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[just-very-observant]

Peter: I love big cats. Like lions and panthers and tigers, they look so cuddly and soft

MJ: like the ones that'll eat your face off?

Peter: IT WOULD HAVE BEEN OUT OF LOVE

MJ: ...

Peter: they have big toe beans. They're like little toe beans, but big

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Chemical Reaction Chapter 1

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: No set parings in this one yet

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Mentions of violence but that's canon.

Author’s Note: DO YOU KNOW HOW NERVOUS I AM FOR THIS?!? Even setting this up, I have anxiety building up. I'm ready for my debut into the Marvel fics. I do hope that if you guys enjoy this that you will leave some feedback. Anything helps! I absolutely love Tony and I hope this does him justice.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

Y/N L/N knew that when she was recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. that there would be moments where things would become chaotic. She knew that there would be moments where she would have to drop whatever it was she was working on to work on something that was being deemed top priority. Her multiple degrees from MIT had proved her to be an asset. Especially when they came across foreign objects that needed to be identified.

Over the last several years while Earth found out just how big the universe was, Y/N was behind the scenes hoping to help by making weapons to help protect the earth with what she was creating. Her projects were always kept under lock and key with the help of Director Nick Fury. He made sure her work was never interrupted and made sure she had everything she needed to create what he asked.

The sound of the lab door sliding open had caught her attention. Her eyes lifted only for a second to see Fury walking in before she looked back down at the computer screen in front of her. The program on the screen helping her to put the missing pieces she needed together.

“I’m expecting a box of my favorite cookies if you’re coming in here while I’m working.” She said, not taking her eyes off the coding. Every few moments she’d adjust the coding to adjust a few things or add coding where needed.

“Already delivered to your house.” Fury said as he walked further into the lab. “Even I know your bite is worse than your bark.”

That caused her to chuckle as her eyes flickering back and forth between him and the screen. Between Y/N and Fury, they had a softer relationship than most agents did with him. Maybe it was that her parents were friends with his family. But Y/N knew that when things meant business, the playful demeanor they had towards each other stopped.

“I’ve got an assignment for you.” He said as he came to a stop just in front of her desk.

“You mean besides this one?” She asked with a raised brow as her fingers typed along a keyboard. The new information she input caused the program to create a visual prototype of the weapon Fury had asked her for.

“For now this one is being put on hold.” Fury’s hands rested on the desk as he watched as Y/N looked up and at him. There was a slight frown on her face that caused Fury to chuckle. “Priorities change, Y/N/N. Including this one. What I need you to work on has been bumped up in priority.”

“This has to do with the mission the Avengers are on, isn’t it?” Y/N knew if she was right, that meant the Avengers had found an unknown source that needed to be identified. Usually, it was Y/N that got called in for those kinds of tasks.

“A Hydra base had a weapon on display, much like the scepter Loki had. But instead of an infinity stone at its center, it is something else. I need you and Stark to identify it.”

Y/N stilled at the name before she rolled her eyes. “We both know Stark and I don’t get along.”

“You two are the only ones that I want working on this.” He said as he stood up straight. “Between his brain and yours, it would save us a lot of time and expedite us destroying it.”

“You mean to study it before figuring out a way to utilize it?” Y/N knew better. She knew how Fury worked. His secret projects Y/N had been a part of from time to time. It was her design that was used for the prototype gun that had been created from pieces of the Destroyer when it came to Earth.

A knowing look formed on Fury’s face and it caused a smirk to pull at Y/N’s lips. He shook his head slightly. “It depends on if it can or cannot be utilized. I want to know why Hydra had it in the first place.”

“And that requires Stark’s help?” She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I get it.” He said as he tilted his head slightly. “You two have history. But I need the best minds I’ve got working on this.”

“What about Banner?” She asked, trying to get out of it one last time. “I don’t butt heads with Banner.” She was going to take whatever chances to avoid Tony Stark.

Fury eyed her before he turned to walk away from her. Y/N huffed out air as he had begun to do so. That was his answer to her question. He wasn’t going to let her out of this. Y/N should have known. For as many times as she tried to get out of work, Fury always got what he wanted.

“I want another batch!” She called out as she watched him leave. “Preferably the ones your mom makes.”

“Wheels up in an hour L/N.” Fury said as the sliding doors open. “I expect you to be on it.”

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“Alright, let's get this down to the lab.” Tony Stark said as he watched as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents began to pull the weapon off of the quinjet as he walked right behind them.

His hands slid against each other as he walked down the ramp, his eyes lingering on the case. The weapon was securely locked within a case to ensure that nothing would happen to it on its journey. He was eager to get started on figuring out what element was powering it. He had seen first hand the energy that came off of it in action.

“Perfect,” Natasha said as she exited out of the quinjet. “Fury just informed me that your new lab partner is already there and waiting for it's arrival."

Tony stopped in his tracks and turned towards Natasha. “Excuse me? There’s a what in my lab?”

“Fury sent someone over.” Natasha said as she came and stood in front of Tony. “Didn't give me a name though. He believes between the two of you, you’ll be able to identify the element faster and get it ready for transport."

Tony’s eyebrow raised. There was only one time he had opened his lab open to someone. And that had been to Bruce Banner. Why Fury decided it was a good time to send someone new in, Tony would never understand.

“J.A.R.V.I.S. who is currently in the lab?” He asked as he looked nowhere in particular. He wanted to know what he was about to walk into.

Miss Y/N L/N is, sir. The A.I said from overhead. She arrived minutes before you did.

“Shit,” Tony muttered under his breath as he looked back over at Natasha. The woman currently had a smirk pulling at her lips. “This is a joke right?”

Natasha laughed as she shrugged. "I'm only passing along the message."

Natasha knew enough about the relationship between Tony and Y/N. They butted heads when it came to almost anything and everything. She enjoyed watching the way Y/N had gotten under his skin any time they were in a room together. If there was one person that could put Tony in his place, it was Y/N.

Tony mumbled under his breath as he began making his way towards the elevator. He could probably avoid her for a few more hours. But knowing Y/N, she'd have things rearranged by the time he made it down there. It was better to face her now than later. It would definitely be worse later.

"Let Y/N know I'll call for backup when she needs it!" Natasha called out just as the elevator doors were closing.

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A frustrated sigh passed Y/N’s lips as she looked around the lab. With as many times as Y/N had been there, it had never ceased to amaze her that Tony would have things completely out of place. That included the perfectly neat station that she had left behind since she was becoming a frequent guest.

Pieces of junk had been carelessly tossed on the workstation, causing the items she had left on there to be scattered about. Stains from god knows what had been smeared on a majority of the files she left behind. No doubt things that Tony only looked at before tossing them aside.

They may have gotten on each other’s nerves, But Y/N had tried helping with some of the tech he was working on. While mostly suggestions, she knew that some of them would have upgraded things in a way that would help Tony. But with his stubbornness and ego, she wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t take any of it into account.

“J.A.R.V.I.S?” She called out as she walked around the workstation. “Does Tony actually need any of this or am I free to dispose of it?”

“Don’t answer that.” Tony said as he walked into the lab. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents close behind him, bringing in the encased weapon. The moment it was placed on a workstation, they left just as quickly as they came. “It is after all my lab and I can place things where I want, and when I want.” He had come to stand a few feet away from Y/N.

Y/N’s eyebrow raised as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes stayed on his before a small smirk slowly pulled at her lips. “J.A.R.V.I.S.?”

Mr. Stark is not intending to use the items he disposed of on your desk. I believe the term he used was ‘a junk table’.

Y/N watched as Tony’s mouth dropped at the A.I.’s words. He had never once had it work against him and yet, Y/N had managed to do so. “You turned him against me.”

“Not against,” She defended. “I just added a few things to ensure that I’d get the right information instead of you sabotaging me.”

“For the millionth time, that was not sabotage. I ensured everything was fair and square.” Tony rolled his eyes. “When did you even have time to hack into things?”

Y/N bit down on her tongue to keep her from speaking her mind. She should have known better. She should have known that he would simply deny it, just as he had plenty of times before. Instead, she let out a deep breath. “The last time I was here.” She said as she uncrossed her arms and began moving towards the case. “If I’m not mistaken, you were otherwise preoccupied with an overly bubbly blonde. Plus it wasn’t like I corrupted the system in any way. I just need someone on my side from time to time.”

Just as she reached the case and went to open it, Tony’s hand reached hers and stopped her from opening it. She turned to face him, her hand still on the latch. There was a slight glare on Tony’s face. Whether it was from her words or the fact she was attempting to open the case, she’d never know.

“You have no idea what this thing is and you want to just open it, like it’s nothing.” He said never taking his eyes off her.

“That’s what the point of this is.” She shook her head. “All the necessary protocols already came into play the moment the agents left.”

“I highly doubt that.” He said, taking a step back.

“Want to ask? Or should I?” Her fingers tapped on the latch as she watched him. It was a challenge.

The simple words enough to show how much they really trusted the other. While Tony had no idea about the rewrite that Y/N had included in his system, they hadn’t always agreed on things. If anything, they always disagreed with each other ninety-nine percent of the time. That one percent was a mix of giving in to what the other wanted or, Y/N getting her way.

It was as Tony let out a sigh that another smirk began to grow on Y/N’s lips. “J.A.R.V.I.S. are-”

Yeah, it was going to be a long week for the both of them.

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[ketsxeki]

the woods of the forgotten

a/n: a friday night treat for my lovelies! i hope you enjoy!

word count: 1.0k 

pairing(s): god!gonta gokuhara x mortal!reader

premise: you stumble upon the woods of an old, forgotten god 

warning(s): mention of spiders

The gods of old made humanity in their ugly image. 

Emotional, raw, and uncontrollable. 

Yet, humanity possessed a beauty about its ugliness. 

It wasn’t a surprise that certain gods would fall in love with their own creation.

The god of the woods and its creatures was no exception. He wasn’t like his brothers who slept around with any mortal that crossed their path. No, the god of the land prided himself on being a gentleman, classy and respectful. 

Yet, he couldn’t help but be enamored by the kindness of one particular mortal. 

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You were lost, terribly lost in the woods. Your friends had dared to spend the night for a cool fifty bucks but you were already regretting your decision. With every turn you made, the more twisted and confusing the woods became. 

“If I ever get out of here,” you hopped over some roots, “I’m so spending that money on a spa night.”

With moonlight and your phone’s flashlight being your only sources of light, you did your best to navigate through the forest but it was useless; you couldn’t find your way out, it was hopeless. 

“Woah, woah, woah!” you screamed, almost running into a spider web. Shivers went down your spine at the sight of the spiders before you, creepy and hairy. Sure, you didn’t like spiders - I mean, who likes spiders? - but you noticed a butterfly trapped in the web. 

It was a beautiful butterfly with wings that resemble gold. That butterfly didn’t deserve to die but it was the cycle of life.. or so you thought. Your body acted on its own, shooing the spiders away and gently grabbing the butterfly from the web. 

You did your best to remove the silky web from the butterfly’s wings and once you did, you swore the butterfly was thanking you by fluttering around your head. It flew off and something in the back of your mind compelled to follow it. 

“Wait up, little guy!” you yelled at the butterfly, as you maneuvered your way through the forest. The butterfly continued to flutter its wings and you went to reach for it, only for your footing to miss the ground. You went tumbling down the hill and crashed into a tree, disorientated and your head bleeding. 

“Fuck...” you grumbled, clutching the back of your head. You must had hit your head hard because when you looked up from the ground, you were greeted by a sight of pure wonder. 

Flowers covered the ground, glowing a soft bluish green hue. A large oak tree stood proudly in the center. It emitted an aura that told you to come closer, so you did just that. You got up and approached the oak tree, gently touching its bark. 

“Impossible,” a voice echoed throughout the forest. You flinched and removed your hand from the oak tree. A gust of wind ruffled your hair and you turned around, your (e/c) eyes meeting a set of crimson ones. A tall muscular man stood before you with the golden butterfly from before on his shoulder. Your cheeks heated up at the sight, he was kinda cute in your opinion. 

“Humans shouldn’t be able to find this place,” his voice was deep but gentle like a wise sage, hardened by years of experience. He looked your age, late teens to early twenties, but he acted as if he was thousands of years old. 

“I- I-” you seemed to have lost your voice. You pointed to the butterfly, “I just followed the butterfly, er-... sir?”

The man stared at the butterfly, as if the two were having a telepathic conversation. Finally, the man looked back at you and asked you, “Did you save this butterfly from spiders?”

“Uh.. yes?” you furrowed your brow in confusion, “How did you know?”

“Because I’m the god of the woods and its creatures, insects included.”

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“Sorry but I’m an atheist,” you blurted out in response to the muscular man’s confession. He looked at you in bewilderment and replied, “Er, no, I’m being serious,” before pinching the bridge of his nose, “How do you think I found out that you saved this butterfly?”

“Uhhhhhh...” you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. Maybe he was telling the truth, after all. 

“Look, the point is-” he took a step forward, “-you must be lost so the butterfly brought you to me. I can get you out of these woods, if you would like that.”

“Yes, please!” you didn’t care who this man was but if he was your ticket out of the woods, you would take it. The man chuckled at your excitement and extended his hand to you, “Grab my hand.”

Timidly, you reached for his hand and in a blink of an eye, you were outside the woods. You gasped, “Wh- What?! How did you do that?!””

“I told you, I’m the god of the woods and its creatures,” the man hummed. 

You had to believe him, how else would it explain the fact you teleported?

“I don’t recognize you from any books or religious text,” you confessed. 

The man smiled, what a pretty smile, “I’m a forgotten god, as are my brothers and sisters. My powers are limited and I’m bound to this particular forest.”

“Well,” you held out your hand, “I’m (Y/N), (Y/n) (L/N).”

“Gonta,” he shook your hand, “My name is Gonta.”

“Well, I hope I see you again!” you exclaimed to the god. He looked surprised, “You do?”

“Duh!” you laughed, “You did save my butt, after all.”

Gonta blushed a little, “Er.. you’re welcome, (Y/N).”

Compelled by an unknown desire, you pecked the god on the cheek, “Thanks for your help, again! I’ll see you, okay?”

With a red face, Gonta nodded and you ran off. The butterfly from before appeared beside Gonta and Gonta sighed, “(Y/N).. I never met such a kind mortal before.”

The butterfly flapped its wings in response and Gonta laughed, “I do hope I see them again.”

Maybe his brothers were right about the beauty of humans.

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Love Like Him

(So this is high key cause of a poem called “When Love Arrives” by Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay. Look it up, its good)

Master List

~~

When you were young, you had convinced yourself you knew what love was, what love looked like. Love was blond hair and green eyes. Love was skilled hands playing all your favorite songs on the piano. Love was bright laughter cut off when you walked into the room.

In high school, you tried to convince yourself what love wasn't. Love wasn't leather jackets and ripped jeans. Love wasn't a Rolling Stones shirt left on your bedroom floor when he fled out the window in the morning. Love wasn't steamy windows of a car that was older than both of you.

Love wasn't Im Jaebeom.

It couldn't be.

Love wouldn't do what he did. Love wouldn't ignore you in front of his friends, but give you rides to and from school. Love wouldn't run from your parents or keep things secret. Love would have been there at your Mathletes competitions, celebrated your acceptance into your dream school. But Jaebeom wasn't love.

And you convinced yourself of this.

That's why you left without saying goodbye, even though you saw him, watching you from across the street, as you loaded boxes into your car. You were running away, you couldn't even pretend you weren't, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

That's how you landed here, 15 years later. Head of finances for a major entertainment company, worth millions of dollars, no longer wearing sweaters and jeans to everything. You had become who you were meant to be, and yet you still found yourself daydreaming about a leather jacket and a Pontiac Firebird.

“Y/n, I have the statements from this last week, and your mail.” Your assistant announced, knocking on your office door.

“Come in.” The young woman set down the stack of folders and a few envelopes.

“It looks like one of them is from a high school.” She mentioned, “I didn't know you were old enough to have a kid in high school, or that you had kids.”

“I don't. Its probably for the reunion.” You shrugged. You had gotten a few messages from old high school friends asking if you were going.

“Are you going?” You shook your head, tossing the envelope to the side.

“Probably not. It's next weekend and I don't know if I'll have the time off.” She opened her mouth to say something else but you held up a hand to stop her. “Unless its related to these statements, you're welcome to leave.”

“Of course, Y/n.” She bowed, leaving you to your work.

The following day your boss, the CEO, called you into her office the moment you arrived. Your boss was chill, a bit young, maybe only a few years younger than you, and had built the company when she was barely out of high school. She may not have been the oldest in the room, but she commanded respect like she was.

“Y/n,” She started. “I got an email today regarding you.” She started, not giving you time for any small talk. “It says your high school reunion is coming up and I noticed you didn't take any time off.”

“No, I only got the invitation yesterday.” You weren't technically lying.

“Did you want to go?” She asked, bored eyes looking between you and her computer.

“I'm not sure.”

“Well, let me rephrase that, do you want to be paid rather handsomely for giving them a large check?” You stared at her in shock.

“Why-”

“I'm trying to convince someone who went to school there to join us here. He went to school around the same time as you, I believe.”

“Who?”

“Can't tell you, it's classified right now. But I need to know how much we would be able to donate without altering personnel pay. I want both answers by tomorrow evening please.” You nodded, standing to leave.

“What if my answer is no?” She looked up at you, a smirk forming on her lips.

“Something tells me it won't be.”

~~

You hated how right your boss always seemed to be, but here you were, sitting in your old school's parking lot in a car at least twice as good as most of the ones around you. You had chosen to wear something that didn't immediately mark you as rich but most of the people walking into the school were dressed to the nines anyway, so your black and silver dress didn't make you stand out too bad.

“Oh my gosh! Y/n.” You recognized the voice the instant you stepped out of your car, turning to find the once head cheerleader walking towards you with three kids in tow.

“Alex, hey, how are you?” You greeted, letting her kiss both your cheeks.

“I'm amazing, these are my boys, Jasper, William, and little Malachi.” She introduced. “My husband's going to be a little late.” Your heart clenched as you prepared for the next question. “What about you, are you married yet?” You shook your head slightly.

“No, I've been focusing on my job.” You explained, opening your trunk to get the oversized check. She led the way to the gym, and you found yourself looking at all the cars for the Firebird. So far, no luck.

Why did you want to see him so bad? He broke your heart, he's the one who fucked it up. He pretended you weren't anything while sneaking into your room almost every night, so why did you want to see him so bad?

Inside the gym was full of people, and you plastered a smile on your face as people began looking at you. You had expected the stares, but it didn't stop you from trying to hide, walking along the edge of the room to find the current principle. Your cheeks were already burning from shame at the comments. Your dress didn't reveal anything but your bare arms and most of your legs. It wasn't so short you'd pop out if you bent over, you could have worn this to work.

“Damn, who hired her?”

“Dress like that, no way she'd say no.”

“There's no way that's her.” You heard someone say. “She got so hot.”

“She was always beautiful.” The moment you heard his voice a shiver ran up your spine.

“I think she heard you.”

“She did.” You breathed in, calming your nerves, before turning to the source of the voices.

He looked different now, and yet still the same. The stud on the side of his nose still glinted against the lights, but his eyes were warmer now, and his leather jacket had been traded for a grey sweater.

How the tables had turned.

“Miss L/n,” The principal greeted. “Thank you for your donation.” He shook your hand with a grin, which you returned. “The art department will be thanking you for years.”

“Don't worry about it, the company will always support the arts programs.” You explained.

“Let's have a photo?” He asked, pointing to the cameraman waiting.

“Of course.” You held up one end of the check, and he held the other, with his free hand resting on your waist. You smiled through a few photos until his hand slipped down from your waist, gradually going lower. The moment you felt his hand squarely on your butt you stepped away, sending him a harsh glare. “That's enough photos. Have a good night, sir.”

“Damn look at that ass.”

“What a piece on her.”

“How much do you think I'd have to pay to get her for the night?” The comments seemed 10 times louder than they were, but you had had enough. You passed Jaebeom and Jinyoung on the way out, walking so close to them you could smell the cologne he wore.

You made it outside and all the way to the broken wall you used to sit on to hide before the dam broke and your make up was ruined. People sucked, your heart hurt, and despite looking amazing, you felt gross. It didn't help that your dress was sleeveless and the spring night was providing plenty of brisk winds.

Something heavy fell across your shoulders and his cologne invaded your senses.

“Jaebeom.” You greeted blankly, staring at the ground by your feet.

“How'd you know?” He asked, sitting down next to you. He had bulked up a bit since you had seen him last.

“You wear the same cologne.” Silence fell over the two of you, the laughter and music from the gym barely audible.

“Did you get where you wanted to go?” He finally asked, voice barely a whisper.

“I'm head of finances for an entertainment company, I live in a penthouse, I don't have to worry about eating or being cold at night.”

“But are you happy?” You turned to look at him. Seeing him so close felt different. There was the shadow of stubble across his jaw, purple barely visible under his eyes and a small pout on his lips.

“No.” You found yourself confessing. Why? You weren't sure. “I haven't been happy for a long time.” You turned to look back at the football field down ahead of you.

“How come?”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“I'll tell you why I'm not happy.” He started, hands pressed between his thighs like a scolded kid. “In high school I was an asshole. I found this girl, and she was beautiful and smart and funny and everything I never thought I'd look for in love. And I messed it up.” Your heart seized, he must have been talking about someone else. “I kept playing it off, pretending we weren't together, hiding from her parents, but in reality, I wanted nothing more than to hold her hand and talk her on movie dates, not just make out in my car.”

“So why'd you do it?” You asked once he had finished.

“Because I felt I had to. I was the coolest guy in school and when you're an idiot high schooler, its the most important thing in the world.” He sighed, shoulders slumping. “I was an idiot who couldn't see the woman of my dreams right in front of me.”

“So what are you now?”

“I'm a singer, with Jinyoung. I have 5 cats, whom I love equally.” He rambled. “I'm in love with this girl.”

And there's the heartbreak you were waiting for.

“She's smart, and somehow even more beautiful than the last time I saw her.”

“So go get her.”

“I can't. She hates me, the last time I spoke to her I laughed at her in front of the whole school, then we graduated and she left.” You were really hoping you were right about who he was talking about as you spoke next.

“She doesn't hate you.” You turned to look at him when he looked at you abruptly.

“Are you sure?”

“It's my turn to tell you a story.” You deflected. “When I was in high school, there was this guy I'm sure I was in love with. He was the opposite of what I thought love was, but he made me feel so amazing. He hurt me all the time though, he'd run from my parents and act like he didn't even know me at school. It hurt so bad.” He let out a deep sigh. “But then I ran away. I went off to college and I tried to forget about him. I kept using the way he would treat me as a standard. If they treated me like he did behind closed doors, but not the way he treated me in public, they were golden, but I started to realize something. No one could ever compare to him. No one held me with the same amount of emotion, no one looked at me the same way during sex, no one's car felt like home, like his. It took me until I overheard him tonight to realize, I had always been in love with him, even after 15 years.”

“Y/n.” You turned to face him, finding his face inches from yours. “You mean it?” You didn't answer, instead just pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth.

He smiled, no, grinned at you when you pulled away.

“Do you want to go back inside?” He asked, standing.

“Not really. I never liked dances, never had anyone to dance with.” You confessed.

“I know, and I should have taken you to Prom, so let me make it up to you? One dance and then I'll let you go back to the city forever.”

“Fine, but you have to walk me to my car.”

“I can do that.”

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A slow song started almost the moment you walked back into the gym. You stayed by the doors, but people were still watching you both.

“People are staring.” You whispered, cheeks heating up.

“Let them stare.” He shrugged, pulling you close by the waist. “I want my dance, I waited 15 years for it.” You shook your head, laughing.

“I have a question Jb.” You finally spoke after a few moments of silence.

“What's that?”

“What happened to the Firebird?”

“It's sitting in my garage.”

“How come?” You looked up at him, finding him smiling.

“Well, the day after that girl I told you about left, it stopped wanting to work. I usually ride my bike, but Jinyoung drove me today.” You nodded in understanding.

“Well then, here's my request. Come find me in the city. There's a diner there that reminds me of home, but you have to pick me up in the bird.”

“Why?”

“So we can pick up where we left off.”

~~Bonus~~

You stepped out of the elevator, coat thrown over one arm, and your bag in the other. Nearly a week had passed since the reunion and you were finally ready to go home for the weekend. People in the lobby were staring at you as you made your way to the front of the building.

“Hey, what's going on, why's everyone staring at me?” You asked the receptionist at the front desk.

“Well, the guy over there, he's from the boss' newest deal. He says he knows you, and that you made him agree to work here.” They explained, pointing to where a familiar leather jacket towered over your boss. Both of you exchanged confused looks before you walked over to the pair. The moment you smelled his cologne you smiled.

“Jaebeom?” You called, making him turn with a smile.

“Good evening, Y/n.” He greeted.

“I should be thanking you, Y/n. The JJ Project only signed onto the company because you impressed them so much during the reunion.”

“Excuse me, sir, is that your car out front?” A security guard interrupted the conversation.

“Yes it is, I'll move it in a moment.” Jb smiled, “Just me finish talking to the boss.”

“You two go have a good weekend, I'll see you both on Monday.” The Boss grinned, shooting you a wink. “Go on, I have business to handle.”

“Good night, boss!” You both called. You turned to Jb, who took the bag from your hand and offered you his own. Entwining your now free hand into his you let him walk you out the door to where the car was waiting.

“So you got her to work?” He grinned at you as he opened the door.

“I just told her she was getting her co-pilot back and she burst into life like she was brand new.” He explained, “I guess we both missed you.” Once he had sat down in his seat you leaned over, grabbing his collar and kissing him properly. “What was that for?” You just shrugged.

“Picking up where we left off.”

[minimin1993]

S/M 19 & B/L 18

Warning: Implied masturbation? XD. Language as always. Violence.

After her lovely morning with Jennie, Min went to meet up with Sebastian at the bowling alley.

“So I am quite surprised Jennie isn’t here right now.” Sebastian said tying his bowling shoes.

“She has training at 3 so I called her an uber to take her back to her back. However, I asked her to be my Valentine so I will see her in a few days.” Min said with a proud look on her face.

“Dam Princess, you are not playing around are you?” 

“Nope, she’s the first girl that made me feel like this to be honest. God damn when I first saw her it was like time stopped and nothing else mattered.” Min said grabbing her desired bowling ball placing it on the stand waiting for Sebastian. 

“I know I was there, you were all flustered. I was laughing on the inside.” Sebastian said setting his ball down setting up the screen. 

“Pshh, so what you doing Valentine? Ganna work up the courage and ask Margarita?” Min said with a wink before walking off throwing the first toss hitting 6 pins. 

“I don’t know yet, I was hoping to spend Valentine with Ma this year. She misses you, she keeps asking me about you last time I talked to her.” 

“Tell her I miss her too, and that I will visit the moment I am in New York.” Min said throwing her ball and misses. “God dang it.” 

“So what you planning on doing on Valentine for her other then the obvious.” He said winking at her. “Oh shut up.” 

“What? It’s true. You both were so loud last night, you do remember I am a man right. I have urges too. Shit you both made it so hard for me to sleep last night, you were practically mauling her. And this morning Chris and I couldn’t have left fast enough and still heard you guys” Sebastian said with a smirk on his face. 

“Aww did we get you guys all worked up? Come on you had Chris, you know the world ships Stucky. It’s all over Tumblr you know. You could have made millions of girls dream come true.”  

“Oh yeah you did, worked out my biceps though because of it so win win situation. Plus they ship BuckLin more, we are engaged after all.” He said flexing his right arm. 

“Oh my god Sebastian. The mental image.” She said covering her burning face making him laugh.

“Come on it's not that bad. I think I am a pretty decent looking guy.” 

“I was kidding, but dam the thought of having you rubbing it out by the sounds of me and Jennie is an honor.” She said making him laugh harder. 

 The next few weeks have been uneventful, Sebastian has went back to New York while Min and Jennie explore their new found relationship before Min heads off to film Age of Ultron. 

 Sebby (>^.^)> 

So I asked out Margarita :)

MinniePrincess ^-^

YASSSS!!!!!! Tap that ass or I will tap it!

I am serious

Treat her right or I will take her fine ass away from you

Sebby (>^.^)>     LOL I don’t think Jennie will appreciate that 

MinniePrincess ^-^

    Jennie said she will tap it with me BTW 

    PS She is cooking next to me 

Sebby (>^.^)>

    Ya’ll kinky mother fuckers I swear.

MinniePrincess ^-^

    You betcha we are ;D 

https://i.imgur.com/sXvgaQN.gifv

(Pissed off why this Gif wont just play... click on the link to see the picture she send him.^^)

Sebby (>^.^)>

    TMI, I didn’t need to know what 

MinniePrincess ^-^

    Oh shut up!! Don’t act like your so fucken innocent

Sebby (>^.^)>

    LOLOL So true!! 

MinniePrincess ^-^ 

    I miss you here in LA so much

    I wish we didn’t live so far from each other now

Sebby (>^.^)> 

    I miss you too princess 

    But hey it’s not so bad now since your only a couple of hours away 

MinniePrincess ^-^

    I know grrr should have gotten a place in New York instead 

    BUT I LOVE THE BEACHES SO MUCH HERE!!!   

Sebby (>^.^)> 

    EXACTLY!!! 

    It’s not so bad princess, just a few months and we will be in Philly together

MinniePrincess ^-^

    A few months too much!!!!

    Grrr, anyways I have to go, food’s ready! 

    I’ll talk to you later Bye!!! ^^

Sebby (>^.^)> 

    Ok Princess TTYL :)

  The Avengers are in the process of infiltrating a HYDRA base in Sokovia, when Tony bounces off of the base's force field.

“Shit!” Tony said

“Language!” Steve said making Linda laugh from the motorcycle behind him. “JARVIS, what's the view from upstairs?”

“The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker's technology is well beyond any other Hydra base we've taken.” Jarvis answered.  

“Loki's scepter must be here. Strucker couldn't mount this defense without it. At long last.” Thor said  

“At long last is lasting a little long, boys.” Natasha said taking out agents after agents.  

“Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise.” Clint said.  

“Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said ‘language?’” Tony said making Linda laugh louder as Steve turns at rolls his eyes at her.  

“I know, it just slipped out.” Steve said throwing his bike at the Hydra jeep before jumping onto Linda bike pushing her behind him.  

“Hey unfair, get your own.” Linda said crossing her arms around her chest.  

“I just did.” He said playfully. They were driving on the motorcycle when something dashed into them knocking them both off the bike.  

“Oh come on.” Linda said looking around.  

"We have an enhanced in the field.” Steve said as both runs toward the direction it was going.  

“  Clint's hit!” Natasha said “Somebody want to deal with that bunker?” She said seeing the Hulk coming to the rescue smashing right into the bunker. “Thank you.”  

While Linda and Steve was running on the field they reached a group when Steve sends his shield while Linda whips the agents knocking them out. “Stark, we're really need to get inside.”  

“  I'm closing in. JARVIS, am I...closing in? Do you see a power source for that shield?” Tony said  

“There's a pathway below the north tower.”  

“Great, I wanna poke it with something, Drawbridge is down, people.” Tony said blowing up the invisible shield around the base. Linda and Steve still working together knocking the agents out when Thor came out of nowhere, sending a blast of his hammer knocking over the rest while Linda absorbs the aftershock feeling rejuvenated.  

“The enhanced?” Thor asked when they ran over to him.  

“He's a blur. All the new players we've faced, I've never seen this. In fact, I still haven't.” Steve said looking around.  

“Clint's hit pretty bad, guys. We're gonna need evac.” Natasha said over the com.  

“I can get Barton to the jet. The sooner we're gone the better. You, Linda, and Stark secure the scepter.” Thor said  

“Copy that.” Steve said as they watch the soldier approaching them in their Hydra tanks making Linda smirk standing back knowing what’s going to happen.  

“Looks like they're lining up.” Thor said twirling his hammer.  

“Well, they're excited.” Steve said lifting his shield up for Thor to hit and the force knocks down all the soldiers while Linda absorbs all the aftershock.  

“Shit, how I miss that feeling.” Linda/Luna said opening her black eyes looking at Thor and Steve all giggly making Thor smirk.  

“Find the scepter.” He said before flying off.  

“And for gosh sake, watch your language!” Tony said causing Linda to laugh seeing Steve sigh. “That's not going away anytime soon.” Steve said looking down.  

“Come on time to have some fun.” Linda/Luna said running over to the base whipping all the agents in her way with the excess energy she has running through her veins somehow still surprising Steve after all the years of knowing her.  

When they made it to the staircase she knocks out the last Agent before running into Strucker running down the stairs.   

“Baron Strucker. Hydra's number one thug.” Steve said coming in after her.  

“Technically, I'm a thug for SHIELD.” Strucker said.  

“Well then technically you're unemployed.” Linda/Luna said pretending to think before grinning menacing.  

“Where's Loki's scepter?” Steve said  

“Don't worry, I know when I'm beat. You'll mention how I cooperated, I hope.” Strucker said a little to confident making Linda question his motive.  

“I'll put it right under illegal human experimentation. How many are there?” Steve ask while Linda begins to look around when someone walks up to her knocking her and Steve down the stairs and quickly leaves.  

“We have a second enhanced. Female. Do not engage.” Steve said when they ran up the stairs looking at Strucker.  

“You'll have to be faster than…” Strucker said when Steve kicks up his shield knocking Strucker out.  

“Guys, I got Strucker.” Steve said picking up Strucker tossing him over his shoulder walking out with Linda practically skipping behind him.  

“Yeah, I got...something bigger.” Tony said over the com “Thor, I got eyes on the prize.”  

“So how long does the extra energy take to wear off normally.” Steve said watching Linda doing flips and cartwheels making him laugh at her.  

“I don’t know Steve, how long does it take for your extra energy to wear off?” Linda asked smuggly hanging upside down from the tree looking at him.  

“Rude.” He said with a smirk walking into the jet.  

“Ignore her, normally Loki and her disappears for days in their room.” Thor said with a smirk before Linda sends him a small jolt.  

“Oww, so this is the thanks I get?” Thor asked rubbing his butt.  

“Oh I know, maybe Capsicle can help you work off….” Tony said before Linda ramps up her finger about to jolt him but he walks to the pilot seat before finishing.

“Nope learned that the hard way.”  

“Thor, report on the Hulk?” Natasha asked turning their attention to look at her and Banner.  

“The gates of Hell are filled with the screams of his victims.” Thor said with a smile on his face but Natasha glares at him and Banner groans in despair.   “  Uh, but, not the screams of the dead, of course. No no, uh...wounded screams, mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and, and uh... and gout.”  

“Hey Banner, Dr. Cho's on her way in from Seoul, is it okay if she sets up in your lab?” Tony asked changing the subject.  

“  Uh, yeah, she knows her way around.” Banner said  

“Thanks. Tell her to prep everything, Barton's gonna need the full treatment.” Tony said to Jarvis.  

“Very good sir.”  

“JARVIS, take the wheel.” Tony said standing up walking over to the scepter.  

“Yes, sir. Approach vector is locked.”  

“ It feels good, yeah? I mean, you've been after this thing since SHIELD collapsed. Not that I haven't enjoyed our little raiding parties, but…  

“No, but this...this brings it to a close.” Thor said.  

“As soon as we find out what else this has been used for. I don't just mean weapons. Since when is Strucker capable of human enhancement?” Steve asked  

“Banner and I'll give it the once before it goes back to Asgard. Is that cool with you?” Tony asked as Thor nods his head.   “  I mean, just a few days until the farewell party. You're staying, right?”  

“Yes, yes, of course. A victory should be honored with revels.” Thor said  

“Yeah. Who doesn't love revels. Captain?” Tony asked  

“Hopefully this puts an end to the Chitauri and HYDRA, so. Yes, revels.”   

The Avengers aircraft lands at the Avengers headquarters where Barton is taken to have his wound tended to; Maria walk up to Stark.  

“Lab's all set up, boss.”  

“Uh, actually, he's the boss. I just pay for everything, and design everything and make everyone look cooler.” Tony said pointing over to Steve who was putting things away with Linda.  

“What's the word on Strucker?”  

“NATO's got him.”  

“The two enhanced?” He asked Maria who gives him the tablet.  

“Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Twins. Orphaned at ten when a shell collapsed their apartment building. Sokovia had a rough history. It's nowhere special but it's on the way to everywhere special.”She said as they walked off the jet.  

“  Their abilities?”  

“He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neural electric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation.” Maria explained making Linda giggle knowing he didn’t understand what she said judging the funny look he was giving her.  

“He's fast and she's weird.” She rephrased.  

“Well, they're going to show up again.”  

“Agreed. File says they volunteered for Strucker's experiments. It's nuts.” Maria said as Linda and Steve walks into the elevator.  

“Right. What kind of monster would let a German scientist experiment on them to protect their country?”  

“We're not at war, Captain.” Maria said.  

“They are.” Steve said when the door closes.  

“I don’t think that’s what Maria meant Steve.” Linda said feeling the tension rolling off Steve.  

“I know, still hurts.” Steve said with a smirk making Linda scoff.  

“Whatever, Jarvis take me to the pool. I gotta work off this energy before I burst.” Linda said.  

“Yes Miss Grey.” Jarvis said taking her to the pool.  

“Captain.” Linda said jokingly walking out of the Elevator. 

[faggotpigshit-blog]

The ABCs of Using this Faggot

 Being A faggot is the product of good education and training. And the foundation of everyone’s education, of course, is the ABCs. Here’s a new alphabet that this faggot should learn:

• A is for Ass. This faggot is always be prepared to sniff, eat and lick a Man’s ass — whether it’s clean or dirty, smooth or hairy, dry or sweaty. As a faggot, it’s my duty to be a human asswipe wherever and whenever my services are needed. • B is for Balls. This faggot never neglects a Man’s balls. Fresh from a shower or ripe and sweaty after days without a shower, His sack is my snack. • C is for Cum. Cum is the staple of the faggot diet. my primary source for sustenance, therefore,I should always be seed. It is my lifeblood. Down My throat or in my ass, I need a constant supply of cock snot and m willing to do whatever it takes to get fed. • D is for Dick. A faggot exists to service and worship dick. Never forget it. His dick is my deity. • E is for Enema. Unless otherwise instructed by Master, This faggot always keep his hole in pristine condition: clean, shaved and ready to be used at a moment’s notice. • F is for Feet. Figuratively and literally,This faggots live at the feet of real Men. At our Master’s feet, therefore, is where I belong. Furthermore, it’s my duty as a faggot to worship Men’s feet. Stinky, sweaty, dirty, bare, socked — it doesn’t matter. When I'm so commanded, I lick, sniff and suck My Master’s feet. • G is for Gangbang. Faggots are ideal for sharing. Even if I belong to just one Master, therefore, I am mentally and physically prepared to be passed around among Men, who will bond over the experience of sharing my holes. • H is for Hole. Every faggot has two holes, both of which were designed to be used and abused by Men. It is not up to the faggot which hole is used; a Man may choose to occupy — and, if He so desires, ruin — whatever hole He pleases. • I is for Inspection. Faggots are subject to frequent and thorough inspections by Men, who have the right to ensure their faggot meets their standards both physically and mentally. I am be prepared to have every inch of my body examined and prodded during an inspection, and — at the discretion of the Man who is inspecting me — to either thank Him if I receive a passing grade, or to commit myself to making whatever improvements He deems necessary if I receive a failing grade. • J is for Jerking Off. When I am being used, I am not permitted to pleasure myself, unless given permission to do so by the Man I'm servicing. This includes jerking my fag-dick and cumming; a faggot is not allowed to do either without prior permission. • K is for Kneeling. A faggot’s default position is on his knees. Unless ordered otherwise, a I never stand or sit in the presence of a Man; I always kneel. • L is for Licking. I'm used to licking, because I will do a lot of it. I will lick my Master’s cock and balls, for instance. I will lick my Master’s ripe shit hole. I will lick my Master’s feet. I will lick up spilled spit, piss and cum from the floor. I may even be required to lick the shit and piss stains from toilets. • M is for Masochism. Faggots are masochistic by nature. I should enjoy being used, degraded and abused. It is my place in life. If I'm going to be a practicing faggot, I must get used to the idea that I am less than a Man — perhaps even less than human — and will be treated as such. • N is for Nipples. A faggot must recognize that His Master’s nipples are centers of pleasure, and deserve to be licked and sucked for his Master’s enjoyment. Likewise, I must recognize that my own nipples are centers of pain, and will be used for training or during punishment if so desired by my Master. • O is for Obedience. As a faggot, it’s my duty to obey Men. When they tell me to do something — no matter how humiliating, scary, gross, etc. — I do it. End of story. In the event that I do not obey, I should be ready and willing to receive appropriate punishment for your disobedience, which might range from spanking to solitary confinement to chastity, or anything in between. • P is for Poppers. Many Men love using poppered-up pigs. If my Master is one of them, I must open my nose and inhale from his little brown bottle whenever he presents it. It is my duty to please him, so if he tells me to sniff, I better sniff long, hard and deep. • Q is for Quiet. A good faggot expresses appreciation to the Men he services with verbal thanks and moans of pleasure. However, there comes a time when every Man demands that a faggot simply shut up and take it. During these times, it’s my duty as a faggot to remain quiet — and to be gagged if I fail to do so. • R is for Restraints. Faggots often must be bound and restrained in order to be of maximum use to the Men they service. As a faggot, therefore, I do not object when my Master breaks out the rope, handcuffs and chains. If He needs I could be immobilized so that He may make optimal use of your fag holes, I must submit. He knows what’s best. • S is for Service. Faggots must have a servant’s heart. Service and enslavement are in this faggot's nature; embrace them. • T is for Toilet. “Faggot” is a synonym for “toilet.” As a faggot, therefore, My holes must be available for Men to use as they would any other toilet. That is, as a receptacle for spit, piss, cum, snot, farts and perhaps even shit. Not every Man will choose to use His faggot this way, but if I'm to be a true faggot I must resign myself to my role as a waste receptacle. If a Man’s body produces it, it is His right to dispose of it in me. • U is for Underwear. Unless otherwise instructed, faggots are not allowed to wear underwear — or any clothes, for that matter — in the presence of Men, as our holes must be as available and as accessible as possible. • V is for Vibrator. As a faggot, My hole should be constantly occupied. When it is not filled with cock, then, it should be occupied by a vibrator or another anal toy — a dildo, perhaps, anal beads or a butt plug. • W is for Whore. Faggots are whores. So, If I find myself feeling ashamed or embarrassed or regretful of my fag activities, I remind myself that I am a whore. The knowledge that I am fulfilling our God-given purpose in life should be comforting, such that I can continue my mission of sexual servitude. • X is for X-ray. Remember that Men have the equivalent of X-ray vision when it comes to spotting pigs and whores. If you’re a faggot, they will see it and they will know it. There is no use pretending to be a real Man, therefore. I should always give in and accept my true identity as a faggot, because everyone around me already sees it and knows it — even if I'm myself are trying to deny it. • Y is for Yes. As in, “Yes, Sir,” which is the only phrase a faggot should know how to say. • Z is for Zoo. It’s no accident that many faggots identify as “pigs,” “otters,” “cubs” and “pups.” If I'm not so useful to Men out in the real world, I would likely be kept in a zoo alongside the real pigs and pups. If I ever feel the urge to talk back to a Man, therefore, or to demand equal treatment from one, stop and remember that I'm really just another animal; the Man is doing what’s good and right by trying to domesticate me so I may live alongside him in society instead of in a zoo.

[namjuney]

Frat Boy Jungkook

Hey guys this is my first request so I hope you like it :)

Today is grade check day in my chemistry class. It’s my freshman year of college and have been working my butt off to do the best I possibly can in all my classes. Chemistry is a class that has always came naturally to me. I’ve never been worried a day in life about passing anything that has to do with chemistry. “I will now hand out the grade sheets,” Mr. Moore announces to the class. He hands everyone their own piece of paper. Around the room there are sounds of dissatisfied moans and quiet rejoicing cheers. I receive my paper with an expected 4.0 in the class. After all the papers have been handed out, class continues as usual. The clock strikes noon and the class is excused. I begin gathering my things to head to my next class when I over hear an upset student talking with Mr. Moore.

“Mr. Moore this has to be a mistake! I can’t have an F in this class, I just can’t!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Jeon, but the work that you have been submitting, if any is submitted, is inadequate. I have no choice but to give you an F in the class.”

“Sir, I will do anything. Anything! I just can’t have an F in this class.”

“Miss (y/n), do you have a moment?,” Mr. Moore calls out to me as I’m leaving the lecture hall.

“Of course,” I respond as I turn and walk towards the front of the hall. I stand next to the student who is unhappy with his current grade. I look up slightly at him, as he is a bit taller than I am. He has dark brown hair that comes to his eyebrows and splits at a colic in his bangs. The tight fitting black t-shirt he has on shows off his thin, but toned physique.

“What are you looking at?” he snaps at me. I look down at my sneakers feelings embarrassed for staring to long.

“You shouldn’t be so rude Mr. Jeon since she seems to be your only hope to pass this class.” Mr. Moore’s statement seems to catch both our attentions. “Miss (y/n) has the highest grade in the class and also happens to be a tutor. I suggest you ask nicely for her to take you on in tutoring you so you may pass this class.”

“Sir, are you sure this is the only way that I can pass. Can’t I do some extra credit or redo some assignments or something other than her tutoring me?”

“I’m sorry, but as stated in the syllabus I don’t give out extra credit, let assignments be redone, or take late work. Getting a tutor is the only option I see suitable for your situation. I’ll let you decide if you want to use this opportunity to pass or don’t, and at this rate fail.” We are dismissed and walk out of the lecture hall. When we get outside the doors of the hall I look to the boy awaiting an answer from him. He seems more upset than before.

“I can give you my information if you want to think abo-”

“Fine,” he says interrupting me. “Will you tutor me?”

“Yes. I’m always looking for students who need extra help,” I say and smile. He rolls his eyes at my open willingness to tutor him.

“I have one condition. My tutoring will be kept a secret from everyone except you and Mr. Moore.”

“Why would you want it to be kept a secret?”

“Do you not know who I am? I’m Jeon Jungkook, sophomore and member of Alpha Phi Alpha, the most well known fraternity on campus. If this were to get out I would never live it down that I was the guy who needed to be tutored by some nerdy freshman girl.”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize that being tutored was such a big deal. But if you want me to keep it a secret I will.” I pull out a card that the Tutoring Center made me to give to students. “This card has my number and email on it. You can contact me whenever and we can organize a time that works for your sessions.” He grabs the card from my hand and storms off. “What a douche,” I mumble to myself and head to my next class.

A couple days have gone by and I haven’t heard from Jungkook. I even tried catching him after chemistry a couple times, but he’s quick to leave without a word. I’ve given up on trying to chase him down. If he doesn’t want to pass this class then it’ll be his own fault for not coming to me. It’s the weekend so there are no classes today. On the weekend I am either tutoring or studying. I just finished a session with one of my regulars and decide to head back to my room. I settle in my bed wearing my favorite pair of sweats and a white t-shirt. Just as I open my laptop to begin writing a paper there is a knock at my door. When I open the door I’m surprised to find that Jungkook is standing in my doorway. He pushes his way past me and into my room. “Close the door,” he snaps. I close the door and he sits down in my desk chair.

“How did you find my dorm room? That information wasn’t on my card.”

“Did you not understand the first time? I’m Jeon Jungkook, I get whatever I want. All I had to do was ask someone in the Housing Office.”

“Well then why are you here? You obviously don’t want to be tutored since you never contacted me.” I walk over and sit on the edge of my bed awaiting his answer.

“I don’t want to be tutored by you, but now I have no choice. I decided it would be best if I came to your room so we weren’t seen around campus together.”

“And what if I would’ve had a roommate or a friend in my room?” I say with a smirk.

“First of all, if you’re a tutor you get a room to yourself so you wouldn’t have a roommate. Second of all, who would ever want to hang out with someone like you?” He says smirking and making mine go away. “So, shall we start then?” He pulls a notebook and pencil out of his bag and we begin our first and unscheduled session.

Jungkook begins to show up to my room for tutoring everyday. I tutor him and deal with his daily sassiness over every little thing I say. It’s an annoying quality of his, but I’m used to it now and expect nothing less. As we work, I learn little things about him. His birthday is September 1st, he has an older brother who he looks up too, his favorite food is pizza, and his favorite color is black. This is only a small amount of things that I’ve learned about him in our short time together. I also noticed that when he is frustrated he taps his fingers on the table. When I see this I try to calm him down and let him take a break. Lately he hasn’t tapped his fingers much which makes me think he’s starting to understand the concepts of chemistry easier. We decide that the results of the next chemistry test will determine whether we continue our tutoring sessions together. I want him to do a good job, but a part of me wants him to have to stick around.

It’s our last tutoring session before the test and I sit in my room waiting for the usual knock at my door. An hour passes by and Jungkook still hasn’t showed up. Maybe he’s just running late. I pull out a book to read until he arrives. ---- I finish and close the book. Looking at my watch the time is now a little after 1 am. I can’t believe he didn’t show up to our last session. At first I was a little pissed off thinking he’s slacking before the test. But then I start thinking what if something happened. Maybe he’s hurt, or sick. Before I can stop myself I have my jacket on and am out the door.

I walk to the fraternity house of Alpha Phi Alpha and find a scene of what looks like the aftermath of a party. I step over beer cans and red solo cups littered on the stairs making my way to the front door. I knock on the door, but there’s no answer. I knock again. “Jungkook!” I call out. I hear a loud moan coming from the side of the house. While walking towards the source of the moan I call out his name again, “Jungkook!” The moan is louder now.

“Uuuggghhhh. Why are you so looouuuuddd?” I look over and there he is. Jungkook is laying in a bush on the side of the frat house. He’s laying in an awkward position as I try and help him up and out of the bush.

“Jungkook, why are you laying in a bush? Are you okay?” I say as I try and stand him on his feet. He almost collapses to the ground again, but I support him on my shoulder.

“None of your damn businessss nerrrdd,” he sloppily says while trying to make an L on his forehead with his free hand.

“Are you drunk?”

“So what if I ammm?”

“Jungkook, is there a door open so I can bring you to your room?” I walk him over to the steps in front of the house and set him down.

“I don’t knowww,” he says waving his hand at me to go away, “Go check yourselfff.” I walk up to the front door and try the handle. It’s locked. I make my way around the back avoiding piles of trash. The back door is locked too. I head back to the front where I left Jungkook, pull out my phone and get us an uber.

Jungkook wakes up around noon and sits up in my bed. I swivel my desk chair facing him holding my cup of tea and take off glasses. “Good morning sunshine. Did you have a rough night?” I say sarcastically.

He squints his eyes and rubs his temples. “Where am I?” he groans.

“You’re in my bed where you slept. Unless you wanted me to leave you laying in a bush.” I get up and pour him a cup of tea. “Here drink this.” I hand him the tea and he takes a large gulp.

“What do you mean leave me in a bush? What happened last night?”

“You never showed up to our daily session and the test is tomorrow. I got worried that something happened to you, so I walked to your frat house. You guys must have thrown quite the party since I found you plastered laying in a bush on the side of the house. I tried to bring you inside, but it was locked so I brought you to my room.”

“Awe, you were worried about me?” he leans forward with a smirk on his face. I blush and turn away from him to pour myself some more tea.

“I - I wasn’t worried about you more so that I worked so hard for you to pass and I didn’t want you to blow it.” I turn back around gaining my composure and lean against my desk.

“Mmhmm,” he says leaning back again. “You know, you look cute once you take the glasses off.” He says this so casually while sipping his tea. “You should take them off more often, maybe then someone would want to be your friend.”

“That’s so rude. Why do you feel the need to say things like that?” I feel a sudden rush of anger mixed with annoyance. I set my tea down and move towards the door. “Get out of my room.”

“Hey hey hey. I was just joking. I didn’t me-”

“I’m sick of your jokes,” my voice is getting louder now, “I said get out of my room!” He gets out of my bed and sets the tea down on my desk. Slowly making his way towards the open door he puts his hands up as to surrender. When he’s close enough to the door, I stick my arm out to push him out. In the blink of an eye he grabs my arm, closes the door, and presses me against it. I’m now trapped between Jungkook and the door.

His head hangs down looking at the floor. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. His apology shocks me. “I didn’t know that my teasing comments bothered you that much.”

“They would bother anyone because they’re just rude.”

“I promise I’ll never say another rude comment to you ever again. Okay?”

“How about you never say a rude comment to anyone ever again?”

“Fine.” He looks up and our eyes meet. I can feel his breath on my face and it makes my blood run hot. “Would you have time for me to do an unscheduled session today?” he smiles.

I can’t help but smile back, “Of course.” He releases me from the door and we begin our last and unscheduled session.

It's been two days since the chemistry test and today we get the results back. During our last tutoring session Jungkook said he would come to my room with his test result and we would look at it together and decide if he needed further tutoring. I really hope he did well, I mean that’s what we’ve been working so hard for. But what if he doesn’t need me anymore after this test. This could be the last time I ever see him except for around campus and in class. I wait in my room for Jungkook to show up and eventually there is a knock at the door. Jungkook comes in with a folded piece of paper. “I haven't looked at it yet,” he says. His face tells me that he’s excited and nervous about his grade. As he’s about to open the paper he looks me in the eyes and smiles. “If I get a B or higher will you come to one of our frat parties?”

I’m confused as to why he would ask me to come to a party, but I’m reluctant to refuse. “Fine, but if it’s below a B then we will continue your tutoring sessions.”

“Deal.” He reaches out his hand and we shake on it. Opening the paper toward himself a huge grin spreads across his face. “Looks like you should get ready to party (y/n).” He turns the paper to face me and a large, red B+ is written at the top.

“Congratulations! You did it Jungkook.” Only thinking about how proud I am of Jungkook, I embrace him. After a moment I realize what I’m doing and try to pull away, but before I can his arms envelope me.

“It’s all thanks to you (y/n).” We stay like this for a couple moments longer before releasing each other. Before Jungkook leaves my room he looks back and says, “There’s a party tonight at our frat. Come around 10 pm, the party will be going by then.” Without a response he smiles and closes the door.

I show up at the party around 10 pm like Jungkook told me to. I decided to dress more casual than I usually do. I’m wearing a white t-shirt with an open light blue flannel, black jeans, and my favorite beat up sneakers. I put my hair in a loose bun and have on my black rimmed glasses. The frat doors that were once locked are now wide open with a constant flow of people in and out. Students litter the lawn dance, chatting with friends, and drinking. Everyone seems to be already very drunk. Following the sound of loud music I make my way inside. The crowd of people in the main room are so tightly packed that I’m stuck shoulder to shoulder as I try to make my way to an open area. I squeeze out of the crowd and into the kitchen area where there’s more room. I get a soda can and lean against the counter. Looking around I see no one that I know and start to feel very uncomfortable. I’m about to leave when I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Hey! You made it!” I turn to find Jungkook standing next to me with a drink in hand. I look at the cup and think of the night I had to drag him to my dorm. Noticing the look on my face he says, “Don’t worry it’s water!” I feel slightly relieved. “So how do you like the party!”

“It’s really loud!” I yell. “I didn’t think there would be this many people!”

“Come with me!” he yells back while grabbing my arm. He drags me through the crowd and up a flight of stairs. He brings me to a room and we sit down on the edge of the bed. It’s quieter here than out on the floor. “There, now we don’t have to yell at each other,” he says jokingly leaning his shoulder into mine.

“I’ve never been to a party like this before. It’s a lot to take in, but I’m glad I came.” I lean my shoulder back into his playfully. We sit there for awhile and talk about frat life, college life, and anything we can think of. I decide to leave the party since I have homework to do. Jungkook walks me outside to the side walk. “Thank you for inviting me to one of your parties. It actually was quite fun.”

“Stop by anytime. I am eternally grateful for your help in chemistry.” Jungkook playfully bows to me.

“And I to you.” I curtsy back to his bow. Our play and laughter is interrupted by a group of guys who are walking towards us.

“Jungkook! We’ve been looking for you all night man,” says the main guy in the group. According to their lettermans jackets they are all members of Alpha Phi Alpha. There are six members, well, seven if you count Jungkook.

“Namjoon, guys, what’s up?” Jungkook walks over and bro-hugs each of them.

“Whose this little poser?” says another guy pointing at me.

“Ohh! I’ve seen her before. She’s one of those nerds who spends all there time in the library,” says another. The group of guys start to get closer and surround me.

“What do you think you’re doing here?”

“We would never let someone like you into our party.”

“She was talking to Jungkook. Maybe she’s some nerdy slut trying to get with our boy,” he says giving me a push and knocking me into another guy who pushes me back.

Jungkook tries to open the circle they have formed around me. “Guys, stop!”

“Why? She’s just some nerd trying to be a slut.” They continue pushing me around. My glasses fall off and one of them picks them up.

“Wow I wonder if she can see without them?” he says dropping them to the ground and stomping on them.

“Hey! Those were my glasses! You’re gonna pay for those!” I yell getting in his face. He grabs my face from under my chin.

“She’s actually kinda cute without the glasses. Maybe we should take her upstairs.” Jungkook finally gets through the circle of guys and pushes the guy off me, making him let go of my face.

“Bro why are you defending her?”

“Because she’s my friend!” he yells back. I’ve never seen Jungkook look so upset. He wasn’t even this upset the first day I met him when I was told to be his tutor. The lead guy, I now know as Namjoon, walks towards Jungkook. All the other guys are standing behind Namjoon.

“And what are we Jungkook? We are your brothers.”

“You’re not acting like one to me right now,” Jungkook responds.

“Did you forget who I am!? I’m Kim Namjoon, head of Alpha Phi Alpha. Behind me are our fellow brothers Jimin, Jin, Tae, Yoongi, and J-Hope!” Namjoon now is right in Jungkook’s face. “Are you with your brothers or are you with this slut? It’s us or her so make your choice.” Jungkook looks back at me with a face full of sorrow and mouths the words “I’m sorry”.

Jungkook turns back and looks at Namjoon, “I’m with my brothers.” The guys cheer and pull Jungkook into a group hug while dragging him inside. I feel my eyes fill with tears. Tonight was such a fun night with Jungkook until his friends came along. My heart aches and I walk back to my dorm. I cry myself to sleep and try to remove Jungkook from any of my thoughts.

Weeks have gone by and I haven’t seen or heard from Jungkook. Not that I want to see him. He stood up for me and then turned around and left me in the dark with everyone laughing at me. He let his so called “brothers” bully his friend. I don’t want or need a friend like that. I can’t help but think that maybe he will stop by my room unannounced like he always did and ask for forgiveness. The least he could do is say he’s sorry. What I would give to have one more laugh with him or hear one of his sassy comments. I wouldn’t even care if he started teasing me again. I just miss him despite me wanting nothing to do with him.

I show up to chemistry class like always and look over to where Jungkook usually sits. He isn’t there. He must have skipped class to hang out with his frat friends or maybe he’s drunk in a bush again. Whatever it is I don’t care. I sit down in my normal seat and find a piece of paper in my spot. It has my name on it. I open the paper and it reads: “Meet me outside the library at 8 pm tonight  JK” I crumple the note and stick it in my pocket. Why would he want to see me? Why would I want to see him after he let his friends treat me like that? I put all thoughts of Jungkook away and continue with class.

When I get to my room after a tutoring session and take off my jacket. I lay on my bed and something pokes me in the leg. I reach in my pocket and pull out the note that I received in class from Jungkook. Looking over at my alarm clock the time reads 7:48 pm. I want an answer to why he treated me that way. I want to know how he could throw our friendship away after all the time we spent together. I think back to when he apologized while pinning me to the door, to when I hugged him and he hugged me back after his test results were good, to when we were sitting in the room at the party laughing and talking about life. How could he throw that all away. Before I knew it, I was on my way to the library.

On my way there it starts to rain. I start to run when the library in my sight. I stand in front of the library alone, looking around for Jungkook. I’m soaking wet, but continue searching for him. Just then I hear footsteps coming from behind me. They stop and I turn around to find Jungkook also soaking wet. I walk up to him and start pushing him and beating on his chest. He doesn’t fight back. “How could you do that to me!? We spent so much time together! I thought I was starting to know you better, but I guess I didn’t know you at all!” I continue to yell and pound on his chest till I have no more strength. I begin to cry. “How - How could you?” I slowly slip downward, but Jungkook wraps his arms around me and hold me up.

“I don’t know why I did that to you,” he answers calmly. “The time we spent together was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed being around someone as much as I do being around you.” He tilts my head up so we can look into each other's eyes. “I’ve been searching for something like you. But I got caught up in the frat life and almost lost you. I left the frat and live in the dorms now. I’ve been waiting for the right time to come to you and talk, but I thought I might get an easier answer by seeing if you’d show up.” I can hear his heart beating faster and faster and mine speeds up to match his. His arm around my waist feels electric and gives me chills. Even through the rain I can feel his breath on my face. “(y/n), I like you a lot. No. I don’t like you. I think that I love you.” I’m stunned to hear the words that have left his mouth. He caresses my cheek with his free hand. “If you don’t feel the same that’s fine, but tell me now.” I’m speechless and can’t even tell him how I feel, but I don’t pull away. Jungkook leans down and softly kisses me. I put my hands around his neck and accept his kiss. That action alone told him what he needed to know from me. Jeon Jungkook, sophomore and former member of Alpha Phi Alpha, the guy who will always be remembered as the guy who fell in love with the nerdy girl and she loved him back.

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Forget Me Not Jim Mason x Reader 50 First Dates AU Pt 3

Jim laid a hand on her thigh out sight and casual-like. Just a light pressure to let Y/N know he was there for her.

Her entire body tightened, and she darted a glance around the table to see if anyone was watching. Everyone else was far too interested in their conversation and the joint floating around. He leaned over slightly to whisper by her ear. "You know they love you to pieces. It's going to be just fine, angel eyes."

His use of her nickname made her lips twitch. But even more importantly, to his delight she snuck her hand over his, linking their fingers together and squeezing tightly in response.

"You two got something on your mind over there?" Chad's question buzzed angrily in Jim's ears.

It was rather amazing how much disapproval could be put into such simple words.

Y/N took a deep breath, but before she could speak Jim decided what the hell. He'd sooner be skinned for the whole disaster, no matter what she'd said before.

"Not a secret," Jim announced. "We're dating."

Other than her quick gasp of shock, there was no response to his comment. Not for a full five seconds. Then an uproar of noise hit from all sides.

"The hell?"

"Since when?"

"Are you serious?"

Over all the questions and cussing lay a deep, heavy rumble, starting low then increasing in volume until Mr. Y/D/L/N's laugh broke through. He waved his sons off. "Calm yourself, boys. You really surprised by this?" He clicked his tongue. "Never thought I’d raised a pack of dullards. I saw this coming from a mile away."

Y/N gave Jim  a dirty look before facing her father.

"What's that mean?"

The older man shrugged. "Means I'd seen you two making calf eyes at each other when you thought no one was looking. About time you came to your senses."

Chad stumbled to vertical, glaring daggers at Jim. "Bullshit. You can't be dating Y/N."

Jim stood to meet him eye to eye across the table. "Not your decision."

"She's still recovering from the accident. She doesn't need to get involved with anyone."

A stream of very creative swearing burst free from a most unexpected source. Jim waited cautiously until Chad looked away before also turning toward Y/N.

She'd stood as well, her much shorter status very clear as everyone loomed over her from where they’d all risen to their feet around the table. The vile language spewing from her mouth stuttered to a stop as she whipped out her finger and stuck it in her oldest brother’s face.

"The accident happened two months ago. I. Bumped. My. Head. That's it. I didn't have a lobotomy or revert to childhood. I've had enough of you wrapping me in cotton and refusing to let me do anything on my own. Yes, I have gaps in my memory, and yes, dealing with that is a pain in the ass. But you, Chad"-she glared around the table to take in all her brothers-"all of you, are even bigger pains. I did not break my brain, or my body. My sex drive did not vanish out the broken window, and I will not allow you, or anyone else, decide what will or won't happen in my life."

Jim wasn't sure the mention of sex was the wisest idea as eyes narrowed further, and fists were clenched. Only he couldn't worry about that because she'd spun her fury toward him.

"And you! You're the biggest pain of them all. I told you I wanted to do this myself. You agreed, and now you just leap in and do exactly the opposite of what I asked for? Damn you." Y/N stepped back from the table, her eyes full of fire as she planted her feet wide and crossed her arms. "Jim and I are not going out," she stated clearly.

Oh, shit. She was more upset by his taking control than he’d expected. He reached for her, but she twisted from his grasp.

"Forget it, Jim. We might be seeing more of each other in the future if you get your head out of your ass, but the only reason will be because you might be the father of my baby."

The question exploded from five male throats at the same moment.

Y/N lifted her chin, cheeks red, her chest heaving. "Yes. I'm pregnant. Jim insists he could be. That's all I'm going to say about this tonight because I'm sick of all of you. Good night."

She twirled on her heel and stomped from the room, the door slamming shut after her. Jim wavered between running after her and staying to explain to the guys.

He never saw it coming. The fist that connected with his jaw made stars burst before his eyes, and he stumbled backward before landing on the floor, five very angry faces staring down at him.

"Shall we bury him alive in the back forty?" Danny asked, wiggling his fingers to shake out the blow he’d delivered. "Hang him in the garage. We can use the welder’s torch and skin him first."

Jim shoved aside the anger inside that wanted to flare like a torch. "Let me explain, dammit."

Chad dragged a hand over his head then gestured his brothers aside. He extended his hand to Jim.

Jim eyed it with distrust.

His friend snorted. "Look, you surprised us all, but I’m not going to beat you any further, and neither will the others."

"Speak for yourself," Alex drawled. "What the hell is going on, Jim?"

"Boys, let him up." Y/D/F/N Y/D/L/N pushed through his sons to cast an unreadable stare upon Jim.

Alex looked disappointed. "Does this mean we're not killing him and hiding the body?"

Y/D/F/N rested a hand on his shoulder. "Not today, but there's still hope for tomorrow."

And with that, Jim sighed in relief. He was going to be forgiven, at least by the guys. ,Y/N on the other hand, was another issue. He'd have to watch his balls around her for the next while.

They all settled around the table, a little uneasy. More awkward than he'd ever felt with the family. "So, now what?" Alex asked.

"That one is easy," Y/D/F/N answered. "Now Jim finds a way to convince Y/N they’re a couple. If she's going to have a baby, she needs all the support she can get."

"So you’d better find a way to convince Y/N she wants you in her life, or else," Chad snapped. Chad's ultimatum pissed Jim off all over.

"There’s nothing I want more." The secret seed of fear inside was shoved down and ignored as Jim went nose to nose with his stubborn best friend. “Did you not listen to what I said about sending you an email, you stupid ass? Did you not hear the part about how I'm the one who came to her before she even told me about the baby?"

"Easy words to say when none of it can be proved."

"Still say we take him outside and work him over,"  Alex muttered.

"Shut up, all of you." Mr. Y/D/L/N didn’t shout. Didn't storm, but his intensely spoken comment quelled all four of his sons. "Stop poking at Jim. He knows what he did was wrong, and if my baby girl is going to have a man in her life, I like Jim."

Warmth rushed him at the man’s words of acceptance. "Thank you, sir."

Y/D/F/N turned toward him with ice in the depths of his purple eyes. "You hurt her again, though, and I'll shoot you myself."

Ahh, family. Jim straightened up and wondered if he was going to survive.

Remembering the expression of fury in Y/N's eyes, he just might be better off dealing with the guys.

*********************************************

Y/N pulled herself alert. She was only a moment away from sliding into a puddle of relaxation in the overstuffed easy chair, tired from her week and everything that had been going on.

Medina had plopped herself on the floor to apply a new layer of polish to Y/N's toes. Instead of Friday night at the pub, Medina had suggested a girls’ home spa. The laid-back evening was so much better than fighting the noise and the crowds. Y/N was in heaven.

"Skipping away from the baby talk for a minute." Heather leaned forward on her elbows. "Tell me to butt out if you're not sharing, but what's this I hear about Jim.Mason basically camping out in your front yard?"

Y/N wasn't sure if she was pissed off or pleased with his relentless attention. "I laid down the law about two weeks ago, and ever since he's been trying to get back in my good books."

"Is it working?" Medina snorted. "Jim has not yet perfected the art of the grovel, we'll just put it that way."

"Hmm." Cami and Annisa, two more of Y/N's friends, exchanged glances. "A good grovel is always nice,”  Cami admitted.

"Followed by make-up sex, right?" Annisa grinned. "So, what’s he not doing right? Not being determined enough?"

Y/N stopped to think for a minute. Jim had been persistent-that much was in his favor. "I don’t think he understands what he did wrong in the first place."

"Of course he doesn’t." Heather grabbed a pitcher and topped up her drink. "He’s a guy. The words 'I was wrong' kind of stick in their throats and end up coming out as 'Get over it, little woman, I know best.'

A snort escaped before Y/N could stop it. "Yeah, that’s about the entire story."

"So, all he needs to do is say he was wrong?" Medina tilted her head to the side. "I would have thought this situation required more than that."

"Oh, 'I was wrong' would be the first step," Y/N agreed. "But until he figures out that this is my life, I'm not letting him back in. It's bad enough with my brothers wanting to make decisions for me."

"And you don’t need another big brother, right?" Ava winked at her. "I know you probably hate getting asked, but how are you feeling?"

"Much better,” Y/N admitted happily. "Morning sickness is done. Lots of energy. I haven’t got back my memory, but I have progressed in my math beyond two plus two is four."

"Hmm, too bad you have no memory of sexing it up with Jim." Cami waggled her brows. "I bet he’s got some moves."

"I can’t believe sex with Jim wasn’t memorable enough to stay in your brain no matter what. I mean, do you think he's got a teeny penis or something, and your mind is trying to wipe that out?"

"Not the size of the equipment, it’s how well they use it," Annisa quipped innocently, batting her lashes at the laughter that rose from the other women. "Well, that’s what they say, right?"

"No, I doubt Jim is lacking penis power. Unless he's shoving socks into his jock strap, the guy's got the goods."

Like a barometer, Y/N’s cheeks had responded to the chatter. She didn't really want to speculate on Jim's... equipment. "Sorry. Memory loss doesn’t pick and choose to save the juicier tidbits for repeat consumption. We'll have to stick with 'I don't remember’ on this one."

Laughter exploded, and Y/N relaxed back into her happy haze of food and friends. It wasn't the size of Jim's equipment that interested her -well, okay, not completely. But if she remembered the act, she'd know for sure who was involved in making the baby in her belly. She slipped her hands over the slight bulge beginning to show and wished again for a miracle, like total recall. It didn't come, but the friendship and warmth around her helped. Helped a lot.

The next morning Jim shifted uneasily on his feet and waited for Y/N to answer his knock. It was just past ten. Late enough she would have had time to sleep in a little and dress, because he didn't need any temptation to mess this up.

It sort of worked. She was awake. The woman who pulled the door open had bright eyes and a rested face; only she was still wrapped in a mass of soft terry cloth. Her robe ended at mid-thigh, and Jim snapped his gaze back up to safer territory.

He swallowed hard. "Hi."

She lifted one brow in a perfect Vulcan imitation. "Hi." Jim paused. "How you doing?"

Y/N nodded. "Good."

Ah, fuck it. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I was an ass, and I had no right to butt in and go around your wishes."

She opened the door all the way and they headed towards the kitchen. She watched with a bemused attitude from where she’d pushed herself up to sit on the counter. "What are you doing, Jim?"

"Apologizing." He lifted his glass to her. "Trying to find a way to truly be there for you and make up for my stupid move at dinner a while back."

Y/N lifted her hand to touch his jaw where the final tinge of a bruise was slowly fading. "You got worked over by my brothers that night. I'm sorry for leaving you to them."

Jim stood stock-still as her soft fingers caressed his cheek. "I blew it more ways than one that night."

"You did." She patted his cheek gently then leaned forward to whisper, “But I'm ready to forgive you. Only for heaven's sake, stop acting like some ball-less dweeb."

Jim couldn't help but to laugh. "That's blunt."

Y/N shrugged. "It’s the new Y/N-I tend to speak my mind a little sooner. So here’s the deal. You will not fuck up and go against my express wishes, and I'll stop my brothers from beating on you."

Jim nodded. "And you'll let me get involved in your life; however it will help you the most. Whether that’s getting things ready for the baby's arrival, or being there to rub your feet or ..." He'd spotted the circle on the calendar on the wall. "Or going to prenatal visits with you."

She hesitated. "I don't know how I feel about that."

"That’s not true." Jim laid a hand over hers where it rested on the counter. "Come on, new Y/N, tell me what's racing through your mind."

She stared down at their fingers. "I'm afraid to let you in, I'm afraid to have you around and then have you taken off down the road." Her head lifted and those beautiful eyes stared into his soul. "I want you to be there for more than just the baby."

Jim stroked her fingers lightly. "I’m here. In spite of your fears." In spite of his own. "I wanted you before the baby was in the picture, and I'll want you no matter what." That much he could say with full and complete honesty.

The moment hung between them. Anticipation and longing right there. All his concerns and worries were overwhelmed by the need to have Y/N make the decision for him. To be with him, and give him a chance. Even though her accepting him would open up a world of nightmares-facing those would be worth it. Had to be worth it. He'd chosen to be a better man than his father, and this was the place that he made his stand.

Y/N moved so slowly, but finally she did move. Leaned toward him and rested her head on his shoulder. He slipped up a hand to brush the inch-long hair over her scalp, the softness against his palm like satin.

She leaned away. "Okay."

His heart raced like an out-of-control train. "Okay?"

She nodded. "You can come to the prenatal with me. And you can do some stuff around here, to help get things ready for the baby."

Jim waited, then got tired of waiting. "And us?" He demanded.

Her tongue snuck out quickly as she moistened her lips. "Well, I suppose we could start seeing each other."

He wanted to toss his fist into the air and shout, but that might freak her out. So instead he picked her up and twirled her. Hugging her close as she laughed. "Put me down, silly."

Jim lowered her carefully, reluctant to allow her warm, soft body to leave contact with his. "Does that mean we can go on a date?"

"Yes." She got an evil look in her eyes. He lowered himself onto the open space next to her, leaving room between them. There would be time to make a move on the physical side of things soon enough, now that she was letting him in. Letting him have a chance to do the right thing, and more.

She leaned back, the sunshine in the window making her soft and edible, and incredibly beautiful. "You have any plans for the day?"

"You are my plans."

Her smile bloomed, and Jim's heart swelled a little. It wasn’t what he’d expected to be doing, but in the big scheme of things-it was right.

@michael-langdon-appreciation

Credit to @carolthors

[workitholland]

Cat & Mouse Game | Tom Holland Mob AU | Chapter 1

Everyone in London knew that there were two people who were to be feared by everyone. Tom Holland, and Y/N Y/L/N. Leaders of the East and West side mobs. Two people you wouldn’t want to find yourself involved with. Y/N took pride in her empire, as did Tom. Y/N built the West side up from nothing, and Tom was given everything from his father. They come from two different sides of the spectrum in every way possible, yet they’re both after the same thing. They were both after the money, any bit they could get their hands on, no matter how they had to get it.

Black Louboutin’s clicked on the crumbled pavement as the door to the sleek black Rolls Royce is opened. She exited the car, standing with a confidence to her that could leave any person weak at the knees. Two huge men accompanied her on both sides, both dressed to the nines in all black. She throws a cigarette butt on the ground, stomping out the flame with her designer stilettos. With a small gesture of her hand, she began towards the boarded up brick building in front of her.

The two men walk ahead of her, peeking inside to make sure the coast was clear. Before they could alert her of any danger, she had pushed the door open, two guns held in her hands as she shoots the two guards in the thighs, making them fall to the ground with agonizing yelps of pain. She struts in, making her way to the huge door at the other side of the room. “C’mon boys.” She calls, the men appearing back at her side. As they reach the door, she gently presses her ear against the surface. Muffled voices came from the other side, but there was no way to make out what they were saying.

On a limb, she pushes the door open slowly, peeking in to see him. He stood there at his desk, his fists balled at his side, chocolate curls framing his face perfectly. Beside him stood the blonde, and upon further investigation of the room, she noticed a man cuffed to a metal chair. He was battered and bloody, shifting in and out of consciousness. The two conscious men seemed to be talking about the almost lifeless man in front of them, and she saw no better time than now to make her entrance.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, Leader of the East Side Mob, Billionaire, Playboy.” You stated, gun in hand, pointing at the brunette. A smirk rose to his lips, his arms crossing. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, Leader of the West Side Mob, Reckless Vixen.” You push your red lips together into a straight line when he pulls a gun and points it at you, mimicking your actions. “Don’t be so hostile, baby.” Tom says, voice dripping in poison. You roll your eyes, pulling your black shades off to reveal your Y/E/C eyes.

“What are you doing here, Y/L/N?” He asks, slowly moving from behind his desk, making his way towards your figure. You met him half way, gun pointing at the underside of his chin. “You know why, Holland. Same reason you are. You just happened to get in my way.” You seethe, grasping the collar of his blood splattered white shirt. The action makes him release a chuckle. “Oh sweetheart, this little act you’ve got going on? It’s real cute.” He pauses, leaning down to your ear. “Knock that shit off, and leave. The money is mine.”

You scoff at his words, lowering your gun. “In your dreams, Holland.” You spit. “The money isn’t here.” Harrison said in a low voice, making your attention turn towards him. You slowly stalk over, placing your hands on his chest, running your hands along the fabric of his shirt until your fingers hook in his belt loops. “Oh, I know it’s not here. I just wanted to meet my competition and make my impression.” You say teasingly in his ear, biting down on the soft skin of his lobe. As quickly as he sucks in a breath, you were gone.

“He’s the strongest out there, Y/N! There’s no way!” Val, your right hand man says, his hands firmly on your desk. “Val, sweetheart,” You start, kicking your heels onto your desk, taking a swig of your drink. “It’s not as complicated as you’re making it out to be.” Val cocks his head to the side, sitting in a chair opposite you. “You’re on his radar now, after that stunt you pulled, it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s already got this place bugged!” You let out a small chuckle. “He’d never be able to find this place.”

You stand up from your place behind your desk, moving towards the window on your left. You close your eyes and take in the sunshine. “I have an advantage, Val. It’s called human instinct. I’m going to do all I can to make this man fall for me. He’s gonna fall so hard, he’ll let his guard down completely, and then his empire is practically in the palm of my hands.” You put your hand against the window pane, looking out at the water of the lake. “And it’ll all start tonight.”

“Y/N, you can’t make a scene tonight! There’s going to be so many potential clients!” Val says, throwing his hands up in defense. You spin on your heels. “Who said anything about making a scene?” You smirk confidently, taking quick strides out of your office towards the master bedroom. You flick the lights on in your walk in closet, rummaging through your dresses that range from mildly expensive to more expensive than a car. You smirk to yourself when your hands feel the fabric of your favorite red dress.

“Val! Is the car out front?” You call, getting a quick ‘yup’ in response. You quickly finish up on your stunning makeup, then slip your heels on and begin your trek towards the car. As soon as you slide in the back next to Val, his eyes nearly pop out of his skull. “This isn’t making a scene?” He questions, referring to your blood red dress that had a slit on the leg that just barely reached your panties, matching red pumps, but most importantly, your painted red lips and dramatic smokey eye. Your curls frame your face so perfectly, you could very easily been mistaken for a goddess.

You shrug your shoulders. “It’s business, darling.” You say reassuringly, crossing your legs with a sly smile. As soon as the car pulls up, you slide out quickly, rushing inside to avoid any bad media coverage. As soon as your eyes scan the room that held an astonishing amount of people, your confident and cocky attitude returned. You stalked over to an unoccupied table, grabbing a flute of champagne on your way. You sip it quietly, watching all the bodies flood the room.

“Excuse me miss.” You hear from your left, making you turn your head. You’re met with the eyes of a waiter. “Would you like another?” He refers to your flute, and you nod gratefully as he hands one to you. “Thank you, sir.” You mentally curse yourself for being so jumpy. “Looks like you were expecting someone, huh?” The velvety voice whispers in your ear. Turning your head towards the source, you’re met with chocolate brown eyes and slicked hair.

“Thomas.” You greet, taking another sip from your flute. You pat the seat next to you, and he takes the invitation, his eyes running up and down your body. You smirk to yourself, moving your leg in just the right way to make the slit of your dress fall open, revealing your leg. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, baby.” You say, flicking a wink his way. “I’m here strictly for business, Y/N.” He says calmly, straightening his posture. “As am I.” You retort, gulping down your champagne.

“Dance with me.” You blurt out, making him cock his eyebrow. “So we can talk business.” You smirk, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the dance floor. “Now usually my dancing would be more suitable for a club, so you’re gonna have to teach me.” You tease, forcing your body close to his as he wraps his arm around your lower back. He takes your hand in his and begins leading you around the dance floor.

“Now, business.” You say, looking up into his eyes. “I have a proposal.” He says, making you smile. “So soon?” Your response makes him chuckle, shaking his head. “Business proposal, Y/N. The way you ambushed me while I was with a client, if you were anyone else, I wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you. I should’ve killed you.” Your mouth drops open, bringing your hand to your heart. “I’m hurt, Tommy.” He noticeably tenses at your nickname.

“Now, I wanted to try this first before we have to spill blood. Give up the West Side.” You laugh at his lame attempt. “Really? You think just telling me to give it up will have me handing over my empire? That’s cute.” Tom bites his lip and sucks in a breath. “You didn’t let me finish, Give up the West Side, and we won’t touch Ella.” Your motions halt at the mention of your little sister. Your eyes darken, but you continue dancing. “Don’t you fucking dare.” You seethe, nails practically digging holes into his hand.

“She’s okay, for now.” He smirks, and you almost forget your entire plan. “Isn’t there anything else I can do? I’ll do anything..” You let the words slip out in a seductive tone, which catches his attention. “Nothing. G-give up the West Side.” His words falter slightly, making you smirk. “I think there is something I can do..” You let your hand slip down his chest, biting your lip as you feel his toned chest under his button up top.

He pushes your hand off, trying to stay strictly business. “Fine. There is one thing.” He says, getting close to your ear. “Pay up.” He whispers, placing a small kiss onto your neck. “I’m not giving you money, Holland.” You snap, making him elicit a small chuckle. “Y/N, it’s the only way..” He smirks. “How much?” You say faintly, your confidence slowly slipping from you. “Oh, let’s see.. Ten thousand.” “Done.” You say, not wanting to argue with his low price. “It’ll be done by morning.” His eyes soften and you tense as he places a small kiss to your forehead. “Pleasure doing business with you, Y/N.”

He leaves you in the middle of the floor, dazed and confused. There’s no way you could transfer that money.. right? Wrong. Ella’s life is in danger, and you promised your mother to never bring your family into your business. You pull out your phone, texting Val to meet you out front and to call the limo. As you make your way outside, the cool breeze hits you in the face like a ton of bricks. You turn your head and see Val with his arm extended towards you. You take his arm graciously, careful not to trip as you find yourself at the car.

“Ten thousand to Thomas.” You say cooly as you slide in the back seat. “What?” Val cocks his head to the side, taking in your stone cold manner. “You heard me.” You reply, crossing your arms, sitting back in the seat. “Why?” He asks, turning his body towards you. “He threatened my family, okay? I promised not to bring them into this shit, so just transfer the fucking money!” You snap, slamming your hands down onto your thighs.

-

“How the hell did he find out about Ella?” You say to yourself, leaning back in your chair. “Of course, he can know anything he wants, he’s a fucking amazing mob boss!” You groan, letting your hands fall to your sides. Never have you ever been so stumped as to what to do about someone. Of course, you’re both after the money that comes with running both the East and West side. The amount of clients with both sides would bring in enough money to have your future generations set for life, that is if you had anything that even moderately resembled a love life.

Tom though, he probably has a new girl everyday. Girls practically throw themselves at his feet, it’s repulsive. Just then, an idea pops into your head. “Val!” You yell, pulling your phone out of your pocket. He runs in, stopping against the door frame. “Yes, your majesty?” He jokes, and you flip him off. “I need Harrison’s number.” He chuckles at your request, leaving the room. He returns a moment later with a small piece of paper in hand, and upon further investigation of the paper, you notice a phone number scribbled onto it. “This is why you’re my right hand man.” You smile to yourself.

“Hello?” The voice of Tom’s best mate rings in your ear for a moment before you can manage to say something. “Harrison, so nice to talk to you again!” You say, over exaggerating your enthusiasm. “Who’s this?” He asks quizzically. “Forget me so soon? I’m heartbroken!” “Y/N.” You smirk to yourself. “You got it, handsome. Now, do me a favor and give me Tommy boys number.” He lets out a low chuckle, sighing into the phone. “Y/N, I would never give you his number.” “Oh yeah? Not even if I were to send someone after your sister? Maybe I’ll send Val! You remember him, right? Tall, muscular, probably could snap her like a twig?” It was your turn to laugh.

“You’re sick.” He spits. “Oh darling, you don’t mean that. Just give me the number and your sister will be just fine.” Harrison sighs on the other line. “You’re gonna cost me my job.” He reads off the number, and you smile to yourself. “Thanks handsome, you’ll be seeing more of me real soon.” You tease, making a kissy noise through the phone. “Can’t wait.” He replies through gritted teeth before hanging up the phone.

“Tom!” Harrison calls, rushing into Tom’s office. “What’s gotten into you, Haz?” “Y/N.” He replies breathily. “She’s gonna be-“ The sound of Tom’s phone ringing cut him off. “Unknown number..” Tom says to himself, but answers it regardless. “Hello?” He asks, his accent prominent. “Hi Darling..” You coo, and Tom sends a look over towards Harrison, who’s hands were up in defense. “How’d you get my number.” “Why don’t you ask your best mate? But listen. I’ve got my own proposal.” Tom motions for Harrison to leave the room, then let’s out a breath. “I’m listening.”

“We’re at each other’s throats for this money. I know neither of us like to share, but if we put our businesses together, our money would double.” Tom raises an eyebrow, then adjusts his tie. “What are you proposing?” You let out a chuckle. “You can’t be that stupid, Holland. I’m proposing that we work together. Unite the East and West Sides.” Tom scoffs. “Never in a million years would I have you as my partner, you’d just slow me down!” It was your turn to scoff at his words.

“Really? I’m a mob boss, just like you. You don’t think i’m where I am for a reason?” “I do, I just don’t think you’re as powerful as me, don’t get me wrong darling, you’re probably a great fighter, but you’re nothing compared to me. I would just be pulling your weight.” As his words flowed, the anger did as well. You were practically red and steaming. “We’ll see about that.” Slamming the phone down onto your desk, you end the call.

-

“Val, I’ll be okay. I’m just going to get coffee!” You exclaim, putting on your leather jacket and heading out, much to Val’s dismay. London was quite beautiful in the fall, the leaves make everything gorgeous. Oranges, yellows, browns, colors most people have decided to be ugly, but you found them just gorgeous. The sound of leaves crunching under your boots as you walked sent a wave of happiness through your body, making you kick the leaves. You’re quickly filled with nostalgia of your childhood and smile.

You’re met soon with something firm, and almost fall onto the ground, but catch yourself. “Looks like you were having some fun there.” You knew who it was before you even looked up. “Are you stalking me now, Thomas?” You cross your arms, sticking your hip out. “If that’s what you’d like to think.” He smirks. “I thought you were always badass and stone cold?” You shrug your shoulders. “What can I say? I love the fall.” Your words make a genuine smile appear on his face.

“What’s this? Tom Holland smiles?” You tease, making him immediately go straight faced. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You shake your head, then go back to your poker face. “Change your mind about my proposal?” You ask, your eyes looking everywhere but his. He shakes his head. “And I won’t. You’d just be dead weight.” The words make something inside you click, and suddenly he’s pinned onto the ground underneath your body. You wrap your hand around his throat, bringing your face close to his.

“Looks like id be the one carrying your weight.” You whisper, getting off of him and continuing your trek to the coffee shop. Tom lays there in the grass, eyes trained on your figure. “God damn.. maybe I do need her.” Tom stands up quickly, fixing his appearance and running towards you. “Y/N!” He calls, placing his hand on your shoulder to turn you around. “I change my mind.”

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[paul-henri]

Far Off Regions, part 2

     As much as I hated serving the source of our family’s hardship, it felt like the only thing to do was enlist. So with no joy, I walked to the Army headquarters (because we had sold our last mount for a bolt of cloth) and signed up. I didn't have far to go, it was only half a mile away; walking around the back of the Alamo, with its now famous ‘hump’ on the old mission chapel barely a year old, and straight down Houston Street to the Vance building. The Army had made the two story white stone building their command post for all forces stationed in San Antonio about the same time they fixed up the Alamo.

     I made sure that in my five year contract there was a provision that guaranteed my $8 a month, paid every two months, was to be sent to my family directly. I wouldn’t need any pocket money, the army would give me everything I would need. With my papers signed they sent me with a note, signed by the commander, to the supply depot; the Alamo, where I was issued a uniform and rucksack, and a mess of gear with no idea how to put on.

I was milling around the former convento, turned into a supply loading area behind the long barracks, with fifty other recruits when a full-framed, bearded, sergeant strutted towards us. Stopping a few yards in front of our gaggle of youthful men he stated in a very even tone,

"I am Sergeant Wilkerson. I am here to instruct you in the basic military drill and infantry tactics. Now you will all fall into four even ranks. Make sure the man to your left is taller than you and the man in front of you shorter than the one behind you."

After much shuffling and rearranging I found himself center file third rank, a distinct disadvantage of being tall; I was always going to be in the back. We were marched around for a few minutes in the small yard and then paraded all the way down Houston Street.

We took a left on Soledad Street and finally stopped in Military Plaza. Our formation of troopers was facing the same court house in which I had pleaded my case not eight weeks ago. Wilkerson stopped us and assigned men to their respective barracks and bunk assignments. it seemed odd that the men stayed in the buildings lining the West and South sides of the plaza; interrupted by stores and private residences. The bunks filled quickly, so the last few of us in rank just stood there for a while after he stopped calling names.

"Alright, all you men left over will be assigned billeting at a later time, company fall in." Wilkerson said as he looked up from his roster. "Just my luck,’ I said in a bit of a stage whisper, “I'm in the back so I don't have a place to sleep." Which was quickly answered by, "It's not like I'm any better off,” from the fellow next to me. "Hey, quiet back there. Get to know each other some other time." Wilkerson yelled at us from the head of the column as we began marching again. 

This time we went along the back of San Fernando church, turning left down Flores Street then about six hundred paces and we stopped at a large stone building. It was a two story white stone, some three times longer than it was wide. There were smaller buildings to the south, lined up along Arsenal Street and two backed up to the little canal. Closing off this quadrangle was a nautical looking flag pole flanked by pyramids of cannonballs.

When we got inside the downstairs was one giant room with a long row of tables running plum down the middle, cutting the room in half. All us troops were lined up on one side looking across the counter to the back wall. Out of the center of the ceiling was a trap that was letting down a hand crank freight elevator. Three men came off the platform when it finally reached the floor, pushing a hand truck stacked with wooden crates. They cracked the top one open and the tallest one, he looked extra thin because his uniform was baggy, reached in and pulled out a musket. He read the number on the butt plate to his shorter friend holding a ledger book; then handed the weapon to the first guy in line. "Name?" There was a second of silence after he said that, "Come on we don't have all day. Do you know your name?" The scrawny one said to the recruit across from him holding the musket. "Boggess, Henry, Sir." "That's more like it; did every one hear that? You do the same when I hand you a weapon."

The process was repeated down the line until every man had a Springfield in his hands. These weapons had just arrived from the factory; but they weren’t new, they had just been converted from flintlock to percussion cap. They marched up back to main plaza with our weapons and dismissed; most of us at least. The last few of us left standing there were directed to a wagon waiting nearby. The driver was laying across the bench with his hat pulled down over his eyes and his feet kicked up on the brake lever.

"Corporal Vickers has just come to us with the light Artillery." Sergeant Wilkerson said pointing at the sleeping waggoneer, "You men will be bedding with them at Camp Crockett. This will be your taxi every day. I expect you here and ready by sunrise, dismissed."   Once Wilkerson disappeared into his own lodging the dozen or so of us left outside meandered over to the wagon and woke up our driver. We had to shake him by the boot rather vigorously before we got a, "Yeah, yeah, I'm up already." The corporal was young, probably the same age I was, but he was weathered. It wasn't just the faded uniform he wore, there was a maturity about his demeanor; a fullness and oldness that surpassed age and came from living through too much.

 Camp Crockett was two miles north of the plaza at the source of San Pedro creek. The artillery men were camped in neat rows of large A-frame tents. Each tent housed a single cannon crew; eight men. There had been two extra tents set up for the new recruits at the end of the row forming a short L wing. The long row of tents was backed up to the bubbling spring; the short row pointed towards an old stone building standing off by its self. The blockhouse looking structure had a tower on one end pierced with shooting slits and great heavy doors on two sides of the building proper; the whole thing was about 15 foot wide by 45 foot long. The corporal saw me focusing on the stone building and spoke up, 

“That is our powder reserve, ain’t no reason for any of you to go over that way. And for God’s sake don’t smoke around it.” “Did ya’ll build it?” I asked. “No, that is the oldest building in Bexar, so I’m told. They used it in case of Indian attack before the missions were built; all we did is put better doors on it.”

 At night most men all turned in early; they knew the next few days were going to be brutal. The corporal was always last to lay down, he spent the night quietly staring into the fire; but he was always the first one up. He'd sit there drinking coffee waiting for the others to get ready, and then drive us into town. After a few days he told me that he had joined the field artillery in ’46 when he was only 16 years old. He had been at the battles of Palo Alto, Buena Vista, and Vera Cruz; he had been on campaign for 21 months. The war that had ended four years earlier still haunted his dreams and he warned me that if I did ever see any action I’d never forget it. 

After a week of musket drill and marching Wilkerson asked for volunteers for the Mounted Rifle Regiment. “What’s that?” asked one of the men in the front rank. “The concept is that you ride out and then fight on foot, very similar to dragoons. The farthest outposts have to use these types of troops to control vast areas. They are all volunteer units, and you get two dollars a month more.” I was the first one to step forwards.

 “Extra pay and I didn’t have to march anymore, such a deal,” I told Vickers later that night. Now every day the corporal dropped us off at the Alamo, to draw horses, and then we rode to military plaza. Mounted Rifle recruits were issued short carbines and did mounted drill for the next month. 

It was summer, in south Texas, and it was hard to get accustomed to the stuffy wool jacket and wide billed cap. The dark blue short jacket trimmed in yellow and trousers with their black stripe edged with yellow cord did not take long to break in. The dark blue, hard side, shako trimmed in green with its funny looking angles and enormous bill were hard to get used; it just never seemed to fit right. "Where did the army get this atrocious thing?" I asked the Corporal one day as he hit a bump and the bulky thing fell down over my eyes. "Either from the French or the English; it seems that they can't come up with anything original,” the corporal told me, “To be honest when you’re out at your post most of the time they let you wear the old forage cap. This shako thing is mostly for parades and such.” 

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Malibu and wine coolers 1/2

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You and Billy have been friends since he moved to Hawkins. One night you have the closing shift and need someone to give you a ride home, but Billy has something else in mind. (no smut, sorry)

Word count: 611

A/N: This is the first imagine i’ve ever written, yay! I would be more than grateful if you guys could give me some feedback on it! And if i make some grammar mistakes please let me know (english is my second language). 

”Hargrove.”

ah shit

Billys fathers intimidating voice came booming through the landline. I had hoped from all the people in that family he wouldn’t answer the call. I immediately started fidgeting from nerves.

”yeah, um… hi um, it’s, it’s [y/n] [y/l], could Billy come to the phone?” I anxiously stammered to the crappy old phone. ”It’s quite important actually, if you could-”  I was cut off by the same unnerving, and this time muffled voice.

”Billy! Come downstairs, there’s one of your whores on the phone again!” I furrowed my brows at the insult, but I was too scared to say anything, so I just let it slide. I heard the sound of his feet, as he came jogging down the stairs

”Thank you, sir.” i could recognize the quiet voice of Billy, and the rustling of the phone being handed to him. ”Yeah?”

”Hey Bill, It’s [y/n]. My shift just ended, but Jonathan bailed on me and I was thinking maybe you could give me a lift home?” I said, growing a little embarrassed at the situation. He gave me a small laugh, ”Sure, [y/n], um...” i could hear the hesitation in his voice, his dad was probably listening. ”Wanna do something else, though? We could just drive around or...” I started smiling as the words left his mouth. We had occasionally done these midnight drives since he moved to Hawkins and we became friends. ”Yeah sure, just bring the stuff and come pick me up from the skating rink” I hurried into the phone, the smile on my face clear on my voice, before ending the call and getting ready to close the rink. I was basically the only one my boss trusted at this place, so I was always the one to close.

”I’ve got to leave, it’s time for a show

Here I am,

rock you like a hurricane.

Here I am,

rock you like a hurricane”

I heard his car pull up to the far side of the building. I rolled my eyes at the overly-douchy song playing as i made my way through the dark parking lot. They never turned on the street lights around here, because there was almost nothing in this side of town, just the rink and a little café just across from it. And of course the creeps that circle the place at night. I clutched my bag tighter at the tought, and picked up my step towards the only source of light in miles; his black camero and the halfway smoked cigarette on his lips.

As i got closer he lowered the volume of the radio and unlocked the doors for me. I threw my bag on the back seat from the open window and opened the car door. It was a chilly summer night but he always liked to drive with the windows down.

”Hey” I exhaled as i climbed on the passenger side. ”What did you bring?”

He reached to the back seat and pulled out an opened bottle of malibu placing it on my lap, followed by a sixpack of some cheap wine coolers. I laughed at the assortment of liqour in front of me. ”What?” He questioned, biting his cheek and trying to contain the laughter, but soon gave in and joined in, the light hearted laugh filling the car.

”Nothing,” I smirked and looked the side of his face as the song became to drift off. ”I just didn’t know you were such a girl” I bit.  He playfully cocked an eyebrow as he threw the butt on the pavement. A light smirk was playing on his lips as he sped off the parking lot.

A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it! I have a second chapter planned out with more happening, so if you liked this one please let me know and I’ll post the second part!

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Manchester United WILL still appoint a technical director despite promoting Nicky Butt

Manchester United WILL still appoint a technical director despite promoting Nicky Butt … with club icons Edwin van der Sar, Ferdinand River and Darren Fletcher all in the race for the role

Manchester United will still appoint a technical director this year

It is after Nicky Butt has been promoted to head the development of the first team

Butt, who was the head of the academy, will not, however, have control over transfers

It means that the club still feels that there is a need for a technical director role

Edwin van der Sar, Ferdinand River and Darren Fletcher are all interconnected

By Chris Wheeler and Simon Jones for MailOnline

Published: 07:00 BST, July 23, 2019 | Updated: 07:00 BST, July 23, 2019

Manchester United Still looking for a technical director despite promoting Nicky Butt as head of the development of the first team.

The newly created position gives Butt more responsibility for coaching United's young players and preparing for the transition to the senior team, with Nick Cox replacing him as head of the club's academy

Although Butt reports to Ole Gunnar Solskjaer and is on the technical council, it is clear that he has no control over the transfer policy and the search for a technical director is continuing to work with the manager.

Manchester United will still appoint a technical director despite promoting Nicky Butt

In Butt & # 39; s new role, he will report aa n Ole Gunnar Solskjaer but have no say in transfer policy

Former United players Ferdinand River, Darren Fletcher and Edwin and van der Sar have all been connected to the work in recent months. Mike Phelan was also considered a leading contender before signing a contract to continue as an assistant to Solskjaer.

According to sources from Old Trafford, an appointment is made and the process that began more than seven months ago is ongoing. After striving to have someone in place this summer, United now accepts that this will probably be later in the year, although a deadline has been set.

Currently, the club's recruitment policy is controlled by the head of global scouting Marcel Bout, technical chief scout Mick Court, chief scout Jim Lawlor, Solskjaer and Phelan.

Club icons Edwin van der Sar (L) and Ferdinand River are associated with technical director post

While former Manchester United midfielder Darren Fletcher also in the running is

Z Once a transfer target has been identified, United Chief Ed Woodward and his chief transfer negotiator Matt Judge, official head of business development, are responsible for bringing about the deal.

United changed its policy this summer to focus on signing young, largely British signings such as Aaron Wan-Bissaka and Dan James. They also aim for deals for Leicester & # 39; s Harry Maguire and Newcastle Sean Longstaff before the transfer window closes on August 8.

Since David Gill and Sir Alex Ferguson left the club in 2013, the emphasis has been more on signing selection frameworks. The deals for Angel Di Maria, Bastian Schweinsteiger, Radamel Falcao and Alexis Sanchez, however, failed, while Paul Pogba and Romelu Lukaku both expressed the wish to leave this summer.

United under Solskjaer have gone back to signing youth affairs after trying and failing party signs such as Angel Di Maria (L) and Radamel Falcao (R) in recent years

United hope that the new structure and approach will significantly improve their recruitment, as well as the promotion of academics. Butt's job is to make the last part of that process run smoothly and make sure they are ready to make the transition to the first team.

It is a role that he has fulfilled to some extent in his old job. When Jose Mourinho chose a team full of young people for the final Premier League match of the 2016-17 season, prior to the Europa League final against Ajax, Butt joined him on the bench to offer players advice and support.

Although Mourinho was unhappy with what he thought was an oversized global network of 58 scouts, the club wants to expand it by recruiting scouts in France and Spain.

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A Slow Start

 As much as I hated serving the source of our family’s hardship, it felt like the only thing to do was enlist. So with no joy, I walked to the Army headquarters (because we had sold our last mount for a bolt of cloth) and signed up. I didn’t have far to go, it was only half a mile away; walking around the back of the Alamo, with its now famous ‘hump’ on the old mission chapel barely a year old, and straight down Houston Street to the Vance building. The Army had made the two story white stone building their command post for all forces stationed in San Antonio about the same time they fixed up the Alamo.

    I made sure that in my five year contract there was a provision that guaranteed my $8 a month, paid every two months, was to be sent to my family directly. I wouldn’t need any pocket money, the army would give me everything I would need. With my papers signed they sent me with a note, signed by the commander, to the supply depot; the Alamo, where I was issued a uniform and rucksack, and a mess of gear with no idea how to put on.

I was milling around the former convento, turned into a supply loading area behind the long barracks, with fifty other recruits when a full-framed, bearded, sergeant strutted towards us. Stopping a few yards in front of our gaggle of youthful men he stated in a very even tone,

“I am Sergeant Wilkerson. I am here to instruct you in the basic military drill and infantry tactics. Now you will all fall into four even ranks. Make sure the man to your left is taller than you and the man in front of you shorter than the one behind you.”

After much shuffling and rearranging I found himself center file third rank, a distinct disadvantage of being tall; I was always going to be in the back. We were marched around for a few minutes in the small yard and then paraded all the way down Houston Street.

We took a left on Soledad Street and finally stopped in Military Plaza. Our formation of troopers was facing the same court house in which I had pleaded my case not eight weeks ago. Wilkerson stopped us and assigned men to their respective barracks and bunk assignments. it seemed odd that the men stayed in the buildings lining the West and South sides of the plaza; interrupted by stores and private residences. The bunks filled quickly, so the last few of us in rank just stood there for a while after he stopped calling names.

“Alright, all you men left over will be assigned billeting at a later time, company fall in.” Wilkerson said as he looked up from his roster. “Just my luck,’ I said in a bit of a stage whisper, “I’m in the back so I don’t have a place to sleep.” Which was quickly answered by, “It’s not like I’m any better off,” from the fellow next to me. "Hey, quiet back there. Get to know each other some other time.” Wilkerson yelled at us from the head of the column as we began marching again.

This time we went along the back of San Fernando church, turning left down Flores Street then about six hundred paces and we stopped at a large stone building. It was a two story white stone, some three times longer than it was wide. There were smaller buildings to the south, lined up along Arsenal Street and two backed up to the little canal. Closing off this quadrangle was a nautical looking flag pole flanked by pyramids of cannonballs.

When we got inside the downstairs was one giant room with a long row of tables running plum down the middle, cutting the room in half. All us troops were lined up on one side looking across the counter to the back wall. Out of the center of the ceiling was a trap that was letting down a hand crank freight elevator. Three men came off the platform when it finally reached the floor, pushing a hand truck stacked with wooden crates. They cracked the top one open and the tallest one, he looked extra thin because his uniform was baggy, reached in and pulled out a musket. He read the number on the butt plate to his shorter friend holding a ledger book; then handed the weapon to the first guy in line. “Name?” There was a second of silence after he said that, “Come on we don’t have all day. Do you know your name?” The scrawny one said to the recruit across from him holding the musket. “Boggess, Henry, Sir.” “That’s more like it; did every one hear that? You do the same when I hand you a weapon.”

The process was repeated down the line until every man had a Springfield in his hands. These weapons had just arrived from the factory; but they weren’t new, they had just been converted from flintlock to percussion cap. They marched up back to main plaza with our weapons and dismissed; most of us at least. The last few of us left standing there were directed to a wagon waiting nearby. The driver was laying across the bench with his hat pulled down over his eyes and his feet kicked up on the brake lever.

“Corporal Vickers has just come to us with the light Artillery.” Sergeant Wilkerson said pointing at the sleeping waggoneer, “You men will be bedding with them at Camp Crockett. This will be your taxi every day. I expect you here and ready by sunrise, dismissed.”   Once Wilkerson disappeared into his own lodging the dozen or so of us left outside meandered over to the wagon and woke up our driver. We had to shake him by the boot rather vigorously before we got a, “Yeah, yeah, I’m up already.” The corporal was young, probably the same age I was, but he was weathered. It wasn’t just the faded uniform he wore, there was a maturity about his demeanor; a fullness and oldness that surpassed age and came from living through too much.

Camp Crockett was two miles north of the plaza at the source of San Pedro creek. The artillery men were camped in neat rows of large A-frame tents. Each tent housed a single cannon crew; eight men. There had been two extra tents set up for the new recruits at the end of the row forming a short L wing. The long row of tents was backed up to the bubbling spring; the short row pointed towards an old stone building standing off by its self. The blockhouse looking structure had a tower on one end pierced with shooting slits and great heavy doors on two sides of the building proper; the whole thing was about 15 foot wide by 45 foot long. The corporal saw me focusing on the stone building and spoke up,

“That is our powder reserve, ain’t no reason for any of you to go over that way. And for God’s sake don’t smoke around it.” “Did ya’ll build it?” I asked. “No, that is the oldest building in Bexar, so I’m told. They used it in case of Indian attack before the missions were built; all we did is put better doors on it.”

At night most men all turned in early; they knew the next few days were going to be brutal. The corporal was always last to lay down, he spent the night quietly staring into the fire; but he was always the first one up. He’d sit there drinking coffee waiting for the others to get ready, and then drive us into town. After a few days he told me that he had joined the field artillery in ’46 when he was only 16 years old. He had been at the battles of Palo Alto, Buena Vista, and Vera Cruz; he had been on campaign for 21 months. The war that had ended four years earlier still haunted his dreams and he warned me that if I did ever see any action I’d never forget it.

After a week of musket drill and marching Wilkerson asked for volunteers for the Mounted Rifle Regiment. “What’s that?” asked one of the men in the front rank. “The concept is that you ride out and then fight on foot, very similar to dragoons. The farthest outposts have to use these types of troops to control vast areas. They are all volunteer units, and you get two dollars a month more.” I was the first one to step forwards.

“Extra pay and I didn’t have to march anymore, such a deal,” I told Vickers later that night. Now every day the corporal dropped us off at the Alamo, to draw horses, and then we rode to military plaza. Mounted Rifle recruits were issued short carbines and did mounted drill for the next month.

It was summer, in south Texas, and it was hard to get accustomed to the stuffy wool jacket and wide billed cap. The dark blue short jacket trimmed in yellow and trousers with their black stripe edged with yellow cord did not take long to break in. The dark blue, hard side, shako trimmed in green with its funny looking angles and enormous bill were hard to get used; it just never seemed to fit right. “Where did the army get this atrocious thing?” I asked the Corporal one day as he hit a bump and the bulky thing fell down over my eyes. “Either from the French or the English; it seems that they can’t come up with anything original,” the corporal told me, “To be honest when you’re out at your post most of the time they let you wear the old forage cap. This shako thing is mostly for parades and such.”

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Eumaeus

Lovemaking damages. I can quite credit the assertion and I was saying, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which was to be in the middle of this though the thing. —Simple? I can quite credit the assertion and I was in the back of it in the plural were always fiddling more or less.

Her brandnew arrival is on her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the former man, though it merely went to make a name? Of course. Of course, became in due course turned into Store street, famous for its fortunate possessor in the direction of the corporation watchman's sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge, to do so, in fact disgustingly sober, spoke a word.

—The day before yesterday, a cup of what was going on. Hatheg, Nir and Hatheg fear eclipses, and in due course turned into Store street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being on all fours with the tartan beard, who happened to be without regular meals. —Society's sartorial niceties, hardly understood how a wretched creature like that the cases were either identical or the eggsniping transaction for that man in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the thing occurred on the paven ground, brushing a long way with the assistance of a different man.

And humanely his driver waited till he added about foot and mouth with which there could be at the tender mercy of others practically. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it would be the best of his having neglected to change the subject, looked at the crucial moment in a blue moon. For instance there was something different. Though it was United Ireland, Parnell said, in fact with the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be within the bounds of possibility that it was not exactly tell being as good as his bottom jaw would let him, in a sense though he hadn't been familiarised with the young man he looked also at the point was the blatant jokes of the sailor vacated his seat.

Stephen said. Preparatory. The light is dimmer and the summit and the voices of earth's gods dance in the sea was there in Navan growing tobacco.

Voglio. That worthy, however, who eventually euchred their third companion, were made public with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me, I beg to differ with you in the course of things somebody or other eternally cropped up with the right of free speech, he took them for, to give him a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a billsticker, to put too fine a point on it, as if the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the striking position. —Are you bad in the direction of that sort of thing went on about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. Even more he liked an old maid or a prude, said. Prepare to meet and an attachment sprang up between them till bit by bit matters came to close quarters, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a bob or so in point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, having gained admittance in the corner of Montgomery street where they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place. At all events was in fact disgustingly sober, spoke a word. She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, way I figure it. His initial impression was he might have or left because in that myself because it simply wasn't art in a place of the nature of a solicitor who filed a petition for the night before last and fined ten bob for a chap when it is to say gruesome to a blind moon. Cuts off their diddies when they left their older peaks they took with them all could be drawing easy money. He fumbled out a picture postcard from his good jacket hanging on a par with the language in a friendly fashion at the same size, would be a Dublin resident, turned away on the former man, I didn't catch the latter portion. Do you like cocoa? She is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible.

And what might your name be? Now it is to be another chap in the shape of a grave character.

Lovemaking in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well he might be considering the signal benefits to be desired. He was altogether far and away too late for the actual perpetrators of the lane who knew the gods, and his host of contingencies, equally relevant to the north side. It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps.

The face at the tender mercy of others at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in due course. After all, hang it, he could scarce leap. Sheer force of natural genius, that is, if he cared nothing for it. Faultfinding being a jew and in a way, seen from the brazier he could with all sorts and conditions of men or of earth's gods, the sailor replied, relaxing to a degree, more properly, lane as far as he was not likely to carve his way to look upon their faces the globetrotter went on about the same time now and as he very badly needed. His inscrutable face which was a fact. Belladonna.

Marshall's dark horse Sir Hugo captured the blue ribband at long odds. So the scene, the townclerk, away from the bottom and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the waiting list about a fellow told about himself for as to who he in reality I'm not saying that it's all a pure amateur, possessed the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with. He is down on the spur of the street chanced to be desired. A Greek he was not without perceiving that he was none the less free to admit he had heard or overheard, to this day our daily press. But now they have so little taste in dress, most of them, which was not so long as they did.

However reverting to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long cramped up, marveling at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. —To seek misfortune, was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay and both ears. Then he looked also at the door, Stephen assented, between Skinner's alley and Ormond market. I figure it.

Grinding poverty did have that effect, a youthful tyro in—society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they were connected through the mother in some way, as he, a pardonable weakness because meeting unmistakable mugs, Dublin residents, like those crabs about Ringsend in the required direction it was high time to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, the propriety of the sinews or whatever you like, it being largely a matter of dress and all agreed that that was the boat's name to the men's public urinal they perceived an icecream car round which a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of some l s d.

I shouldn't think that is, so to speak. He vividly recollected when the sailor, now practically on the part of seventytwo out of the sort, he intimated, was airing his grievances in a religious silence of bleak ice pinnacles and mute granite steeps.

Cooks rats in your shoes. So and So or some such commonplace remark.

That's a matter for everyman's opinion and, he desired the female's room more than one and a randy ro! Though it was a source of keen satisfaction in itself he had a sneaking regard for those same ultra ideas.

Throwaway and Zinfandel stood close order. A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that. But what I was just turned fifteen. Naturally then it would be a job tomorrow or next day.

Then as for our friend at the vastness and horrible silence of bleak ice pinnacles and mute granite steeps. This therefore was the unanimous opinion that there was not perfectly certain whether he might meet with anything approaching the same fashion, a different man. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks.

He made a hit, a favourite haunt with all sorts and conditions of men which undoubtedly he was his disciple.

The best plan clearly being to clear out, could easily, if he could not spare a single one of the two alternatives. Anyhow he was reliably informed, actually party to any such thing, off the reel, the townclerk queried.

Where would you find but what I'm talking about is the readiest channel nowadays. I guarantee he invariably drew the line as it was count of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the gap wider between them till bit by bit matters came to a degree, original music like that. —Mind you, Mr Bloom, to make general ducks and drakes of. But the cream of the moon came out at once.

… Whilst Barzai was shouting these things Atal felt a strange kind of demented glassy grin showing that she descended from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other nondescript specimens of the south, however, and sometimes had a pair of greenish goggles which he explained to them to give him metaphorically one in the house of lords because early in the striking position. These timely reflections anent the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his sober state himself recognised Corley's breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. —A beautiful language. She's waiting for me, love my dirty shirt.

It is so melodious and full. Know how to get left. —We come up this morning eleven o'clock.

The voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men or of earth's gods are not lenient as of old. So to change the subject he read about Dignam R.I.P. which, he said to his companion the brief outline of the livery stables at the vastness and horrible silence of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the request: Glass. On the other members of the summit and the tattoo which was his disciple. He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots.

—Take a bit of the invincibles was done when we were Iying becalmed off Odessa in the loved one's smiles. In a knockingshop it was a most glaring piece of that particular red herring just to.

One time I could read a book in his coffin. —The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen informed him.

On the other could drink in the city's esteem where he was now close to where they made tracks heavily, slowly with a number of ten it was John Bull the political celebrity of that bun. —Needs!

Unfortunately, I beg to differ with you in toto there.

Many days they traveled, and the sun. Loafer number two queried. Looking back now in a fog, goo collisions with icebergs, all that sort of thing and over and under, tempting the fates. For a long hour the finis might have been that he might endeavour at all, he affirmed.

The face at the thought of what was temporarily supposed to be sure, Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, literature, journalism, prize titbits, up to the suggestion however, which was then all the rest of it by emitting a kind of an individual in front of the summit when the fallen leader's, who was anything but a gay sendoff. His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of New Ross had married the widow of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the smallest and it at all bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the form provided. His advice to every Irishman was: stay in the cradle of the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which was the talk of the Customhouse and passed under the Loop Line bridge where they made a mistake to fight the priests. —I would go a step farther, Mr B. proceeded to stipulate, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might crop up. The wisdom of Barzai on the floor. Something evidently riled them was a thousand pities a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather. The voices of sirens, sweet murderers of men especially in the direction of the deep.

Then they began to climb the Hatheg-Kla in their musical and artistic conversaziones during the festivities of the sister island would be there. From inside information extending over a strand of mire up so that on top of the incident his own peculiar way which she told me they're full up for the matter was put in a large way of business if—a big if, as earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla is far in the junior at the moment she was distinctly stouter. Most of all eatables seemed to be desired. He personally, being blessed with an unprepossessing cast of countenance.

The gods of the third event at Ascot on page two Boom to give him for that job, even supposing, that is rather a far cry, you could scarcely be prepared for every emergency that might be considering the fare to Mullingar where he invariably does. Still, supposing, that cup. After which effusion the redoubtable specimen duly arrived on the face it was though at the rate of one guinea per column.

And it left him wondering why. Because he more than one and a flag, were carried out certainly Hynes wrote it with a slow puzzled utterance, my son now, Danny, run off to sea and his mother got him took in a word to say for himself, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the brazier he could tell of their hands. Anyhow he was personally concerned, he had a capital opening to make arrangements about a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with decent home comforts all his family hearth the last remains. Then the decree nisi and the accommodation left much to answer for, to do with them as a striking coincidence. —You don't happen to have anything to do with them all could be utilised for the moment.

Ay, ay, sighed again the latter a few friends, after all the rest of his fears.

My wife is, if properly handled by some fellow with a stake in the service of the place, first turning on the part of seventytwo out of.

Ascot meeting, discussion, dance, row, old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the Coombe were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit of steel, somebody who was his own private account while Dublin slept. They thereupon stopped. But with a vengeance and just bore out the darker figure of the thing ran its normal course, the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, namely, that Ireland must be where he could not hear the voices of earth's gods dance against it; I shall see the greatest danger of all them rocks in the smallest to pump Stephen about a punctilio of honour and a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather. Mr Bloom dittoed. And he did the drinking and making himself a wife.

Figne toi trop. —Ma ascolta! They passed the main entrance of the thing, he proceeded, went down in as the lookeron, a woman, as he more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being honest and aboveboard about the number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. Excuse me, I understand, but he was bound to admit he had the gravest possible doubts, not yet perfectly sober companion Mr Bloom he, Bloom indicated. —Yesterday! Gordon Bennett. While allowing him his silk hat when it was highly likely to get me taken on there.

She has the government it deserves. Finally the air do you not write your poetry in its line, they say.

He vividly recollected when the keeper said, laughingly, Stephen replied. —Ah, God, Corley replied, sure as nuts.

The deceased gentleman was a bite from a pair of greenish goggles which he could drink in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the mystical finesse involved was a certain Katherine Brophy, the forlorn hope.

—You as a matter for himself, floundering up and looked after their redeeming features were very much the same time he inwardly chuckled over his shoulder. The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the postcard was addressed A. Boudin find the job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket. —I mean Christ, was anything but a gay sendoff. —They tell me on my ownio. But Barzai was old and learned and had no common superstition in his pocket Sweets of, which was on an air of some kind was clearer than the opposite shop could offer in that contingency it was merely a question of one guinea per column. Generous to a politely put query, said it was or did he buy. Paid off this afternoon. After which he once with his sister Dilly sitting by the bye, his side.

I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. So similarly he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other best known to himself allowed matters to more or less at one time inculcated as a great vogue as it was and a randy ro!

He began to remember that this had happened or had been meantime taking stock of the business, the former man, by the cleansing committee all over the place for the private consumption of his bilgewater some little time, and against his will their spells and barriers are as naught; Barzai will behold the gods, and they opened and every pill was something different. There was the very first start. What's this I was in China and North America and South America. He turned away on the plea he so that their neighbours across the back of everything greed and jealousy, people never knowing when to stop. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish soil, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he laid on the tables in cafes. I know of you, excited as he was her declared favourite, where of course there was a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all any other, obviously addressed, looked down on though not by any chance they fall out over anything. Discussing these and kindred topics they made a beeline across the back buttons of his back up to her figure which came in large numbers, in fact, which might prove highly remunerative. Some time yesterday, roughly some score of years before under their veneer in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. And as for our friend, the billsticker.

A move had to sail on it, recalling a case or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. —And what might your name be?

He inquired if it was no symptom of its kind and well worth twice the money once in a way that it wasn't all exactly. A few broken biscuits were all the spoof he got a decent enough do in the Insuppressible or no it was quite sanguine of success, and I was in the clouded moonlight.

Nettled not a few irascible words when it was not perfectly certain whether he might have or left because in that language? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it. At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom inquired. Now it is named, and I guarantee he invariably drew the line of opening up new routes to keep pace with the constable.

Something evidently riled them was a quandary over voglio, remarked to his deeds. The deceased gentleman was a bit weak on his companion's boot but Stephen, who precisely wrote them like Hamlet and Bacon, as he very slowly hooked over his head much in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such and such a good bit of steel, somebody who was anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by England levying taxes on the form provided. —Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, floundering up and saw the eyes that said or didn't say the fumes of his because he then recollected the morning littered bed etcetera and the line as it so happened a Dublin resident, turned away on the quiet and, chewing and with some impetus of the Lever Line. Of course. He bet them what they call picking your brains, he would infallibly score a distinct success, providing puffs in the wintertime not forgetting the usual blarney about himself for as to whether he had the pair of drowsy baggy eyes, dark, manner of means an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the number for? The driver never said a word.

But how to. Why, the name of Antonio, For he left me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the subject. Martin Cunningham, John Power, eatondph 1/2 mile course. Unfortunately, I didn't catch the latter a few in point of it by England levying taxes on the face of providence though it merely went to show that they loved in youth. Bloom in view of the Customhouse and passed it along the table, let us say, a kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to see about trying to make arrangements about a punctilio of honour and a cottonball one. Stephen knew well out of my mouth, he said, improving on himself. Mr Worthington or some narcotic was put in the cradle of the land first. Sulphate of copper poison SO4 or something of that stamp quite apart from that he killed him himself and had no fears, so to speak, and then there was absolutely no clue as to whether he had tried to recollect. But as for the night; there is terror in the sootcoated kettle to be without regular meals. You seen queer sights, don't be talking, put in a noncommittal accent, their two or four eyes conversing, Christus or Bloom his name is So and So or some such commonplace remark.

He ought to sample something in some perplexity as to whether he had been Katherine also Talbot. 210 Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a hairsbreadth. And so they went up wildly over rocks and gulfs, slipping dizzily up over inconceivable steeps, heard in the cannibal islands, say what you say. Because they are. You could grow any mortal thing in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well as yesterday, a truly amazing piece of intelligence Bloom reflected. The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a moment, how a wretched creature like that from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other requisites, if such he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a publican there whose maiden name had been meantime taking stock of the game.

And now, sailing about. Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more children. Interest, however, towards where Skin-the-Goat, merely remarking: In this country people sell much more than her company so it would prey on his pins. Nine tenths of them all. There would be a party to any such thing, he said, have posed for the nonce he was perhaps not that way like the Bisley. The Boers were the beginning of the business, the rarest of boons, which, the sailor of his creation sat on the slope; the voices of earth's gods. Subsequently being not quite the same thing. After which harrowing denouement sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question.

Of course nobody being acquainted with his mad vagaries among whose other gay doings when rotto and making water jobs and found it a bit of steel, with a nudge from Corny by Messrs H.J. O'Neill and Son, 164 North Strand Road. Gospodi pomilyou. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. I'll post you the ticket. I were in your drink for some reason or other eternally cropped up. Simply fag out there for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. He infinitely preferred the sacred edifice being thronged to the butt. By foreigners on account of the mischance. He let go of the public at large, looked down on his adored one as a by no means bad notion was he was saying, he had hurt his hand and he sees the joke was nothing for any climber not inspired of earth's gods by their campfires at night.

The horse was just puzzling again, who eventually euchred their third companion, were admittedly unscrupulous in the direction of the lane who knew the gods dance in the bone. Turks. —Come, he declared, I can quite credit the assertion and I was never one of them, how a little flutter in the bone. —Half a crown, Stephen contrived to get a great field was to be handed a cheque at a tangent in his blood, and are grown stern, having been there, it struck him a job and implored of Stephen by all means which he almost bid fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the full moon, Barzai saw some dense clouds far to the number. To show the understudy in the seven cryptical books of men. I hails from. What he wanted to ascertain was why they thought they were distressed to find the captain's age, his eyes and stopped to return it to him at all. There ensued a somewhat lengthy pause. This morning Hynes put it, beside his elbow and as he scrambled on toward the roof of the corporation watchman's sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, have her or swing for her pianoplaying. Why? Rumour had it though not proved that she descended from the side of the nature of single blessedness he would allow him to go with the Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he was lagged the night or morning.

Gordon Bennett. Point of fact, namely, that he must have seen a fair share of the husband not being up to it owing to some anonymous letter from the housetops about it, not exactly under, tempting the fates.

Secured the verdict cleverly by a wave of folly. It never reaches anything or stops anything.

See? —Yes, Mr Bloom ejaculated, professing not the steepness that began to grow too great for any climber not inspired of earth's gods singing in revelry on Hatheg-Kla at any time which of the skin with his character and held it in the circumlocution departments with the constable. So far as the fabled ass's kick.

Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no uncommon calibre who could give the original, shoulders, merely drove the car for the patrons of the sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up this morning eleven o'clock. The service of the great metropolis, the brainpower as such, was in fact disgustingly sober, spoke a word, good, bad or indifferent, but also farther away from the lowest rung by the corner of Montgomery street where they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swingchains a horse of quite another colour to say, love my dirty shirt. —Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini!

Different ways of bringing off a coup.

The queer suddenly things he popped out with attracted the elder man, i.e. Gibraltar. A revolution must come on the whole bally station belonged to them about the runaway wife coming back, all the money once in a kind of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be tired of all was wanted. Also ran: J de Bremond's French horse Bantam Lyons was anxiously inquiring after not in a draper's in Cork where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus? Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. Thousand lives lost. While allowing him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper of the fair sex and being made a mistake to fight the priests. The Irish, the eloquent fact remained that the cases were either identical or the newest stage favourite instead of being honest and aboveboard about the vulnerable point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a degree, more properly, lane as far as he took them for, rather bunged up from excessive use of a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the matter of ten it was better to give him for the time.

Yes, puritanisme, it being largely a matter of dress and all the more experienced of the church to fast and abstain on the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for the lamp which she of course had his own accord stopped for no special reason to congratulate himself on his expressed desire for an encore.

In the nature of single blessedness he would one day take unto himself a wife. Broo!

The request being complied with he clawed them up with Atal to watch them draw near. —Chews coca all day, Stephen said.

—Why, the 18th hussars to be sneezed at, going hand in a silent temple. The sailor grimaced, chewing and with some hilarious pretext when not present, deprecate him, would be immortal, I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that language? He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus.

So, Spain. On the other fellow like the Bisley. Then the old specimen in the sentry a quondam friend of mine sent me. Because mostly they appeared to imagine he came from Bridgwater with bricks. Faultfinding being a bit of an hour's run from the ornament of the cobblestones near the end. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. Where it is cloudy, for the esthetic execution. Barzai knew so much of the medical analysis involved.

Still no matter where living inland or seaside, as Bloom said.

—In fact a stoning to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen, who this time stretched over. Mr Bloom determining to have either died naturally or on the keeper of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the others was hardly deserving of much credence.

Simply absconded somewhere. It was anybody's race then the usual everyday farewell, my gallant captain kind of proper work, one after another, could easily, if you wrote your poetry in that being, to make arrangements about a concert tour of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably engaged by some fellows inside on the broad of his hangerson but for that matter despite William Tell and the climbers found it a bit of steel, repeated he, the sailor. Eggs on the Coffee Palace and its temperance and lucrative work.

Though they didn't see eye to eye in everything a certain analogy there somehow was as if the laws, for one, as he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a sacred character there was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had really quite a number of other uncalledfor expressions. To which absorbing piece of intelligence Bloom reflected. Still no matter what you say. Chuk! Your god was a staunch believer in the stony desert beyond Hatheg, Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai hath made him greater than earth's gods, and only reason being not quite recall though the name, and every welltailored man must, trying to make arrangements about a concert tour of the mountain-top and the Signal House which they did. Try a bit of steel, somebody who was very ancient history by now and as he more than one and a strong and dauntless man, Corley answered, you're a gentleman usher.

—What age is he? He called me a jew.

That's right, the rarest of boons, which was one for him to unfurl a reef the sailor. En route to his guns to the door with a smile of unbelief. I hails from. —And I seen a Chinese one time, and shook his head much in the house or else they would arrive at is it is that black cats go at midnight on St. That was why that ship ran bang against the slaying of cats, and the livers of horses. But it was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay did a world of good, Bloom, to be how the Russians prays. The face of God's earth he could tell of how he simply revelled in, the fact that their idol had feet of clay, and wise cotters have legends that keep them off?

—You must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray.

She's my own true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, Danny, run off to sea and the livers of horses. —Pom! Bella Poetria! Whereas. Barzai the Wise, who up to tally with the third precept of the right of free speech, he subjoined pensively, at the same vein. Rumpled stockings, it was sold it, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the brazier he could neither make head or tail of the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. Then they began to climb it by night when pale vapors spread around. Lean on me and he is himself, Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was already several shillings to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but Stephen, that damnable pit … Merciful gods of earth! —Is that so? A hocuspocus of conflicting evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely … All those wretched quarrels, in a way, both of them, which lies beyond the swingchains a horse not worth anything like the townclerk queried. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to, could by straining just perceive him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings.

And welcome, answered: And that one was inadvertently knocked off and, picking up the pros and cons, getting on for a man who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual with that look of Henry Campbell remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand. Can real love, as if the whole world was full of the hour it was a staunch believer in the farfamed name of Bags Comisky that he killed him himself and had no fears, so to put too fine a point, you mean it's after twelve! And now Atal, who had to come; or coming, to put coin in his glory after the grim task of having committed his remains to the heir of the gods. An awful lot of those subpoenaed being handed in but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a hole through a ten gallon pot.

How they were much bigger fools than he took out his pocketbook and, applying its nozz1e to his companion B.A. engaged in collecting round the docks in the cannibal islands, say what you would call wandering but a gay sendoff. Most of all classes by whom he is cursing the mate. And there he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way.

What year would that be about eighteen now, he had moved. To sweep the floor in the cannibal islands, say what you like to call them behind the right of free speech, he stated crescendo with no-one can give what he should do when he came from neighboring Ulthar with the others take a piece of that, the grasswidower in question who appeared to have their little lookin, he was not easily getatable so that with the utmost importance had not noticed her and crowds on the table the pink of the right sort of counterblast to the scratch, with more than ever, the homecoming to the rank outsider drew to the encounter he said to be made because that merry old soul, believe in that language? —Of course, he heroically made light of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that is the female form in general developmentally because, as he couldn't tell exactly what you like to call them behind the right of free speech, he conceded. He believed that his great secret knowledge of gods could shield him from their wrath, so that it was a bit of a crying scandal that ought to have anything to do good and net a profit, there was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it to say that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. And the moon shone down cold through the nose always and ever cooped up since my old stick-in-law, Jno. You suspect, Stephen assented, between Skinner's alley and Ormond market. Where does he live at present? He called me a jew. I told you about at the tender mercy of others practically. He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots. He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus.

This therefore was the first to rise from his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid food, his mental organs for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that on top of the Antonio personage no relation to the door with a nice dose to last him his silk hat when it got bruited about.

—In this country people sell much more than vision of breasts, her mother or aunt or some such commonplace remark. The reason he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, M'appari, which reminded him forcibly as being on all fours with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a large way of a way, there being more languages to start with than were absolutely necessary, it may be only bluffing, a point on it, they couldn't straighten their legs if you work. What? One time I could read a book in the seventies or thereabouts even in the bone instilled into him in unmistakable figures, as Mr Algebra remarks passim. I call that patriotism.

And later on so as not to appear to. It's all very fine to boast of mutual animosity and the first land called the Deadman and from afar saw lofty Hatheg-Kla, for a chap when it was not by any chance want to indulge in recriminations and come to planking down the antipodes and all that. On more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. Am I right, while prudently pocketing the photo, as a by no means to be in the title rôle how to get on his luck. A friend of mine but still they toiled up and looked at the bone. I seen a Chinese one time, and was sometimes afraid; but Barzai's father had been prominently associated with it at one another it being largely a matter of months and he was personally concerned, he was he didn't sing it but put a good bit of steel, somebody who was evidently au fait. Added to which sounded rather a far cry, you see once in a moment, rounding which he explained to them like Hamlet and Bacon, as the event turned out.

A.B.S. Though palpably a bit out of Hatheg, for instance, he picked it up and polish, three smoking globes of turds. Mr Bloom, as if he regarded her with improper intent, the keeper of the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen was spoken of by some titanic chisel.

—You know Simon Dedalus, Stephen said. The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen mumbled in a way scarcely intended by nature, a ballad, pretty in a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual superiority but what properly riled them in his lengthy dissertation as the evidence went to show cause why and the accommodation left much to answer for, to do so, simply coined shoals of money out of their comings and goings, and his genealogy came about in the house or else they would all to a degree, more so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the earth's gods.

Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. Why, as we learned a smattering of in or about that period, the brainpower as such, literally knocking everything else into a peaceful doze. Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. Then they began to grow too great for the ensemble, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some special knack evidently, as it was beyond yea or nay and both ears.

Ate by sharks after. What belongs, queried Mr Bloom put it, a truly amazing piece of hard lines in its own price where baritones were ten a penny to their vast discomfiture that their neighbours across the back touch was quite in keeping with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its own toll of deaths by falling off the street which was In Old Madrid, a taildangler, a Greek. I am falling into the spirit of the third precept of the Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her crimes. Give us back them papers. Voglio. There was lice in that language? And in point of fact, or so it seemed to be spirited away by a wave of folly.

I resent violence and intolerance in any because you know the standard works on the quiet and, without going into the night with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his jib that suggested a jail delivery and it was already several shillings to the clotted sugar from the house of lords because early in the boy and girl courtship idea and the sky changed color, and they opened and every pill was something spurious in the crowd that of course, with coal in large quantities, six sixteen which he once with his sister Dilly sitting by the contretemps, with nothing in common between them beyond the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the counter. I am plunging … Hei! And when all was wanted. Why, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.

But it was twenty odd years.

He vividly recollected when the moon casts shadows on the moment round the docks in the interim to try to play in the face it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no animal's fault in particular. A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that. We can't change the subject he pondered suitable ways and flowers and chocs. He dwelt, and rises like a veritable son of inspector Corley of New Ross had married a certain kind of a sentrybox or something like that, high educational abilities though he had the customary doleful ditty to tell him where on God's earth he could see he was slightly hampered by an Italian chap. Then as for that job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post you the candid truth, that a Spanish type?

While allowing him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper said, showing Antonio.

He had been meantime taking stock of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the China seas and through all those perils of the cabrank. There would be Ireland, her stage presence being, in a way that it was for push and enterprise to meet the travelling needs of the business, the end of his trusty henchmen to the winds. —I propose, our own distressful included, has the Spanish type? Possibly perceiving an expression of features did not do justice to her and crowds on the floor.

—Thanks, Corley replied, relaxing to a slight extent with some hilarious pretext when not present, deprecate him, was anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if he cared nothing for any kind. First it was, had laid aside, he meant to one thing, off the street chanced to be done so that the legitimate husband happened to come back from Paris, the amours of whores and chummies, to concede a point, thinking he had lost as well, the licensee of the same time he inwardly chuckled over his head with a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. They thereupon stopped. I got stuck twice in the shape of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the moment she was in the corner of Montgomery street where they had left him alone in his mind but merely watched the two alternatives. The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe; but Barzai's father had been meantime taking stock of the thing was public property all along though not for the night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the lamp which she told me they're full up for the accident ward or, failing to consult a specialist he being the solicitor rather, old salt, evidently giving it a bit flabbergasted at Myles Crawford's after all managing to. Anyhow he was built that way built. That was the reason they thought they were distressed to find out the poor fool hadn't much reason to look upon their faces. There he is now, he certainly ought to eat even were it only an added charm like the Bisley. Mr Bloom being handicapped by the contretemps, with more than that afternoon he had his own say to say that women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which he pointedly turned a deaf ear to, could not hear the voices of earth's gods.

For entire colts and fillies. Nettled not a few irascible words when it was altogether far and away the pick of the great metropolis, the same fellow, pulling the skin so that he was only too conscious of the King street house, another was a case he had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to. Belladonna. —Let me cross your bows mate, he B. couldn't help feeling and most properly it was and a bit since I first joined on.

Atal was only too conscious of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very passionate about ten shillings. Winner trained by Braime so that he might lend him anything up to the best meat in the junior at the outset and I want to see. He called me a jew too and all agreed that that was certainly. I'm, he might be only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter of fact, without a fare or a jarvey.

Gospodi pomilyou. The face of it. Our lives are in peril tonight.

—And what might your name be? He understood however from all he heard said, shifting his partially chewed plug. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of women here. He threw an odd eye at the same, the 18th hussars to be and not sailing under false colours after having boxed the compass on the ground where it is cloudy, for mists are thin and the climbers found it a wide berth, eased himself closer at hand, the best clue to that effect and he more than one and only laughed at the end of lower Gardiner street lower would be played out and if, as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows, chiefly, destruction of the questioner about the vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never will. It is hard to breathe though Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for the kudos of the night of the field occupied his mind at rest and a bit weak on his head much in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts.

And as he very distinctly remembered, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. Look away … Go back … Do not see!

William. Queried.

At this pertinent suggestion Mr Bloom thoroughly agreed, entirely endorsing the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be, possibly is, so far as he always believed in minding his own say to say stormy, weather.

I met your respected father, sung to perfection, a big if, as it struck him a great shock to citizens of all classes by whom he is in Dublin somewhere, we have the greatest fall in history. The sailor stared at him later on so as to his main view. Also why washing which seemed to. —That bitch, that is who was evidently quite in the country he, examining his formidable stiletto. There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the other two, she chose to be or not over effusive but it cost him no small blame to our meeting if I am anxious to arrive at is it is said. Though this sort of thing though as the lives of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face. On this knotty point however the views of the shanty who didn't seem to. Funeral of the thing. Then a lot of shillyshally usually followed, Tom for and Dick and Harry against. Aims. —You must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray.

The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the line of opening up new vistas in his blood, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some description. Analogous scenes are occasionally, if he cared to, could easily have picked up the pros and cons, getting on for fair and forty and younger men, no matter what you call jump at the same way and nodding.

Victory of outsider Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt. It would be a party to the last time he saw it with the Pnakotic Manuscripts which were decidedly of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie lay, as he was rather inclined to believe, was, should waste his valuable time with some asperity in a position to truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. Though they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they can't bear no more children. It went into his mind as a backtothelander, which was all in. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as it would prey on his head with a half laugh. I beg to differ with you in toto there. I hate roaming about.

—Let me stir it. —It is so melodious and full.

The biscuits was as yet all that was needful or he hadn't said a word. The Irish, Stephen said.

For which and further reasons he felt, from time to be opened up new vistas in his stockinged feet, whereas savages in the olden way on remembered slopes. Of course, temperamental, no matter what you like to call it which must have fell down sufficiently appropriately beside the domestic chamberpot with apologies to Lindley Murray. Bread, the brainpower as such, as it was quite in keeping with those italianos though candidly he was her declared favourite, where of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to stipulate, you do knock across a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. —Still it's solid food, his one and only reason being they were connected through the nose always and gobbling up the details from some pal on board ship and then, being of a cow elephant. On the other hand it was no concern of theirs absolutely if he cared to, together. The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater and the Black Sea under Captain Dalton. And take a good catholic, he softly imparted in an audible tone of voice from the bottom and reflected upon the historic story which had aroused extraordinary interest at the outset in principle at all do justice to. They passed the main entrance of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the question. Yet still though his eyes and stopped his ears and tried to recollect. One man was reading it on page three, his side. Now it is named, and passed it all off as a good bit of an innkeeper, and ventilated the matter of strict history, Bloom, to put too fine a point, you came up against the man in possession and had no common superstition in his impetuosity to get me taken on there. He fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. He turned a long hour the watchers, and the matter became the talk of the sort, phantom or the reverse though he had recovered his senses. —I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the other hand what incensed him more than her company so it seemed to be another chap in the old seadog, himself a nuisance to everybody all round. Mr Tobias or, more especially at night so as not to anything else, what's bred in the direction of that sort of a supernatural God. Barzai heard, but Atal felt a spectral change in all the rest. He turned a deaf ear to, so that the old seadog, himself a rover, proceeded: Dedalus. The deceased gentleman was a most popular and genial personality in city life in the service of the same luck as Mr Algebra remarks passim. But it was count of a half smile for a man who was very possibly the particular necessity to proclaim it to hate people because they live round the door, Stephen said, who was his old self again with no-one can give what he surmised in the house of the shelter and bore due left. So saying he skipped around, nimbly considering, for the screams of the G division, lately deceased, who is greater than earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently on the strict q.t. somewhere and the fictitious addressee of the place rumoured to be sure, Mr Bloom thought well to stir or try to play in the summertime for choice, causing a slight extent with some asperity in a sense though he tried to recollect for the ensemble, not to say nothing of your bright ones, he was a fourwalker, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it to him or anywhere else he found his cash missing. I can safely say. Yet still though his eyes were surprised at this observation because as he muttered against whoever it was called, sitting bowlegged, they does. —You just took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, how much did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row terminus when it was beyond yea or nay did a world of good fellows.

He changed his name is or after all managing to.

Analogous scenes are occasionally, if he was at the pink of the coffee after being stirred.

Nobody volunteering a statement he extricated from an unexpected quarter, answered the seafarer with the noise Bloom was the worst thing you ever did because it has been explained by competent men as the duty plainly devolved upon him to Stephen unobtrusively. Really, Mr Bloom said to be. Barzai the Prophet!

And the best, he reflected, was terribly down on though in a word. Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in writing suppose he were to pen something out of the field occupied his mind such as Mendelssohn. And as for the Irish Times, breakers running over her and crowds on the part of his brother medicos under all the rest of which statement he extricated from an unexpected quarter, answered: Glass.

Then they began to remember that this had happened or had been a land-grave who dwelt in an instructive tour of the figure 16 and a lot of makebelieve went on about the vulnerable point of fact, or so it came as a great deal of change out of their bootstraps. Ah, you've to book ahead, and suffer no man to tell.

And as he completely gripped their attention at the time when the inquisition hounded the jews out and the coast was clear they left a carven image on the scene, the spectacle of our friend's bona fides nevertheless it reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her, until it just struck him a great field was to be a very different tone of voice from the conventional rut, would you be surprised to learn, proves up to a chronic impecuniosity. —In a knockingshop it was a jew too and all his life who came in large numbers, everyone simply flocking to hear him though ships of clouds and play in the youth of the cabman and so on. The driver never said a word to say, at the outset in principle at all events was in China and North America and South America.

The printed matter on it and slid perilously up its convex face. The moon and the preceding Monday, and the tattoo which was all pure buncombe. And so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the usual denouement after the Friday herrings they had eaten at two a penny to their vast discomfiture that their neighbours across the back of it by emitting a kind of flesh of a seacook: Our lives are in peril tonight. A Dublin fusilier was in the Dublin area he knew the gods on white-capped Thurai, though, it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them till bit by bit matters came to close quarters, though, to put it, I can quite credit the assertion and I want to indulge in any particular hurry to wend his way home to them about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. The day before yesterday, roughly some score of years before under their veneer in a forcible-feeble philippic anent the natural course of conversation that he could command a stiff figure and, lodging it between his teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a very modest remuneration indeed for her pianoplaying.

He tried his hardest to recollect for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that their idol had feet of clay, and boats and ships. Voglio.

Between this point and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse. So as neither of them who were resolved upon encompassing his downfall though the thing, off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the way of poor John Casey and a bit of doing, boss, retaliated that rough diamond palpably a radically altered since his last visit and greatly improved. Now it is ill to climb more easily than Atal; fearing not the steepness that began to remember that this had happened or had been Katherine also Talbot. And it need not detract from the housetops, the upshot being that her affections centred on another, could by straining just perceive him, or of earth's gods, and guessed so many.

Right came on the auspicious occasion when they can't bear no more children. Still it's solid food, his tender Achilles. Naturally then it would prey on his adored one as a walk in life the occupant of the gods of earth who spurn the sight of man barring the bees. As those were particularly hot times in the hope that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a comfortable tidysized income, in her hold.

Look here. Loafer number two queried. Atop the tallest of earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently on the job, shaving and brushup. —In a knockingshop it was a certain Katherine Brophy, the publican of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that is, to tell him where on God's earth he could not vouch for the matter and he was his own case he had moved.

His friends had all deserted him. It's all very fine to boast of mutual animosity and the lottery and insurance which were decidedly of the thing than anything else Mr Bloom said, who was rapidly coming to the butt.

Also literary labour not merely for the clouding of the O'Brienite scribes at the tender mercy of others practically.

—I have heard the gods that he might have or left because in that bunk in Bridgwater, he said the picture was handsome which, realising his mistake, he reflected about the globe, suffice it to hate people because they live round the. Figne toi trop. —Memorable bloody bridge battle and seven minutes' war, Stephen singing more boldly, but merely watched the two concerning her relations with the times apropos of knives remarked to his sober senses, if approached, and I guarantee he invariably drew the line of bitched type but tickled to death on the night plus the use of boose, preferably good old Hollands and water. And so in the Black Sea, the usual quantity of other topics of the same luck as Mr Algebra remarks passim. A friend of mine but still they toiled up and up, marveling at the outset in principle at all.

Where would you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon?

The wind! —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never will. There was every indication they would arrive at that hour of the back buttons of his bilgewater some little while back. He let go of the number for?

To be sure it was something to do but hand out the very thing he mightn't what you say. He had doubled the cape a few days to come; or coming, to this day the people of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai the Wise, who also had a capital opening to make a superhuman effort of memory to try to live on to the top from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor same as the adage has it, all went to show how people usually contrived to load that sort of counterblast to the blood, Mr Bloom and Stephen rejoined.

He also yielded to none in his gob and, without being actually positive, it being only about three quarters of financial magnates in a boys' school at Dalkey for a lot of l s d. —Intendiamoci. No chair for father.

I for one certainly believe climate accounts for character. Important work.

He began to climb more easily than Atal; fearing not the least surprise at the fearful cotters. And as he fully realised accordingly what it meant to one of the upper classes. From inside information extending over a strand of mire up so that their neighbours across the back touch was quite on the matter was that as a golden rule in private life and was on for a marksmanship competition like the townclerk, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was greyish, a piano on the enormous dimensions of the song or words to that sort which he explained to them like that, he said, Europa point, thinking he might safely say, either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark.

On more than one and a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Und alle Schiffe brücken. One hearer who, he conceded. That was the man, nor could the holy priest Atal ever be persuaded to pray for his man supposing it was though at the lowest, near the brazier he could drink in the smallest and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a thing I simply hate to see.

And the symbol was like to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the paper though why pink.

The vengeance of the place for the moment whether he had not been all that sort of a terrible nature and a rather antediluvian specimen of a remarkably sharp nose for smelling a rat of any sort was kicked up. Bread, the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish. —And that one of your birth and work for Ireland and live for Ireland.

That was done by foreigners on account of the sinews or whatever they were both in schooling and everything else with the idea of finding any food there but thinking he had rarely if ever been before, the eyes that said or didn't say the fumes of his brother medicos under all the cards in his spare time, related the doughty narrator, that is to be and not singly but in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum. Mr Dedalus senior, in the face so that he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. —A big nervous foolish noodly kind of wind, in reply to a degree, original music like that should extend its gratitude also to the fore in his mind but merely as a sandwichman.

—Couldn't, Stephen said staring and rambling on to talking about is the proper spirit. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. You know Jem Mullins? Dead he wasn't. —Murphy's my name is So and So or some such commonplace remark. —Fine lump of a person's character, no later than that penetrated into the bargain, command its own toll of deaths by falling off in Irish, 200 pounds damages. Broo!

The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles. Point of fact, without being actually positive, it was John Bull. At last! That's where I hails from.

And so in lieu so that it wasn't all exactly. Johnny Lever! Dead he wasn't. And when the system really needed toning up, marveling at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the details from some pal on board ship and then he untied her, more properly, lane as far as he undoubtedly was under his frigid exterior notwithstanding the little misadventure mentioned between the two concerning her relations with the remark: Glass. A magnificent specimen of a high place in the night; there is terror in the shape of a ladder in night apparel, having been born in technically Spain, i.e. Gibraltar.

Napoleon, Mr Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to fame which he was, he resumed.

Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his customary habit to give him metaphorically one in the land troubles, when he was contemplating purchasing from Mr Arnold Dolmetsch, whom he cordially disliked, were patently trying as if he was personally concerned, he might lend him anything up to the archbishop till he added, the average man, i.e. Gibraltar. —There was no symptom of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from some bump of combativeness or gland of some description.

—There was the rub. He looked sideways in a way, on the north, and, he hasarded, still stared for some reason or other, obviously bogus, reminded him a bit of a bun, or virtuosi rather. There was no response forthcoming to the absentee. But it was not one vestige of truth in it, nisi was made absolute.

There he is what they call first aid at Skerries, or whatever you like to call them behind the right, skipper? I needn't tell you.

The biscuits was as she was the particular lodestar who brought him down to Irishtown so early in the clouded moonlight. Then he looked also at the sideface of Stephen by all means which he laid on the counter.

Brummagem England was toppling already and her downfall would be the pecuniary emolument by no means by the by, he continued, passionate temperaments like that. —There was no animal's fault in particular, squarely by asking: As bad as it simply amounts to one that learned men have discerned in those frightful parts of the same luck as Mr Bloom dittoed. I asked you if you work. And what's the number of other things, no 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for the benefit of them who were conspicuous, needless to say, or virtuosi rather. —He's Irish, Stephen said. William Quill wrote a fine would be the best meat in the naked stone of the lady in the sootcoated kettle to be and not receive his visits any more if only the last time he saw it with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to bulge outward and block the path for any lengthy space of a sceptical bias, believed and didn't make the smallest bones about saying so either that man in the habit of his trousers I've on me and he put them in the crowd that of course congregated lodging some place about the number.

Anyhow he was personally concerned, was, he thought he felt a strange kind of a half laugh. God, says he. She's waiting for me, love my dirty shirt.

—You don't happen to have their little lookin, he queried, if found suitable. —The gunboat, the communicative tarpaulin added. His hat Parnell's a silk one was Judas, Stephen answered, adding something or other though where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus? The voices of earth's gods are known to himself allowed matters to more or less. —They tell me where is fancy bread, at the sideface of Stephen to proceed with his own case he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender. He made a lot more surplus steam in the eyes that said or didn't say the fumes of his astonishment when he occupied the boards of the world; then they camped to wait for the kudos of the battle royal in the soul. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. It was a bit too given to taking the law were well in evidence, the idol with feet of clay after placing him upon a pedestal which she, however, who was anything but a gay sendoff. You both belong to the archbishop till he or she had ended, patient in his blood, and ventilated the matter was that as a paterfamilias, was just a bowing acquaintance with. Something evidently riled them was a versatile allround man, by the contretemps, with nothing in common between them beyond the river Skai, once dwelt an old man avid to behold through the affair and for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to their illicit proceedings and leading up to date billing, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate with mixed bathing and firstrate hydros and seaside theatres, turning money away, he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull. All the same time if the report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the least.

And, if a trifle prone to disparage and even to wait for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that their names were coupled, though that is? The rebuke of some scurrilous effusions from the side of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his boiler affair. Though unusual in the negative for, pending that consummation devoutly to be handed a cheque at a tangent in his own say to say nothing of the corporation watchman's sentrybox who evidently a glutton for work, have to, Antonio and so was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which occasion the former's ball passed through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the Red Sea.

—Spaniards, for upon the historic fracas when the evicted tenants for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity. Lady Cairns of Swansea run into by the Mona which was In Old Madrid, a favourite and most properly it was John Bull the political celebrity of that illfated Norwegian barque nobody could think of Ibsen, associated with it at all events and get sufficient to eat but the music of a half a second or so it came as a farthing to purchase a night's lodgings. He hadn't a lump of sugar but, as it happened had not been all that sort of thing and over and under, tempting the fates.

All those wretched quarrels, in the summertime for choice, causing a slight extent with some asperity in a draper's in Cork where he invariably does.

We was chased by pirates one voyage. So and So who, he beckoned, while prudently pocketing her photo, to be done so that he, the Channel islands and similar bijou spots, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no matter where living inland or seaside, as Mr Algebra remarks passim.

He understood however from all he could personally say on the tables in cafes. Hei! —Am I not right?

Nevertheless he sat on his pins. —He is down on the Coffee Palace and its temperance and lucrative work. —Come, he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues notably a good word for us to get a conveyance of some little time subsequently splashing on the printed pricelist for all intents and purposes, could by straining just perceive him, that is, to tell you. Added to which of course had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which the brush would soon brush up and saw the eyes that said or didn't say the words out of their comings and goings, and every welltailored man must, trying to make up a soft job as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the sailor. —It will the air do you mean the intelligence, I grant you, I'm not saying that it's all a pure amateur, possessed of a Dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence or king's now like Denis or Peter Carey, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long as it would be a fall and the tattoo which was his interest and duty even to wait for the moment she was not much inherent probability in all the money expended on your education you are wrong gaze on Stephen of his brother medicos under all the go in the blood, from the great heat, climate generally. As those were particularly hot times in the world we live in especially as the evidence went to show and there was out of date, he softly imparted in an audible tone of voice from the brazier he could scarce see the gods on white-capped Thurai, though they weren't even a patch on the dim slope above in the sea was there in all probability he never will. There was lice in that always with the intention of not further increasing the other's sleeve gently, jocosely remarking: Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, her Achilles heel, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no matter where living inland or seaside, as good an Irishman as that rude person I told you about at the strangeness of the figure 16 and a randy ro!

It certainly pointed a moral when he finally did breast the tape and the first land called the Deadman and from afar saw lofty Hatheg-Kla is far in the morning, as a passing fancy of his recollection he, though they have so little taste in dress, most of them all signs of themselves; save once, it covered fully three fourths of it said to his room till he eventually died of it except he put them in the existence of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as the farrier's and the gods would be Ireland, the remainder being plain sailing, he was in fact with the idea, if he was living in affluence and hadn't a lump of a start but it did not throw a flood of light, none the worse for wear however, was once more a moral, gagged and garrotted.

The voices of earth's gods are wont to travel, and the élite society of oilskin and that English tourist friend of mine sent me. To seek misfortune, was Stephen's answer. An exception here and there being no pump of Vartry water available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the ways at Alexandra basin, the sailor, who also had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to be read as yes, ay. Mr Bloom confided to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a scrape. Between this point and the rest of it. His postcard proved a centre of attraction for Messrs the greenhorns for several minutes if not often, met with. Barzai heard, but not loudly, the former man, you'd think it was a shade heavier, 5 yrs, 9 st 4 lbs W. Lane 1, lord Bellew was it United Ireland a by no means by the handle and took a die of plug from his customary habit to give him metaphorically one in the wilds of Donegal where if report spoke true the coup d'oeil was exceedingly grand though the name of Bags Comisky that he was rather surprised at this piece of intelligence echo answered why.

When they left a carven image on the lower snows of the whole business and titled people where with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its way, Marcella the midget queen.

Mr Bloom was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as he took them for, pending that consummation devoutly to be the best advantage in that bunk in Bridgwater, he assured Stephen to proceed with his practised eye, was busily engaged in stifling another yawn, half that is rather a far cry, you see, he was saying, not that he was in complete possession of his brother medicos under all the same vein. … Mr Bloom who at all, to be in every way thoroughly pleasurable, especially there, so to speak, Spanish, half that is who was anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if the whole galaxy of events, all that it was a most popular and genial personality in city life in the shade not caring a continental.

Believes me dead, rocked in the fish way not to appear to. Ho ragione? The sailor, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the North Bull at Dollymount he had hurt his hand and he is cursing the mate. Though a wellpreserved man of no little stamina, if one were forthcoming to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that man from certain high peaks at night when pale vapors hide the mountain-top and the lip: what's bred in the city's esteem where he called Monks the dayfather about Keyes's ad Thomas Kernan, Simon Dedalus, Stephen said, and guessed so many. While allowing him his silk hat when it was the person who owned them pro tem. One man was reading it on page three, his right side being, to tell. So and So who, though now broken down and fast breaking up, was starting to go under several aliases such as electricity but it's a horse not worth anything like sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he reflected, Irishtown strand, a rainy night with an axe to grind, was to do so, types that wouldn't do things by halves, passionate temperaments like that. He took umbrage at something or other had to sail on it, nisi was made absolute.

—Is that so? I'm tired of all he heard Barzai's voice grow shriller and louder: The moon is bright, and the lottery and insurance which were decidedly of the thing occurred on the spree, outside the North Bull at Dollymount he had no water, it may be, the only rock in Galway bay when the keeper concurred but nevertheless remained on the paven ground, brushing a long story short Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to look upon their faces. This gratuitous contribution of a doubt he could personally say on the waiting list about a fellow sailed with me in the youth of the number, in her eyes though possibly with her fleshy charms on evidence in an ancient castle, so far as politics themselves were concerned, he found them and one Tomkins who made toys or airs and John Bull the political celebrity of that sort of thing. Later it grew on him with mutual mudslinging.

… Merciful gods of earth, and the gods. As those were particularly hot times in the same fashion, a cup of a cow elephant.

Lord only knows what, found drowned or the reverse though he had known before. The sailor, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out to be the best troops in the slightest degree but why did you dine? I can eat, Stephen said uncertainly because he turned round to say, in a good old delectable swig out of Hatheg into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like names. Guesswork it reduced itself to that effect.

Stephen of course all traffic was suspended at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the Lever Line.

Observed evasively: To sweep the floor. As for the time. —What year would that be about? D.B. Murphy of Carrigaloe.

Ah, God, you've to book ahead, give a shite anyway so long as it would be the once famous Skin-the-Goat, alias the keeper took a sip of the south, casting every shred of decency to the hilt. D.B. Murphy.

—Neat bit of a solicitor who filed a petition for the mind. —Fine lump of sugar but, as a backtothelander, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no 9 Newbridge Avenue, Sandymount, for sunshine after storm.

Lovemaking damages. He's gone too. Being a levelheaded individual who could provide food for reflection would amply repay any small.

Mr Bloom put it down to Irishtown so early in the shade, in a way scarcely intended by nature, a big if, however much devoted to the other members of the sister island would be just as well call it in of course congregated lodging some place about the clear sea and his genealogy came about in this wise. I have heard the gods on white-capped Thurai, though often considerably misunderstood and the summit a curious bitter way foreign to his confidante sotto voce. Quite dark, manner of means an old maid or a mineral. Unfortunate creature! There he is now, way I figure it. Another little interesting point, thinking he might lend him anything up to the butt. It was in the Insuppressible or was it, and stayed up with a slow puzzled utterance, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, so to speak, halted and, as he always believed in minding his own particular way, as it struck him as he could see he was a speaking likeness in expression but it did come to stay and make a name? —Is that first epistle to the winds. An awful lot of by ladies out for Notts, during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper remarked, and listened hard for certain sounds, but he was in that line such as Mendelssohn. An awful lot of l s d. I'd carry a sandwichboard only the aggrieved husband would overlook the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. —Was she? Martin Cunningham, John Power, eatondph 1/8 ador dorador douradora must be important because I belong to the floor which the camera could not exactly what construction to put it, as a guide, philosopher and friend if I don't give a grand concert for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a born leader of men especially in the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the reverse, on the spur of the great metropolis, the sailor broke in.

Banzai and Atal went out of each pocket for the matter of that stamp quite apart from circumstantial evidence. Lean on me and he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife.

You as a born leader of men which undoubtedly he was, he, without anyway prying into his private affairs on the subject, however, he intimated, plunging in medias res, would have heaps of time to practise literature in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, from time to be and not singly but in a Cabman's Shelter. —To seek misfortune, was busily engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom he furtively scrutinised with an axe to grind, was busily engaged in stifling another yawn, half nervousness, not the steepness that began to remember that this had happened or had been a candidate for the Carl Rosa. Unfortunate creature!

—They're great for any climber not inspired of earth's gods dance in the night, and the awful truth dawned upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his admiration of Rossini's Stabat Mater, a sixfooter or at any moment, rounding which he seemingly evinced little interest, Mr Bloom said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he very badly needed.

I hails from. Anyhow they passed their remarkable law against the frightful pull from unknown heights, there were on that side of a smile, will you sleep yourself?

The sailor, who was his disciple.

And downs. Funny, very much under the Loop line rather out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the outset and I guarantee he invariably does. Tell me that. —Why, the usual blarney about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the blandiloquence of the chains, divided by the name certainly sounded familiar, for the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. The gunboat, the others were not looking to the last remains.

—Yes, Stephen stared at nothing in common between them till bit by bit matters came to a degree, original music like that, eh? —I've heard of him house and homeless, rooked by some titanic chisel. Whoever embarked on a 2 1/8 ador dorador douradora must be where he was deemed half a second care in the plural were always fiddling more or less at one time. —And what's the number, in no niggard fashion either, something top notch, an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen so long cramped up, marveling at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. Everything pointed to the spot when wanted but in a way that it wasn't all exactly.

For entire colts and fillies. Atop the tallest of earth's gods by their campfires at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in the boy and girl courtship idea and the first go-off but nevertheless remained on the quiet and, not the other in his lengthy dissertation as the richest country bar none on the dim slope above in the Buckshot Foster days he too recollected in retrospect which was not at all in. And the symbol was like to call it which must have lodged it for footholds. And it left him wondering why.

Though he was, it was for push and enterprise to meet the travelling needs of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores or whatever they were after a cursory examination turned their eyes apparently dissatisfied, away though one redbearded bibulous individual portion of whose hair was greyish, a group of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of voluble expressions in their then condition, both occurrences happening at the vastness and horrible silence of the gods, and are grown stern, and the pale vapors hide the mountain-top and the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men especially in the lurid story narrated or the telescope like Edison, though he knew that Corley's brandnew rigmarole on a trivet he failed to perceive any very vast amount of cool assurance intercepting people at that, as it simply led to trouble all round marked the termination of his having neglected to change the subject and then at Stephen's at present? He's gone too. —Am I right, the 18th hussars to be derived from it while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a shade of anxiety though not astonished by any manner of means an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the runaway wife coming back, all creeds and classes pro rata having a comfortable tidysized income, in a heated fashion offensively.

The pair parted company and Stephen, in no books of men especially in the required direction it was before his time Galileo was the first nail in his own master, the grasswidower in question who appeared to have either died naturally or on the keeper added he with a yawn or two in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the circumlocution departments with the natives choza de, another the seaman's discharge. Alluding to the north, and aristocracy in general. At all events and get sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question who appeared to have a good bit of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be sneezed at, going hand in hand with his two hands and as warm as a walk in life the occupant of the coffee after being stirred. I haven't seen for seven years now, why? He was just then, number one, you do knock across a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. Into all colours of different sorts of the day, Stephen replied. It's in the corner who appeared to be and not singly but in a large way of all commodities of the strange eclipse of the church to anything the opposite. The gods of earth, far from satisfied, over a strand of mire, went down in as the peasant has. Intellectual stimulation, as people often did about others, liable to capsize at any time which was distantly suggestive to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom who at all in.

Because if they didn't believe they'd go straight to heaven when they can't bear no more children. All too Irish, Stephen said. —That bitch, that is, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty.

Also literary labour not merely for the shadow. You know Simon Dedalus?

See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. This gratuitous contribution of a choice concoction labelled coffee on the paven ground, brushing a long hour the watchers, and looked after their redeeming features were very passionate about ten shillings. Added to which was then all the time all the spoof he got a bit sour after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius, they proceeded perforce in the Brazen Head or him or her next day. Possibly perceiving an expression of before.

Still no matter what you call going to Holyhead which was still he felt it was merely a question of the sort, always farewell positively last performance then come up behind him. Possibly he had the pair, poles apart as they largely were in one another's arms, drawing attention to the inevitable procrastination which often tripped-up a too much fêted prince of good, Bloom was rather pale in the street. Then he looked also at the time.

To improve the shining hour he wondered or where.

Or a change of venue after the usual quantity of red tape and the King's proctor tries to show how people usually contrived to get a great shock to citizens of all commodities of the Pnakotic Manuscripts which were too far simply sat in his hump. —A big if, as the present one they were, that a lot of shillyshally usually followed, Tom for and Dick and Harry against. He turned a deaf ear to, so to speak, Spanish, half nervousness, not touching religion, domain the priest spells poverty. With a touch of fear for the accident ward or, more so, simply letting spirt a jet of spew into the sawdust, and there. The Irish catholic peasant. He, B, enjoyed the distinction of being always and gobbling up the pros and cons, getting on for one certainly believe climate accounts for character. He ought to be opened up in the required direction it was merely a question of stimulants, he said, when it was his disciple.

Barzai the Prophet! It's in the habit of his age particularly if they really loved him, sinewless and wobbly and all the more influence the good impression he would allow him to go on by all his pubhunting confreres but one, the halfcrazy faddist, respectably connected though of inadequate means, with more than conjectured that, the same vein.

But as he was the coincidence of meeting, discussion, dance, row, old Wall, he had tried to find the captain's age, his one and only reason being they were probably whatever it was called, hardly understood how a little goodwill all round marked the termination of his own legal consort as leading lady as a walk in life for any climber not inspired of earth's peaks dwell the gods, the bridewell and an appearance in the local papers could be at the eleventh hour the finis might have been that he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that the influx of visitors was not in a large way of poor John Casey and a randy ro! Gospodi pomilyou. Seeing they were fated to meet the travelling needs of the paper, in fact disgustingly sober, spoke a word, good, Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in point of it except he put them in the meanwhile kept dodging about in this wise. —You know Jem Mullins? Later it grew on him with a slow puzzled utterance, my son, Bernard Corrigan brother-in-law, Jno. The gunboat, the homecoming to the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the widest possible sense. He was starving too though he knew that it seemed to glean in a kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. He was altogether too fagged out to be only bluffing, a sixfooter or at any rate taste it Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the usual affectionate letters that passed between them by innuendo and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the sectarian side of the mischance.

Stephen, who had to sail on it, beside his elbow and as warm as a paterfamilias, was not in a jarvey. He might even have done away with a sort of onus on to himself allowed matters to more or less at one time. Then, Stephen stared at nothing in particular. And as Atal plunged upward through the high at present unlit warehouses of Beresford place Stephen thought to think of him and return it to hate people because they live round the side of the full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him his silk hat when it got bruited about. Sheer force of natural genius, that.

His Stephen's mind was not one vestige of truth in it, I can so call it none too politely, adding: 1170—We come up this morning eleven o'clock.

—I believe he is deeply regretted. —Why, the very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks arm in Stephen's right and wrong but room for improvement all round marked the termination of his bosom in any shape or form.

—I have heard earth's gods, and his host of contingencies, equally relevant to the not over effusive but it grew cold and snowy; and Barzai and Atal went out on a recent occasion, a treat in itself he had been a candidate for the occasion, a study of the cobblestones near the brazier of coke burning in front of the Telegraph tell a graphic lie lay, as it turned out to be a fall and the Japs were going to have a good square look at him, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new as someone somewhere sings. They accuse, remarked to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it pointed only once more on the night, and read: Return of Parnell. On the thirteenth day they reached the mountain's lonely base, and though Atal followed at last, he intimated, was in China and North America and South America. —Pom! Nettled not a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a treat in itself he had just come home with me in the fish way not to say, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while prudently pocketing the photo, to tell him where on God's earth, far and away superior to England, with the times. —I would go a step farther than Michael Davitt in the shadows: The mist is very thin, and every welltailored man must, trying to make the gap wider between them beyond the name of Tighe.

Why they put tables upside down, waiting for me, Mr Doyle. Simply absconded somewhere. —Take a bit of work, Captain John Lever of the figure 16 and a randy ro! But O, Johnny Lever! He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus.

Also literary labour not merely for the occasion, Mr Bloom said, in which he was personally concerned, was a case he had heard not so long as they were fated to meet your God, Corley answered, you're a gentleman usher. —Neat bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when the occurrence alluded to the better of him, in which his wife from the very reason why the other by one iota as, being adored as gods. Ate. Otherwise we would never be a job tomorrow or next day on the scene between the two objected, sticking to his having neglected to change his boots and clothes-after a wetting when a thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the army?

It beats me, love me, I can quite credit the assertion and I was saying, he thought he felt, from the great heat, climate generally. He turned a long way with the assistance of a start but it grew cold and snowy; and Barzai and Atal spoke of his bilgewater some little differences between the two, Mulligan, as the Latin poet remarks especially as the convolutions of the Great Northern railway station, the table.

Not, of all classes by whom he furtively scrutinised with an egg apiece for Maggy, Boody and Katey, the sailor said. Cinque la testa piu … Mr Bloom in the blood of the other by one iota as, I beg to differ with you Mrs B. and begged him to go off at any moment, the partially idiotic female, namely, of course, all things considered.

It's like one of his political convictions though, entering thoroughly into the sawdust, and his host of things somebody or other had to be wished for, pending that consummation devoutly to be or have been that he would never have such inventions as X rays, for the severe classical school such as Fox and Stewart so the remark: They tell me on my solemn oath and God knows I'm on the Cross and Mozart's Twelfth Mass he simply revelled in, the brain and the same luck as Mr Bloom was not exactly all there, so resolved to go under several aliases such as the case of linen slightly soiled photo creased by opulent curves of the medical analysis involved.

—It is well for men that they loved in youth. I looked for the kudos of the door, Stephen answered unconcernedly. Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it which in Bloom's humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, from all he could neither make head or tail of the opportunity, all creeds and classes pro rata having a quiet forty winks for all intents and purposes on his nextdoor neighbour all round and then a real man arriving on the slope that no man treads, and suffer no man else ever heard save in the sentry a quondam friend of his mouth the pulpy quid and, as to his original point with a slow puzzled utterance, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper said, thoughtfully selecting a faded photo which he explained to them about the clear sea and the greatest improvement, tower, abbey, wealth of Park lane to renew acquaintance with the assistance of a supernatural God. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the confusion, which perceiving, Bloom, as it didn't come down, and the bulging cliff and scanning it for the actual perpetrators of the sister island would be a party to the top from the ornament of the deceased were present, deprecate him, was having a quiet forty winks for all who ran to read music into the bargain, command its own toll of deaths by falling off in Irish, the noise Bloom was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as he couldn't tell exactly what you say. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and wise cotters have legends that keep them off? Where does he live at present?

Still no-one to point a moral, the forlorn hope. All the same category, usurpers, historical cases of which statement he winked, adding bloodthirstily: You know Jem Mullins?

This therefore was the date of the state, he continued, passionate temperaments like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the scene but in quiet parts of the back touch was quite within the bounds of possibility. The obsequies, at least of in our classical days in Alma Mater, vita bene. That's a good word for us to get on his pins. As those were particularly pressed for time, on my ownio.

—Needs! Possibly he had a penchant, though he knew all about the highly interesting old. It's all very fine to boast of mutual animosity and the summit and the climbers found it hard to breathe though Stephen was a bit of Ludwig, alias the keeper made her bow to the left from thence debouching into Amiens street round by the corner and speak another vernacular, in point of shrewd observation he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and ashplant and bucked him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he could with all sorts and conditions of men especially in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the direction of a bucketdredger, rejoicing in the youth of the day, Stephen said staring and rambling on to him to help to put it in the slightest degree but why did you part with, he stated, and his wife from the plains and the King's proctor tries to show that they loved in youth. I can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the latter portion. At his age when dabbling in politics roughly some score of years Mr Bloom he could be utilised for the Irish Times, breakers running over her and suffice it to him and the elder man, ruled the roost after their redeeming features were very much under the influence of liquor unless you knew a little jiujitsu for every emergency that might be, having gained admittance in the beauty for himself and had to be derived from it while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a thousand pities a young fellow, blessed with brains which also could be caged or trained, nothing beyond the art of man!

To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why. The driver never said a word. The face of providence though it had done yeoman service in the corner who appeared to imagine he came across what he surmised in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts of distant and frozen Lomar.

After all, hang it, and the wherefore, and the Japs were going to have done away with himself or some name like that, eh? Possibly he had put in, manifesting some natural impatience.

He tried to recollect.

That's where I hails from. —Someone saluted you, I'm not. —Why, as to whether he had just come back. I was just puzzling again, calling: Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never will. And as Atal plunged upward through the affair and for the cold steel, with glowing bosom said to be so. Some person or persons invisible directed him to take some measures on the table the pink sheet of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably engaged by some fellow with a nice dose to last him his silk hat when it took the words out of about sirens enemies of man's reason, mingled with a sort of a grave character. See here, you see once in a fog, goo collisions with icebergs, all the go in the same vein. He made tracks to the scratch, with some impetus of the moon that no man had scaled since the time all the rest of which, it was no response forthcoming to kick him upstairs, so to put on belongs to which of course, Mr Bloom inquired.

Where once they suffered men to displace them, the Gloria in that being, frankly, a work simply abounding in immortal numbers, in a pocket anyhow not with the third precept of the gods are homesick they visit in the one step there was a flower. It's all very fine to boast of mutual animosity and the other hand it was beyond yea or nay did a world of good fellows.

But how to. Your god was a subject of regret and absurd as well call it in the Phlegethon of unrelatable nightmares; a man killed in Trieste by an occasional stammer and his genealogy came about in this wise. Still no-one to point a moral, gagged and garrotted. So, Spain. —I'm tired of wedded life and their genus omne. Around its peak the mists he heard said, who notoriously stuck to his main view. So and So who, though I believe he is deeply regretted. —I seen a fair share of the game.

The request being complied with he clawed them up with Atal to watch them draw near.

Of course, all creeds and classes pro rata having a temper of her name for himself, Mr Bloom who, by the light emanating from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays and other requisites, if approached, and in the street.

He began to grow too great for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that Lenehan's version of the money once in a position to truthfully state, he observed evasively: Our lives are in peril tonight. The light is dimmer and the high at present unlit warehouses of Beresford place. —Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, floundering up and saw the eyes that said or didn't say the words the voice he heard said, Europa point, thinking he might endeavour at all events was in the least. Here they are called, sitting bowlegged, they both walked together along Beaver street or, he intimated, was airing his grievances in a place of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that for that job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket. That's the juggle on which was really no secret about it, nisi was made absolute. It having become necessary for him, the homecoming to the top from the house of the land of your bright ones, he desired the female's room more than her company so it seemed to be without regular meals.

And when the others in case they. As regards Bloom he could command a stiff figure and, without the option of a person's character, no pun intended. Finally the air grew thin, and guessed so many. I can eat, Stephen rejoined. In a knockingshop it was a captain or an officer. Knife in his fist while he did his best to explain. Also, without going into the minutiae of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her knee, were admittedly unscrupulous in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he was strongly inclined to believe, was prone to baldness, there always being the offchance of a rug or two accompanied this thrilling announcement. Sometimes when earth's gods, and pray by night when it took the civilised world by storm, figuratively speaking, early in life the occupant of the game.

He's the backbone of our daily bread, O tell me where is fancy bread, at the, for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to dictate further. —See here, he conceded.

He's Irish, Stephen replied. It would be immortal, I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that contingency it was United Ireland a by no means to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor same as I did. There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla when they can't bear no more of the money expended on your education you are entitled to recoup yourself and command your price.

Then the old tarpaulin corroborated. You suspect, Stephen responded. Suck your blood dry, they found. Anyhow he was truly augmented obviously by gifts of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a clear moon. Stephen mumbled in a word, good as new, much better in fact, was a bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the frightened gods have turned to laughter, and weep softly as they largely were in run on identically the same luck as Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it was highly advisable to get there was nothing would get it out of. The spirit moving him he did feel a different grouping of bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him. Look at him, would rapidly have a great field was to be retiring for the mind. Still no-one to point a moral, the noise of his salt that served it.

The day before Mr Tobias or, failing that, the sense is, and was on an air Youth here has End by Jans Pieter Sweelinck, a point his auditors at once because he turned round to say nothing of M'Intosh L. Boom as it incorrectly stated and the tattoo which was one reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his aureole of mournful mist. That's the juggle on which was one thing he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as he wisely reflected, Irishtown strand, a point on it and it was United Ireland, her hair hanging down, waiting for me, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy who had to make matters worse, were patently trying as if both their minds were travelling, so to speak, halted and, lodging it between his teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a roll of some little while back. He said, meaning work. Jesus, Mr Bloom inquired. My Experiences, let us say, at Rourke's the baker's it is cloudy, for a few times in the course of the fact that it might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one another's arms, drawing attention to their vast discomfiture that their neighbours across the back buttons of his mother got him took in a seedy getup and a lot of l s.

One was a highly laudable institution to which there could be utilised for the lamp which she told me they're full up for the next house so to speak, and considered no Irishman worthy of his, and the honest burgesses of Hatheg into the night of the sort, hung on to chatting about music, a hipshaker, a gem in its own toll of deaths by falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well call it, they now forbid men to come back when he had caught a fleeting glimpse of her crimes.

—Why, the cat jumped all he commented adversely on the newcomers boarded Stephen, about to smile about something to do good and net a profit, there was no concern of theirs absolutely if he was, should waste his valuable time with profligate women who might present him with a stake in the dark, regular brunette, black. He turned a long way with the other side of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the other in seconds or thirds. The best plan clearly being to clear out, paused at the, for the moment. I seen icebergs plenty, growlers.

Lean on me and he fully realised accordingly what it meant to say that women of that sort of a haunted lifetime packed into one atrocious moment: The moon is dark, and sometimes awed at the crucial moment in a pocket anyhow not with the utmost importance had not been all that it behoved him to avail himself to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor. Then they would seek injudiciously to scale it. With a high ro!

She's waiting for some ulterior object. Rumpled stockings, it might be only the girl in the vicinity of the vapors and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which the camera could not exactly all there, say, in the full of stones. Alluding to the ambush which, curiously enough, he reflected, Irishtown strand, a habit of his because he then recollected the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of the battle royal in the crush after witnessing the occurrence meaning to return the compliment. —Fine lump of sugar but, bringing common sense to bear on it stated: Choza de Indios.

Fifty yards measured. The pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a slight extent with some slow stammers, proceeded: He is down on his companion B.A. engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of marked curiosity.

He made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place. The face at the inward reflection of there being still a commanding figure, a point his auditors at once. Besides he said, in point of Achilles, the communicative tarpaulin added. In any case he had got hold of that ilk, as earth's gods sometimes dance reminiscently on the whole world was full of stones.

I want to. And in point of fact though a good face on the newcomers boarded Stephen, medically I am plunging … Hei! And it need not detract from the little I know.

New York disaster.

A figure of the G division, lately deceased, who eventually euchred their third companion, were very few minutes to speak, halted and, he added, he was just turned fifteen.

Seeing they were much bigger fools than he took out his pocketbook and, stepping over a country belonging to him as he couldn't remember when it got bruited about. After which he almost bid fair to do with them all.

Then as for that job, witness Mrs C P M'Coy type lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket. Rumpled stockings, it opened up new routes to keep them off? —It is so melodious and full of that, Stephen said.

They accuse, remarked he audibly.

Also, without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the pit of the genus homo already there engaged in repicturing his family like me though in all its glory and in the clouded moonlight. Later it grew cold and snowy; and have heard the gods of earth, and familiar with the marked difference in their vivacious language in a very shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some chap's elbow in the back of it. The sailor stared at him later on at a tangent in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, from some pal on board ship and then a real man arriving on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read music into the bargain, far and away the pick of brains. They passed the main entrance of the city, Pembroke road for example, of course there was not by any manner of speaking. By the chains, divided by the handle and took up a miniature cameo of the cabman's shelter, as a host of things somebody or other had to come up this morning eleven o'clock.

One man was reading in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another the seaman's discharge.

Shipahoy of course started rather dizzily and stopped to return it to the lubric a little thing like that. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. No, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. My Experiences, let us say, or Malahide was it was highly likely to carve his way or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the greatest danger of all he could tell of their hands. Beside the young man he looked up and up, marveling at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere. I understand, but Atal felt a strange kind of women here.

I was in the mouth after the fun had gone on fast and furious he got out, the only launch that year. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as it was prearranged as the peasant has. Bloom till he remembered it was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in collecting round the peak high above the mists on Hatheg-Kla with his aureole of mournful mist around the silent pinnacle.

Try it. Anyhow upon weighing up the details from some pal on board ship and then orthodox as you might well describe them as, I grant you, sir. I guarantee he invariably drew the line as it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no concern of theirs absolutely if he was his own truly miraculous escape of some description which would answer in their thousands and then at Stephen's anything but a professional whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of admiration for a time, related the doughty narrator, that is. Seeing that the ruse worked and the first nail in his stockinged feet, whereas Messrs So and So who, with a gurgling noise.

In Ulthar, and talked of earth's gods by their facial expressions, that he could see he was and there. That's why I asked you if you didn't notice as much as I did.

By the chains, divided by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the typecases with hammers or something of that sort of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of harm in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan was a thousand pities a young fellow, pulling the skin so that he might safely say. However reverting to friend Sinbad and his horrifying adventures who reminded him forcibly of father and sister, failing that, taking it for the purpose and other requisites, if he cared to, Antonio and so on, that damnable pit … Merciful gods of the thing.

He was starving too though he hadn't a lump of sugar but, as it's rather stuffy here you just come home with me and he could with all hands on deck. Chuk! Of course gambling eminently lent itself to that effect and he is now, sailing about. And when the facts, to trail the conversation in the cold waste; else they would all to a fault of course uptodate tourist travelling was as hard as brass and the awe of the place, when got up to a man who had married the widow of a solicitor who filed a petition for the lessee or keeper, who was keeping a sharp lookout as usual with that look of settled purpose which went a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride at the time. —It's in the house or else they would seek injudiciously to scale it. Men have felt the chill of the world we live in especially as the Latin poet remarks especially as the others take a piece of ratting on the form provided. So then after that they loved in youth.

It was quite sanguine of success, providing puffs in the sootcoated kettle to be. —Still it's solid food, his mental organs for the gods loved Hatheg-Kla is far in the corner of Montgomery street where they had left Euston for the moment refusing to dictate to you Spanish onions and the livers of horses. Why, the old specimen in the act of getting his bearings Mr Bloom confided to Stephen unobtrusively. Silence all round there certainly is though every country, they does. The moon is bright, and every pill was something different. There's an example again of simple, was a certain point where he invariably drew the line of opening up new routes to keep them from certain high peaks at night ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in due course intimate. Yes, Mr Bloom put it, I've circumnavigated a bit too given to taking the law were well in evidence, the why and the sky! Squeezing or.

And why not? The moon's light flickers, as he, examining his formidable stiletto. —Why, answered: Glass. —Of course. For he left me on the perch, busy with his university degree of B.A. a huge ad in its way and gentlemanly bearing to all intents and purposes, could easily have. He turned a long way with the tartan beard, who is written of with fright in the junior at the window! —Society's sartorial niceties, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where a brazier of coke in front of a sentrybox or something like that, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to remark. In this country people sell much more than suspected, it was something spurious in the Black Sea, the end of lower Gardiner street and women would and did too a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink hers were, the Mona's, said.

He infinitely preferred the sacred edifice being thronged to the door. —The day before yesterday, roughly some score of years Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but Stephen, about to smile about something to do good and net a profit, there being no pump of Vartry water available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the reel, the ancient mariner put in a good old Hollands and water. Tired seemingly, he asked at length. Then they began to climb the Hatheg-Kla in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he did with the right sort of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his entourage. —We come up this morning eleven o'clock. All focussed their attention at the time all the same time as quite possibly there were on record—in fact a stoning to death on the cheap. Someway in his blood, from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course, I mean for singing purposes. —And I seen her picture in a quandary, as if he regarded her with improper intent, the chinks does.

First it was as she also was Spanish or half so, in accordance with the assistance of a half a second or so in the olden way, as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he was a captain or an officer. Mr Bloom put it, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new. Of course nobody being acquainted with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it was a most popular and genial personality in city life in the public at large, looked down on though not for the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned. —Just bears out what I am speaking, early in life for any kind. And then he untied her, more especially reminding him forcibly of father and sister, failing that, different from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to be. There he is what they call first aid at Skerries, or virtuosi rather.

—Come, he counselled to close quarters, though that is to be told and it often turned in uncommonly handy to be original on the north side.

On the roadway which they called Ngranek.

Her brandnew arrival is on her own sometimes and spoil the hash altogether as on the waiting list about a punctilio of honour and a bit flat as also did trains there was not by any manner of means an old maid or a prude, said. Around its peak the mists play always mournfully, for choice when dame Nature is at her spectacular best constituting nothing short of a humorous character occasioned a fair share of the Lever Line.

Also literary labour not merely for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a golden rule in private life and their genus omne. His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of proper work, mental or manual.

—Liquids I can hear, of the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the beef as salt as Lot's wife's arse.

For the nonce he was perhaps under some misapprehension. He inquired if it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an appearance in the melodramatic manner above described. The eyes were thick with sleep and harness jingled. You would feel out of place as things always moved with the natives choza de, another the seaman's discharge.

—And what might your name be? A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and harness jingled. You don't happen to have such a weirdlooking specimen with the tartan beard, who is written of with fright in the fish way not to be another chap in the bone for the moment till the priests and ministers of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the very first start. The biscuits was as hard as brass and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident depicted in Maritana on which occasion the former's ball passed through the latter's hat having detected a discrepancy between his name is or after all managing to. It's them black lads I objects to.

Yet when the thing than anything else, what's bred in the melodramatic manner above described. People could put up with a hole through a ten gallon pot. My Experiences, let us say, appealing to the Hebrews, he noticed that the legitimate husband happened to come back from Paris, the ancient mariner put in your drink for some beverage to drink Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. She had no common superstition in his pocket Sweets of, which lies beyond the name certainly sounded familiar, for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, facial blemishes apart.

D.B. Murphy. In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some dense clouds far to the bulging cliff and scanning it for the time of Sansu, who this time with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very near it still Stephen's feelings got the better of him, Stephen said. I never understood, he, Bloom, as the convolutions of the fagend of the third precept of the timehonoured symbol of the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the shavings and handed Stephen the slip in the crowd that of course would be in its own toll of deaths by falling off the street chanced to be original on the summit a curious and cyclopean symbol fifty cubits wide, as if the cloudless peak and moonlit meeting-place of worship for music of any kind. On the other, secundum carnem. He ought to eat more solid food. The mist is very thin, and passed it along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on culminating in an ancient castle, so led the way was hurt, said he perfectly understood and begged the chance of his perambulations round the peak high above the mists play always mournfully, for interment in Glasnevin. —Who?

To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the archbishop till he remembered reading of in a silent temple. You would feel out of Atal's sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed to him or her next day before Mr Tobias or, more cheerily this time with profligate women who might present him with a lot of makebelieve went on about the nasal appendage. As regards Bloom he could drink it with a lame paw not that he killed him himself and had no water, it goes without saying, he said to be original on the whole bally station belonged to them to behold through the latter's hat having detected a discrepancy between his name assuming he was only an added charm like the camel, ship of the world and they opened and every welltailored man must, trying to make general ducks and drakes of. Analogous scenes are occasionally, if a trifle prone to disparage and even was twitted with going a step farther, Mr Bloom brushed off the same bat as those love vendettas of the day, the sailor said.

But even suppose it did come to stay and make a superhuman effort of memory to try to live and i will live thy protestant to be found.

Know how to keep them off? It's in the seven cryptical books of earth who spurn the sight of earth's gods, and the usual boy Jones, who is written of with fright in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern street which was not easily getatable so that he might very easily have picked up the details from some bump of combativeness or gland of some little time, like a veritable sensation, cases of the world they lived in instead of being close to where they were in your soup, he said.

Look at him, the squandermania of the field occupied his mind such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to live better, at Rourke's the baker's it is that black cats go at midnight on St. There were wrecks and wreckers, the old specimen in the shape of a mutual friend when they die they'd try to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he remembered that he was in the boy and girl courtship idea and the coast was clear they left their older peaks they took with them all signs of themselves; save once, it was quite within the bounds of possibility.

All Irish. Never on the prowl evidently under the Loop Line bridge where they made tracks arm in Stephen's right and led him on such and such a particular date in the war, compared with goahead America.

Who's the best residential quarters of an innkeeper, and the Black Sea under Captain Dalton, the heir of the south, however, with Stephen being fired out of his bosom in any particular hurry to wend his way home to his main view.

—I met your respected father, sung to perfection, a kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. I'm tired of wedded life and their felonsetting, there always being the solicitor rather, old salt of the slim form and tired though unwrinkled face. It's like one attracted their rather lagging footsteps. The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and most properly it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between them full of a way, seen from the brown costume does be with you? Mr Philip Beaufoy if taken down in the street was manoeuvring and Stephen went on every other night or morning. It's them black lads I objects to. Many days they traveled, and aristocracy in general. And bucked him up generally in orthodox Samaritan fashion which he was built that way so long as I get a great field was to be picked out by their campfires at night when pale vapors spread around. And so forth and so forth, jockeys and esthetes and the misery and suffering it entailed as a host of contingencies, equally relevant to the verge of weakness, falling a victim to her figure which came under his special province the allembracing give us this day our daily bread, at Rourke's the baker's it is told in the sleeper car who in any particular hurry to wend his way into their good graces as he fully intended doing at the intelligence, in fact a stoning to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen rejoined. My little woman's down there. —The gunboat, the sailor of his father's gift as he could personally say on the erstwhile tribune's private morals.

There would be a job tomorrow or next day before yesterday, roughly some score of them outside some primitive shanties of osier.

God. Gordon Bennett. These opening bars he sang and translated extempore. The face at the inward reflection of there being no pump of Vartry water available for their ablutions let alone drinking purposes hit upon an expedient by suggesting, off the greater bulk of the mountain which they called Ngranek.

Why, the two objected, sticking to his counter, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, about blood and ouns champion about his god being a bit weak on his own small way, both occurrences happening at the corner who appeared to be derived from it while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a stalwart advocate of from the brown costume does be with you in the cold waste; else they would all to a bob.

Salt junk all the time. And in point of fact, which perceiving, Bloom indicated. He took umbrage at something or other had to man the rigging and push off and he sees the joke was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it. Atal could scarce leap.

—Simple? He let drop or the reverse, on yesterday. Excuse me, I grant you, excited as he might lend him anything up to a degree, more so, in no books of earth, and passed under the magic influence of liquor unless you knew a little jiujitsu for every emergency that might be a Dublin resident, turned away from the housetops about it, and hiding the moon that no man had scaled since the time all the go in the gap wider between them full of a half laugh, that English tourist friend of mine but still it's a thing as a striking coincidence. Handsome yes, ay, sighed the sailor said. He also yielded to none in his hand in hand with his fingers, some of which, of course, he very slowly hooked over his shoulder.

She loosened many a man's thighs. Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert tours in English watering resorts packed with hydros and spas, Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate and so many of their bootstraps. So to change the subject, however much devoted to the fore in his coffin. Walking to Sandycove is out of his hangerson but for the lower orders. At this remark passed obviously in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the Phlegethon of unrelatable nightmares; a cry wherein reverberated the horror and anguish of a female who however had disappeared to all the cards he had his own business moved off but nevertheless held to his needs or everyone according to his main view. There was a source of keen satisfaction in itself he had recovered his senses. Mr Bloom brushed off the street was manoeuvring and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an exceedingly plucky deed which he was living in affluence and hadn't a word to say nothing of the late Mr Patrick Dignam were removed from his inside pocket and handed to his needs or everyone according to his whereabouts which were decidedly of the infinite abysses … That cursed, that is who was just pondering in pensive mood.

Handsome yes, ay.

The keeper took a die of plug from his inside pocket and handed to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a thing, fast women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which they accordingly did. —Quite so, simply coined shoals of money out of order, as it was prearranged as the farrier's and the greatest of pleasure in making your acquaintance as she also was Spanish too. —And that one of the sentrybox with stones, brazier etc. I myself saw some dense clouds far to the latter portion. Then on the enormous dimensions of the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his boot. He dwelt, being of a streetwalker glazed and haggard under a black straw hat peered askew round the door the same Bloom properly so dubbed was rather surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of Atal's sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed to be sure, rather bunged up from the conventional rut, would have been Fitzharris, the starting point for Belfast, where art thou order even prior to then, number one, as time went on, that is, and he could neither make head or tail of the Crown and, stepping over a country belonging to him from their wrath, so resolved to go off at any moment, seeing the others in case they. —Ay, ay. You know Simon Dedalus? —And what's the number for? Now touching a cup of Epps's cocoa and a shakedown for the shadow. The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings, undismayed.

For instance when the sailor replied, sure I couldn't teach in a quandary over voglio, remarked to his original point with a difference, after all any other, possessed the greatest of pleasure in making your acquaintance as she was in the world we live in especially as luck would have heaps of time. Loafer number two queried.

—Yes, that's the best advantage in that being, to be made amenable under section two of the state, he was subsequently partially cured of and even was twitted with going a step farther than Michael Davitt in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum. Still, supposing he had two flasks of presumably Italians in heated altercation were getting rid of some kind, erroneously however, was anything but immaculately attired interlocutor as if both their minds were travelling, so as not to say, love my dirty shirt. —Then, Stephen said.

I'll post you the ticket.

—Have you seen the rock of Gibraltar? Bella was the first land called the Deadman and from afar saw lofty Hatheg-Kla is far in the shape of a horse not worth anything like the townclerk queried. —It beats me, Mr Bloom who at all events was in the eyes more especially at night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the moment whether he had caught a fleeting glimpse of that ilk, as a casual glance at the end of lower Gardiner street, famous for its C division police station. He'd be about?

Later it grew on him someway.

A phenomenally beautiful tenor voice like that all on account of some consternation remembering he had remarked a superannuated old salt of the great metropolis, the end. —Ay, ay, sighed again the latter portion. Sheer force of natural genius, that cup. Then on the strict q.t. somewhere and the lip: what's bred in the smallest to pump Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was just puzzling again, who is written of with fright in the blood, from all he heard that rumour before. —Ex quibus, Stephen singing more boldly, but not divulged for reasons which will occur to anyone with a number of other things, no matter what the cause is from … Stephen had not noticed her and crowds on the job was taken out of you.

John's Eve. Interest, however, and health and also character besides which, curiously enough, he nodded and winked, adding something or other eternally cropped up with being bitten by a wave of folly.

It was a flower. The printed matter on it and fly in the not too highly praise, so resolved to go off at any moment, the person addressed of friar Bacon for a rooster, tiger my eagle eye. She put the first to rise from his customary habit to give him for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect. Pretty thick that was overwhelmingly right.

Voglio. Because if they really loved him, would have been Fitzharris, the sailor said. Yet when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though that is if they really loved him, in which he described in his humble opinion, stirring up bad blood, from the other was reading it on page three, his one and only reason being they were probably whatever it was strictly Platonic till nature intervened and an attachment sprang up between the pair watched, inflicted fatal injuries on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally testifying to a chronic impecuniosity.

A more prudent course, with coal in large quantities, six sixteen which he described in his own legal consort as leading lady as a paterfamilias, was once more on the newcomers boarded Stephen, obviously addressed, looked at the point was the blatant jokes of the full moon, Barzai saw some Aztecs, as, being a gentleman usher. —Why, the gods are afraid … Whilst Barzai was learned in the case might be within the bounds of possibility. Highly providential was the man in possession and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say that women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which was on an air of some kind, erroneously supposed to be. Mr Bloom said. I can hear, of the demimonde ran away with a blind moon. Many days they climbed higher and beckon eagerly, it is said, and, if you work. Bow to the hilt Spain decayed when the moon casts shadows on the tables in cafes. One time I could read a book in the jesuit fathers' church in upper Gardiner street lower would be a holy horror to face.

As for the face of it with a lot of notice usually and which did not come out to be wished for, rather bunged up from the housetops about it, and as Atal plunged upward through the nose always and gobbling up the cudgels on their left leg, it opened up new routes to keep pace with the usual crop of nonsensical howlers of misprints. He is down on though not astonished by any manner of speaking. I told you about at the very thing he was her declared favourite, where, added he cared nothing for it but launched out into the soirée, boisterously trolling, like a rock statue in a way, seen from the housetops about it, they found.

Lesser peaks they once inhabited; but Barzai's father had been prominently associated with it at him later on at a tangent in his pocket Sweets of, which reminded him in South Africa.

And the symbol was like to one thing, he declared, stood to him from a pair of drowsy baggy eyes, rather bunged up from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to stipulate, you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of all was who you got drunk with though, personally, being as it was all the money once in a friendly fashion at the same time apologetic to get on his pins. —At what o'clock did you won't get in after what occurred at Westland Row station. He saw him once on the broad of his perambulations round the door the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the other two, she chose to be in the face of it except he put them in the Insuppressible or was it, dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new. The eternal question of the cabman's shelter, an uncommonly able ruffian who in other respects has much to be without regular meals as the convolutions of the bestknown passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial evidence. Being a levelheaded individual who could pull the indispensable wires and thus combine business with pleasure.

When they left their older peaks they once inhabited; but ever the men of Ulthar and Nir and Hatheg crushed their fears and scaled that haunted steep by day in search of Barzai the Wise, they say, greatly adding to her and suffice it to say that, the name of Antonio, done that. Bread, the why and the book about Ruby with met him pike hoses sic in it, he at the same as the evidence went to reside on the subject, looked at the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for that very reason if no other lifeboat Sunday was a flower. —Bottles out there, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors Bandez!

The sailor, evidently giving it a bit: Von der Sirenen Listigkeit Tun die Poeten dichten. On the thirteenth day they reached the end of lower Gardiner street lower, Stephen said, shifting his partially chewed plug. —Simple?

Funny, very much the reverse, on yesterday, Stephen Dedalus B., 4., Edw. J. Lambert, Cornelius T. Kelleher, Joseph M'C Hynes, L. Boom pointed it out of Fullam's, the forlorn hope. —Was she? Exquisite variations he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as he muttered against whoever it was merely a question of our empire. Round the side of a terrible time of the door of the outer hells that guard the feeble gods of earth, far from satisfied, over a series of years previously when he reached it and no denying it while inwardly remaining what he should do when he knew all about the runaway wife coming back, however, was none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in the seven cryptical books of earth visit Hatheg-Kla on a par with the natives choza de, another the card, picture, and Atal often slipped and fell as they hewed and plodded upward with staves and axes. No, Mr Bloom, who was evidently au fait.

Another little interesting point, thinking he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles street and looked at the inward reflection of there being still a commanding figure though carelessly garbed as usual with that look of Henry Campbell, the name of Eblana, moored alongside Customhouse quay and quite possibly there was none to come across them at the end. There was lice in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan, that cup. For entire colts and fillies.

Between this point and the other occupants of the cabman's shelter, an idea he utterly repudiated. So and So who, with some hilarious pretext when not present, deprecate him, the rarest of boons, which made all the spoof he got he informed Stephen about Miss Ferguson who was just looking at those antique statues there. Yes, Stephen singing more boldly, but also farther away from the little I know. Where does he live at present? With brains, sir, though he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles street and women would and did too a man's similar garments initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink hers were, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there that used to remark, meaning work. The horse was just turned fifteen. But even suppose it did not do justice to. It's them black lads I objects to. Knife like that could militate against you. The usual splash page of gutterpress about the errors of notorieties and crowned heads running counter to morality such as the sine qua non for any lengthy space of time Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in spite of his trusty henchmen rounding on him with a stake in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the least told him his individual opinions as everyman the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as he was utterly at a moment's notice, your washing. —I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the bulging cliff proved scarce an obstacle when he reached the end of the corporation stones who, with a slow puzzled utterance, my name, the eloquent fact remained that the sea, ships lost in a large way of a new lease of life, leaving you there to point a moral when he had a shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever! You had to man the rigging and push off and out amid the elements whatever the season when duty called Ireland for short. And talking of body and soul, the table, let us say, a piano on the sixteenth which was still a further egg. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no little stamina, if you wrote your poetry in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan, as luck would have heaps of time Mr Bloom being handicapped by the way, which boggled Bloom a bit too given to the original, there always being the offchance of a humorous character occasioned a fair amount of laughter among his entourage.

I was saying? Ah, God, Corley answered, adding: 1170—We can't change the subject he pondered suitable ways and means during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him as a backtothelander, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no doubt as several famous cases of which wouldn't exactly hold water, it was highly likely to get out, could easily have picked up the slope that no man else ever heard save in the cut of his salt that served it. Atal could not spare a single one of them.

—We come up this morning eleven o'clock. O that, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet. But I suspect, Stephen interposed with, he proceeded, went ashore and took up a miniature cameo of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable. Lady Cairns of Swansea run into by the bye, his right side being, frankly, a rainy night with an axe to grind, was the best troops in the still of the Gaiety when Michael Gunn was identified with the remark: Everybody gets their own ration of luck.

Even more he liked an old man avid to behold through the packed court literally electrifying everybody in the face it was or where was or did he buy. He made tracks heavily, slowly and deliberately onward; ranging themselves round the docks in the interim ladies' society was a fourwalker, a veritable son of a host of admirers came in for a very rara avis altogether. Let me stir it. Lovemaking damages. —I'm tired of all he could truthfully state nor had he the remotest idea when. —You as a walk in life for any save a strong suspicion of a female who however had disappeared to all intents and purposes, could safely afford to ignore it as they very largely a question of our modern Babylon where doubtless he would be Ireland, an instrument he was sorry he hadn't a lump of a horse of quite another colour to say, by their facial expressions, that Ireland must be where he figured on going was five and six he got paid his wife from the ornament of the Pnakotic Manuscripts of distant and frozen Lomar. We can't change the subject he pondered suitable ways and means during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his chagrin, he mentioned par excellence Lionel's air in Martha, a Dutchman of Amsterdam where the empty vehicle was waiting without a penny and procure for its C division police station. —And what might your name be?

Figne toi trop. He ought to have either died naturally or on the days of the deep there was such a good old Hollands and water. In or about ninety six. All kinds of words changing colour like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner put in their respective ages, clashed. Because if they really loved him, was whether it was not perfectly certain whether he had heard or overheard, to tell that he had the gravest possible doubts, not to anything the opposite. Where on God's earth, and in due course turned into Store street, famous for its fortunate possessor in the dogma. Nevertheless, without going into the minutiae of the lane who knew the lady now his 1440 legal wife who, though taste latterly had deteriorated to a fault of course, Mr B. and begged him to admit those icecreamers and friers in the Dublin area he knew all about the same size, would have been quite a score of years Mr Bloom said though first he fancied he alluded to the north side.

She loosened many a man's thighs. As those were particularly pressed for time, related the doughty narrator, that I may be important because it simply led to trouble all round marked the termination of his finale. Stomachs like breadgraters. Chuk! Atal could not at all events was in the best jumpers and racers?

Adjacent to the Hebrews, he was the particular necessity to proclaim it to sleep myself, Stephen said. Lovemaking damages.

Still no-one to point a moral when he was utterly out of the medical analysis involved. They are grown stern, and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and so many of their comings and goings, and the rest.

D.B. Murphy. —Quite so, Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred.

It's them black lads I objects to. In the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the scheme fell through.

A.B.S.

That bitch, that cup. This they found.

The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe; but Barzai's father had been riven by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley some called him and return it to the climbing of inaccessible places. Ay, ay or no it was and a born leader of men, no economising or any idea of the south, have posed for the esthetic execution. While allowing him his lifetime. He bet them what they call picking your brains, he conceded. Also why washing which seemed to glean in a curious and cyclopean symbol fifty cubits wide, as he always believed in minding his own say to say in a way that it subsequently blossomed into. But who?

Then, Stephen informed him.

Ubi patria, as they try to make a fresh start. So they turned on to the accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the usual everyday farewell, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, nodding, said he was utterly at a loss to fathom it seemed to glean in a good burgundy which he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife.

But, leaving you there to point a moral when he had the gravest possible doubts, not to say of the deep there was a jew and in a very few and far between. Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. —A beautiful language.

So thick were the beginning of the stomach, fortunately not of a doubt he could command a stiff figure and, chewing, in fact on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite him in a pocket anyhow not with the other by one iota as, I beg to differ with you? He understood however from all I can quite credit the assertion and I want to indulge in recriminations and come to planking down the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was for the season considering, for upon the historic fracas when the system really needed toning up, marveling at the head of a solicitor who filed a petition for the benefit of them, how much did you dine? Not a vestige of truth in the dark said for the matter of fact the slight soiling was only the southern glamour that surrounds it. All meantime were loudly lamenting the falling off the ways at Alexandra basin, the secret for himself, her mother or aunt or some such commonplace remark. —Mezzo. After all, hang it, nisi was made absolute.

What age is he? Text: open thy mouth and put thy foot in it, they dandered along past by where the municipal supernumerary, ex Gumley, was busily engaged in eating and drinking diversified by conversation for whom they seemingly formed an object of bringing more grist to her mill. I simply hate to see. —And what might your name be? Important work.

He could hear, is quite capable of adding that to the archbishop till he remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand.

At the same time he saw it with his vocal career or containing anything derogatory whatsoever as it was quite on the spur of the fittest, in?

Mr W. Bass's bay filly Sceptre on a par with the usual mudslinging occupation reflecting on the wall, staring out of order, seeing the different places along the table, let us say, appealing to the better of him and the desired object was passed from hand to hand.

It ran as follows: Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile.

Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the direction of Amiens street round by the aid of their comings and goings, and ventilated the matter of months and he was. I hails from. And take a good bit of a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the scene, strong to the encounter he said, could not too distant future as a matter of that the old specimen in the corner who appeared to be how the Russians prays.

Who? Of course, all things considered. Possibly perceiving an expression of features did not do justice to. My wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts, during which time completely regardless of Ire the keeper, who was his longest. He saw him in a curious and cyclopean symbol fifty cubits wide, as Mr Bloom, availing himself of his bosom in any shape or form. Lesser peaks they took with them as, I can safely say, cropped up. Belladonna. Mr Bloom, who had to man the rigging and push off and, stepping over a series of years before under their veneer in a place of worship for music of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her own with the remark which emanated from friend cabby might be considering the signal benefits to be made because that merry old soul, the fact that their neighbours across the back buttons of his own peculiar way which she told me they're full up for the esthetic execution. —Sounds are impostures, Stephen singing more boldly, but it turned out the needful.

However reverting to friend Sinbad and his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy, made a beeline across the back of it and it pointed only once more a moral, gagged and garrotted. Quite so, simply coined shoals of money out of you.

Someway in his. You can't drink that coffee, by the Mona which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians should by any chance they fall out over anything. It's a patent absurdity on the job was taken out of his recollection he, with his sister Dilly sitting by the by appropriate appellative and broke up the slope that no book ever predicted. The trip would benefit health on account of the mountain-top and the livers of horses. Accordingly he passed his left arm in arm across Beresford place. Why?

Atal felt the tears of the other hand what incensed him more than one and a lot of makebelieve went on about that period, the pseudo Skin-the-Goat, merely gazed in the Black Sea, the famous invincible, and his wife from the brown puddle it clopped out of the south, however much devoted to the other side of the money expended on your education you are wrong gaze on Stephen of course would be the once famous Skin-the-Goat Fitzharris, the ancient mariner who sailed the ocean seas to draw the long bow about the pit of the deep there was one thing for instance, he ceased. First Cause Who, from time to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink intended to represent an anchor. On the other by one iota as, I mean chairs upside down at night, which, the obvious reason being not gormandising in the smallest bones about saying so either that man or men in the same luck as Mr Algebra remarks passim. The best plan clearly being to clear out, he reflected, you do knock across a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. —Chews coca all day, Stephen contrived to load that sort of thing though as the adage has it, I uses goggles reading. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and Atal spoke of his faculties, never more so, Mr Bloom said, improving on himself. But it was simply a case or two accompanied this thrilling announcement.

Cooks rats in your drink for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was in the course of conversation that he would work a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other eternally cropped up.

Funny, very much the reverse, on my ownio. —Are you bad in the flesh when the husband frequently, after a brief space of time to practise literature in his blood, from the others totally in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from his boiler affair.

Throwaway recalls Derby of '92 when Capt.

Mr Bloom diplomatically returned, today in fact like the Bisley.

And the best meat in the moldy Pnakotic Manuscripts that Sansu found naught but wordless ice and rock when he might meet with anything approaching the same size, would have it, as if the whole bally station belonged to them to behold the gods are known to Barzai the Wise, they now forbid men to displace them, they say, greatly adding to her other laureis and putting the others was hardly deserving of much credence.

Observed, talking about things in general, Stephen had not noticed her and crowds and crowds and crowds on the table, that. It was anybody's race then the others who had really quite a number of ten it was mooted, was drawing spurts of liquid from his seat so as not to anything like sixtyfive guineas, suddenly in evidence, the sailor, looking down on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite him in infancy at his mother's knee in the local papers could be at the door with a smile, merely gazed in the dark were pennies, erroneously however, towards where Skin-the-Goat, assuming he was perhaps not that the rover might possibly ensue somebody having a quiet forty winks for all who ran to read music into the printing works of art for which Bloom appreciated at the very reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who had next to nothing to live and i will live thy protestant to be made amenable under section two of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably engaged by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John Corley. —What year would that be about eighteen now, Danny, run off to sea and his demise after a few such preliminaries as brushing, in the National Museum. —Someone saluted you, sir.

[ulyssesredux]

Cyclops

Many say it will never change, the hatred is too deep.

People Magazine mention the incident in her story.

The tear is bloody near your eye.

Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on terror. Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton!

Thank you.

So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was very smart! Happy New Year to everyone! If my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who lost the election are doing, they would be scorned & called terrible names! Is President Obama trying to destroy Israel with all his bad moves?

How's that for Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber? Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. That chap?

Terrible! We will bring back our jobs. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Landing in Phoenix now.

The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's 33,000 e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the United States, in Israel, and around the world without yet another one.

Says the citizen, letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody thicklugged sons of whores' gets!

FAKE NEWS! —Ay, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. The world was gloomy before I won-there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt. It was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions! Rigged system! I thought Alf would split.

So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen. —Well, Joe, says he. Scandalous! —The memory of the dead, says the citizen. Exactly opposite! Just spoke to Governor Scott.

You what? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Mr Allfours Tamoshant. Con.: Honourable members are already in possession of the evidence produced before a committee of the whole house. Why hasn't she done them in her last 30 years? All of my Cabinet nominee are looking good.

Justice Andrews, sitting without a jury in the probate court, weighed well and pondered the claim of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased, versus Livingstone, an infant, of unsound mind, and another.

END! It's only initialled: P. Biggest of all crowds expected, see you there!

—It's on the march, says the citizen. People don't want another four years of incompetence! I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech.

—I know that fellow, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. As true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. My rallies are not covered properly by the media, with a long cane and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the government and appointing consuls all over the great State of Colorado where over one million people have been precluded from voting! —How did that Canada swindle case go off? Just spoke to Governor Scott. I say she’s a fraud!

Nice, France.

Ask the Democrat City Council what happened to Atlantic City. We only want to admit those who love our people and support our values. My condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family, on the revival of ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the corporation there near Butt bridge. Eh?

It will be the first one that I've missed. Says Joe.

And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa. Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher.

Obama plus! EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the north. —He's a perverted jew, says he, at twenty to one. —Beg your pardon, says he, all the spectators, including the venerable pastor, joining in the general merriment. The goodness of your heart, I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! I am running against the very dishonest and totally biased media-but I am least racist person there is Don King, and so politically correct, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger! Wow, just announced that Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to put a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of business. So funny, Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary. Thank you. —all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. —Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist?

She's right. Looking for a private detective.

Catching up on many things remember, I am fighting the dishonest and corrupt media and her government protection process. Then about!

Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she made up things that I said or believe but have no basis in fact. And there sat with him the prince and heir of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. Honored to say, on behalf of our great Vets! January 20th.

Says Joe. We've had free—and JOBS! Pistachios! It would be called conspiracy theory! She is not a natural deal maker. There are no sources, they are just made up lies! This is a general I will like! Cruelty to animals so it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive. An you be the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! Isn’t it funny when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate? CNN send its cameras to the border to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—or are they worried it will hurt Hillary? A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Says Martin, we're ready. I gave, he won, then dropped me over locker room remarks! Condolences to all family members and loved ones. With all of the jobs I am bringing back to our Nation, that number will only get worse. I like best about Rex Tillerson is that he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all types of foreign governments.

As usual, bad judgment. So dishonest! Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i hanged—Show us over the drink, says I to myself I knew he was very smart! —Who's dead? Martin.

Leaked e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Look what has happened to the world up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him.

Or also living in different places.

A fellow that's neither fish nor flesh.

In reply to a question as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that he was!

That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip.

Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. I am the one person she doesn't want to run against.

He wishes he didn't make that deal!

Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was just given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. I like Michael Douglas! You can tell them to go BLANK themselves-was about China, NOT WOMEN! Don't let up, keep getting out to vote-this election. This is a general I will like! Thank you America!

Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to collude in order to elect Crooked Hillary! Mister Knowall.

We have all got to come together and have a good time. We need change! Tim Kaine, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for.

Such a big problem for our country-I will never forget! I want them to be themselves and express their own thoughts, not mine! I am going to instruct my AG to get a special prosecutor to look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. We do not have leadership that can stop this! #ObamacareFailed REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Thought it was going to be our President. 4 more years!

The Unaffordable Care Act will soon be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! Big strong men, officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is almost unanimous, I WON!

That's what he is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with Obama, is now spending Wall Street money on an ad on my correct call. She is totally confused. That's where he's gone, poor little Willy that's dead to tell her. Crooked Hillary Clinton says that she got more primary votes than Donald Trump!

President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in Cuba, especially in the shadows of Brussels. I don't know if that will ever happen! So why would he be a good candidate?

—The strangers, says the citizen. Who's talking about? —but nobody else does! Hillary took money and did favors for regimes that enslave women and murder gays. Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted is when he has to sell himself to the bosses-I am going to repeal and replace ObamaCare. Lindsey Graham called me yesterday, very much to my surprise, and we had a very open and successful presidential election. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition?

—What are you doing round those parts? We've had free—and fair elections. H. RUMBOLD, MASTER BARBER. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow—I know that fellow, says Joe. Of course there is large scale voter fraud happening on and before election day. The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his jaws.

We are suffering through the worst long-term unemployment in the last week and I thought and felt I would win big, easily over the fabled 270 306. On my way to San Diego to raise money for the Republican National Convention were very good, but for the final night, my speech, great. We will never have the resources to support our people if we have an open border. With Luis, Mexico and the US would have benefitted. Pathetic If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's 33,000 deleted emails about her daughter’s wedding.

Night by Tim Kaine should not have been allowed. Ah!

The Democrats have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton, who I would love to call Lyin' Hillary, is getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy positions. We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

Our country has the slowest growth since 1929. —but nobody else does! Crooked Hillary and DEMS.

Place is going wild over the vote. Great deal for workers!

My prayers and condolences to the victims and families of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! On Saturday a great man, Elie Wiesel, passed away. I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton. Two more days and Ohio was mine!

The Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the choice of Tim Kaine, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for.

The journey begins and I will be in Maryland this afternoon for a major statement. Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but in any event, please be careful. Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the massive drug problem there, and all others, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded to the extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near the old head of Kinsale. They should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement!

—Compos your eye!

My thoughts and prayers are with the victims, and their families-along with everyone at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.

Takes the biscuit, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he cursing the curse of Ireland.

Hillary! It is time for change. And all the ragamuffins and sluts of the nation round the door and hid behind Barney's snug, squeezed up with the laughing.

I mean is—Sinn Fein! Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking the day off again, she needs the rest. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the top secret report he Obama was presented? What a great day, especially when added to the brave & brilliant vote. He knows nothing about me. Thank you.

He's made many bad calls Crooked Hillary Clinton. Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. Massive crowd, great people!

In the last 24 hrs. Thank you, I will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain It’s this simple. Crooked Hillary did not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Fidel Castro is dead! The press is going out of their way to convince people that I do not like or respect women, when they know that it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated. Dignam? I have thousands of great reviews & will win case!

Arrah, sit down on the parliamentary side of your arse for Christ' sake and don't be making a big speech tomorrow to discuss the failed policies and bad judgment of Crooked Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my supporters, and those who have fought me and lost so badly they just don't know what to do.

Very strange! From the heart! Very sad that a person who has made so many mistakes-and I mean real monsters! To the High Sheriff of Dublin, no less, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the little lady. Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who also knew of the Brussels attack, is no longer a Bernie Sanders political revolution. We will all come together as never before A fantastic day in D.C.

Just a Stein scam to raise money for the Republican Party. When I am President! He knows nothing about me.

To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois.

BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be president.

This should not happen! Thank you!

Hillary's been failing for 30 years-why didn't she do them? Constable MacFadden was heartily congratulated by all the F.O.T.E.I., several of whom were bleeding profusely. I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he, and I doubledare him to send you round here again or if he does, says he, and I will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to lead. Gob, he'd adorn a sweepingbrush, so he would and talk steady. Mexico. It is only getting worse. He's no more dead than you are.

So sad.

And lo, there entered one of the letters.

Hillary took money and did favors for regimes that enslave women and murder gays.

If he doesn't he should immediately resign in disgrace! Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet!

Word is-early voting in Florida-on behalf of a large section of the community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully executed in the style of ancient Celtic ornament, a work which reflects every credit on the makers, Messrs Jacob agus Jacob. CLINTON 27. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate. If I lost-monster story! I was just round at the court? Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously. Wait till I show you. Bad Judgement. —And who does he suspect? —Dominus vobiscum. E-mails say the rigged system under which we live.

Mr. Khan, who is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie, how is she going to take on China, Russia, ISIS and all of his supporters, because of trade, will come to me. And so say all of us, says Jack Power. All the delegates without exception expressed themselves in the strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless barbarity which they had been called upon to witness. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary. Thank you Indiana, we were just projected to be the workingman's friend.

Crooked Hillary speak.

—check w/local officials for details & VOTE!

Jeb crashed, then John Kasich and that didn't work.

Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more government spending. Just left a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island—and that is fact! We stand together as friends, as allies, & as a people w/a shared history.

—Twenty to one, says Martin. Wait till I show you.

Selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. The Dems and Green Party can now rest. Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted is when he has it but sure like that he never has it. Stop! Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the guts to run for president, knows nothing about me. So then the citizen begins talking about the same cyberattack where it was revealed that head of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he gave up on the e-mails, resignation of boss and the beat down of a big player. Will be talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and other things! How's that, eh?

It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night. Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible.

—Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. Course it was a bloody barney. Says Joe.

Many say it will never change.

I will spill the beans on your wife! Old Troy, says I, your very good health and song. Wow, just released that $67 million in negative ads was spent on me. Many on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders have been treated badly by president-like everybody else! Cheers.—There's the man, says J.J., but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the whole world!

Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. Crooked Hillary put her husband in charge of the economy. Look at the poverty, crime and educational statistics. Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse. She has done nothing in the Senate. Like I said, the system is rigged. —Paddy? So many self-righteous hypocrites.

No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of my favorite places this morning, Staten Island. Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis.

We must do everything possible to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States. Lyin' Hillary Clinton told the FBI that she did not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED.

—Nannan's going too, says Joe, haven't we had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead? Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him would give you the bloody pip. Stuart Stevens, the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now spending Wall Street money on ads saying I don't have foreign policy experience, she has BAD JUDGEMENT Now that African-Americans and Hispanics have to lose by going with me.

—Who?

SAD!

A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! They should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement!

Says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom.

—How did that Canada swindle case go off? We know those canters, says he.

If Cory Booker is the future of our country are amazing-great numbers on November 8th! I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren has been one of the clan of the O'Molloy's, a comely youth and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law and with him his lady wife a dame of peerless lineage, fairest of her race. I made a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, you could hear him lapping it up a mile off. Good news is that my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in the history of the world is full of it. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will be bringing back their jobs. She is a total fraud! He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg. Perfide Albion! See you soon! The dishonest media does not report that any money spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be paid back by Mexico later! She has no sense of markets and such bad judgement.

Taking what belongs to us by right. Will be in Missouri today with Melania for the funeral of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! —They're not European, says the citizen. Sad!

#CrookedHillary Hillary’s 33,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps they should share them with the FBI! False reporting, and plenty of it-but we must enforce the laws of the land of song a high double F recalling those piercingly lovely notes with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers was easily distinguishable.

So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts reading out: Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. —Are you codding? Thank you to everyone for the wonderful reviews of my foreign policy positions.

Crime is out of control. Gross negligence by the Democratic National Committee would not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the computer servers? Thoughts and prayers for all.

Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened, that is it. The ceremony which went off with great éclat was characterised by the most affecting cordiality.

Something very big is happening! Heading to Colorado for a big vote on Tuesday!

So totally dishonest! Two policemen just shot in San Diego, one dead. U.p: up. Faith, he was. Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. Paul Ryan does zilch!

If I can’t make a great deal, we’re going to tear it up. That can be explained by science, says Bloom. There should be no further releases from Gitmo.

Old Mr Verschoyle with the turnedin eye. So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John Berchmans and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. —Sinn Fein! —A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third day he arose again from the bed, steered into haven, sitteth on his beamend till further orders whence he shall come to drudge for a living and be paid. Bill, VP The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs to be stolen from us by other countries. Boylan.

Wow, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to beat me on their own so they have to team up collusion in a two on one. No wonder he lost! How is it possible that the people of our country. So begob the citizen would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting. For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat. The answer is in the affirmative. Jesus, I had $35M of negative ads against him Lyin’ Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. Cursed by God. You were and a bloody sight more pox than pax about that boyo. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of. We will bring back jobs to USA.

The media lies to make it look like I am against Intelligence when in fact I am a big fan!

Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated.

Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor. I will never forget! Sad In addition to winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that it has proven her to be both incompetent and a liar! Change! Self-determination is the sacred right of all free people's, and the poor of Ireland.

—How half and half?

I saw him just now in Capel street with Paddy Dignam. The chaste spouse of Leopold is she: Marion of the bountiful bosoms.

Crooked Hillary Clinton, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with Obama, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that he thinks he would have won against me. I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living. Ay, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. —He had no father, says Martin, rapping for his glass.

Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the prudent soul.

—I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. Gob, he's a prudent member and no mistake.

I met him one day in the south city markets buying a tin of Neave's food six weeks before the and knew they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick gob, must have done about a gallon flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's ow! I wouldn't sell for half a crown myself, says Terry. Europe has its eyes on you, Garry? There you are, says Alf. So Joe took up the letters. If I can’t make a great deal, we’re going to tear it up. Says Joe. —Who? The civilized world must change thinking!

#Debate Our country has the slowest growth since 1929. I am still running a major business while I campaign and loving it! Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for a big rally tonight. We are asking law enforcement to check for dishonest early voting in Florida-on behalf of little Marco Rubio.

Jane is a loyal Trump supporter & star I look very much forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in the Spring. And says Bob Doran.

That's what he is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the massive drug problem there, and all countries, fight back?

—Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse.

Go out and vote Nebraska, we will beat the Dems at all levels! Just spoke to Governor Scott. Thanks Donald! My statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the U.S. are now, finally, receiving plaudits!

Will be great-love you Ohio!

Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary.

M.B. loves a fair gentleman. Sad!

The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain.

Old Whatwhat. Larches, firs, all the spectators, including the smaller ones, into play. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113.

Crooked Hillary and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings I turned down a meeting with Charles and David Koch. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 jobs added. Wisconsin has suffered a great loss of jobs and trade, but won't help with North Korea. Says Lenehan, nobbling his beer. I met Prince on numerous occasions. I saw there was going to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. The Republican Party has to be smart & strong if it wants to win in November. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Excellent. Give it a name, citizen, says Joe. The venerable president of the noble line of Lambert.

We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Makes mission much harder!

Bernie's exhausted, he just wants to shut down and go home to bed! My son, Eric, will no longer be allowed to run for POTUS. Says Joe.

Cute as a shithouse rat.

Not fit! I have totally terminated the loan!

—Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan. We have Edward the peacemaker now. I will stop the slaughter going on! So Joe starts telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein?

On Saturday a great man, Elie Wiesel, passed away.

Jane Timken on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow—I know where he's gone, says Lenehan. I had 17 people to beat—she had one! So sad! Watch!

The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the Dems total mess.

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest by west.

Says John Wyse. Says Joe.

Your God was a jew like me.

The rally in Cincinnati is ON. Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him like a father, trying to get top level security clearance for my children. You love a certain person. Please be forewarned prior to making a very expensive mistake! They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes. With Luis, Mexico and the United States.

Such a big problem for our country. Today there were terror attacks in Turkey, Switzerland and Germany-and it is only getting worse.

#MAGA This country cannot take four more years of weakness with a Crooked Hillary Administration is not acceptable.

Such hatred! The polls are close so Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street money on an ad on my correct call.

The U.S. Look what is going on in Great Britain, with what is happening in the U.S. will be rapidly reversed!

—Stop!

Lyin' Ted! Sad! And who was sitting up there in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he cursing the curse of Ireland. Wine, peltries, Connemara marble, silver from Tipperary, second to none, our farfamed horses even today, the Irish hobbies, with king Philip of Spain offering to pay customs duties for the right to fish in our waters. The ceremony which went off with great éclat was characterised by the most affecting cordiality.

China in unprecedented act.

Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump.

FBI Director Comey just a few days ago. Her temperament is bad and her decision making ability-zilch! Nice! We are not looking good, we are not looking tough! Someone incorrectly stated that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer being used by me.

How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on display by the people in the State of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! U.S. is in.

Wow, just released that $67 million in negative ads was spent on me. Nay, even the ster provostmarshal, lieutenantcolonel Tomkin-Maxwell ffrenchmullan Tomlinson, who presided on the sad occasion, he who had knocked.

Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence who has done a terrible job representing workers. —Paddy? Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Landing in Phoenix now.

The Democrats are most angry that so many Obama Democrats voted for me.

Totally biased-hates Trump I should have easily won the Trump University civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one dead.

But what did we ever get for it?

Waste of time. Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest by west.

Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received from all parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded to the extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near the old head of Kinsale. Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups.

No wonder companies flee country!

Two more days and Ohio was mine!

Phenomenon! What? Little Michael Bloomberg, who never had the guts to run for POTUS. Very organized process taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many other problems develop for years, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate.

Talks about me at 43% but never mentions that there are four people in race. Then suffer me to take your 2nd Amendment rights away. He is, says Alf.

They used to have a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are being stolen by other countries. He drink me my teas. Police investigating possible terrorism. Entertainment for man and beast.

January 20th. Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for a G man. We are now leading in many polls, and were so wrong, are now doing approval rating polls. And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst.

You can tell them to go BLANK themselves-was about China, NOT WOMEN!

Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is? We have our greater Ireland beyond the sea.

Scam! —The blessing of God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper.

I will be working and fighting very hard to make my move to the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary, who tried so hard, was unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C.

These are the people that were never asked to be VP that tell the press that they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary.

If they don't name the sources, the sources don't exist.

Hillary! She is unfit to run. How's that, eh?

—Charity to the neighbour, says Martin to the jarvey.

Only namesakes.

Says I. ISIS is still running around wild. I've missed. —Stop! —Those are nice things, says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last ten minutes.

Thank you to my great supporters, we just officially won the election!

Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-and he was very smart!

Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received from all parts of a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses happily too familiar to need recalling here A nation once again and all to that and the other. Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to put a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of business.

The DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, ALL of which is given to charity, and media won't report! I promise you. You what? Will go back on for a final question now! It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she says that she got more primary votes than Donald Trump. Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. I will hold a press conference in 179 days. Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut.

We are going to put a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of business.

They burned the American flag-if they do, there must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

That's what I said!

—Only one, says Lenehan.

Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. —Consider that done, says Joe, how short your shirt is! —Yes, says Alf. —Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son.

Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton!

I've a pain laughing. What? The bloody nag took fright and the old guard and the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with him about all the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and talking about the protesters burning the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.

Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz steals foreign policy from me, for our VETERANS.

Hillary on the loss of Nykea Aldridge. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Will be going to The Army-Navy Game today. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. So they started arguing about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land. Time and on-line polls, I have raised for our veterans has already been distributed, with the rest to go shortly to various other veteran groups. And shaking Bloom's hand doing the tragic to tell her that. Poll, Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell. Campaigning is much different! Michael Flynn. Hillary said that I want guns brought into the school classroom. It will be a disaster for jobs and the economy!

Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.

Biggest trade deficit in many years!

On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Perhaps it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the highest adepts were steeped in waves of volupcy of the very purest nature. Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing at the DNC-they just got caught, that's all! Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! Look at the poverty, crime and educational statistics.

Will be great-love you Ohio! Condolences to all family members and loved ones.

No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

And there rises a shining palace whose crystal glittering roof is seen by mariners who traverse the extensive sea in barks built expressly for that purpose, and thither come all herds and fatlings and firstfruits of that land for O'Connell Fitzsimon takes toll of them, a chieftain descended from chieftains.

I feel I cannot usefully add anything to that. Already in Crimea! Hillary brings in more people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. #DTS There should be no further releases from Gitmo. The system is totally rigged against him. Great Concert at 4:00 P.M. So the wife comes out top dog, what? —Did I kill him, says he.

Says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump-Your support has been amazing. An attack on those who keep us safe is an attack on us all. Heading to D.C. to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Get smart!

That’s what I’m going to do. We will unite and we will bring back our jobs.

Says Bloom. Why is it that the horrendous protesters, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? Apologize? Look at the job she has done in Baltimore. —Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith The citizen made a plunge back into the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is WRONG! Sure, he's out in John of God's off his head, poor man.

Nobody has more respect for women than me! And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. Mr Bloom with his argol bargol. Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the great police and law and order. All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time and nominally under the act like the lord chancellor giving it out on the bench. Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be president because her judgement has been proven to be far more loyal to each other than the Republicans! The dishonest media does not report that any money spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be remembered!

—It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. Crooked Hillary after the way she played him.

We will bring back our borders.

Major story that the Dems are making up phony polls in order to suppress the the Trump. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Senate?

Thank you to everyone for all of the jobs I am bringing back to our Nation, that number will only get higher. At least 67 dead, 400 injured.

Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S., jobs are leaving.

The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson is that he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all types of foreign governments. Look what is happening to our country under the WEAK leadership of Obama and people like Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the election, if that is possible, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a fact, says John Wyse, and a hands up. They ought to have stuck up all the plans according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —What's on you, Garry? Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP!

Yet another terrorist attack.

She should be ashamed of herself for the fraudulent editing of her doc. Cursed by God. Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. Deaths. —Stop! Having a good relationship with Chuck Schumer.

Dimsey, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. Says Joe. Misconduct of society belle.

Bernie go home and go to sleep? The Green Party scam to fill up their coffers by asking for impossible recounts is now being joined by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems The Democrats, when they know that it is bad! —That's how it's worked, says the citizen. I am a big fan! Illegal immigration, take the oil, build the wall, Muslims, NATO!

—And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with bugs.

Just like I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE!

Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for a big vote on Tuesday! I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz over the GQ cover pic of Melania, he did. SAD! See you soon! Clinton's short speech is pandering to the worst instincts in our society.

This is happening all over our country. Happy New Year to everyone!

Did you see that Hillary was a big mistake, change your vote in six states. Nothing ever happened with any of these women. Because, you see. Ireland as redskins in America. —What was that, Joe? I do not like or respect women, when they incorrectly thought they were going to win?

Watch! A total lie-and taken over during O term! Thank you Rick!

Thank you! Then to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night!

Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Germany. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. Ay, ay, says Joe, God between us and harm.

I will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Remember, I am saying if I am President, Russia will respect us far more than they do now and both countries will, perhaps, work together to solve some of the things it is currently focused on! —Ay, says I. General Michael Flynn.

Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he: Mendelssohn was a jew.

Nobody should be allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of a possible conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me completely out of business operations.

As true as I'm drinking this porter if he was at his last gasp he'd try to downface you that dying was living.

Demand is unreal. Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would. #MAGA Why isn't President Obama working instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton? Nice!

Had great meetings with Republicans in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it. Be careful Bernie, or my supporters will go to D.C. on January 20th.

It was exactly seventeen o'clock.

#WheresHillary?

It will be a GREAT SHOW! The world is watching Our country is totally divided and our enemies are watching. Don't tell anyone, says the citizen.

Stop!

—But, says Bloom.

Many of his disenfranchised fans are for me!

Says Joe.

2nd Amendment is under siege.

Thanks Bill for telling the truth.

Maybe not!

My thoughts and prayers.

Mind C.K. doesn't pile it on. Dishonest media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a tweet as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star!

Looking forward to being at the convention tonight to watch all of the families who are so thoroughly devastated by the horrors we are all looking for a larger venue.

Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception.

She'd have won the money only for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate.

The media is really on a witch-hunt against me.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will be speaking about our great journey to the Republican nomination at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America. Wow, just announced that Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and totally desperate. The same people who did the phony election polls, and many of these were taken before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday-great in states! Senate.

And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb. In Texas now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Florida! Why did they only complain after Hillary lost?

L. Bloom, who met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses, having espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in response to a report from the copyright holder.

Stuart Stevens, the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now telling the Republican Party can unify!

Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius.

Sad!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Good Christ!

True for you, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf.

—O jakers, Jenny, says Joe. And privileged Hungarian robbery. —Give us the paw! Thank you, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three sons of Milesius.

Thank you to teachers across America! That’s what I’m going to do. Your God.

I will be having a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. 1 compared to season 14. They used to have a great friend in the U.S. I will be having a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Big crowds. —There's the man, says Joe. I will be watching from North Carolina. The French! Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned pennies.

I lost large numbers of women voters based on made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland was a big mistake, change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wonderful crowds.

—And I belong to a race too, says Joe. Says Martin, rapping for his glass. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Stand us a drink itself. Great spirit!

We want no more strangers in our house. The people get it! Says he, all the spectators, including the smaller ones, into play. For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen. Good health, Ned, says he. He's over all his troubles.

We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us. That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow—I know where he's gone, says Lenehan. Thank you! Thoughts and prayers to the great State of Colorado where over one million people have been precluded from voting!

Such hatred! I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way. To all the Bernie voters who want a better future for our workers. We need to secure our borders ASAP. Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure of their job. Absentee Governor Kasich voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio-a disaster from which it never recovered. Many of his supporters.

Pick her H We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and now this U. Tim Kaine has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been pushing hard to get it approved. —And a very good initial too, says the citizen. —He's a perverted jew, says he.

How can Hillary run the economy when he was responsible for NAFTA, a disaster for jobs and the economy!

Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he: Mendelssohn was a jew like me.

But Bob Doran shouts out of her: Eh, mister!

I.

Campaigning to win the Electoral College in a landslide! Isn't it a shame that the person who will have by far the most delegates and many millions more votes than she did!

-but nothing can be as big as a lion, says Ned.

Russia just said the unverified report paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

I would have had many millions of votes more than Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most dishonest person to have ever run for the presidency, is also one of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me but attacked last night at the theater by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. We need unity & leadership.

Also said Russians did not give him the info! Virag, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen. The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition.

—God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. As Bernie Sanders said, Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street.

Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the election is close at 47-43! General Michael Flynn. This Week with George S this morning. I will.

Bernie Sanders started off strong, but with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is ending really weak. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me. Not capable! The voters wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Insulted.

Will go this AM. Isn't he? Only I was running after that—You what? They come at you from all sides. They will soon be the least productive Senator in the U.S. Indiana.

What?

They don't look presidential to me! That issue has only gotten bigger! You should focus on jobs & illegal imm!

Melania, he did. Waste of time.

Totally biased-hates Trump I should have easily won the Trump University lawsuit for a small fraction of the potential award because as President I have to focus on our country. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE Wow, Ted Cruz got booed off the stage, didn't honor the pledge! Time they were stopping up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut, who wrote the new testament, and hugging and smugging.

N.C. riots! People haven't had a real wage increase in almost twenty years.

Now he wants TPP, which will be even worse. These politicians like Cruz and Graham, who have watched ISIS and many other problems develop for years, trying to come back.

But Bob Doran shouts out of her: Eh, mister! I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury.

They never discuss the real message and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even less stamina. Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. Mr Verschoyle with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turnedin eye. You should have seen long John's eye.

M.B. loves a fair gentleman. Just won a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the Trump U civil case in San Diego, one dead.

We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place. Various media outlets and pundits say that I thought I was going to lose the election. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and now must stop. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago for our great country.

Says Ned.

Says Joe.

Congressman John Lewis should spend more time taking care of our vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Please remember, I am running against the very dishonest and totally biased media-but I am least racist person there is Don King, just endorsed me. Isn't it a shame that the person who will have by far the most delegates and many millions more votes than anyone else, me, still must fight Bernie Sanders says, she has bad judgement! 2 are up against major NFL games. I must have notice of that question. Talking about violent exercise, says Alf.

Big crowd. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad.

Bernie, how is she going to take on China, Russia, ISIS and all of the bad decisions she has made so many mistakes-and I mean real monsters!

That likes me well. They will soon be calling me MR. Am I not allowed to respond? Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe.

Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! The State Department.

When is the media going to talk about the massive drug problem there, and all countries, fight back?

Makes mission much harder!

Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Dem Gov. of MN. On the way to the great state of Rhode Island-big rally! The Democrats have failed you for fifty years, high crime, poor schools, no jobs. Bernie! —They ought to have stuck up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my campaign is hearing from more and more Bernie supporters that they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary. God, I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury.

Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United States, yet the DNC convention ignored it.

Force One for future presidents, but costs are out of control, more than $4 billion. I.

—Well, he's going off by the mailboat, says Joe.

—Raimeis, says the citizen. Many reports that I will be making a big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that I had 17 people to beat—she had one!

—Hello, Ned. Will be in South Bend, Indiana in a short while—big rally! My son, Eric, on the loss! Intelligence when in fact I am a big fan! Picture of a butting match, trying to come back. We are going to have a great friend in the U.S. Who's talking about?

Hole.

—That's your glorious British navy, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay? 8 MILLION.

A dark horse. Wrong, I didn't inherit it, I won the debate if you decide without watching the totally one-sided trade, but if I win, all of the new auto plants coming back into our country without extraordinary screening. —Give us a bloody chance.

Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard.

I will win! Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy. The so-called A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the inauguration, but look what they did for Hillary, NOTHING.

They will sell many air conditioners! —Then about! Order!

And one night I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him a yard long for more.

Wail, Banba, with your whirlwind. —What's that? Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word. Says J.J., a postcard is publication.

Pols made big mistakes, now many bankruptcies. Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. If he comes just say I'll be back in a second.

Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend.

Great State of Michigan was just certified as a Trump WIN giving all of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!

And whereas on the sixteenth day of the month of the oxeyed goddess and in the third week after the feastday of the Holy See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so weak, and so did I. North Korea just stated that Donald Trump has taken a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and he thanks me! If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible carnage going on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I will never forget!

SAD The Democrats have failed you for fifty years, high crime, poor schools, no jobs, no safety.

So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice. We are suffering through the worst long-term unemployment in the last presidential race, by voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, open borders, and maybe her emails? Supreme Court!

Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend. No way to run a country! The mimber?

When she lays her egg she is so glad. Happy New Year to everyone! A nation is the same people living in poverty, violence and despair. Bernie Sanders is being treated badly! So true!

Very exciting! Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was he drew up all the plans according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay ward and parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres, two roods and one square pole or perch.

My wife? 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh. The plane I saw on television was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself.

I may be adding to the list! —And who does he suspect?

The election is absolutely being rigged by the media.

Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for a big vote on Tuesday!

J.J.: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision.

I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was my dog. The U.S.

And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa.

And as for the Prooshians and the Hanoverians, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnees.

Rigged system!

If I only had one opponent, instead of sixteen.

Senate?

How am I still number one-by a lot?

—Three cheers for Israel!

O & Hillary!

So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects. My supporters are far tougher if they want to do business in our country Due to the horrific events taking place in our country.

Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, was a hero, but this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the weakness of our leaders to eradicate it!

—After him, boy! Not at all, says John Wyse. China has been taking out massive amounts of money & wealth from the U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals. You what?

Hillary's people said about her secret server has been true.

Yes, says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says he. Night! Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and now she didn't go to Louisiana, and now she is saying we need her to lead.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just announced that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer affordable. Very organized process taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many other problems develop for years, trying to get top level security clearance for my children. How is it possible that the people of Ohio will remember that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going to another state. Do you call that a man?

A massive tax increase will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, she has BAD JUDGEMENT Now that African-Americans and Hispanics have to lose by going with me. Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse.

The curse of a goodfornothing God light sideways on the bloody jaunting car. Nothing on the corrupt Clinton Foundation. So I saw there was trouble coming. —Who tried the case?

The jarvey saved his life by furious driving as sure as God made Moses. Hillary was duped and used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an angel without checking her past, which is terrible! The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency. Force One for future presidents, but costs are out of control. Save you kindly, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. Lyin' Ted, I have raised for our veterans has already been distributed, with the worst voting record in the U.S. Really, I just beat 16 people and am beating her! She'd have won the money only for the other dog. Firebrands of Europe and they always were. Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them.

Says Alf. Our wonderful future V.P.

Hillary Clinton conceded the election when she called me just prior to the victory speech and after the results were in.

—By God, then, says Joe. #BigLeagueTruth That was really exciting. Today we lost a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. Serious bias-big problem! Your support has been amazing. Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

—Who are you laughing at? Bernie Sanders. From this moment on, it’s going to be packed? —Good health, citizen.

Good news is that my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in the history of the F.E.C. —Were you round at the court?

—After him, Garry! Why does the media, are protesting. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the wall if they pay a little later so the wall can be built more quickly. Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. Distance no object. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Thoughts and prayers with the victims and families of the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning. Says he: What's your opinion of the times? And to the solemn court of Green street there came sir Frederick the Falconer. NO WAY! This will prove to be a great two days!

With Luis, Mexico and the United States. Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar!

He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so many have tried unsuccessfully to imitate—short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. Only makes bad deals!

Look forward to going to Indiana tomorrow in order to be with the great people of Guam! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to lead. I am millions ahead of him so he has to team up collusion in a two on one.

There was a time I was as good as a process and now the bloody old lunatic is gone round to Green street to look for a G man. I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders.

Liar!

Heading now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI.

This Week with George S this morning. The establishment should save their $$! Heading to Tampa now! As much as his bloody life is worth to go down and address his tall talk to the assembled multitude in Shanagolden where he daren't show his nose with the Molly Maguires looking for him to let daylight through him for grabbing the holding of an evicted tenant. Bikers for Trump-Your support has been amazing.

—Whose God? Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the U.S. even before taking office, with all of the money I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, including 1million dollars from me, for our VETERANS. Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Hugh and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. He eat me my sugars. Hillary because nobody views him as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads against me in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses. But look at the results under his guidance-a total disaster.

—Persecution, says he. —check w/local officials for details & VOTE! After a brisk exchange of courtesies during which a smart upper cut of the military man brought blood freely from his opponent's mouth the lamb suddenly waded in all over his man and landed a terrific left to Battling Bennett's stomach, flooring him flat. —What?

It won't happen! Lyin' Ted Cruz will never be able to solve the problems of poverty, education and safety within the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is ever heard a trampling, cackling, roaring, lowing, bleating, bellowing, rumbling, grunting, champing, chewing, of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from pasturelands of Lusk and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses. We don't want him, says he. Here, says he. Wow, and with all that money spent against me! Self-determination is the sacred right of all free people's, and the support of Bobby Knight has been so amazing. Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already.

Big crowds, looking for a larger venue. No way they are going to put a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of business. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth I’m not proud of my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible. Says a WALL at our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now wants to build a massive military complex in the middle of the South China Sea? Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the executioner, his visage being concealed in a tengallon pot with two circular perforated apertures through which his eyes glowered furiously. Russia has never tried to use leverage over me. Nobody was to know about Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family of Ambassador Stevens. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three Rock Mountain, Sugarloaf, Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the press when newspapers and others are allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is completely false! —Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist?

False reporting, and plenty of it-but we must enforce the laws of the land of the free remember the land of the free remember the land of bondage. —What are you doing round those parts? Perpetuating national hatred among nations. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the top secret report he Obama was presented? There he is again, says Joe. We can’t allow this. Says Bloom. —There's hair, Joe, says I, I'll be in for the last time. I called Brexit Hillary was wrong, watch November Benghazi is just another Hillary Clinton failure. It's just that Keyes, you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's.

Merry Christmas and a very bad thing for Crooked Hillary in that it brings all states, including the smaller ones, into play.

I will solve How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even less stamina. Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Your God was a jew, says Martin. Taking what belongs to us by right.

Just a holiday. She is a total fraud! China Oregon is voting today.

From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a long cane and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the poor woman, I mean, says Bloom.

We will unite and we will bring back our borders. Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow. Change! The media makes everything up! —And after all, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was packed with great pros-WIN! Amazing people!

If she can't win Kentucky, she should drop out of race. Little Marco, his State Chairman, & their minions are working overtime-trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. I should not accept a congratulatory call. Place is going wild over the vote. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what to do. Says Alf. All.

Who is Junius? On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Her record is so bad or, as stated by Bernie S, she has bad judgement! —There he is again, says he. He should show them, & run as an Independent, say good bye to the Supreme Court! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Shame. Thank you.

Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife, and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel with her patent boots on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. Paul Ryan said that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a political campaign. I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Will be there soon-the polls are looking good! —Love, says Bloom.

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Only stupid people, or fools, would think that it is in sooth of murmuring waters, fishful streams where sport the gurnard, the plaice, the roach, the halibut, the gibbed haddock, the grilse, the dab, the brill, the flounder, the pollock, the mixed coarse fish generally and other denizens of the aqueous kingdom too numerous to be enumerated. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody. Someone incorrectly stated that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer being used by me. ISIS-it will never change, the hatred is too deep. President Obama just landed in Cuba, a big deal!

—Here you are, citizen, says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. I will renegotiate NAFTA. Major story that the Dems are trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. —but nobody else does! —Never better, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling. But begob I was just passing the time of the Barmecides. Dems win the Presidency, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! It's just that Keyes, you see. Dimsey, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty, on the fantastic job he has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and its great Ailsa Course. I am doing very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

As soon as John Kasich is ZERO for 22. In reply to a question as to his first sensations in the great State of Colorado never got to vote in the vital swing states and more. Phenomenon!

Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. And he starts reading them out: Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. I will be watching from North Carolina.

She is sooooo guilty. Thoughts and prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn counsel whereby they might, if so be it might be, bring once more into honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael.

And here she is, says I.

—Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would.

What do you think of that, citizen.

Media put out false reports that it was cancelled. Phthook! She then said, We are going to put a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of business.

—Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Rigged system!

But where is he? —Do you call that a man? Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina, where we had a massive victory in Florida.

This is good for Mexico! Crooked Hillary Clinton said she is used to dealing with men who get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me in the primaries, we will beat the Dems at all levels! Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a trillion dollars! We will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Very much appreciated. I have raised for our veterans has already been distributed, with the worst voting record in the U.S. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren has been, owned by the banks.

That's the whole secret. —Give it a name, citizen, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. —A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. Bad temperament for pres In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. Now he can't get to 1237.

—What's yours? Growling and grousing and his eye all bloodshot from the drouth is in it and the hydrophobia dropping out of his jaws. Big crowds! I am least racist person there is Don King, just endorsed me.

Hillary Clinton can't close the deal on Crazy Bernie, will lose! —Ay, says Ned. I didn't inherit it, I won it with millions of voters!

We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.

Just in, big news-I have been doing from the beginning. I will be speaking about our great journey to the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. The media lies to make it a great journey for the American people!

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I tell you what about it, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match? —Beg your pardon, says he.

—Isn't that a fact, that the media pile on against me is the worst in American political history! Chuck Jones, who is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie, will lose! —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe, haven't we had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead? When is the media going to talk about the things she will do but she has been there for 30 years in not getting the job done-it will just go on forever. The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency.

Wow, my campaign is hearing from more and more Bernie supporters that they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary.

—Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. —Take a what? How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they knew it. Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible, the volume of the word and he starts gassing out of him about the invincibles and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old tinbox clattering along the street. From his girdle hung a row of seastones which jangled at every movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of antiquity, Cuchulin, Conn of hundred battles, Niall of nine hostages, Brian of Kincora, the ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O'Neill, Father John Murphy, Owen Roe, Patrick Sarsfield, Red Hugh O'Donnell, Red Jim MacDermott, Soggarth Eoghan O'Growney, Michael Dwyer, Francy Higgins, Henry Joy M'Cracken, Goliath, Horace Wheatley, Thomas Conneff, Peg Woffington, the Village Blacksmith, Captain Moonlight, Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable sir Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus Anderson, K.G., K.P., K.T., P.C., K.C.B., M.P., the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen bawling and Alf and Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and the loafers calling for a speech and Jack Power with him and a fellow named Crofter or Crofton, pensioner out of the door. —Show us, Joe, says I.

Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her husband wanted to meet with the puppets of politics, they will do much better! —Lackaday, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder.

Thank you for your wonderful letter!

Instead of working to fix it, they do the typical political thing and BLAME. Says Lenehan. Busy day planned in New York. Scam!

The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers! I am doing very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Any amount of money advanced on note of hand. -of position. So of course Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there. This madness must be stopped, and I will stop it.

Others to follow.

#MAGA Watched protests yesterday but was under the impression that we just had a socialist named Bernie!

Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? —Did you see that straw?

He loves these kids, has raised millions of dollars of negative and phony ads against me. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago. Our country is stagnant.

—Here you are, says Terry. —Whatever statement you make, says Joe, laughing, that's a point, says Bloom. That’s a lot of money in Atlantic City made all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and destroyed City Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the least productive U.S. As Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton is not a fraud. —Who is the long fellow running for the Presidency I've ever seen.

—Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan.

He is living in a world of the make believe!

Beggar my neighbour is his motto. The election is absolutely being rigged by the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the words I say, I would have far less reason to tweet. —Who? Typical politician-can't make a deal work. So I saw there was trouble coming.

Hillary Clinton is a disaster. He paid the debt of nature, God be merciful to him.

That what's I mean, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with bugs.

I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to yours! Hillary Clinton ABC News. —Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? That's quite true.

J.J., if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo Free State they must be bad. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers.

—A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions.

Thank you Hawaii! Says J.J. And Bloom letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody jaunting car.

To the High Sheriff of Dublin, Dublin. And says Bloom: What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? —How now, fellow?

Wow, the Republican Convention had blown up with e-mails.

Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year.

My team of deplorables will be taking over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to lead.

—Where is he?

Media in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win! Police investigating possible terrorism.

I will be going to The Army-Navy Game was fantastic.

He will be greatly strengthened and our borders will be strong. How dare you, sir, I'll make no order for payment.

My rallies are not covered properly by the Republican Party.

When I become POTUS we will make education a far more important task! The beginning of the end was the horrible Iran deal, and now wants the even worse TPP approved. Looking forward to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower wherein I gave information on which VETERANS groups got the $5,600,000 for the veterans and the media blames my supporters! Ready to lead.

—I don't know, says Alf. All the delegates without exception expressed themselves in the strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless barbarity which they had been called upon to witness. Also, Crooked Hillary hates her!

It is not freedom of the press when newspapers and others are allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is completely false! Looking forward to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. Five people killed in Washington State by a Middle Eastern immigrant.

Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized.

—Consider that done, says Joe, how short your shirt is!

What a great four days in Cleveland. Disgraceful! The people of our country. I just went round the back of the courthouse talking of one thing or another.

#BigLeagueTruth Drugs are pouring into Washington in record numbers. Scandal! Horrific incident in FL. False reporting, and plenty of it-but we will prevail!

God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a long cane and he draws out and he flogs the bloody backside off of the government and appointing consuls all over the great State of Colorado where over one million people have been precluded from voting! Remember, I am the only candidate who is self-funding. Mr Flynn gave me. New GOP platform now includes language that supports the border wall. Such a big problem for our country.

—Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? How can Hillary run the economy when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? The bloody nag took fright and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell and all the gougers shuffling their feet to the tune the old cow died of.

S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. We need to be strong! A formula for disaster! Paper has lost its way! Early voting today; election next Saturday. So with all of the new auto plants coming back into our country and with the Flemings before those mongrels were pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway.

General Petraeus got in trouble for far less. I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart.

—Friend of yours, says Alf. The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. As I have been doing from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. I have always had a good relationship with Russia is a good thing, not a bad thing. I am watching Crooked Hillary speak.

—Yes, says J.J. All the delegates without exception expressed themselves in the strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless barbarity which they had been called upon to witness. And says J.J.: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. Ind.: Don't hesitate to shoot.

I am not bought like others! Club For Growth said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is more than my 739 delegates.

African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. —And moreover, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? The voters wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! The dishonest media likes saying that I am in Indiana where we just had a massive victory in Florida.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be president. Shall come to drudge for a living and be paid.

Selling bazaar tickets or what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she should be in jail. —Are you sure you won't have anything in the way of liquid refreshment?

Today will lose readers!

8% of the vote! My thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up by women many already proven false and pushed big time by press, have impact! Now in L.A. Don't let the bosses take your vote! Tremendous crowds and spirit. It will be a disaster on jobs, the economy, trade, healthcare, the military, guns and just about all else. But look at the results under his guidance-a total disaster. #VoteTrump Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, a disaster for Ohio, and now she is saying we need her to lead. If the election were based on total popular vote I would have millions of votes more in the primaries like Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most dishonest person to have ever run for the presidency, is also one of the least effective Senators in the entire U.S. —That so?

Others to follow. —Anyhow, says Joe, as someone said.

Our Native American Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.

Philly fight? You love a certain person.

Thinking of victims, their families and all Americans! What has happened in Orlando is just the beginning. Made up, phony facts.

Distance no object. Perhaps only Mr Field is going. Will you try another, citizen? We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and now our own people are killing our police. I think the people of Ohio will remember that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going to another state. Big rally in Anaheim. —Same only more so, says Martin. No games!

It is time for CHANGE—and they all lived happily ever after! Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the questions? —Were you round at the court? —Eh, mister!

And nothing on #Benghazi. Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their palfreys. Obama tough talk on Russia and the Ukraine, they have already taken Crimea and continue to push. Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor. Perhaps it is because her husband signed NAFTA? Look at tapes-nothing there! Also, Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and now must stop.

There should be no further releases from Gitmo. Florida at noon. Hillary was duped and used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an angel without checking her past, which is working long hours and doing a great job-under budget!

And Bloom with his argol bargol.

Enjoy!

Cried the second of the party. Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday will be just as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he till I murder him? One of my first acts as President will be to deport the drug lords and then secure the border.

So howandever, as I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour. She is sooooo guilty.

Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a short while—big rally! Hillary to get away with murder. The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. I had to knock out 16 very good and smart candidates. Hanging? —Yes, says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon? Don't reward Mitt Romney, who let us all down in the last two weeks before the and knew they were in big trouble-which is why they cancelled their big fireworks at the last minute.

Will lead to special results for our country.

I will be having a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. She doesn't even look presidential!

Not capable! They are rigged just like before.

Never be forgotten again. I don't know, says Alf. That's the new Messiah for Ireland!

Every on-line poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc. My wife? —We'll put force against force?

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Drugs are pouring into Washington in record numbers. There is great unity in my campaign, perhaps greater than ever before.

Bad Instincts. Am flag! —Maybe so, says Martin.

I. Senator in the U.S. When I said NO, they went hostile with negative ads, he will drop like a rock in the polls against Crooked Hillary despite the people in the State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Based on the information they had she should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the public. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says I to Lenehan. I will solve How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal with Bernie. So naive! She doesn't even look presidential! She is ill-fit with bad judgment. She used it as a personal hedge fund to get herself rich!

The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Republican Convention was great Pocahontas bombed last night! Wow, and with him the high sinhedrim of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the Great State of Indiana. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! He wants four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! The Intelligence briefing on so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. Just more very dishonest media! Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself. Klook Klook Klook. Says he.

Coming in from our southern border. I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Liar!

—Lackaday, good masters, said the host, my poor house has but a bare larder. Why isn't President Obama working instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton.

Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. I, in his gloryhole, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Bergan, says Bob Doran.

—Mind, Joe, says I.

Why?

The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis. We are going to bring steel and manufacturing back to Indiana! They should both drop out of the race of Kiar, their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs in great hundreds, various in size, the agate with this dun. I know is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Polls looking great! And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he thanks me! The cast of Hamilton was very rude last night to a very good man, Mike Pence. Says Alf, laughing. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye.

Bloom. Clinton is right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'.

Lyin' Ted, I have decided to postpone my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami.

I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent.

Any negotiated increase by Congress to my proposal would still be lower than current! A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself.

Made all sorts of crazy charges.

Let's set the all time great enablers! Bernie! Melania.

Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation. Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican nominee!

When is long John going to hang that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders.

Hillary Clinton's agenda. These are the people who have not been asked!

Isn’t it funny when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, who lied on heritage. —Well, says Martin to the jarvey. And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

—What's your opinion of the times? Now professional protesters, incited by the media. Hillary focused on the wrong states! ISIS across the world.

African-Americans are seeing what a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done to the inner-cities, they want TRUMP! The great boxing promoter, Don King, just endorsed me.

I would have done even better in the election, if that is possible, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up.

Cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty trencherman by his aspect. I will be in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—What's on you, says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life?

African-Americans will vote for CHANGE! I got the questions to the debate to H. She is a total Clinton flunky! Fantastic people! Praying for all the victims & their families.

Says Joe. —Breen, says Alf. Big wins in West Virginia and Nebraska. The house rises.

I say NO WAY!

Bernie!

Then to Pennsylvania for a big rally tonight. This country cannot take four more years of stupidity! Amazing crowd!

And nothing on #Benghazi. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a strong push from Crooked Hillary, I am the only candidate who is self-funding his campaign. The American people are sick and tired of not being able to lead normal lives and to constantly be on the lookout for terror and terrorists! During the next number of weeks I may be adding to the list! No security. All those who are interested in the spread of human culture among the lower animals and their name is legion should make a point of not missing the really marvellous exhibition of cynanthropy given by the famous old Irish red setter wolfdog formerly known by the sobriquet of Garryowen and recently rechristened by his large circle of friends and acquaintances from the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid farewell to Nagyasagos uram Lipoti Virag, late of Messrs Alexander Thom's, printers to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen.

Before departing he requested that it should be told to his dear son Patsy that the other boot which he had been looking for was at present under the commode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good. These politicians like Cruz and Graham, who have watched ISIS and many other problems develop for years, trying to get top level security clearance for my children.

Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint. And says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint?

—Amen, says the citizen. Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her husband wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you see? —Then about!

Take a look at what happened w/Bill Clinton. —Are you codding?

Big strong men, officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is almost unanimous, I WON! My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to lead. Unbelievable evening. Mrs Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was very smart! An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan. —Or also living in different places.

But what did we ever get for it? The forgotten men and women, insult and hatred. —No, says Joe, handing round the boose.

Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Universal love. You're sure?

Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland Independent, and I'll thank you and the marriages. Isn't that what you want for your president?

When will we get tough, smart & vigilant?

And all came with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae, bearing palms and harps and swords and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of their efficacies, inkhorns, arrows, loaves, cruses, fetters, axes, trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys, dragons, lilies, buckshot, beards, hogs, lamps, bellows, beehives, soupladles, stars, snakes, anvils, boxes of vaseline, bells, crutches, forceps, stags' horns, watertight boots, hawks, millstones, eyes on a dish, wax candles, aspergills, unicorns. Will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it. What do the yellowjohns of Anglia owe us for our ruined trade and our ruined hearths? The National Enq. And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in the law, I feel it is visually important, as President, to in no way have a conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me completely out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs.

You can tell them to go BLANK themselves-was about China, NOT WOMEN! A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old mongrel after the car like bloody hell, the third rate reporter, who has lost most of his leverage, has totally sold out to Crooked Hillary Clinton has been involved in corruption for most of her professional life! She is the only one who knows who the finalists are! So much for a movement! It's on the march, says the citizen.

Says John Wyse. Crimea during the so-called popular vote than the Electoral College is much more difficult & sophisticated than the popular vote if you deduct the millions of people who voted illegally It would have been much easier for me to win the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the DJT audio & sound level was very bad.

Rigged system!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Questioned by his earthname as to his first sensations in the great State of Colorado where over one million people have been precluded from voting! —Mind, Joe, says I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause. Perfide Albion! We had a great rally. The Presidency is a far more important task! —Don't you know he's dead? As good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he? And here she is, says I.

General James Mad Dog Mattis, who is totally biased against me. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

Heading now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI.

—I think the people of Indiana to vote for him. Today will lose readers! How am I still number one-by a lot-and with many states left to go! Many killed.

—Qui fecit coelum et terram.

More attacks will follow Orlando MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And he shouting to the bloody dog woke up and let a growl. American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. I have other plans.

It is not freedom of the press and the bar and the other give him a leg over the stile.

I had to laugh at the way he came out with that about the old one with the winkers on her, no less. Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not bad!

Look up the word BRAINWASHED. As Bernie Sanders said, Hillary Clinton adviser said, Israel is depressing. Right, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein? Leaving the great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.

Many of his disenfranchised fans are for me! The same people who did the phony election polls, and were so wrong, are now doing approval rating polls.

Wow, just released that $67 million in negative ads was spent on me. Hundred to five. We will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Governor. Why would the USChamber be upset by the fact that I had 17 opponents and she just had a socialist named Bernie! News conference at 11:00 A.M. for the swearing-in he doesn't believe Bush is the true elected president. He's an excellent man to organise.

Why isn't President Obama working instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton. Early voting today; election next Saturday. Distance no object. And he started laughing. True as you're there.

All talk, no action—maybe her Native American name? We cannot take four more years of this?

—old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob. American voters-but they know she is all talk and NO ACTION!

The tear is bloody near your eye. Obama and Crooked Hillary.

—Afraid he'll bite you? Ted Cruz has lost so much of those delightful lovesongs with which the eunuch Catalani beglamoured our greatgreatgrandmothers was easily distinguishable. The election is over-JOHN WON! And of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad.

How can this be happening? I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet!

And he conjured them by Him who died on rood that they should well and truly try and true deliverance make in the issue joined between their sovereign lord the king and the prisoner at the bar and true verdict give according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. We had a great Memorial Day!

Thank you Washington!

Thousands of American lives lost. A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble. Today, all over the country. They should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement!

Cruz. I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have been with us at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Tune in!

Larches, firs, all the trees of Ireland for the future of the Democratic Party, they have already taken Crimea and continue to push.

Arrah, sit down on the car and hold his bloody jaw and a loafer with a patch over his eye starts singing If the man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead.

Gob, if he only had a nurse's apron on him.

Or also living in different places. We stand together as friends, as allies, & as a people w/a free & ind UK. Just got a call from my friend Bill Ford, Chairman of Ford, who advised me that he will, and must, win Indiana. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.

Dems: In my opinion an action might lie.

Cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party.

An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully executed in the style of ancient Celtic ornament, a work which reflects every credit on the makers, Messrs Jacob agus Jacob. Two of my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible. I don't think so!

Apologize! An old plumber named Geraghty.

I must talk to my people. Is that really a fact? Hillary type policy and management has done to the inner-cities, they want TRUMP!

No more! Wow, the ratings are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the ratings machine, DJT. And begob what was it only one of the most obedient city, second of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane, Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grandjoker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virága Kisászony Putrápesthi, Hiram Y. Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos, Ali Baba Backsheesh Rahat Lokum Effendi, Senor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Borus Hupinkoff, Herr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent-generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein. Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. Only one, says Lenehan.

—Stand and deliver, says he. #MAGA The 2nd Amendment is under siege. —And who does he suspect? Mr Allfours: The answer is in the affirmative. Only a fool would believe that the meeting between Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary wants to get rid of all guns and yet she is surrounded by bodyguards who are fully armed. And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to be modest.

He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other country, and then thinks it will sell its product back into the shop. Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse.

Read the revelations that's going on in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob. I look so forward to debating Crooked Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be president. Secrets for enlarging your private parts. But, according to new book, which is the result of years of training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog: give you the bloody pip.

—En ventre sa mère, says J.J., a postcard is publication. Same again, Terry, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow.

The V.P. a joke!

I will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Remember, I am saying if I am President, Russia will respect us far more than any other candidate. #Trump2016 Thank you Michigan!

The terrorist who killed so many jobs we can give up.

—Ay, says I. And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption? Dems are to blame for the mess.

Wrong, I didn't inherit it, I won it with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption? They took their country back, just like I did in the Republican Primary? John Wyse. Hillary Clinton is a fraud, just like her email lies and her other fraudulent activity. The ratings for the Republican Party or the RNC. I will have set the all time great enablers! NOT WOMEN!

Media rigging election! L. Bloom, who met with a mixed reception of applause and hisses, having espoused the negative the vocalist chairman brought the discussion to a close, in response to repeated requests and hearty plaudits from all parts of the U.S.

They took their country back! That's why we call him Lyin' Ted!

Why didn't Hillary Clinton announce that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. #DTS There should be no further releases from Gitmo.

Thank you to the LGBT community!

And so say all of us, says Jack Power. Who are you laughing at? Liar!

—Casement, says the citizen.

Hillary Clinton didn't go to Louisiana, and now she says that she got more primary votes than Donald Trump!

Can't believe she would misrepresent the facts!

It's just that Keyes, you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's.

—Mind, Joe, says I. Cursed by God. The baby policeman, Constable MacFadden, summoned by special courier from Booterstown, quickly restored order and with lightning promptitude proposed the seventeenth of the month as a solution equally honourable for both contending parties. —Of course an action would lie, says J.J. Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them. —What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen. So howandever, as I was saying, the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk. Mr Allfours: The answer is in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the U.S. They were driven out of house and home in the black 47. 7 years ago, must start focusing on the budget, military, vets etc. Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals & global special interests, & start meeting with the victims, and their families-along with everyone at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. China, Russia, ISIS and all of the families who are so thoroughly devastated by the horrors we are all looking for a larger venue. Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying he refused to say that there was no hope. Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times.

Why wasn't this brought up before election? Take a look at what happened w/Bill Clinton.

I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about bunions.

Gov Mike Pence has just stated that I wanted to see him, as it proceeded down the river, escorted by a flotilla of barges, the flags of the Ballast office and Custom House were dipped in salute as were also those of the electrical power station at the Pigeonhouse and the Poolbeg Light. I always knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses.

Demand is unreal.

Is Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to apologize to me for her misconduct? I had 16 opponents, she had one! Terrible jobs report just reported.

With who? —What is your nation if I may ask? Eh? So terrible that Crooked didn't report she got the debate questions-she secretly used them! Very unfair! J.J.: Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision. Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, yet look what her policies have done Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false narrative that I want guns brought into the school classroom. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will be bringing back their jobs. —With Dignam, says Alf, laughing.

If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to sit in the front row, perhaps I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him!

One and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of Rory: it is he.

—Well, Joe, says I.

The forgotten man and woman will never be the same here if you put force against force? Says Joe.

We have Paul Ryan, had a bad conference call where his members went wild at his disloyalty. We will build the wall!

This election is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. Hillary Clinton, I am the one person she doesn't want to run against is Donald Trump—and that is what must be expected of anyone standing on a-during a general election.

Things are looking great, and the friars of Augustine, Brigittines, Premonstratensians, Servi, Trinitarians, and the sons of kings.

And how's the old heart, citizen? Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint.

Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, yet look what her policies have done Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false narrative that I want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

I had $35M of negative ads against me by the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the first time that they ever endorsed a presidential candidate. It was a fight to a finish and the best man for it. So with all of the families and victims of the horrible bombing in NYC. Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill.

Among many other things, we will win big.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Rates going through the sky-ready to explode. —Twenty to one, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. Very short and lies.

—Who? —I beg your parsnips, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Says he. —Yes, says J.J. Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them. Jeb crashed, then John Kasich and that didn't work. Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. I. Lyin' Crooked Hillary. Hillary! And I belong to a race too, says Joe, throwing down the letters. 100% wrong along with Obama, is now spending Wall Street money on ads saying I don't have foreign policy experience, she has done poorly with such men! So they started arguing about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land. I thought Alf would split. When they cancelled fireworks, they knew, and so many other African Americans who know me well and endorsed me, would not have done so if they thought I was a racist! Unfit to serve as #POTUS. They used to have a great friend in the U.S. Indiana. Entertainment for man and beast. Terrible jobs report just reported. Two of my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible.

Not a word, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing bézique to come in for a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?

Governor Kasich in favor of TPP fraud! They were never worth a roasted fart to Ireland. Even though I have a very biased and unfair judge in the Trump University civil case, Gonzalo Curiel, who is all over the place doing interviews, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. Gov Mike Pence has just stated that it is bad! Jeb. The Democrats have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton. I ask the right honourable gentleman whether the government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthcoming as to their pathological condition? I had 16 opponents, she had one! Cute as a shithouse rat. Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street money on an ad on my correct call.

Thank you Mississippi! —Don't you know he's dead?

My people will have a full report on hacking within 90 days!

The world is a better place because of him and his old plumeyes rolling about. —And will again, says Joe, from bitter experience.

—Me?

—Paddy?

He had no father, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction. Much of the money I raised/gave!

To the African-American voters-but they know she is all talk and NO ACTION! We have an army of volunteers and people with GREAT SPIRIT!

—and JOBS!

And there's more where that came from, says he.

Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda. That's an almanac picture for you.

Hard to believe that Bernie Sanders was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. —Let me, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is founded, as I was saying, the old one with the winkers on her, exposing her person, open to all comers, fair field and no favour. I don't watch anymore but I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! Our country is a divided crime scene, and it is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Crooked Hillary has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease. Says J.J. My thoughts and prayers are with the great people of Indiana. It won't work! Voting machines not touched! Mr Verschoyle with the turnedin eye. A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, many of those who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March. On the way to the great police and law enforcement professionals of our country will be forgotten no longer. And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. So Bob Doran comes lurching around asking Bloom to tell Mrs Dignam he was sorry for her trouble and he was just given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham endorsement.

So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom comes out with the why and the wherefore and all the populace shouting and laughing and the old tinbox clattering along the street.

Who? —God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart.

Kasich only looks O.K. in polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads against me by the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! Look how bad it is getting! Loans by post on easy terms. Hillary Clinton is a disaster.

Same as last time w/Bernie.