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?