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Me esta pareciendo un verdadero paseo, me gustan mucho mas los capitulos de dedalus pero es muy estimulante seguir los saltos mentales del señor Bloom y las contraposiciones con la Odisea y la comprensión de significados literarios y realistas de comprensión.

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perhaps this draught ... may serve me more propensely. He was laying his hand upon a winejar: Malachi saw it and withheld his act, pointing to the stranger and to the scarlet label. Warily, Malachi whispered, preserve a druid silence. His soul is far away. It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born. Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods.

He told them of the race. The flag fell and, huuh! off, scamper, the mare ran out freshly with O. Madden up. She was leading the field. All hearts were beating. Even Phyllis could not contain herself. She waved her scarf and cried: Huzzah! Sceptre wins! But in the straight on the run home when all were in close order the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. All was lost now.

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the soul is wafted over regions of cycles of generations that have lived. A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a mare leading her fillyfoal.

Sooooo Mulligan is basically Elon Musk without the exorbitant wealth, magnanimously offering to impregnate every woman in Ireland just to make them feel happy and fulfilled. What a guy!

Ew.