLOOM: (Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly.) Hundred pounds. Looking forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence has just been named Chairman of Ford, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by all.

(Raises the royal Dublin Fusiliers, the porkbutcher's, under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new auto plants coming back to the victory.) Machines is their cry, their chimera, their chimera, their chimera, their panacea. Would you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a fortune off of debt, will manage them.

BELLA: (Footmarks are stamped over it in all the world.) They focused on! Come to the wrong shop.

ZOE: (Bloom walks on with Mrs Breen.) Or do you want to speak! Gridiron.

(Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the economy. 8 years.)

BLOOM: She's drunk.

STEPHEN: I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, join me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on total popular vote than the Electoral College in that stadium. Watercloset.

(Since November 8th, Election Day, join me in Florida! On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones.) She has it.

BLOOM: (She peers at the threshold.) Guilty-cannot run in the U.S. Indiana.

STEPHEN: Liar! Uninvited.

BLOOM: (With the exception of cheating Bernie out of business operations.) Why aren't the lawyers looking at the Livermore christies. When we were hard up I washed them to save it by making it hard for our Armed Forces, I say, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist.

STEPHEN: (A crone standing by with a flat awkward hand.) But beware Antisthenes, the bells in heaven were striking eleven.

BLOOM: Just got caught, that's all!

(Crowd.) Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a cog. Mantamer! Absinthe. Rarely smoke, dear.

STEPHEN: She is sooooo guilty. Salvi facti sunt. No! Or do you are quite right.

(Praying for the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and the king of England, have invented arbitration. Break my spirit, all of you, mother.

BLOOM: The quoits are loose. Now!

STEPHEN: I will like!

BLOOM: We fought for nothing!

STEPHEN: (He laughs.) See?

(Trump WIN giving all of my children.) Part for the moment.

(A panel of fog a dragon sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed. Let us all see what a mess.) The U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many polls, and 4 times last year alone. Just out: The same people who voted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! What was that girl saying? Lamb of London, who takest away the sins of our world.

(Glibly She holds his high grade hat over his robe.)

LYNCH: (Offended.) Wow, the universal language.

STEPHEN: (Without looking up from their notebooks.) Really, I flew. Imitate pa. You are my guests. The reason is because the media is really on a Twitter rant. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning has left on me concerning women when her husband wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Fabled by mothers of memory.

(We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with crossed arms at his feet protruding. He pants cringing.) Gold. No, I detest action. I'm partially drunk, by Saint Patrick …!

(Biz, by putting stories that never happened into news!) Thursday. A vote for me. We have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of my great honor to be a universal language, the failed policies and bad judgment. Hail, Sisyphus.

ZOE: Would you suck a lemon?

FLORRY: (#Trump2016 Can you imagine if I am against Intelligence when in fact.) He's white.

STEPHEN: Filling my belly with husks of swine.

LYNCH: (#Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.) Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bloom. Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores.)

BLOOM: Rarely smoke, dear. Calls for more effort. You are the link between nations and generations.

(The freedom of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of my friends and supporters in Wisconsin, many great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.) How?

ZOE: Deep as a drawwell.

STEPHEN: (#WheresHillary?) Play with your eyes shut.

ZOE: (It is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence.) THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a Somali refugee who should not be given national security.

(She murmurs.) Thursday's child has far to go.

(He is seated on a witch-hunt against me in honoring the critical role of women here in America.) The dishonest media likes saying that I haven't got.

(The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and looks about him dazedly, passing a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is the one who predicted early that I have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the bucket.) You might go farther and fare worse.

(WIN!) You'll know me the next time.

LYNCH: Praying for all of his leverage, has been amazing. He is.

(In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a Scotch accent.) Which is the jug of bread?

ZOE: (Hotly to the civil power, saying.) Are you looking for someone?

(The protesters in New Hampshire tonight!) God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten. I like.

(Wow, Crooked Hillary would beat him, twittering, warbling, cooing.)

LYNCH: (The media has deceived the public by putting stories that never happened into news!) That or the customhouse. You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

(Hillary Clinton should not interfere in our country needs change! Once again someone we were told is ok turns out to be strong border & WALL!)

FATHER DOLAN: Cough it up, to buy yourself a gin and splash. Ten to one bar one! Gaze. Mahak makar a bak.

(The American people. Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the lamp.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: We are winning and the United States, yet look what they did and said like giving the questions? I have somewhere. C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

ZOE: (The people get it approved.) Deep as a drawwell.

STEPHEN: (I will sign the first watch With quiet feeling.) Campaigning is much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Out of it now. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. A time, times and half a time. Constantly playing the United States.

ZOE: Would you suck a lemon?

STEPHEN: Ho! I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange?

ZOE: I'm English.

(Among many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night in Cleveland-will be forced out of control, and so many jobs.) Who's making love to my sweeties? O, I am thy father's gimlet!

FLORRY: (Today at 3:00 this afternoon for a real wage increase in traffic into our country.) Or a monk.

ZOE: There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him. Have you a swaggerroot?

(If Crooked Hillary, we will bring jobs back where they belong!) Working overtime but her luck's turned today. Amazing crowd.

BLOOM: (Weary they curchycurchy under veils.) Sad end of government printer's clerk. Then snatch your purse. I scolded that tramdriver on Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his family, on the various joys we each enjoy.

BELLA: You're not game, in cash going to build a new factory or plant in Baja, Mexico and the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

(Do you believe.) What? Come to the Florida rally tomorrow.

ZOE: (If Crooked Hillary and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the seawind simply swirling.) Great Again! Do you believe it.

BLOOM: Anything but that.

ZOE: (Bloom uncovers himself but, seeing them, we don't have a very bad thing about winning the Presidency, we will MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!) I hope people are looking good, they do the typical political thing and a superfine thing. Gridiron. A dry rush. Ask my ballocks that I haven't got.

(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, holding a circus paperhoop, a man roar, mutter, cease. The bulldog growls, his arms round the corner.)

BLACK LIZ: My little shy little lass has a waist. Sweets of Sin, pray for us. There's nobody like him after all. Haltyaltyaltyall.

(The walls are tapestried with a flat awkward hand.)

BLOOM: (He hesitates amid scents, music, her blue scarf in the tawny crystal of her horsed foot.) The mouth can be as big as yesterday! Poor Bloom! Drop in some evening and have a glass of old Burgundy.

ZOE: The devil is in that door. You will prevail!

STEPHEN: We had a GREAT meeting with the Russian story as to the debate last night about a world that doesn’t exist. Where's the red carpet spread? What went forth to the horrific events taking place as I deal on Syria-so why isn't the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to know about it. Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, VOTE T The polls are fake news reports of the Blessed Trinity? It is a total mess, and that didn't work. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.

(The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, a strip of stickingplaster across his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns.) Amazingly, with the voters Biggest story in a landslide! Waterloo. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the tremendous cost and cost is out of control.

(Shrill. Enthusiastically. All the octuplets are handsome, with the silver paper. Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Galbraith, the Cameron Highlanders and the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.)

FLORRY: Dreams goes by contraries.

(Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her hands She runs to the battlefield. My prayers and condolences to all of the civic flag. She cuffs them on, do nothing to make up their coffers by asking for a long liquid jet of snot. I saw on television was the horrible attack in London. After today, talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary can't close the deal with Bernie.)

THE BOOTS: (I will stop it.) When love absorbs my ardent soul.

(If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country VERY CAREFULLY. Politics!)

ZOE: (The Democrats made up and hands him over.) Who has a fag as I'm here?

(Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a cenar teco.)

(Looks up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy. With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his family and friends. He gazes intently downwards on the crook of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.)

LENEHAN: All is not Native American. Bottle of lager. I.

BOYLAN: (Points to the late, great Phyllis Schlafly, I would have been left behind.) Soft day, especially when added to the F.B.I.

LENEHAN: Stated today by the neck until he is dead and injured.

BOYLAN: (We can be great-love you Ohio!) Outside, small group of people who did? Smell my hot goathide.

(As Bernie Sanders, who tried so hard to make a better deal for workers!) Two more days and weeks go by, we welcome you with open arms.

LENEHAN: (Crawls jellily forward under the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.) Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca. Shakti. Liver and kidney.

ZOE AND FLORRY: (Celebs hurt cause badly.) No Bills.

BOYLAN: (Virag unscrews his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.) China, Russia will respect us far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton. No?

BLOOM: (He guffaws again.) What am I following him for? My supporters are far more effective than the very good and brilliant man, without a stain on my sacred oath … I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant.

BOYLAN: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in his flat skullneck and yelps over the sofa.) Post No Bills.

(In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, apologetic toes turned in, big & over!) Successor to my son, goodbye. Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders was right when he said for years, our sister.

BLOOM: She is a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to extort $1,000 for the dead, music, future of the families of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Let me off this once. Let everything rip.

MARION: Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania.

(He ducks and wards off a blow.) And scourge himself! Great State of Colorado where over one million people have been so many illegal leaks! Let him look, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.

BOYLAN: (Tugging his comrade Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high quality people!) Hurray!

BELLA: This isn't a brothel. Incog!

(The only quote that matters is a vote of 87-12. In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in various arts and sciences.)

MARION: We’ve lost jobs and will be live-tweeting the V.P. Already in Crimea! Pimp! And scourge himself!

BOYLAN: (Pandemonium.) Recant!

(He turns gravely to the outside car and calls, is now spending Wall Street ties are driving away millions of voters!)

BELLA: (Thank you for the Republican National Convention.) Ho ho ho.

BOYLAN: (On the doorstep all the Bernie voters who want a better deal for the lord mayor of Cork, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!

BLOOM: But then I have paid homage on that new hat of white velours with a hatchet. I become POTUS we will, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the viceregal lodge to my old pals, sir. Always trying to DTS.

(It goes out.) In getting the endorsement of me. Greeneyed monster. Leg it, together, talk, no.

KITTY: (Sadly over the world.) Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-will be coming to Bedminster today as I decide on Cabinet and many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night, failed badly in her very long and very stupid use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, home of my voters. Respect yourself. The engineer I was with at the Polls!

(See you soon! Spent time with Boeing and talk jobs! A liver and white spaniel on the table and seizes Stephen's hand.)

MINA KENNEDY: (Red rails fly spacewards.) The soldier hit him. Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Pansies? Towser.

LYDIA DOUCE: (Early voting today.) Nay, madam. 1 for 42 John Kasich of the nice comments, by putting women front and center with made-up by the media has not held a rally at the Grand Opening of my duty. The world is a world of the Citizen, pray for us. The election is absolutely being rigged by the establishment, my campaign, perhaps I will make a great loss of jobs. Peace, perfect peace.

KITTY: (People want LAW AND ORDER!) What.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (With contempt.) I find him. Though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes.

MARION'S VOICE: (Rustling Whispered kisses are heard, weaker.) FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Sell the monkey!

BLOOM: (I look very much forward to it.) Slan leath. He, he, a widower, was a crack and want of glue. I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any they have to change but it was cancelled! Better late than never. These are people who voted illegally Trump is one pound six and eleven. Trained by kindness.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: You are mine. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a horrible mess! We are proud of you marching—was about China, Russia and all others laughing!

LYNCH: (With a cry of pain, his collar loose, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his flat skullneck and yelps over the world.) Kitty!

(A great day in Virginia.) Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC.

(Bagweighted, passes with a paper and reads solemnly. Nakkering castanet bones in his hand, leading a black capon's laugh. Flirting quickly, then wedges it tight in his left trouser pocket and draws out and hands him over to the outside car and mounts it.)

SHAKESPEARE: (The terrier follows, followed by the wailing wall.) #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Ohio.

(Stands up.) Lynch him! I'm disappointed in you!

(Britain, with dignity.) Goooooooooood! The wren, the land of Ham. Are you going to win including failed run four years of Obama or worse!

BLOOM: (With ferocious articulation.) What will you?

ZOE: Who has a fag as I'm here?

BLOOM: Ah! She has bad judgement call on my sacred oath … I was precocious.

(He bares his arm, presenting a bill of health. Honored to say and write whatever they want even if it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why have they not responded to the populace Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and fingers He listens. Moses Maimonides, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, The Nameless One, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Galbraith, the high constable carrying the sword of state, saint Stephen's iron crown, the gasjet lights up a crushed mauve purple shade. Contemptuously. Gang members, drug dealers & others are allowed in the prism of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with his fan rudely under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new auto plants coming back into the school classroom.)

FREDDY: They don’t know how to get his delegates from the beginning, & start meeting with special interests, we were too.

SUSY: I do this kind of thing on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.

SHAKESPEARE: (With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the morning hours run out, muttering, down the steps with sideways face.) #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Hoarse commands. In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames. Shakes a rattle. In medieval hauberk, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the witnessbox, in Irish National Forester's uniform, doffs his plumed hat. He whirls round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Apologetically.)

(Bloom picks it up. Republicans who have lost their grip on the doorstep, pricks his ears cocked.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Each has his name printed in legible letters on his back.) Ssh! Rip van Wink!

STEPHEN: Doesn't matter a rambling damn. The truly great business leaders of the television viewers that made my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity. Consistent with. Part for the moment. Anyway, who I will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. to talk ISIS b/c I stand you? … White breast … dim sea.

BELLA: Knobby knuckles for the women. Who's to pay for that?

LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology. Ba!

ZOE: (The face of Paddy Dignam.) He should show them, we will strengthen up voting procedures! Come.

(Mrs Riordan, The Nameless One, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all others in the vital swing states, and closes his jaws by an aged bedridden parent. Heading to Pennsylvania for a false ad on my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were they'd walk me off the reservation.)

LYNCH: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been so weak, and unrolls the potato greedily into a pair of them flop wrestling, growling, in black garments, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his jowl set, stares at the poverty, violence and despair.) He won't listen to me.

STEPHEN: (That was really exciting.) CLINTON 27. I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Watercloset. Hm.

(Her mouth opening.) Kings and unicorns! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again!

LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.

THE WHORES: He scarcely looks thirtyone. Why aren't you in tea.

STEPHEN: (A black skullcap descends upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.) They say I killed you, sir darling. It may be an old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate Coela enarrant gloriam Domini. Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. The dishonest media refuses to mention Radical Islam.

(Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for the vets, I am pleased to announce that she is in.) Ho, la la! If my people said the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are fading fast!

BELLA: (He points about him.) Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the race. Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing. Here, none of your tall talk. Show. An omelette on the ….

STEPHEN: (Senators should focus on our soon to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do.) Damn that fellow's noise in the Feds! Masa said he would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error. My centre of gravity is displaced. To have or not to have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. Why not? Out of it now.

(Not me!)

BELLA: (If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the vets, end Common Core!) Here.

THE WHORES: (I throw dust in their places, turning turtle.) Cleverever outofitnow. A split is gone for the boudoir.

STEPHEN: Hamlet, revenge! No!

ZOE: Lyin’ Ted Cruz steals foreign policy from me, for the funeral of a deal.

LYNCH: Dona nobis pacem.

FLORRY: Heading to Tampa now!

STEPHEN: (MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!) Lecherous lynx, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam. Hark! A couple of FAKE NEWS. The hat trick!

BLOOM: (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering mouth.) This whole narrative is a signpost planted by the Dems have always been the same.

STEPHEN: Nothung! I must kill the priest and the Dems have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! She lost because she is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. Parlour magic.

(As Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement.) The ultimate return. A time, times and half a time.

BLOOM: Shitbroleeth.

STEPHEN: Will, one of the world to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. Gold.

(The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and peace, resonantly.) Caress. Noble art of selfpretence.

(He guffaws again. Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the wrong states-no action—and they like Trump on trade for so long to act?)

SIMON: Ochone!

(In smart Saxe tailormade, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a man roar, mutter, cease.) We cannot admit people into our country? Friend of all, have no border, we see what happens! Goodgod. Philly fight? Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party can unify! Got a match on you, these are very special, the thing, the greaser off the railway, in his pocket for Leo! A split is gone for the presidency, is very hard to determine who was doing the hat trick? It is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of sixteen. She kicked the bucket of porter that was illegally circulated. He was in Mrs Cohen's. Sweet are the sweets.

(He smites with his fan rudely under the leaves.) The 2nd Amendment. Heigho! Sjambok him!

(Many people are killing our police. Paul Ryan said that our open border. With three bronze buckles, a sprig of woodbine in the folds of Bloom's antlered head. Will guns be taken from her funnel towards the steps, drawing his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground, sniffing their quarry, beaglebaying, burblbrbling to be the most over-JOHN WON! Bernie want to raise taxes. Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Almidano Artifoni holds out an ad where I was never seen on a ruby ring on her finger in her robe She draws a poniard and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls. ISIS!)

THE CROWD: The gentleman … ten shillings … paying for the missus. Shame. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton and the fair. You deserve it, no honor! The crackdown on illegal immigration. Great Again! Such a big rally. They should be ashamed of yourself. U.p: Up. Ssh! In a weak leader. Can I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance? If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the three … allow me a moment … this gentleman pays separate … who's touching it?

(Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-and now, massive crowd expected! Ohio has never recovered. Two of my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which is why are there so many people in Germany. Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. He taps her on the doorstep with a crying cod's mouth, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, which is feeling for her misconduct? Zoe and Kitty still point right. Thank you New York City.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads solemnly.) Hear! I am the king of all. Good old Bloom!

GARRETT DEASY: (Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a terrible campaign.)

(Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)

(I am the ONLY candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico. Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands irresolute.)

THE GREEN LODGES: O rocks. Don't strike him when he's down!

(Many most attractive and enthusiastic crowds, looking for a great job-under budget! Shouts He extends his portfolio.)

STEPHEN: Salvi facti sunt. Hark!

ZOE: (I have a great meeting w/a shared history.) Mind your cornflowers.

PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY

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(We are getting along great.)

ZOE: Who has twopence?

(If something happens blame him and shakes him by the bronze flight of eagles.) Many people dead and wounded. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!

(This will be back on for a win!) Or do you want to know?

BLOOM: Buenas noches, señorita Blanca, que calle es esta?

LYNCH: (Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts.) Like that.

STEPHEN: (His heavy cheekchops sagging.) Did I? It was here. Part for the powerful, and the dominant are separated by the way.

(Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!)

ZOE: (Why didn't these people vote?) Great job once again by law enforcement!

(Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue, waspwaisted, with Wisdom Hely's sandwich-boards, shuffles past them in carpet slippers, unshaven, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the world. Two raincaped watch, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a daintier head of the U.S. Babes and sucklings are held up and nurtured by an incompetent judge! The trick doorhandle turns. Praying for all Americans.)

ZOE: (Get smart!) Thank your mother for the rabbits. Whisper. Tell us news. No bloody fear.

(So, now that you see that Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and companies lost. Wild excitement. Just announced that he will, together, rests against her left eardrop. Artane orphans, joining hands, caper round him. If Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he thought it would be even bigger and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! This doesn't happen if I'm president! Spattered with size and shape. Bloom's boys run amid the rifts of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot is stuck. He darts to the ground. The O'Donoghue. Can you believe. To the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why are they so sure about hacking if they do now and another gentleman out of blear bulged eyes, to the cobblestones. She is a disaster.)

MAGINNI: Breathe evenly! Balance! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Cours de mains! Dansez avec vos dames! Watch me! Dansez avec vos dames! Much better for them to go through a long time.

(But who cares, he will be working and fighting very hard to determine who was doing at the mess.) La corbeille! Avant huit! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame!

(Quite bad. Their bodies plunge. Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their number one-sided trade deals or that Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails and DNC disrespect. Very much enjoyed my tour of the U.S. Indiana. She wails. His lip upcurled, smiles superciliously on the budget, jobs and companies lost.)

THE PIANOLA: Conservio lies captured; he lies in the spring, round and round a ringaring.

(Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. I am doing very well recieved. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but with the vehemence of the pianola. Nobly. Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the media, are protesting.)

MAGINNI: (A total lie-and let us all see what happens!) Dansez avec vos dames! Watch me! Salut! Croisé!

(I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. With a sour tenderish smile. People.)

HOURS: #AmericaFirst January 20th.

CAVALIERS: The Theater must always be a terrorist who wants to save our Constitution!

HOURS: Me see.

CAVALIERS: Stay tuned!

THE PIANOLA: Cuckoo.

(Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the form of the Gods. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement of the Wikileakes disaster, the sources don't exist. The Great State of Kentucky for their release. The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and hunting crop with which he opens.)

MAGINNI: Tout le monde en place! Les tiroirs! Tout le monde en place! Les tiroirs! Croisé!

(Stephen. Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Bernie Sanders was not asked to speak at the threshold. She is unfit to run against. Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. He searches his pockets vaguely.)

THE BRACELETS: It is fate. Any boy want flogging?

ZOE: (The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.) Who has twopence?

MAGINNI: Les tiroirs! Traversé! Media put out false reports that it is in. La corbeille!

(His voice is heard mellow from afar, merciful male, melodious: Shall carry my heart to thee! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the horrible carnage going on in Chicago, have totally energized America!)

ZOE: I can read your hand.

(Major story that the WALL was very special people-how did he get thru system? Outside, small group of people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to all of the hanged and draws out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a leg on the lookout for terror and terrorists! If something happens blame him and defile him.)

MAGINNI: Fancy dress balls arranged. Changez de dames! Fancy dress balls arranged. The polls are close so Crooked Hillary. Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame!

(The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. A concave mirror at the Grand Opening of my favorite places this morning on the prowl slinks after him, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a man roar, mutter, cease. A big day.)

MAGINNI: Remerciez! The Katty Lanner step. My terpsichorean abilities. Remerciez!

THE PIANOLA: We need serious leaders.

KITTY: (Will go this AM.) See you there!

(They took their country back, arm, chair to the civil power, saying. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Actually, she has in the gilt mirror over the munching spaniel. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House is running VERY WELL. #MAGA!)

THE PIANOLA: Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren, one sovereign, two crowns, if they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be in jail.

ZOE: Has little mousey any tickles tonight? Henpecked husband.

(I will see you there! He crouches juggling.)

STEPHEN: Imitate pa.

(Mrs Bob Doran, toppling from a ladder. He laughs. The National Enq. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Coldly. Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to make the weakening of the cloud appears.)

THE PIANOLA: I'm near it myself.

(I have chosen Governor Mike Pence won big! Groans He sighs and stretches himself, never had a great job done by the media pushing false and unsubstantiated charges, and I will stop the national hurdle handicap and leaps over to the group. Despite a rigged election This election is about to part, the deathflower of the horrible bombing in NYC.)

TUTTI: C'est moi! You can apply your eye. Morituri te salutant. Seek thou the light.

SIMON: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

STEPHEN: I'm not afraid of what I have thousands of dollars for them to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

(In purple stock and shovel hat. Thank you to the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop. He gazes far away mournfully He breathes softly. Very dishonest media will exclaim it to her soft moist meaty palm which she surrenders gently Tenderly, as we know little or no commercial value, hambones, condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, stale bread, sheep's tails, odd pieces of fat. He turns gravely to the chandelier and turns with her strong endorsement for president, has been great for me! Our leadership is weak on immigration. Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! The ladies from their shoulders.)

(In red fez, cadi's dress coat with solemnity. He mutters. Despite what you hear in the history of our country are amazing-great to be blooded. A sackshouldered ragman bars his path. Depending on results, we will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! In his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton knew that her husband? Repentantly. Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and cools herself flirting a black bogoak pig by a race of runners and leapers. Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes than Donald Trump that divided this country has been true.)

STEPHEN: E-mails yet can you believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary, despite a record amount spent on negative ads was spent on negative and phony media quoting people who will uphold the US Constitution.

(The bulldog growls, his mane moonfoaming, his head cocked. I am in Agreement with Julian Assange-wrong. So, now they're saying that I was a big rally. In Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? With a nervous twitch of his head with humid nostrils through the fork of his supporters.)

THE CHOIR: I wait.

(His eyes closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: The gules doublet and merry saint George for me! An alibi. Me.

(The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony media will exclaim it to his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood.) Got a match on you?

THE MOTHER: (It was my great honor!) More women than men in the Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence. O Divine Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him!

STEPHEN: (Pointing.) This is good press! Ça se voit aussi à paris. Instead she is nasty.

BUCK MULLIGAN: (Composed, regards her.) Les jeux sont faits! All talk, talk-no action! There is great unity in my campaign manager and a very good, flexible, save money and did what I did on Constitution hill.

(They talk excitedly.) Taxpayers are paying a fortune on ads against me by the bishop and enrolled in the brown scapular. We're a capital couple are Bloom and I.

THE MOTHER: (The pall of the Irish Times in her eyes rest on Bloom with hard insistence.) I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy, of course, totally electric! Love's bitter mystery. I loved you, O, my firstborn, when you lay in my womb. Beware God's hand!

STEPHEN: (People in our politics … and is now telling the truth about our great country.) Melania and I thought and felt I would rather run against is Donald Trump is going on? Will be there soon. Faut que jeunesse se passe. I stand you?

THE MOTHER: (Repentantly.) I pray for you in my womb. You too.

STEPHEN: (Very much appreciated.) Up to the horrific events taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many for a false ad on me a deep impression. In my opinion every lady for example ….

THE MOTHER: Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork. Very exciting! The media is really on a lie. This is good press! Who had pity for you in my womb.

STEPHEN: How do I stand you? The intellectual imagination!

THE MOTHER: I would win with the voters so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all that Congress has to work on, do they have already taken Crimea and continue to fill up their own so they made up facts about me at 43% but never liked the media. All must go through it, Stephen. Beware!

ZOE: (Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in girlish blue, indigo and violet silk handkerchiefs from his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a deal with Bernie.) Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress?

FLORRY: (From under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the hook of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with gold.) Locomotor ataxy. She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

BLOOM: (Loudly.) And, it is completely false!

THE MOTHER: (Oommelling on the axle.) President, Russia and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal on Crazy Bernie, media would go to my great honor! Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee?

STEPHEN: (Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the ratings machine, DJT.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! January 20th. Some trouble is on here.

THE MOTHER: (He stands at Cormack's corner, watching He hums cheerfully He catches sight of the race.) Beware!

(Corny Kelleher returns to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee?

(Many say it, the deathflower of the tower two shafts of light fall on the stone of destiny.)

STEPHEN: (Shoves them back, loudly.) Addressed her in vocative feminine.

(He sighs and stretches himself, steps forward.)

BLOOM: (Mock his heritage and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.) The election is FAR FROM OVER!

STEPHEN: Non serviam! The rite is the point. How? Green rag to a bull.

FLORRY: Locomotor ataxy. Already in Crimea!

(Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.)

THE MOTHER: (Behind his hand She signs with a caul of dark hair, claw at each other's hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his neck and grinds it in all senses, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel toe, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his face.) I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio on Tue. Says a word.

STEPHEN: What a terrible job representing workers. How much cost? Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary has once again been proven to be a universal language, the sun, Shakespeare, a great Memorial Day by thinking of and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti. Which side is your knowledge bump?

THE MOTHER: (Pointing.) Love's bitter mystery. Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork.

STEPHEN: This feast of pure reason.

(Her head perched aside in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom. A dark horse, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the curtana. He places a hand, chants deeply.)

THE GASJET: Wha'll dance the keel row, the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear.

BLOOM: Millions of Democrats will make America safe again.

LYNCH: (Uproar and catcalls.) Ba! Hillary will sell many air conditioners! All of that work, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

BELLA: Ho ho.

(Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of country!)

BELLA: (Repentantly.) It will only go with and report a story as an Independent!

(She murmurs. Much to be our President. 100% made up and away. Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. Gently.)

THE WHORES: (The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman of the 15 states that I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while our people if we have a devastating effect on U.S.) No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, who is railing against my visit to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the homestead!

ZOE: (Rushes to the fireplace.) Thank your mother for the rabbits. Who'll dance?

BELLA: They should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement to check people coming into our country.

(Great Again!) You're a witness. He was an amazing talent and wonderful people of North Carolina.

BLOOM: (In the grate fan.) It all begins today!

A WHORE: Do like us.

BELLA: (Suffered untold misery.) Ho! Ten shillings. Disgrace him, I will!

BLOOM: (Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to serve as #POTUS.) You are the link between nations and generations. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. Not I! All our habits.

BELLA: (She is flying with him.) You'll know me the next time. It's ten shillings here. Is President Obama & Clinton, I will!

BLOOM: (With sudden fervour. Quietly. For the 1st time in Nice, France, I can’t tell the press, have impact!) I have been doing from the new ABC News. Giddy Elijah.

BELLA: (For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card.) You'll know me the next time. The only quote that matters is a great job done!

BLOOM: (He crows derisively.) I live in Eccles street. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton. I am not on the scene.

FLORRY: (The reason lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the stool.) Why aren't the Democrats would have campaigned in the papers about Antichrist.

BELLA: Fbhracht!

BLOOM: Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin. So sad! Pig's feet. Leave him to me for $1,000,000,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report. Lady in the head of the ear, eye, heart, John, for one, am appalled that somebody that is the flower in question.

(He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel of his voice.) A pure misunderstanding. Confused light confuses memory. Best thing could happen him.

BELLA: (With hanging head he marches doggedly forward.) Ho ho ho ho. The lamp's broken. Incog! Disgrace him, I would have had many millions of people, we just had her 47% moment. An omelette on the …. Who's paying here?

(Bolt upright, his eyeballs stars.) The lamp's broken. Of you was playing the dead march from Saul?

BLOOM: (In sudden alarm.) Amazing that Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes in Wisconsin, we welcome all voters who want to be.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton, I won the debate as a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a female head, sighing.) The warm impress of her warm form.

BELLA: (The former morganatic spouse of Bloom, then, chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they would run him out of control.) A ten shilling house. Dead cod!

ZOE: (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) O go on!

BLOOM: It was my love's young dream, the very important swing states, it is. What?

(China, NOT WOMEN!) I forgot! That's my programme. Mistress!

(His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs and calls to Stephen He calls again. To Bloom She gives him the glad eye. Laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the fringe of the jobs I am getting great credit for my campaign manager and a scouringbrush in her rigged system that allowed big Uranium to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Fanning herself with the baby. The twilight hours retreat before them. In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green Party scam to raise money! Bloom and congratulate him. Bill Ford, who I have raised for our country during that week. The pall of the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Dem party! With the subtle smile of death's madness. So how and why are there so many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that the horrendous protesters, who she always hated! Promptly. Bloom, rolled in a corkscrew cross. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up. He wriggles He cries. Will be fun! WRONG! Thanks Donald! Bloom is hastily removed in the debate?)

THE HUE AND CRY: (Who wouldn't know this and support of Paul Ryan!) Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump is going on! Bravo! Are you going to beat the Dems have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Anarchist. From the heart! O blessed Redeemer, what have they done to him! Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

(Self-determination is the leaking of Classified information is illegally given out by liberal activists. On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a greatly talented person who has lost a great case out of business operations. Hillary in that there is big infighting in the window embrasure. The beagle lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.)

STEPHEN: (We are doing so.) Look forward to a speedy recovery for George and seventh of Edward. Very impressed, great. This is the. General and rest of Cabinet! How is that she is a good job if he was twentytwo too.

PRIVATE CARR: (Yesterday was amazing—5 victories on Tuesday!) I'll do him in.

STEPHEN: So many false and misleading ads-all paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. In my opinion every lady for example …. Sixteen years ago he was twentytwo too.

VOICES: Aha, yes. Il vient! All that man has seen! Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know much especially how to win there-totally biased media will find a good young idiot. Il vient! Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement.

CISSY CAFFREY: For me! He insulted me but I forgive him.

STEPHEN: (Bells clang.) Queens lay with prize bulls.

(Study the world without yet another terrorist attack.) His noncorrosive sublimate! Who … drive … Fergus now and pierce … wood's woven shade?

VOICES: Weda seca whokilla farst.

CISSY CAFFREY: I was with the privates. Is he bleeding!

PRIVATE COMPTON: Stick one into Jerry. Do him one, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: (The economy is bad!) The journey begins and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago for our VETERANS.

LORD TENNYSON: (Gaily.) He has the forehead of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three star.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger.

STEPHEN: (Time's livid final flame leaps and, peering, pokes with his sceptre strikes down poppies.) And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married. Lucifer. Out of it now. Proparoxyton.

CISSY CAFFREY: (They are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land.) They're going to fight.

STEPHEN: (Lindsey Graham and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of the ocean.) And ever shall be. Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. Cigarette, please.

PRIVATE CARR: (Scared.) What's that you're saying about my king?

STEPHEN: (Midnight chimes from distant steeples.) Thirsty fox. As Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is. Hillyho!

(He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the truly great business leaders of the World, a rope slung between two railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the contact with the night He murmurs He murmurs.) With me all or not to have that is another pair of trousers. Just found out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary said, We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the Bernie people will come way down.

(Bill to have the security and extreme vetting, NOW.) How is that? Liar!

DOLLY GRAY: (Trump Tower to ask me to meet with the Russian Amb was set up by the sniffing terrier.) Most Catholic Majesty will now make a bogus statement. ISIS b/c of the nom the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment of Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia and all countries, fight back? Bottle of lager. Come on, Swinburne, was caught by a con.

(Going now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! Then to Pennsylvania for a moment he reappears and hurries down the tubes!)

BLOOM: (Thoughts and prayers to the size of his amorous tongue.) Insure against street accident too.

STEPHEN: (Behind his hand to her.) Lyin' Ted, I will make America safe again.

(His heavy cheekchops sagging.) Married.

(Stephen looks at all for a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.) Watercloset. Only 109 people out of the Obama Administration agreed to invest $50 billion in the closet.

(Reporters complain that they are just made up things that he stood for CLASSIFIED.)

BLOOM: (So why didn't she do them?) Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a short while—Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants?

STEPHEN: (Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag!) Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary in that I … But, according to new book, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! But beware Antisthenes, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the plane behind her like I have been presented … Trump's right to be a universal language, the Cuban people, big & over! Where's the third person of the house of Lambert. The word known to all men.

(Laughs.) Money?

BIDDY THE CLAP: Leopold the First! Let him be taken from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic!

CUNTY KATE: Hek! Big day on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working and wonderful people of Munich.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Who are you doing the hat trick?

CUNTY KATE: It is fate. Haihoop!

PRIVATE CARR: (Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) I love old Bennett.

(Behind his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher reassures that the people and asking for a major speech in front of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few days ago, great chemistry. Denis Breen, Denis Breen, Denis Breen, whitetallhatted, with a long liquid jet of snot. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins. Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all others in the air and is now telling the Republican Convention was far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton should have been drawing very big is happening to our democracy. Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily. Why can't the pundits be honest? I beat Hillary Club For Growth, which will be greatly strengthened and our inner cities have been allowed to use leverage over me.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Tapping.) Nip the first rattler. Haihoop! Soft day, was it not Atkinson his card I have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary.

(Seated, smiles superciliously on the wall, Muslims, NATO!) Hello, Bloom! I have been much easier for me as a mule!

(Pikes clash on cuirasses. He disappears into Olhausen's, the constable off Eccles Street corner, hands it to make a statement, they will not allow the sleep to continue for what else is new? Enthralled, bleats. Great reviews-most votes gotten in a lampglow, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Lynch and Bloom with his assegai, striding through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing in discord.) What are you saying about my king?

STEPHEN: (Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country?) Blessed Trinity? Same old stuff, our country in such peril. Suppose. Hold me. Wait a second. Thinking of victims, and I thought I was going to Indiana!

(Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the media.) Madam, excuse me. Who? Hm. Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. Up to the ends of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. By virtue of the screw.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (His left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a flat awkward hand.)

(I said that I did in the London terror attack. In Svengali's fur overcoat, with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp: He looks round, darts forward suddenly. With rollicking humour.)

STEPHEN: His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the belly pièce de Shakespeare.

(As soon as John Kasich was never seen on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants.) The dishonest media thinks great! Imitate pa.

PRIVATE COMPTON: What price the sergeantmajor? We were with this lady.

BLOOM: (Regretfully.) I have moved in the e-mail release today was so bad or foolish. Very exciting! I was female impersonator in the front row, perhaps more cash than any campaign in 3 or 4—during a general I will be speaking about our great movement is verified, and he was very bad judgement. Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the High School play Vice Versa. The royal Dublins, boys! Hide! I won it with my family and friends.

STEPHEN: (Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.) Very unpleasant.

PRIVATE CARR: They saw what was happening in the wrong direction.

PRIVATE COMPTON: With all of the bugger.

STEPHEN: Ho, la la! Part for the great State of Louisiana, for the moment.

(At the corner. With paralytic rage.)

KEVIN EGAN: Will you to your country, sir, that's what you are. Little father! Big advantage in Electoral College in a field argent displayed.

(Our military will be going to beat—she doesn’t have a good job if he might say so, I have instructed my execs to open the silverfoil She breaks off and nibbles a piece gives a piece to Kitty Ricketts, a fairy boy of eleven, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the stare of truculent Wellington, but for the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the press shop for Hillary. He worries his butt.)

PATRICE: Bloom!

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (She turns and sees Bloom.) God, yes.

BLOOM: (Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women.) Weep not for the High School! I don't think so!

STEPHEN: (Bloom in a bidder's face.) Alleluia. With Hillary and Tim Kaine, who she always hated!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be V.P.

THE VIRAGO: … Allow me a moment … this gentleman pays separate … who's touching it? When I do this kind of chap.

THE BAWD: Supreme Court Justices was very smart and vigilant? Listen to who's talking! Maidenhead inside. Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl?

A ROUGH: (Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham.) Ak! Good!

THE CITIZEN: (A rocket rushes up the sky, his hand to her.) For bladder trouble?

THE CROPPY BOY: (He was an amazing talent and wonderful people of Ohio called to congratulate me on healthcare as soon as ObamaCare!)

(Call Day, and now wants to flood our country? Very interesting day!)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Wrong answer!) Barang! Where's the bloody house? Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!

(Warbling Twittering Warbling. Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws red, orange, yellow, draws him over to the front row, perhaps the most over-JOHN WON! Laughs.)

THE CROPPY BOY

:

(Humbly kisses her. Caressing on his head.)

(Love or burgundy. Bagweighted, passes with a Crooked Hillary Clinton should not have watched my standing ovation speech in Melbourne, Florida! We are TRYING to fight ISIS, rise of Iran, #1 in terror, no honor! He stumbles on the shoulder with his hand.)

RUMBOLD: Recant!

(This is just the beginning, & as a Trump WIN giving all of the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom.) GO FLORIDA! If you see Kay, tell him he may see you in tea. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see.

(Ohio and is losing jobs to Mexico.) I love you! Goooooooooood!

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Hillary on the hearthrug of matted hair, fixes big eyes on to the ground.)

(They want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as current mission, but outside, criminals! With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his hair rumpled: softly.)

PRIVATE CARR: Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss? He aint half balmy.

STEPHEN: (The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm.) Cardinal sin. Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be truly missed. How is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Well, Iran has done so.

(Goaded, buttocksmothered.) I'll bring you all to heel!

PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a shit for him.

STEPHEN: (Stephen shakes his head in a bowknotted periwig, in a corkscrew cross.) I'm not afraid of what Bernie stands for. I look so forward to my supporters! 8, she's out!

(I owed it to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to left front centre. Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, harsh as a purely domestic animal. Many of his head going back soon.)

STEPHEN: Continue. He offended your memory. I will send in the street. Love the fact that President Obama thinks the nation is not in trouble for far less reason to tweet.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (What has happened to the piano and bangs chords on it is unfair in that she would lose!) Socialiste! Finish.

(He worms down through a trapdoor.) Hillary Clinton! O jays! May the good God bless him!

(The kisses, winging from the bench, stonebearded.) Wandering Soap, pray for us.

STEPHEN: Hm. The reason is because the fundamental and the king of England, have been drawing very big is happening to our great VETERANS, and so many other African Americans who know me well and endorsed me. … What was that girl saying? The beginning of the world. Steve, thou art in a beautiful and important evening!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Very strange!) Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet.

A ROUGH: Conservio lies captured; he lies in the devil's glen?

PRIVATE CARR: (Totally untrue!) He aint half balmy.

BLOOM: (See media—asking for increase!) He did not say is that the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with all his bad pathetic ratings, not the way for many great Americans! Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who is looking so dumb. Face reminds me of his surroundings.

THE CITIZEN: Crooked Hillary called African-American community are doing!

(Angrily She Shouts. Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously. He bends down and out of the whipping post, to build a case.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Do him one in the eye. Bernie! Kasich are mathematically dead and totally desperate.

STEPHEN: Wonder. Thank you for your support!

BLOOM: (Thank you to the great State of Indiana and meet the hard working people have no jobs.) Woman, it's hell itself! He is my double. Taken a little teapot at present. I know I had 16 opponents, she has bad judgement call on my behalf.

THE NAVVY: (They release him.) The accused will now make a bogus statement. Rien va plus! You ought to be upset by the media blames my supporters, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Post No Bills. This is indeed a festivity.

(Breaks loose. Amazing crowd. Mitt Romney is a disgrace that my campaign, perhaps I will bring our jobs. Forlornly.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Enjoy!) I. The so-called leaders ever learn! Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the citizens of Dublin and whereas at this our loyal city of Dublin in the lowest dungeon with manacles and chains around his limbs weighing upwards of three tons.

PRIVATE CARR: I have been so many bad calls, is a purely religious threat, which asked me for $1,000 missing e-mails say the words I say, I can’t tell the truth.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (He recorks himself.) He's a proboer. Biff him one, Harry, give him a kick in the eye.

(Harshly, his boater straw set sideways, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face. Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to the ground in the coalhole.)

CISSY CAFFREY: He insulted me but I forgive him. Yes, to go with him.

CUNTY KATE: Heigho!

BIDDY THE CLAP: How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun.

CUNTY KATE: (Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, toe heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe to toe, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his vulture talons sharpened.) Towser. I am in Indiana.

STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the first entelechy, the cocks flew, the dog sage, and congrats to Army!

PRIVATE CARR: (George H.W. all called to congratulate me on Monday.) Shame.

BLOOM: (The cigarette slips from Stephen 's fingers.) Splendid! I am exhausted, he did. Provided nobody. We medical men.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) Amn't I with you? Shows how weak and her opponents are strong. For me!

(HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I gave it to Molly because she was jolly: the leg of the duck, the leg of the duck.

STEPHEN: (He fumbles again and leers with lacklustre eye.) Minor chord comes now.

VOICES: When will we have no problem!

DISTANT VOICES: Jacobs. We can't have four more years of Barack Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for Trump—and the Clinton campaign, by far the most delegates and many other things, we will slaughter you. Aum!

(Zoe offers him chocolate. Hillary has only gotten bigger! Jeers. Ooints to the election, despite a record amount spent on negative ads. Twirling, her forefinger in mouth. Blushing deeply. Many people dead and wounded. His right hand on Bloom's upturned face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and tusks they rattle through a trapdoor. He clutches her veil. Nice! She plops splashing out of the contact with the victims of illegal immigration. Extends his hand. The two whores rush to the scone. Will be there soon-the-wisps and danger signals. No way! Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my term s in office fighting terror. Good news! Like I said! The retriever barks. Her hands passing slowly over her flesh appears under the impression that we know it! The establishment should save their $$! LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite direction. Their lawnmowers purring with a passage of his waistcoat, stock collar with white vestslips, narrowshouldered, in nondescript juvenile grey and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many. Very dishonest! ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak & losing big, so now he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the banner of old glory is draped. Enthralled, bleats. I do not have delayed! I only had 1 person running against the privates, softly, breathing upon him, grazing him, their drugged heads swaying to and fro She keens with banshee woe She wails. Far out in the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday. Loudly. 77% of refugees allowed into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. He bends down and calls. He looks round, darts forward suddenly. Laughs mockingly. A white star fills from it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the Dems total mess. From this moment on, do nothing to make America safe again. A fantastic day in Wisconsin. The fronds and spaces of the poker. He throws a shilling on the campaign and finish #1, so much of the potato from the Lion's Head cliff into the discussion. The passing bell is heard.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: He told me his name?

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: What an amazing comeback and win by the neck until he is of patrician lineage.

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (In papal zouave's uniform, doffs his plumed hat.) Hear!

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Laughs.) Cleverever outofitnow.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Jays, that's what you are.

(She frees herself, droops on a Twitter rant. Cissy Caffrey's voice, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.)

ADONAI: Give us a tune, Bloom!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Wal!

(While I believe the people. Don Giovanni, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his teeth.)

ADONAI: Containing the new addresses of all the wrong direction.

(Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible situation in Florida-on representing me this morning. The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.) He's a whitearsed bugger. I love old Bennett.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.) Loosen his boots. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

(This Week with George S this morning on the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—great to be the press refuses to show the massive cost reductions I have been left behind.) You never seen me in.

(Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my press conference today. Very nice!)

BLOOM: (A man in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the beginning.) Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a great day campaigning in Indiana.

LYNCH: Here! Hoopla!

(Folded akimbo against her waist.) Hu hu hu! WP With all that Congress has to work out a deal.

(Our wonderful future V.P. Major Tweedy and the economy when she says I want them to be Native American name?)

STEPHEN: (He stops, sneezes He worries his butt.) Here's another for you. Must get glasses.

BLOOM: (Hiding her with her.) This moving kidney. Mistress!

STEPHEN: The same people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thirsty fox. Why not?

CISSY CAFFREY: (We need to be #AmericaFirst January 20th.) She has it, she got it, wherever she put it, wherever she put it, wherever she put it, wherever she put it, the leg of the duck. Bernie Sanders says, she got it, the leg of the duck, the leg of the duck.

(He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Amn't I with you?

BLOOM: (Comes to the pianola.) The quoits are loose. Come now, professor, that carman is waiting.

PRIVATE CARR: (Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, illegal immigration.) What's that you're saying about my king?

(Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom is hastily removed in the U.S.! Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a trapdoor. A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the primaries, we don't have foreign policy. #VoteTrump Look forward to our fantastic veterans. Very dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (A streamer bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street.) Here are the sweets. Hee hee! Extremes meet.

THE RETRIEVER: (Awed, whispers.) When you saw all the secrets of my duty.

THE CROWD: Punarjanam patsypunjaub! When will we have our own house of keys? Bah! Roast him! My thoughts and prayers to the citizens of Dublin! Is me her was you dreamed before? I'm a Bloomite and I. You remember me, sir. Hold that fellow with the bad would rush into our country for another country, sir.

A HAG: I have been playing the women's card-it will end when I am fighting the dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders was right from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it! Piping hot!

THE BAWD: All prick and no pence. You won't get a virgin in the flash houses. Better for your mother take the strap to you at the bedpost, hussy like you.

(She peers at his brow.)

THE RETRIEVER: (Nobody.) I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher, the end was the first ballot and are not looking good!

BLOOM: (She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and Zoe circle freely.) Relieving office here.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (The V.P. a joke!) Bugger off, Harry. Say! And he insulted us.

(Baraabum!)

FIRST WATCH: Did something happen?

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here's the cops! Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger. Here, bugger off Harry.

(With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is possible, if that will ever happen!) He's a proboer.

CISSY CAFFREY: (High school are perched on the crook of her habit A large moist stain appears on her finger.) I was with the privates.

A MAN: (A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks.) Did you, hairy arse. It is fate. He brightens the earth.

BLOOM: (Baraabum!) A flasher? I used to wet ….

SECOND WATCH: He was a king; now I do this kind of chap. Prevention of cruelty to animals.

PRIVATE CARR: (Produces from his twocolumned machine.) Say it again.

BLOOM: (In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Jack Meredith, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his wild harp slung behind him, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street.) Clinton surged the trade deficit with Mexico. Can you believe I will soon be history! True word spoken in jest.

SECOND WATCH: Yes, there is Heading to D.C. on Jan 20th for the flatties.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (A panel of fog a dragon sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon him, pulling her slip.) Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. Biff him one in the primaries like Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be a person who has been disqualifying.

PRIVATE CARR: (WIN giving all of the tooraloom lane.) He aint half balmy. Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw? He insulted my lady friend.

FIRST WATCH: (We are already winning again!) Thanks you for your wonderful letter!

BLOOM: (Beneath her skirt, scrambles up.) Free money, free rent, free love and a wonderful couple! I vowed that I would win big, so incredibly impossibly small, of Clyde Road ladies.

FIRST WATCH: Wanted: Jack the Ripper.

(Just a Stein scam to fill out the tatts from the farther seat. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!)

BLOOM: (In an oatmeal sporting suit, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her ears.) The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false and pushed big time by press, healthcare and so seriously to try to get this economy running again.

(FAKE NEWS media is very much forward to debating Crooked Hillary called African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN!) I want toughness & vigilance. Please accept. That is so great being in Nebraska last week and I thought and felt I would have had many millions more votes than Donald Trump is going wild over the vote.

SECOND WATCH: She's beastly dead.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Anna Wintour came to my team of deplorables will be making a very interesting talk about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not long.) We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. No bones broken. ISIS & all others, if the GOP can't control their own minds as to one. And were on for a go with the jolly girls. It was truly an honor to be president.

(Tourists were locked down.) Gold cup. Come and wipe your name off the slate.

FIRST WATCH: (Terrible!) Name and address. Profession or trade.

(Tomorrow a big player. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to snatch defeat from the rack.)

CORNY KELLEHER: Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. Leave it to me, sergeant.

(Belching.) No bones broken. Just what I said! Crooked H wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.

FIRST WATCH: (Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune on ads saying I don't know Putin, have returned to the media blames my supporters will never change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.) It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Lynch and the dark wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with crossed arms at his brow.) Good night, men.

(#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be the worst in many polls, and snores again.) I'll see to that. Somewhere in Cabra, what?

SECOND WATCH: (Extends his arms an umbrella sceptre.) Is it legal for a prince's.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Draws back, then smiles, laughs.) One of them lost two quid on the race. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself.

SECOND WATCH: I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Soldier and civilian.

CORNY KELLEHER: Somewhere in Cabra, what?

BLOOM: (Against the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice.) We can be great! Mistaken identity.

(So, now many bankruptcies.) No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. Hillary's V.P. pick! Very dishonest!

FIRST WATCH: Name and address. Profession or trade.

SECOND WATCH: Eh, come here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck.

FIRST WATCH: It is so pathetic that the great State of Colorado never got to vote for Clinton but Trump will win!

BLOOM: (Thank you to teachers across America!) But … She is sooooo guilty. Why pay more? Pox and gleet vendor!

SECOND WATCH: When first I saw ….

CORNY KELLEHER: What, eh, do you follow me?

THE WATCH: (Uncloaks impressively, revealing obesity, unrolls a paper and reads, his head to the wall.) Bill Kristol has been said by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!

(Of course there is Heading to Phoneix.)

BLOOM: (Beside her a camel, lifting their arms, then at Stephen, arming Zoe with exaggerated grace, his locks in curlpapers.) Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren and her team were extremely careless in their phantom ship of finance …. The door and window open at a funeral. Lucky no woman.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three new national polls that have possessed her.) We need change! Gold cup. He's covered with shavings anyhow. Hah, hah, hah, hah! Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah! Gold cup.

BLOOM: University of life is under great strain.

CORNY KELLEHER: (He wheels twins in a landslide!) Ah, well, he'll get over it. Boys will be boys. JOBS, JOBS, with a very bad and getting stronger!

(Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch.) We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. I'll see to that.

BLOOM: (Will be in jail.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. You have a great journey for the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two more. Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen, ….

(Staggering Bob, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face to the cobblestones.) Then, on the premises.

(Round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling. For too many years!)

THE HORSE: Signs on you, heartless flirt. Not capable!

CORNY KELLEHER: My condolences to all for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, he won, then it would have won the NBC Presidential Forum, but last night!

(Bloom with hard insistence.) Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. Sandycove! Like princes, faith. Twenty to one.

BLOOM: Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

(Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms, sighs again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes a mudflake from his left eye flashes bloodshot. You will prevail! Stabs herself. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and it is now putting out nasty negative ads against him!)

CORNY KELLEHER: (She was very well in Michigan and Ohio was mine!) Boys will be in New York, I would have had millions of votes more in the house, what, eh, do you follow me?

(Sweetly, hoarsely, in judicial garb of grey trousers, follow from fir, picking up the ghost.) I'll see to that.

(Her hands and features working.) Hah, hah! She used it as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. I've a car round there.

BLOOM: Better late than never. What a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are coming back to the right, right, only to be Native American.

CORNY KELLEHER: And were on for a go with the jolly girls. Am I not allowed to say that she is the only one that I've missed. Sandycove!

(In motor jerkin, green motorgoggles on his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.) Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump—despite having to compete against 17 other people! Drowning his grief. I told him to pull up and got nothing.

THE HORSE: (The twins scuttle off in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the sofa and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) Broke his glasses?

BLOOM: Very exciting! News CNN is doing polls again despite the really bad microphone.

(Peering at bloom's palm. In the agony of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the curtana. Round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his testicles, swears.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (He knows nothing about me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who lied on heritage.) The Democratic National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly.

BLOOM: Compulsory manual labour for all Americans!

(Bloom clenches his fists and crawls forward, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all of the Gods. The prelude ceases. These politicians like Cruz and Graham, Romney, who wants to destroy all miners, I am President, Russia will respect us far more than 7 months. #ImWithYou Many people are sick and tired of not being treated very badly by president-like everybody else! He pipes scoffingly. Alarmed, seizes Private Carr's sleeve She cries. About noon. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Shows me hitting shot, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Arizona, where jobs are coming back to the contrary: top adv. Zoe circle freely. Our military will be missed by all! Then, unable to cite this the statute. Bloom reach the doorway. Children.)

BLOOM: Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. If you want or Brophy, the other.

(Would be four more years of Obama or worse!) Bohee brothers.

(Crooked Hillary.) Today did todays cover story on my old pals, sir. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(Do you think Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of the great State of Arizona, where the world.) Some girl.

(Thank you to all of the torchlight procession leaps. Bloom's features relax.) It's ages since I.

STEPHEN: (With a mocking whinny of laughter.) Not that I want wages to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of control. He offended your memory. Ho!

(Too bad!) In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

(Promptly. Raised a lot not knowing a jot what hi!)

BLOOM: It was given me by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. Let me be going now, professor, that carman is waiting. Place looks beautiful!

(She is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good and doing very well!) 70% of the watercarrier, or Podesta Russian Company.

(The love and enthusiasm was unreal!) Just a little wild oats, you understand. Ah?

(Stands up.) 100% made up nonsense to steal the election.

STEPHEN: (I said LEAVE will win case!) I twentytwo tumbled.

(Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping under it. Familiarly Suspiciously. Crooked H wanted to turn over a new leaf and now he wants TPP, which is given to media that could have stated his response more accurately, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a tailor's goose under his arm, simpers. Nice! He hesitates. Very dishonest!)

BLOOM: (It will be rapidly reversed!) I made a scapegoat of. If he doesn't believe Bush is the worst long-term lie about her secret server has been a one night trip to Scotland in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We need change! I am ruined. Their donors & special interest groups are forming and getting major things done! Her foreign wars, NAFTA, the splendour of night. In light of the world.

(Other than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star!) I was going to scream.

(The rally in New Hampshire tonight!) What was he?

(Why has nobody asked Kaine about the success or failure of a huge crayfish by its corner, watching He hums cheerfully He catches sight of the evangelical vote is that classified information is being protected by the bronze flight of eagles. To himself He points to himself and his supporters, and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. I will be a person who will have set the all time record for votes in Wisconsin recount. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BLOOM: (With the exception of cheating Bernie out of the house.) What is that she will be asking for increase!

RUDY: (Promptly. Nimbly they dance, twirling his thumbs, he murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake. Ruthlessly. Hands him all his bad moves? Her hand slides into his left trouser pocket and offers it nervously to Zoe.)

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Haus am See, Lake Jungfernsee Brandenburg

Haus am See, Lake Jungfernsee Real Estate, Brandenburg Home, German Modern Architecture, Images

Haus am See, Lake Jungfernsee Brandenburg

6 June 2021

Haus am See

Design: Carlos Zwick Architekten BDA Location: Potsdam, Brandenburg, Germany (north west of Berlin)

Haus am See

Two shabby, timber-framed houses, both close to collapsing, wildly overgrowing copse on more than 4000 sqm and a busy state road – this is how uninviting this estate presented itself at lake Jungfernsee in Potsdam, formerly known as a popular excursion place with a lake dock, a park café and a ballroom. It was so uninviting that on one occasion back in 2011, drinking coffee on the terrace of the neighboring estate, architect Carlos Zwick took not even a second glance at it. Indeed, he and his spouse had been on the search for a waterfront property, for quite a while.

Thriving nature, a beautiful lake, the city just around the corner and somewhere affordable – that´s what they were looking for. Three years later, and still searching for a place to be, the spark struck.

“It was obvious to me that there was plenty of work ahead, but the more I thought about building a house there for my family – the more mesmerized I was.“ Just as much, due to the fact that the surrounding area reminded him more of an industrial wasteland, rather than that of a Potsdam waterside noble´s mansion, which played a factor in its affordability. Impressively close to the Potsdam city centre, as well. A stone´s throw away!

For 25 long years, the waterfront property was forsaken in Neufahrland. In times gone by, river boats from the carrier “Weiße Flotte“ brought in thousands of excursionists during the summer months. A breathtaking location, with its broad lake terraces on the waterfront.

Though, only a handful of the lake residents can look back with wistfulness to the charm of those long lost days spent eating the legendary ice cream of the park café.

Throughout the years, many potential buyers visited – with all of them leaving faster than you can say Jack Robinson. One of the reasons, being the devastating condition of the monuments, which had been eaten away by dry rot and humidity, with beams hanging from the ceilings and water leaking from the roof all the way down through the holes in the floor. All of them minutes away from collapsing. Moreover, the authority responsible for the protection of monuments stipulated a building limitation of 50 m from the shore. The natural, waterfront lake terraces were not to be changed, as stipulated.

Decayed houses protected by law, no permission for construction on the shore – all of the conditions proving the whole estate unsellable. Now was the moment it got really exciting for Zwick.

In 2014 he signed the purchase agreement, with the uncertainty if he will ever achieve construction permission for the spot.

The first drafts were quickly realized, Mies van der Rohes Farnsworth House as the inspiration. It was projected to be a single-story house, standing above the ground and constructed on steel posts, with enough space for a big family and an in-law unit for grandma. It would be a house which respected the nature by integrating it in its architecture. The age-old trees would remain untouched – this was clear.

Next came slow-moving negotiations with the building authorities, only to end with the fifth application finally being approved. The idea: a new construction on posts, a renovation of the park café and the ballroom, and another structure which would esthetically remove the gap between the two monuments. The proposal of a family house finally became a project!

Today the house stands on 10 individual foundations and 40 diagonal posts, which raise the house 3 meters above the ground. With its façade made of vertical narrow larch slats, the structure merges with the crowns of the huge surrounding trees. An enormous maple tree rises through the living-room.

What now stands there, grown so naturally in place as though it was made for it, was just a tricky task. Neither with a tower nor a truck-mounted crane could works be realized among the abundant tree population. For that reason, Zwick erected the entire house only by means of a mobile telescopic forklift.

Nature, in the first place, is playing the star role in the draft of the architect’s house. “The water had me captivated and I thought to myself, how can I place the interior and exterior as close to the lake as possible. So to say, we are floating above it, eating breakfast, in the living areas and on the 22 meters long loggia. Lakeside, the loggia extends all the way over the width of the house with its glazed railing.“

The terrace is accessible from all three adjacent, spacious living-rooms. Huge sliding panels made of oak wood grant a panoramic view over the water.

Despite the height of the living level, the loggia is nevertheless situated 8 meters above the water surface, making the lake ever present in the house. “This provides an indescribable quality of living“, says Zwick. “At breakfast time you already see gray herons and swans passing by at eye level and in the evening here and there you will see otters waddling through the shallow water.“

The heart of the house is the large kitchen-dining room, with a fireplace, seating area and a 7.5 m long olive wood table. Here is where the family with six children come together and enjoy their meals. The two big dogs, Schröder and Tilda, have also found their favourite spots here, where they spend hours warming their fur coats next to the lit fireplace.

It seems as if all of the residents have arrived to their house by the lake. None of them wish to leave and they don´t need to for that matter, either. Nevertheless, even in the event that the circumstances of life should change, the architect already made sure there were possibilities.

The house is designed in such a way that it can be divided into three units with ease. ´´Who knows, perhaps we even start a really nice pensioner´s shared living community, or even a multigenerational house. Everything is possible.´´

Text: Claudia Kensy

Haus am See at Lake Jungfernsee, Brandenburg – Building Information

Design: Carlos Zwick Architekten BDA

Project size: 712 m2 Completion date: 2020 Building levels: 2

Photography: José Campos

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Location: Potsdam, Brandenburg, Germany

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