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  1. I growl at the area of 14 Nelson street: -- England expects...
  2. I swing myself forward in vigorous jerks, halt, lift my head towards a window and bay deeply: -- home and beauty.
  3. Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halt near me, gaping at my stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.
  4. I glance sourly at the unheeding windows, sink my head and swing myself forward four strides. I halt and growl angrily: -- For England...
  5. A stout lady stops, takes a copper coin from her purse and drops it into the cap I hold out to her. I grumble thanks.
  6. I swing myself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halt and growl @BOODYDEDALUS -- home and beauty.
  7. Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, I growl unamiably: -- For England...
  8. I crutch myself round MacConnell's corner, skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and jerk myself up Eccles street.
  9. I hold out a peaked cap for alms towards the very reverend John Conmee S.J. Father Conmee blesses me in the sun.
  10. Swinging myself onward by lazy jerks of my crutches, I growl some notes. I jerk short before the convent of the sisters of charity
  11. I growl at the area of 14 Nelson street: -- England expects...
  12. I swing myself forward in vigorous jerks, halt, lift my head towards a window and bay deeply: -- home and beauty.
  13. Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halt near me, gaping at my stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.
  14. I glance sourly at the unheeding windows, sink my head and swing myself forward four strides. I halt and growl angrily: -- For England...
  15. A stout lady stops, takes a copper coin from her purse and drops it into the cap I hold out to her. I grumble thanks.
  16. I swing myself violently forward past Katey and Boody Dedalus, halt and growl @BOODYDEDALUS -- home and beauty.
  17. Towards Larry O'Rourke, in shirtsleeves in his doorway, I growl unamiably: -- For England...
  18. I crutch myself round MacConnell's corner, skirting Rabaiotti's icecream car, and jerk myself up Eccles street.
  19. I hold out a peaked cap for alms towards the very reverend John Conmee S.J. Father Conmee blesses me in the sun.
  20. Swinging myself onward by lazy jerks of my crutches, I growl some notes. I jerk short before the convent of the sisters of charity