Ulysses

James Joyce · Chapter 67 of 79

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Ulysses

Horatio Is Cynosure This Fair June Day

J. J. O’Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the statue and held his peace.

—I see, the professor said.

He halted on sir John Gray’s pavement island and peered aloft at Nelson through the meshes of his wry smile.