A writing-through of the eighth chapter of Ulysses.


                                     Bad for their tummies. 
                              If you leave a bit of codfish 
         Brewery barge with export stout 
                       Snug little room that was with the red wallpaper 
                      Wait. The full moon was the night we were 
                         at the tables calling for more bread no charge 
    Nice quiet bar. Nice piece of wood in that counter. 
             like a tanner lunch we have, boiled mutton, carrots and turnips 
                    Where did I? Ah, yes. Trousers. Potato. Purse. Where?