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Chapter 8

Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch.

A sugarsticky girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat. Bad for their tummies.

  • Lozenge and comfit manufacturer to His Majesty the King.
  • God. Save. Our.

Sitting on his throne, sucking red jujubes white.

A sombre Y. M. C. A. young man, watchful among the warm sweet fumes of Graham Lemon’s, placed a throwaway in a hand of Mr Bloom.

Heart to heart talks.

Bloo⁠ ⁠… Me? No.

Blood of the Lamb.

His slow feet walked him riverward, reading. > Are you saved? All are washed in the blood of the lamb. God wants blood victim. Birth, hymen, martyr,

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