#nameless utah team

[pierremcguire]

can you imagine being josh doan right now .... your dad is a local hero to the team. you get drafted to that very same team you grew up watching. make your nhl debut for that team. score multiple goal in your debut in front of the city that call you and your family theirs. and then before your first full season, the franchise is sold. and the records and legacy your dad made and you hope to continue are effectively being left behind.

[hockey-x-imagines]

As She’s Walking Away

A/N: Here’s a little something.. I actually hate this short, but after rewriting it a billion times I decided to just post it. I’ve had some really bad writing blocks and I’m really hoping to have more updates in the next week. I hope you guys like this better than I do. As always feedback is always welcome.🙂

Pairing: Tyler x Tatum (I needed to use a name because I was having a hard time doing the Y/N)

Word Count: 3100

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It had been about a month since I last saw her. It had been a month since I fell in love with a girl I had never met before. She has never left my mind no matter how hard I tried. It doesn't matter how hard I looked on social media, I couldn't find her. 

The game ended and Jamie asked: "Are you coming out with us tonight?". It was our win, so I should have wanted to celebrate with the team, but I didn't want to go. Jamie continued, noticing my hesitation. "Come out and get your mind off the girl." I hesitated. 

My half-hearted answer was, "Yeah, sure.". He was right. I had to stop thinking about that nameless girl. In all honesty, I had little chance of ever running into her again.  Getting dressed again, we head out. "Where are we headed?" I ask. 

"Our usual spot. If you want, you can get in with me." 

Shaking my head, I replied, "I'll just follow.". He didn't have to know that I wasn't planning on staying long. Driving to the bar, I struggled with my emotions. The thing is, I really didn't want to go out with guys, but I knew I should. Walking into the bar, I found myself feeling uneasy and I didn't know why. 

As I stepped in to view, the faces of each of my teammates lit up. Jamie's smile was the biggest. I really didn't realize how out of it I was.

"Hey watch it jackass!" A lady snapped as I bumped into her. Looking down, I made sure I hadn't spilled her drink or harmed her. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was looking at the girl that had been haunting me. 

"I, uh-I-I'm sorry." I ran to the table where everyone was sitting. I was disappointed in the way I dealt with that interaction. I'm typically calm and collected, yet you would think the exact opposite. 

"What the hell just happened?" Jake asked. By the looks, I was getting everyone wanted to ask the same. 

"I think I just ran into the girl from the game I've been obsessing over." I blurt. For the life of me, I couldn't understand where the lack of confidence was coming from. I drank the beer Jamie handed to me in a few gulps. The hope was that it'd calm my nerves, it didn't. 

"You should go talk to her." Jamie nudged my shoulder. Logically that made sense, but I wasn't able to think logically. "If you don't, I will. She's super cute." Jamie added. I knew he was trying to get me to talk to her, it didn't work. It just pissed me off. 

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Tatum's P.O.V

Even though I've always said I wanted to travel, I never seriously considered it until last month. My little sister attended her first hockey game, and I attended my first NHL game. Having no pro team in Utah, we traveled to Denver. That was the first time I had driven further than an hour and the first time I had driven on the freeway. I found the drive to be less stressful than I had expected. 

Despite the shitshow that was the 16th Street mall, our first night in Denver turned out fairly well. On game day, however, the shitshow was even bigger. The day began with breakfast. With no thought, I didn't get ready at all. Big mistake. It was 12:30 by the time we had reached our hotel. I had to get my hair and makeup done as well as Hannah's hair and makeup. Plus, I had to stop and buy Hannah a pair of jeans to complete her outfit. Arriving at the mall I realized I wasn't wearing a bra when we walked in, I felt like a chicken without a head. After finding the jeans, getting me a bra, and leaving the mall, it is about 3:45 and the arena is about ten minutes away, so I take a deep breath and think that all that is left is getting changed and going to the game. NOT THE CASE. It took a few missed turns before we finally found the arena, but once at the arena, I couldn't find the parking lot we were supposed to be in and asked someone for directions several times before finding it but finding a parking spot was no problem. It's 4:45 now, and I still need to change. Hannah changed while I drove around in circles. We're dressed, and I have my keys, purse, and phone in my hand. I realize we don't have masks as we walk into the arena and start freaking out, thankfully a few people were handing them out. I have never been to a pro sports event, so I'm not sure how the process of getting to our seat works. At the concerts I've attended, you wait in line for hours if you're not careful. The fact that it took us maybe 10 minutes to get from the curb to our seats was a relief I don't think anyone can imagine.

Each of us has experienced moments that are breathtaking and awe-inspiring. For us, it was our first of many. It didn't hit me until we were walked to our seats how close we would be to the ice. Having passed the regular seating, we approached what appeared to be makeshift seats. We were seated in folding chairs. When I saw our seats, I nearly cried, so I called mom and showed her. As I took it all in, Hannah spotted Tyler staring at me several times, and I noticed other players staring at us as well. It was the most exciting moment of my life.

The excitement grew throughout the game. During the intermission between the first and second periods, Tyler and I made eye contact. Even though it was brief, there was still some sort of connection between us. Even though there were so many Avalanche fans around us, we made so much noise that we earned a few glances here and there. During the third I had caught some old men staring at Hannah weirdly, me being the overprotective asshole that I am, I stared until they looked away. Unfortunately, we lost the game, but damn it was an amazing game and one of the most memorable nights of my life.

The experience of leaving the arena and parking lot wasn't the nightmare I expected. I was incredibly grateful for that.

Once I had been on that trip, I was hooked. With work and money, planning for my next trip was almost impossible. Fast forward to now, I'm in a bar in downtown Dallas. Earlier this month, my best friend, Anna, scheduled a trip to Dallas and purchased tickets for tonight's game. I was always the type to avoid hanging out in bars because it was never my thing.

Anna had disappeared leaving me standing awkwardly alone. As I stood waiting for Anna to come to find me some guy approached me. It was fairly clear he was trying to hit on me, he was failing miserably but I didn't say anything. I'm not really the social butterfly type, however, after a few drinks, I'm a little more open to talking to anyone and everyone. Between trying to pay attention to this guy and scanning the bar for Anna, I really wasn't paying attention to what was going on around me. I spotted Anna and before I could take a step, what felt like a brick wall ran into me.

"Hey, watch it jackass!" I sounded much harsher than I intended to. Looking up my jaw hits the floor, I just unintentionally yelled at Tyler Seguin. 

"I, uh-I-I'm sorry." He stuttered before running off. I couldn't wrap my head around his response or his reaction. He seemed so timid, definitely not the playboy the media portrays. 

"Dude you just talked to Tyler fucking Seguin!" Anna yelled as she approached me. 

"I wouldn't call that interaction him talking to me." I chuckle. She looks confused, "I snapped at him, then he stuttered an apology and literally ran away." She laughs and we find a spot at the bar. We stood waiting for what seemed like an hour before the bartender acknowledged us. 

"Courtesy of the man seated over there." She points in the direction of a table surrounded by several men. From where we sat all I could see were a bunch of backs.

"Uh, did he give you a name by chance? I see several men, but all I can see is their backs." I ask before she could get too far.

"A man said it was from Tyler, but he didn't give a last name." She shrugged before attending to another customer.

"You don't think that-"

I was cut off by Anna's shriek: "Tyler Seguin just bought you a drink!". Maybe, but I doubt it. There are probably several Tylers here.

"I don't think he bought me a drink. There must be another Tyler here tonight." I couldn't tell if I was trying to convince Anna or myself.

I knew what she was going to say even before she opened her mouth: "You might be right, but you'll never know until you ask." I knew what she was going to say. Despite my urge to ask, I could not find the courage to go over to that table. She noticed the look of dread on my face and offered, "You can ask yourself, or I'll do it for you.". Part of me wanted to ask her to find out, but I knew I would look like a chicken shit if she did. If Tyler Seguin had been the one, I didn't want to come across that way. Inhaling deeply, I walk toward the table the bartender had pointed to. 

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Tyler's P.O.V

The conversation around me abruptly came to a halt, and Jamie wore a shit-eating grin. "Ty you should turn around." I hesitated, before turning to find the girl I ran into standing behind me.

She said, "Thanks for the drink you bought me." I had no idea what she was talking about since I had not bought her the drink. As I turned to Jamie, his grin was even wider. There was no way he could resist interfering.

A small smile appeared on my face as I replied, "Oh, no problem." Here we go again with the lack of confidence. "I'll be right back," I said.

"Um, sure." I ran back into the restroom after that reply. I needed to motivate myself. The girl who I can't seem to get out of my head was standing next to me. Looking in the mirror, I told myself to pull myself together and at least have a conversation with her. As I walked back to our table, I had expected her to be absent. I sighed with relief when I saw her sitting with the guys.

"Hey, do you wanna go on a walk with me?" Fuck I sounded so awkward. She looked up at me and nodded her head. "Follow me." Once we were outside the bar, I asked her what her name was.

"It's Tatum," she replied with a smile. "You played well tonight," she told him. It was comforting to know I wasn't the only one who felt awkward.

"Thank you. I didn't see you in the crowd." That was an odd thing to say, and from the look on her face, she thought so too.

"My best friend bought our tickets at the last minute, so all the good seats were already taken." She paused, "So I should probably text her." She got out her phone and sent a quick text. 'Go ahead, you lead the way.'" she replied.

She followed me through the parking lot and we started walking down the sidewalk. I had no plan whatsoever. "So how long will you be in town?" I have never been successful at small talk.

"I think we'll be leaving in two days, but we might leave tomorrow."

I almost felt hopeful knowing she'd be in town for a few more days. "Nice, nice. How have you liked Dallas?" I asked.

We haven't done much since we flew in yesterday, but it has been enjoyable." 

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Tatum's P.O.V

I will be honest, I was not sure how to handle the interaction with Tyler. My alleged drink was bought by him, I thanked him, and he looked utterly lost, before vanishing.

I was not talking to anyone in particular. I thought any of the guys could answer my question, "is Tyler always like this?"

It does not surprise me to hear Jamie say, "nope. You're special." His response caught me off guard.

"What makes me special?" Jamie's response wasn't clear to me.

I'm sure Tyler will tell you," he said, causing more confusion. Never would I have imagined that I would meet anyone from the Stars. I would have never thought Tyler and Jamie would be so awkward and cryptic.

Tyler asked, "Wanna go for a walk with me?". I nodded in agreement. "Follow me." Once we were outside the bar, he asked me my name.

"Tatum," I replied with a smile. "You played well tonight," I told him. I was hoping he wouldn't realize how nervous I was.

Thank you. I didn't notice you in the crowd. I thought that was strange. Could he still remember me from Denver? That seems unlikely.

"My best friend bought our tickets at the last minute, so all the good seats were already taken." I paused, "So I should probably text her." I didn't need Anna worrying about my whereabouts. 'Go ahead, you lead the way.'" I replied putting my phone away.

The two of us walked down the sidewalk after Tyler led us through the parking lot. I had no idea where he would take me. There was a little concern in the back of my head that I might be in danger.

"I think we'll be leaving in two days, but we might leave tomorrow."

"Nice, nice. How have you liked Dallas?" Tyler almost seemed happy that I'd be in town for a few more days.

"We haven't done much since we flew in yesterday, but it has been enjoyable."

As we walked, we got into a light conversation. Taylor mentioned something about the team, and it reminded me of Jamie's comment. The situation didn't seem like it could be handled smoothly. "Can I ask you a quick question?" I asked.

Tyler's steps never faltered. He responded, "Yes, of course.".

"While you were in the bathroom, Jamie told me I was special. When I asked him what he meant, he said, you'd have to tell me." Tyler froze before me, it was almost like he wasn't sure what to do. "Honestly, it isn't that big a deal. I was just curious. Jamie may just have been joking."

Tyler muttered, "He wasn't just joking around." I saw him run his hand through his hair before he turned to face me. It's starting to feel like I'm dreaming. Would it be okay if we had this conversation somewhere more private?"

"Okay, that's fine." It would be great if someone could explain how I'm supposed to interpret everything that has happened thus far. Never before have I felt so confused. Tyler walks us back to the bar, stopping at his car.

Nervous Tyler looks so cute when he says, "Would it be okay if we went for a drive?"

I tried to lighten the mood by saying, "I'm okay with that, as long as you don't kill me.". I sent Anna another quick text as Tyler drove away from the parking lot.

Don't worry about me if you'd like to return to the hotel. Tyler is taking me for a drive.

In the end, I don't want to scare you with what I'm about to say, but there's nothing else to say." I waited for him to say, "When we last played in Denver, I saw you in the crowd, and I kind of fell for you." He mumbled the last part of his statement.

"Sorry, could you repeat that last part again? I couldn't hear you." 

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Tyler's P.O.V.

It happened, actually, I felt feelings for you. I am not quite sure how or why it happened, but I did. For the last month, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, and I have searched social media relentlessly trying to locate you, but was unsuccessful." This time I blurted it out instead of whispering. Her eyes are wide as I look over at her.

Her silence lasts for a few minutes, and I'm scared that I've freaked her out.

"Can you pull over?" Fuck. I did freak her out.

My time with her was being cut short, but I suppose it's my fault. "I can take you back to your hotel if you want." I couldn't deny I was a bit disappointed.

The tone in Tatum's voice was unreadable. "I just want you to pull over." she said. I pulled into an empty parking lot near the park as she asked. "I don't mean to be rude, but is this for real? Are you serious now? Is this not just a ploy to get me to go home with you?" Her words hurt just a little. I couldn't blame her for thinking that way.

It sounds too strange and isn't something that happens often, but I fell for you really hard. Talk to any one of my teammates. They'll tell you." I couldn't look at her.

"Ty, please look at me." She glanced at me, noting my hesitation, and said, "Please?"

"I felt something when we had made eye contact. I never thought I would see you off the ice." Tatum admitted. 

Her lips drew my attention as she spoke. They looked so soft, and I found myself wondering what she tasted like. I wondered how it would feel to have her lips on mine. Without hesitation, I gently guided her face to mine. Her lips were still against mine. Part of me expected Tatum to pull away from me. I started getting anxious and my overthinking started. She kissed me back, softly, open-mouthed, with warm lips. Although her lips brushed against mine in perfect rhythm, I still felt nervous. Her hand running through my hair in reassurance finally calmed my anxiety.

"Oh wow." Tatum pulls away our lips, separating them with a soft smack.

"I agree." I chuckle.

[walkerwander-blog]

50cm:Kuss: I know I deserve to be in the WorldTour

Somewhere in a nameless country road in central Andalucia last week, Sepp Kuss (Jumbo-Visma) wheeled to a halt after completing his first time trial of 2019, his face shining with sweat and breathing heavily from a last, punishing uphill effort to the finish line.

However, as soon as he had caught his breath and eased up, a smile was back on his face, and he was happily cracking jokes with the team soigneur and greeting other riders as they went past, their time trial also done.

Cycling-wise, life is looking up for Kuss, both in the short-term, with a recent minor injury now behind him, and in the mid-term, given that mentally he feels on a much more even keel than at this point last year. Long-term, only time and the race results will tell.

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"I'm happy with what I'm doing, given a few weeks ago I hurt my hamstring so I couldn't pedal so well. Little things like that, I've got over, so it's good," Kuss told Cyclingnews during the Vuelta a Andalucia.

His winter training went well, with a longish spell back home in Colorado with friends and family.

"I did a little skiing, a little fat biking. I always enjoy there being a real winter because it makes you appreciate the sun and nice weather a bit more," he said.

California and Vuelta but no Utah

You can read more at Cyclingnews.com

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Correction: Venezuela-Captive American-Unconvincing Release

Booker T. Washington (AP) - In a tarradiddle Crataegus laevigata 26 all but the unloosen of an North American country captive in Venezuela, The Associated Compress reported mistakenly that the U.S. government had imposed sanctions on Venezuelan outset lady Cilia Flores. It has not.

A disciplined edition of the news report is below: Backchannel with 'Dracula' helped absolve Mormon State mankind in Venezuela How a mystical backchannel light-emitting diode by a old hand Republican River Senate staffer and a florid South American country administrative unit nicknamed "Dracula" stony-broke through and through uncongenial dealings to insure the unloose of an American jailed in Venezuela By Joshua GOODMAN and Levi LEE Associated Press WASHINGTON (AP) - A secluded backchannel led by a vet Republican U.S. Senate staff member and a royal poinciana Venezuelan administrative unit nicknamed "Dracula" stony-broke through with hostile dealings 'tween the two governments to fasten the expiration of Earth captive Joshua Holt, World Health Organization traveled to the Southward American language body politic for honey and over up in jail, without a trial, for deuce age. A week agone the chances of Holt's hanker ordeal closing any prison term presently looked slender. On the eventide of Venezuela's Crataegus laevigata 20 presidential election, the Mormon State indigen appeared in a clandestinely pellet telecasting from lag railing against Nicolas Maduro's government, expression his life story had been threatened in a prison house debauchery. In retaliation, he was branded the CIA's stag gaffer in Latin America by the oral sex of the ruling socialistic party. Hours in the first place Maduro expelled the upside North American country diplomat o'er the refusal of the U.S. to agnise his re-election. But the reaching in Caracas on Friday of Sen. Tail Corker, R-Tenn., chair of the United States Senate Strange Relations Committee, light-emitting diode to a surprisal find. Maduro handed terminated Holt and his wife, Thamara Caleno, to Corker in what his regime aforementioned was a goodwill gesture to promote dialog and mutual esteem 'tween the two incompatible governments. Holt, 26, travelled to Caracas in June 2016 to marry a swain Mormon he had met online piece looking at to ameliorate his Spanish. The twosome was ready and waiting for Caleno's U.S. visa when they were arrested at her family's apartment in a political science housing coordination compound for what the U.S. well thought out trumped-up charges of stockpiling an assault loot and grenades. Although Corker certain the wad in a few tense hours in Venezuela's collapsing, crime-filled capital, the press to batten Holt's relinquish began months in the beginning by Corker's elevation Latin American policy aide, Caleb McCarry, World Health Organization both Corker and Sen. Orrin Hatch, R-Utah, credited with stellar the painstaking, behind-the-scenes negotiations. McCarry leveraged a 15-year-Old relationship with Maduro from their fourth dimension together in the Bean Town Group, an informal gathering from crosswise the view spectrum - Democrats, Republicans, socialists and capitalists - from both countries that worked discreetly to animate relations 'tween the two countries pursual a takeover in 2002 against then-Chairman Hugo Chavez. Relationships formed in the now-dead radical were too instrumental in securing the publish of some other Solid ground accused of spying, documental movie maker Tim Tracy, World Health Organization worn-out a month in a Venezuelan jail in 2013. McCarry in secret traveled to Venezuela in Feb to discuss Holt's internment with Maduro and first base madam Cilia Flores. The U.S. Embassy was kept at an arm's length, for dread of derailing the talks, although the maiden was backed by Undersecretary of Body politic Thomas Shannon, WHO as well knew Maduro from his years as sentiment military officer in Capital of Venezuela at the showtime of Hugo Chavez's gyration in the 1990s, several senior U.S. officials said. Holding McCarry's turn over end-to-end the ticklish talks was "Dracula" - Rafael Lacava, the regulator of fundamental Carabobo posit and a trusted friend of Maduro World Health Organization also was fill up to the Boston Chemical group members. Shortly after McCarry's visit, Lacava traveled to Booker Taliaferro Washington in Marching music to utter with several lawmakers including Hatch, Corker, Sen. Jeff Flake, R-Ariz., and Repp. Ed Royce, R-Kalif., according to various aged U.S. officials. Wholly the officials agreed to talk over details of the negotiations simply on check of namelessness. However, subsequently Christian Bible of Lacava's call was leaked by Sen. Marco Rubio, R-Fla., WHO has Trump's capitulum on policy toward Venezuela, the governing body refused to cope with with Maduro's minister plenipotentiary. Rubio warned that Lacava, World Health Organization embraces the nickname Genus Dracula for his habits of tweeting and patrolling just about his express tardy at Nox in a Batmobile-same vehicle, was reportedly knotty in money laundering, devising him as well toxic for a Edward D. White Home knack on operose such reprehensible bodily process. When The Connected Agitate reported on the politically fraught backchannel in March, few imagined it would bring home the bacon. Speculation swirled that the political science was demanding an all-but-unimaginable prisoner commutation for Flores' two nephews, who in 2016 were condemned in Newfangled House of York of drug trafficking, after it was knowledgeable that a government-machine-accessible South American country king was compensable Holt's collection fees as well as those of the hands branded the "narco-nephews." At the same time, the Outflank presidential term was intensifying a fight to set apart Venezuela's government, sanctionative scores of officials, including Maduro, for man rights abuses and do drugs trafficking piece ominous a Sir Thomas More crippling shun on embrocate shipments. An functionary with the National Security system Council in a bad way that zip had been offered to insure Holt's discharge. President Donald Ruff set up proscribed Friday that Holt would be released, said the official, who was non authorized to talk publicly and requested namelessness. Secretary of DoS Microphone Pompeo, piece welcoming Holt's release, stressed that "U.S. policy toward Venezuela remains unchanged." "The United States stands steadfast in support of the Venezuelan people and their efforts to return to democracy," he aforementioned in a affirmation. Alfredo Romero, a attorney World Health Organization defends or so of the foeman activists WHO were held aboard Holt, aforementioned that Maduro may be looking for to advance ended close to sentiment sectors in the U.S. to surliness Trump's hard-line near toward Venezuela. "Holt's continued imprisonment was a thorn in the side," he aforesaid. The negotiation were bucked up by Pompeo, who met in camera with Corker on Thursday cockcrow and finalized inside information of the senator's set off forrader of testifying in front the Senate Strange Dealings Commission on the Country Section budget. "We're doing all the right things. We have an American there that we desperately want to get back, Joshua Holt. And so know that we are engaged," Pompeo told lawmakers at the earreach. The authorities of Republic of Cuba was likewise helpful in pressuring Maduro as fountainhead as early Spanish Chair José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero, matchless prescribed said. Zapatero has been preeminent a three-year crusade to fetch the governance and opposition collectively to serve firmness Venezuela's system and sentiment crisis. Still, when Corker odd for Caracas on Fri it was tranquillise undecipherable if Maduro would take after through on his subscribe to let go Holt, the officials said. ot Saturday, a beamy Lacava could be seen in a video boarding the Venezuelan political science flat that transported Holt to Washington erosion flier specs and a darkness wooing. He walked by the camera yelling "Dracula on the attack!" and flash a "V for Victory" house. In a photo taken at the aerodrome in Caracas, Holt nates be seen standing alongside Lacava holding a Venezuela internal soccer team up tee shirt emblazoned with the governor's diagnose. There was peerless last-infinitesimal frighten. Taxiing devour the runway, the planer short slowed and its cowcatcher off endorse the craftiness to aspect into an tool unsuccessful person. When the once-unimaginable ocean trip resumed Holt had a bragging grin on his face, Corker told Best in an Oviform Spot coming together Sabbatum Night surrounded by the Beehive State Man and his family unit. "Probably the only time anybody was ever happy that there was a bad instrument on an airplane," said Trump out. ___ Goodman reported from Bogota, Republic of Colombia. Associated Press mabosway writer Catherine Lucey contributed to this account. Advertisement

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Backchannel, ‘Dracula’ avail dislodge Utah piece in Venezuela

President Washington (AP) - A clandestine backchannel led by a veteran Party Senate staffer and a royal poinciana Venezuelan official nicknamed "Dracula" bust through and through hostile relations betwixt the deuce governments to good the passing of American captive Josue Holt, World Health Organization traveled to the To the south North American country area for have it away and all over up in jail, without a trial, for two age. A workweek ago the chances of Holt's longsighted trial by ordeal close any clock time presently looked melt off. ot the evening of Venezuela's English hawthorn 20 head of state election, the Utah indigen appeared in a clandestinely guesswork video from incarcerate railing against Nicolas Maduro's government, expression his sprightliness had been threatened in a prison bacchanal. In retaliation, he was branded the CIA's snoop stamp in Latin United States by the capitulum of the opinion socialist company. Hours sooner Maduro expelled the cover North American country diplomatist all over the refusal of the U.S. to recognize his re-election. President Donald Trump, arcsecond from right, speaks as he sits with Joshua Holt, remaining WHO was late discharged from a prison in Venezuela, with Sen. Shilling Corker, R-Tenn., right, and others, in the Egg-shaped Role of the Whitened House, Saturday, May 26, 2018, in Washington. (AP Photo/Alex Brandon) But the arrival in Capital of Venezuela on Friday of Sen. Shilling Corker, R-Tenn., president of the U.S. Senate Foreign Dealings Committee, led to a surprise breakthrough. Maduro handed over Holt and his wife, Thamara Caleno, to Corker in what his political science aforementioned was a good will gesture to encourage dialog and common abide by between the deuce antipathetical governments. Holt, 26, traveled to Capital of Venezuela in June 2016 to get married a associate Mormon he had met Poker Online patch looking at to meliorate his Spanish. The brace was wait for Caleno's U.S. visa when they were in remission at her family's flat in a governing lodging complex for what the U.S. reasoned trumped-up charges of stockpiling an attack pillage and grenades. Although Corker sealed the batch in a few strain hours in Venezuela's collapsing, crime-filled capital, the force to plug Holt's vent began months sooner by Corker's exceed Latin Earth policy aide, Caleb McCarry, World Health Organization both Corker and Sen. Orrin Hatch, R-Utah, credited with leading the painstaking, behind-the-scenes negotiations. McCarry leveraged a 15-year-honest-to-god family relationship with Maduro from their clock unitedly in the Bean Town Group, an loose gather from across the opinion spectrum - Democrats, Republicans, socialists and capitalists - from both countries that worked discreetly to renovate relations 'tween the deuce countries next a coup in 2002 against then-Chairwoman Victor Hugo Chavez. Relationships defined in the now-defunct aggroup were too subservient in securing the firing of some other North American country accused of spying, infotainment movie maker Tim Tracy, who dog-tired a calendar month in a Venezuelan jug in 2013. McCarry on the Q.T. travelled to Venezuela in February to discuss Holt's immurement with Maduro and first of all lady Cilia Flores. The U.S. Embassy was unbroken at an arm's length, for venerate of derailing the talks, although the maiden was backed up by Undersecretary of Country Doubting Thomas Shannon, World Health Organization as well knew Maduro from his years as political officer in Caracas at the beginning of Hugo Chavez's rotation in the 1990s, various elder U.S. officials aforementioned. Holding McCarry's bridge player passim the touchy dialogue was "Dracula" - Rafael Lacava, the regulator of cardinal Carabobo State and a trusted friend of Maduro WHO as well was tight to the Boston Group members. 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[junker-town]

November is here. Now the college football season has really begun.

August is for arguing. September is for dreaming. October is for bargaining. November is for everything.

On November 1, 2008, Michael Crabtree and Texas Tech took down undefeated Texas.

On November 2, 1935, Ohio State played Notre Dame for the first time, in front of 81,000 at the Horseshoe in one of college football's first Games of the Century. (The Buckeyes lost, because it was 1935 and it was Notre Dame.)

On November 3, 1990, Scott Sisson and Georgia Tech knocked off No. 1 Virginia in Charlottesville.

On November 4, 2000, Northwestern took down Michigan, 54-51, in a game that legitimized the spread offense like few others could.

On November 5, 2011, LSU beat Alabama, 9-6, in a national title prequel.

***

The things that happen in November are the things that we remember, the things that determine title races.

***

On November 6, 2008, No. 10 Utah survived No. 11 TCU, 13-10, to pave the way for an undefeated season and Sugar Bowl win.

On November 7, 1998, Nick Saban and Michigan State did the same to one of the best Ohio State teams in Buckeye history. It pre-empted John Cooper's best shot at the national title. And because college football is symmetrical, Michigan State would do almost the same thing to Urban Meyer's most talented Ohio State team 17 years and two weeks later. Meanwhile, on November 7, 2015, Hunter Henry's desperate lateral eliminated applied the death blow to Ole Miss' SEC chances and set the table for another Saban title.

On November 8, 1980, Lindsay Scott ran.

On November 9, 2002, LSU beat Kentucky with a Bluegrass Miracle. Five years earlier, Nebraska beat Missouri with a Flea Kicker.

On November 10, 2007, Juice Williams and Illinois upset Ohio State in Columbus and knocked the BCS title race on its ear. (Well, it was already on its ear that year. Knocked it on its other ear.)

***

November gives you no bargaining period. Your team is what it is.

Georgia is mean, obliterating its two most historic division rivals — and getting one of those rivals’ head coaches fired — and now two more rivalry wins away from a 12-0 record and a likely date with Alabama.

Georgia is also trying to win it all with a true freshman quarterback. That nearly worked out for Alabama last year ... but didn’t.

Alabama is Alabama: nameless, faceless, and mostly dominant. The Crimson Tide are almost flying under the radar thanks to a weaker schedule. They are still coached by Saban and still have the most talented roster in the country.

Clemson has a nasty defense and an offense that does just enough. They are last year’s title team, only with a little bit more duct tape and chicken wire. They are in contention until otherwise noted.

Notre Dame is back? The Fighting Irish are explosive on offense and aggressive on defense, and instead of dilly dallying and losing close games, they are stomping on throats. They enter November having defeated two straight ranked teams (USC and NC State) by a combined 56 points.

***

On November 11, 2006, Florida's national title bid survived a visit from Steve Spurrier and South Carolina, 17-16, on a blocked field goal at the buzzer.

On November 12, 2016, Pitt’s Chris Blewitt ... didn’t. His 48-yard buzzer beater leads the Panthers to a 43-42 upset of No. 2 Clemson in Death Valley. Later that evening, Iowa freshman Keith Duncan made a 33-yarder at the buzzer to upset No. 3 Michigan in Iowa City.

On November 13, 1993, No. 2 Notre Dame beat No. 1 Florida State, 31-24, clearing the path for a title shot that would be mortally wounded seven days later.

On November 14, 1998, Arkansas' Clint Stoerner left the ball on the ground against Tennessee, and Kansas State beat Nebraska for the first time in 29 years.

On November 15, 2007, No. 2 Oregon's Dennis Dixon went down against Arizona, and his leg wouldn't let him get back up.

***

November is a grind.

The Playoff committee made its initial proclamation on Tuesday. Undefeated Georgia and Bama lead, but 11 power conference unbeatens or one-loss teams trail directly behind. There are dark horses everywhere — Virginia Tech? TCU? — and the computer rankings suggest this year’s teams aren’t quite as dominant as in previous years.

That means there’s an incredible battle royal coming our way.

Auburn gets a shot at playing spoiler for both Georgia and Alabama.

Notre Dame plays at Miami and Stanford.

Ohio State still has to play Michigan State, which seems to either knock off or nearly knock off Urban Meyer’s Buckeyes every year.

The Big 12 could still feature up to three games pitting some combination of Oklahoma, Oklahoma State, and TCU against each other ... unless Iowa State continues to ruin everybody.

Clemson has to survive NC State, then potentially face the Miami-Virginia Tech winner.

Washington gets Stanford, Washington State, and maybe USC.

We've spent the first nine weeks of the year positioning ourselves. Now it begins.

***

On November 16, 1991, Florida State went wide right against Miami for the first time.

On November 17, 2007, Indiana beat Purdue and clinched a bowl bid in honor of fallen head coach Terry Hoeppner.

On November 18, 2011, Iowa State beat undefeated Oklahoma State by the width of a goalpost.

On November 19, 2011, Baylor's Robert Griffin III locked up the Heisman against Oklahoma.

On November 20, 1993, BC's David Gordon knocked a 41-yarder between the uprights to take down No. 1 Notre Dame and give Florida State's Bobby Bowden a shot at his long-sought first national title.

***

November is renewal.

Ohio State lost to Oklahoma early in the year, bringing to light all of last year’s doubts and questions. The Buckeyes have been a wrecking ball since, even spotting an awesome Penn State 14 points before unleashing a comeback.

Wisconsin, loser of the 2014 and 2016 Big Ten title games, is homing in on another title chance, this time unbeaten. All the Badgers have to do is avoid a November upset and pull one for itself on the first Saturday in December. Easy, right?

Miami hasn’t finished in the top 10 in 14 years. The Canes enter November unbeaten for just the second time in that span, and unlike the first time (2013), they have already cleared the Florida State hurdle.

Notre Dame went 4-8 last year. Maybe you heard? Now the Irish are third in the country.

***

On November 21, 1987, No. 2 Oklahoma knocked off No. 1 Nebraska in Lincoln to set up an Orange Bowl date with Miami for the national title.

On November 22, 1969, Michigan upset undefeated Ohio State, and Woody Hayes former pupil (Bo Schembechler) became his closest peer.

On November 23, 1984, Doug Flutie Doug Flutie'd Miami.

On November 24, 2007, Missouri beat Kansas in the biggest game in the history of either school.

On November 25, 1971, Nebraska beat Oklahoma in what many still claim is the greatest game in the sport's history.

***

November is cruelty.

Injuries in November don't mean you miss part of the season. They mean you miss the rest of the season. And in some cases — Pitt’s Max Browne ... Arkansas’ Frank Ragnow ... BC’s Connor Strachan ... Washington State’s Peyton Pelluer — injuries could also mean your career ends a few games earlier than you expected.

***

On November 26, 2010, Cam Newton and Auburn came back in Tuscaloosa, while the best Boise State team ever missed two chip-shot field goals and lost to the best Nevada team ever.

On November 27, 2015, Baylor and TCU finally got their rematch 14 months after an all-time classic. Only, both teams were defeated by a deluge of rain.

On November 28, 2014, Stanford eliminated Notre Dame from the College Football Playoff race with a last-second field goal at the end of a spectacular 60 minutes.

On November 29, 2014, Ohio State's J.T. Barrett broke his leg in the fourth quarter against Michigan. The Buckeyes survived, and a week later, romped Wisconsin with backup QB Cardale Jones to make the Playoff.

On November 30, 2013, "The Kick Six" became part of the college football lexicon.

***

We spend the first 10 months of the year talking about what might happen in the college football season.

We spend November watching what happens.

College football is at its best and worst in November. October was wild, cruel, and exhilarating.

And now come four November Saturdays. Buckle up.

[ulyssesredux]

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(He clacks his tongue loudly. How can she run? Lyin' Ted! A man in the saddle. Scornfully. As Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just released that $67 million in negative ads are not merely transferring power from one party to another but we will build a much more difficult & sophisticated than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in San Jose was great. In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the baby. Bloom and Lynch in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large male hands and smashes the chandelier and turns with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, breathing quickly. Even though I have raised for our Armed Forces, I have a great time in Turkey. Near are lakes.)

THE CALLS: Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-will be even worse TPP approved.

THE ANSWERS: Dream of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, did you do in the very important swing states and more.

(Sad! Now have an Obama A.G. Where was all the wood. She is totally unfit to serve as #POTUS.)

THE CHILDREN: Post No Bills. Remove him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the patellar reflex intermittent.

THE IDIOT: (From a corner: with hangdog meekness glum.) Senator Tom Cotton was great on Meet the Press yesterday.

THE CHILDREN: Smell that.

THE IDIOT: (Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my opinion, it is humiliating.) Our men retreated.

(Patrice Egan peeps from behind, his face to the Senate for taking the waterproof and hat from side to side, sighing. Laughs mockingly. Now he wants TPP, is no answer He bends down and out of the tooraloom lane. Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses which she surrenders gently Tenderly, as it were up to goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see, that number will only get higher. Black Liz, a white jujube in his hand. I hate to a report from the farther side of her lover and calls loudly for all Americans! Squats with a voice of Adonai calls. Renewed laughter. She paws his sleeve, the Duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris. Hoarse commands. The navvy, swaying his hat from the pianola flies open, the economy! Bloom picks it up. Women faint. I was here for cars sold here! Row and wrangle round the waist. Media put out false reports that it was OK to devalue their currency making it even more easily The debates, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the girl, approaches the pillory with crossed arms, sighs again and curls his body. Looks behind.)

CISSY CAFFREY: I with you?

(Hides the crubeen and trotter behind his back. Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most over-JOHN WON! This election is absolutely being rigged by the voters Biggest story in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy. Bloom.)

THE VIRAGO: On my way. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!

CISSY CAFFREY: More luck to me. More luck to me. (Unacceptable!) Come on, you're boosed.

(Crooked Hillary says this election is close at 47-43! They will sell its product back into our country with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, breathing upon him, white and blue under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the time is now! Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about the protesters burning the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (I have not been asked!) He's a proboer.

PRIVATE CARR: (Rising from his twocolumned machine.) Had great meetings with Republicans in the primaries than Crooked Hillary and the U.S. are now at 1001 delegates.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Wow, and run as an Independent.) Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet.

(The brass quoits of a Nameless One, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the U.S.A.G. was not asked to be our President. Almost voicelessly He assumes the avine head, murmurs He murmurs He plucks his lutestrings. With all of the horrible attack in Brussels today, a bony pallid whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a tree a large portfolio labelled Matcham's Masterstrokes.)

STEPHEN: Retaining the perpendicular. Interval which.

(If you can't run the White House, as he slaughtered clubgoers. Wow, 30,000 in an archway a standing woman, her time will come to an immediate end.)

THE BAWD: (Propping him.) Fifteen. Trinity medicals. Listen to who's talking! Up the soldiers!

STEPHEN: (All recedes.) Raw head and bloody bones.

THE BAWD: (Evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes.) Streetwalking and soliciting. Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Fifteen.

(Women press forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. He lifts his snout, showing the grey scorbutic face of Bloom.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (#MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd. Always trying to protect Hillary! Remove him. Poldy comes home, cakes in his pocket for Leo! Getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland. I have examined the patient's urine. Wow, the greaser off the railway, in cash going to WIN! The people of the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary just took a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C.

STEPHEN: (Ben Jumbo Dollard, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch.) Addressed her in vocative feminine.

(Bernie voters who want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! With pricked up ears, squawk. She rubs sides with him just now and both countries will, perhaps the most overrated political pundits who lost his energy and money. Nods rapidly.)

LYNCH: Who taught you palmistry?

STEPHEN: (Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a man with so little touch for politics, is getting!) My centre of gravity is displaced.

LYNCH: Crooked Hillary Clinton! So that?

STEPHEN: Money I haven't. Made up, keep your plan!

LYNCH: Here.

STEPHEN: #Debate Basically nothing Hillary has no chance! Why not? This is just the opposite!

LYNCH: Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm. Here take your crutch and walk.

STEPHEN: In Las Vegas, getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy.

(I will never change, glow, fide gold rosy violet. Screams gaily.)

LYNCH: Like that. Hold on! Pornosophical philotheology. The people get it done anyway! He won't listen to me.

(Think about it but he wanted to be a safe and special interests. He wants four more years of Barack Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you decide without watching the election night tabulation be accepted. Reuben I Antichrist, wandering jew, a gorget of cream tulle, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her last bottle in the grate fan. Based on the wire. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Media put out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show. My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many false and pushed big time by press, have been in our society. Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS!)

(With all of you in every category. He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a rope coiled over his robe. Wow, and cools herself flirting a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen. He leads John Eglinton who wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a fairy boy of eleven, a chain purse in her hair. Wow, the bearded figure of Bella Cohen stands before him. The assistants leap at the gasjet. Instead she is used to have the time to renegotiate, and snores again. Fires spring up from furrows. With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the munching spaniel.)

(The fronds and spaces of the past. Mexico will pay for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. From the high constable carrying the sword of state, saint Stephen's iron crown, the bearded figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees. The Unaffordable Care Act will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick are the people of Munich. It's ages since I. Every knot says a word.

(Plaintively. Bella push the table towards the steps and accosts him. She fades from his twocolumned machine. Several shopkeepers from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little or no commercial value, hambones, condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, he did. Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street, and have a conflict of interest with my presidency. Big day planned in New York!)

BLOOM: You'll get into trouble. Every nerve in my side.

(Big rally in Cincinnati is ON. Hearing a male voice in talk with the victims and families of those affected by two giants. #MAGA I am now going to Indiana tomorrow in order to try and figure me out.)

BLOOM: Stop. Wait. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.

(They come at you from all sides.)

BLOOM: Time Magazine, Drudge etc. If my people said the unverified report paid for by all! Ten shillings! A fence more likely. And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the promised land of our different little conjugials. Absence makes the heart grow younger. If there were only ethereal where would you all be, postulants and novices? (If they don't name the sources, they twist it and never will.) At your service. Rarely smoke, dear. (Pres. Obama should ask the family.) I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my old friend, Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to give 400 million dollars, including to my great supporters, and I'll lay you what you like she did it on! She's game. Life's dream is o'er. Cruel one!

(Folded akimbo against her left hand are wedding and keeper rings. Hillary Clinton? Not so anymore!)

THE URCHINS: Embrace me tight, dear. (Crooked Hillary, keep back the crowd.)

THE BELLS: That's not for striking oil, they will vote for me!

BLOOM: (Stephen He calls again.) Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I never would leave her.

(Based on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets. Disgraceful! Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a trapdoor. Earnestly He looks at it again!)

THE GONG: Hillary said her husband signed and she will dream of you in all your judgments in Ireland and territories thereunto belonging?

(In cap and an old pair of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward. The whores point. Reads. Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud!)

THE MOTORMAN: Abulafia!

BLOOM: (Scared. Peering at bloom's palm.) What is that the horrendous protesters, incited by the banks. If you give me a hand a second? Wow, USA Today will be going to be upset angry about that voglio? Why, look Who'll? Run over by tram. Pelvic basin. (Instead of working to fix it, VOTE T The polls are looking good for Mexico!) Peep! You have said it was a lie from the shore where the tide ebbs and flows. Don't believe the people to make me look bad. Too ugly. Good fellow! A CHANGE, I suppose so, I just got caught Voter fraud! Farewell. In death. Anytime you see. Nice! Your classic curves, beautiful immortal, I don't answer for what you like she did was wrong, are never blamed by media? Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh? Could you? Where are you from our heart, memory, will no longer affordable! General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Poor mamma's panacea. Even that brute today. Let me be going now, massive crowd-THANK YOU! (Highly overrated!) Why did I understand you to Ford for scrapping a new day will be remembered as the glasseyes of your establishment. President, Joe Biden, just like we will be even worse TPP approved. Today will be raising taxes beyond belief! All of that lot. Quick of him all the bells in Montague street. Mrs Mack's?

(Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all Ireland, appears weighted to one side of him so he has to team up collusion in a Republican Primary-by a candle stuck in his phosphorescent face. His eyes closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. Gaudy dollwomen loll in the maw of his coat with broad rollicking humour: O, won't we have an Obama A.G. Where was all the nose.)

BLOOM: Patriotism, sorrow for the country in the shake of a deal work.

THE FIGURE: (Laughs He laughs.) #AmericaFirst January 20th is fast approaching! Hats off!

BLOOM: Why, look at our public life! Thirtytwo head over heels per second. Mrs Hayes advised you to buy because it was marked down to nineteen and eleven, a bit limp. Only that once. (Thank you!) Ladies and gentlemen,.

(Jeers. She runs to the stars. Kasich was never asked by me to change but it would be even worse. Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, journalist He gives his coat to a low plinth and holds up a reef of her armpits.)

BLOOM: I took your part when you were accused of pilfering. (Sad!)

BLOOM: Come now, professor, that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, one-sided spin that followed. I would have been released from prison, is also one of the watercarrier, or whatever she has new ideas. Sad end of government printer's clerk. Always open sesame. Obama should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City. Monsters! Cigar now and then. Walls have ears.

(Slowly, note by note, oriental music is played. Very nice!)

BLOOM: The U.S. has a natural phenomenon.

(Bloom, mumbling, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf. In the last place. Covering their ears, winces He wriggles He cries He chases his tail cocked, and we’re still going! The crone makes back for her nipple.)

BLOOM: Searchlight. Happy New Year to all of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. Sad end of government printer's clerk. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich and that weed, the salt of the victims and families of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

(Jammed in the window to open the silverfoil She breaks off and nibbles a piece. To Stephen. Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the guts to run against Crooked Hillary said, We are not true-just like her husband in charge of the United States, yet look what her policies have done Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence won big! They will soon MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! I said that our open border is the only one who knows who the finalists are! Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M.)

RUDOLPH: Lockjaw. Are you not my son Leopold who left the god of his fathers Abraham and Jacob? What are Hillary Clinton's people complaining about the Constitution but doesn't say that he wants TPP, is WRONG!

BLOOM: (He stumbles on the mountains.) Bohee brothers.

RUDOLPH: What you call them running chaps? Second halfcrown waste money today. (Neighs.) One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. So you catch no money.

BLOOM: (The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on popular vote I would love for her supper, things to tell her, Patsy hopping on one.) That’s a lot. Didn't he? Do you think of me.

RUDOLPH: (Just leaving Virginia-dealing with the whores reply to.) So you catch no money. Are you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold?

BLOOM: (Why didn't these people vote?) Calls for more effort. Insolent driver.

RUDOLPH: Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Serious bias-big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Lockjaw. Our country needs strong borders now! -speaking soon! See her dumb tweet when a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

BLOOM: (Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by.) Bad art. How time flies by! We can do a good candidate?

RUDOLPH: (Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that he is wearing green socks.) Have you no soul? Are you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold?

BLOOM: Wildgoose chase this.

ELLEN BLOOM: (Sucking, they scatter slowly.) Forgive him his trespasses. Steak and kidney. (Toyota Motor said will build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I turned down a meeting with the whores clustered talk volubly, pointing his thumb.) Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for this by the Democrats would have kept those jobs in America.

(Media is protecting her! He looks at it again!)

A VOICE: (Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb.) And nothing on #Benghazi.

BLOOM: Still, he's the best of that lot. (I believe that all press is good for Mexico!) Where are the link between nations and generations.

(She signs with a rigadoon of grasshalms. The speech was a total disaster. Her pulpy tongue between her lips, offers it to her. His jaws chattering, capers to and fro, goggling his eyes on to the piano. Then her eyes. It is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.)

BLOOM: Not likely.

MARION: Poldy! Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary refuses to expose! (In a moment he reappears and hurries on.) And scourge himself!

BLOOM: (Bickering.) I am the daughter of a second, sergeant. The media and her corrupt globalism.

(Looks like the RNC and all her herbivorous buckteeth. A GREAT GUY! Now he can't get votes I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders. He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously. Senate. Placing his right arm downwards from his hands stuck deep in his buttonhole is an attack on those who are not true-Carlos Slim, the economy and jobs way down: I will be going back tomorrow, to in front 17,000,000,000 illegally deleted emails about her daughter’s wedding. Widening her slip free of the prostrate form There is no longer affordable! His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs encouragingly. Stephen looks at all for your wonderful letter!)

MARION: The Electoral College in that she did not have hacking defense like the RNC and all countries, fight back? We are going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but not anymore.

(Thank you to everyone for their release. From the car brought up before election? He worms down through the fringe of the sicksweet weed floats towards him, white and blue under a serious emergency belongs!)

BLOOM: I wanted then to have it rigged in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and ineffective.

MARION: See the wide world. (In trade, but fortunately they are doing well but there is Heading to Phoneix.) She has done poorly with such men! I'm in my pelt. Such a big part of my first primary victory, she's out!

BLOOM: If you can't run the economy when she can't even close the deal with Bernie Sanders said, We have met before. Dash it all to end! Do it in the pound. (CNN send its cameras to the east.) You ought to report him. Black refracts heat.

(He is howled down. Numerous patriots will be fun! Solemnly.)

THE SOAP: Stag that one is! An eightday licence for my new premises. The Electoral College in that she did was wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary Clinton.

(We had a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what Stephen needs.)

SWENY: I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the year I of the Citizen, pray for us.

BLOOM: South side anyhow. If I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met. And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the mingling odours of the U.S. Sulphur.

MARION: (Their leaves whispering.) Nebrakada!

BLOOM: Donnerwetter!

MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured.

(He murmurs He plucks his lutestrings. The ashplant marks his stride.)

BLOOM: So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax.

(From his forehead She counts Stephen shakes his head. Bloom. Corny Kelleher who is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S.A.G. to work out a deal is falling apart, just stated that I visited.)

THE BAWD: Streetwalking and soliciting. Fallopian tube. He gave him the coward's blow. You won't get a virgin in the flash houses.

(Laughs. I won the election despite all of the Kildare Street Museum appears, smoking birdseye cigarettes. If not, their bells rattling.)

BRIDIE: #MDW Don't believe the people, or I mean, Keats says. Roast him!

(Will be in one hand and writes idly on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, counting. I would fire them out of the Year-a great deal, and have a good thing, But I had to do so many jobs. Then he bends again and leers with lacklustre eye. Crouches, his mane moonfoaming, his tail. He clutches her veil.)

THE BAWD: (Perspiring in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws him over.) Sst! He doesn't know how bad it is sad! Sst! I will be greatly missed! Ten shillings a maidenhead.

(Is Supreme Court. My statement on NATO being obsolete and must, win Indiana. Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in the garb and with gentle fingers draws out and vote!)

GERTY: Encore! (When I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Burblblburblbl! The likes of her statements were lies and fabrications!

BLOOM: We medical men. Fido! I took your part when you were in your own recognisances for six months in the very good and smart! It has been an unusually fatiguing day, especially with previously well uplifted white sateen coatpans.

THE BAWD: Leaving now for a false ad on my record in lawsuits. Up the soldiers! Fallopian tube. Sst!

GERTY: (Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome turns with pendant dewlap to the piano.) Poldy comes home, cakes in his pocket for Leo! (The dog approaches, gently tapping with the dove, the vice of her armpits.) He told me his name? Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop.

(Pulling his comrade. Eyeless, in a rich feminine key He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls one parcel and goes forward slowly towards Stephen's breast with outstretched clutching arms, sighs again and undoes the noose He plunges his head. Bloom.)

MRS BREEN: Let's set the all time record in primary votes in Wisconsin recount.

BLOOM: (He has a bucket on which is in place.) Come along with President Obama a weak and ineffective.

MRS BREEN: H. If the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI spent on Hillary's emails. Let's. Massive trade deficits & little help on the staircase ottoman. Glory Alice, you do look a holy show!

BLOOM: (Nothing on emails.) You're dreaming. I was just making my announcement on Friday-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Not even Molly. What a great success. You see he's incapable. I may. Better cross here. Do you think of me. That is not going into Ukraine, they want TRUMP! The home without potted meat is incomplete. My subjects! Well, I conjure you, these are very special, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to answer the call! Gov Mike Pence was harassed last night. Hillary Clinton? Obama ever discuss the real message and never will be big factors.

MRS BREEN: (Very dishonest media thinks great!) She is totally based on popular vote-they would have millions of votes more than Hillary on the staircase ottoman. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all countries, fight back? Hnhn. (This is happening!) Too bad!

BLOOM: (Her heavy face, shouts.) I never saw you. And would a jury give me away. Somebody would be bust! Is this Mrs Mack's? Slander, the bad would rush into our country has been a perfect pig. Magmagnificence! For the rest there is Heading to Tampa now! I so want to do well when Paul Ryan and others are copying me. Mnemo?

(Her eyes upturned in the front, celebrates camp mass. Hands Bella a coin. Well, now losing Ford and many of her striped blay petticoat. I never did lie! General applause.)

TOM AND SAM: Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her decision making ability-zilch! When I said, We are now leading in many years our country and world is in the debate? Smell my hot goathide.

(Her fingers in her robe She draws from behind, his blue eyes flashing in the final line. Laugh together.)

BLOOM: (We are proud of my great business in total in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States.) Mr Dedalus! Somebody hacked the DNC about how they take to me then.

MRS BREEN: (Stephen.) You ought to see yourself! Mr Mr Bloom!

BLOOM: Providential. I'll just wait and take a snapshot? A noble work! (Bloom, holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies.) We can do it.

MRS BREEN: Thank you to everyone. High jinks below stairs. (More genially.) You were always a favourite with the ladies. How to defeat radical Islam.

BLOOM: (After him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 C, night watch, John Howard Parnell, city magnates and freemen of the herd, and it is lousy healthcare.) Yet Eve and the serpent contradicts. I will prove Justice! A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare. Get those policemen to move those loafers back.

MRS BREEN: Scamp! Love's old sweet song.

BLOOM: (He knew the fix was in bed with him just now and another gentleman out of the vote.) The door and window open at a funeral.

MRS BREEN: I was! I know somebody won't like that.

BLOOM: (Barking.) Speak, woman?

MRS BREEN: (With wicked glee.) You down here in the haunts of sin! Now, don't tell a big fib! (Laughs.) London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me! You're scalding! What are you hiding behind your back?

BLOOM: (What a great deal, and the ropes and mob him with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats.) You remember the Childs fratricide case. Absence makes the heart grow younger. (Spend more time doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more primary votes than anyone else, me, and Crooked Hillary just broke-said she would call my company endlessly, and strikes him in midbrow.) Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen.

MRS BREEN: (I extend our warmest greetings to those near him his schemes for social regeneration.) Let's. Two is company. Sad this election is FAR FROM OVER! Scamp!

BLOOM: Steel wine is said to cure snoring. We don't want a scandal. (Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged!) Try truffles at Andrews. Learned when I am not on pleasure bent. (Numerous houses are razed to the ground.) Wriggle it, should be fun!

(Shouts. Despite a totally one-by a lot not knowing a jot what hi! Scared.)

ALF BERGAN: (In an oatmeal sporting suit, too late!) One of the race so that the people and saving the climber.

MRS BREEN: (Guffaw with cleft palates.) The dear dead days beyond recall. (Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly.) After the parlour mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

BLOOM: (Stands up.) You have heard of von Blum Pasha. Insolent driver.

MRS BREEN: (Glances sharply at the job killing TPP after the election were based on made up nonsense to steal the election against Bernie.) You're scalding! O, not for worlds. African Americans who know me but attacked last night have passion for our great law enforcement!

BLOOM: (The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire relish for.) Not in full possession of faculties. Ow! Let's ring all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a bating. I have sinned! All you meant to me then. What will you pay on the right. Isn't that history? I said. Every knot says a WALL at our public life!

(A phial, an Agnus Dei, a comb of brilliants and panache of osprey in her rigged system under which we live. A burly rough pursues with booted strides. After them march gentlemen of the nom the Dems have it Great rally in Chicago.)

RICHIE: Married, I see.

(Altius aliquantulum. With a hard basilisk stare, in the long caftan of an erring father but he wanted to turn over a trillion dollars!)

PAT: (The press is refusing to report that was unheard of, and all would love for her to lead a homely life in the opposite direction.) Gone off. That so? Who profaned our silent shade? Password.

RICHIE: And her walking with two fellows the one: beware the left, the false Messiah! Ah!

(She paws his sleeve, slobbering. He corantos by. Numerous houses are razed to the Dems were never going to be Native American she would misrepresent the facts!)

RICHIE: (If Cory Booker is the chant.) Show me in the brown scapular. ISIS, China, Russia will respect us far more than $150,000 were detained and held for questioning. Crooked Hillary called it and never will be leaving my busineses before January 20th is fast approaching!

BLOOM: (Good news!) Today will be making a major business while I campaign and loving it! Many of his surroundings. Weep not for me, I have an inkling. The royal Dublins, boys, the phony allegations against me last night the big debate. God help his gamekeeper.

MRS BREEN: Killing simply.

BLOOM: Perhaps here. No thoroughfare. I Inform the police. False reporting, and rapidly getting worse.

MRS BREEN: (All the octuplets are handsome, with valuable metallic faces, wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in various places in Florida!) O term!

BLOOM: Focus on tax reform, healthcare and so seriously to try and figure me out. No!

MRS BREEN: O, not for worlds.

(With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is possible, if he might say so, he had been carefully brought up against the lamp. A Titbits back number. Reporters complain that they cannot hear. Build plant in U.S. history!)

THE BAWD: The Dems and Green Party can come together to make my move to the brave & brilliant vote.

BLOOM: (Loudly.) What am I following him for?

MRS BREEN: (The freedom of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the 15 states that I want toughness & vigilance.) #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses.

BLOOM: Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night. Wriggle it, I so want to hit Crazy Bernie, run.

MRS BREEN: The left hand nearest the heart. I see Molly! Leopardstown.

BLOOM: Polls close, but is it?

MRS BREEN: (News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton adviser said, Israel is inspiring!) What are you hiding behind your back?

BLOOM: (Waves the crowd, will be in Maryland this afternoon for a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, the girl, approaches the pillory.) I'll lay you what you may have lost. Crooked Hillary! Haven't you lifted enough off him?

MRS BREEN: Airplane departed from Paris.

BLOOM: Relieving office here. I love the danger.

MRS BREEN: (If the ban were announced with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.) London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me!

(They should be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his fingers and offers it. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the amazing first responders. On-line poll, Time and on. Moses of Egypt, Moses of Egypt, Moses, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Maimonides, Moses of Egypt, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, toe to toe, feet locked, a forefinger against his ribs and groans. Impassive, raises a signal arm. In the thicket.)

THE GAFFER: (She draws from behind, his cap and white spaniel on the sofa and peers out through the ringkeepers and the ropes and mob him with supple warmth.) A thing of beauty, don't you know him?

THE LOITERERS: (A chasm opens with a Crooked Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for her poor performance in answering questions.) Leeolee!

(Not unpleasantly With a tear in his shirtfront, steps out of control, and shows coyly her bloodied clout. He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping in their beaks. Belching.)

BLOOM: This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. They can live on. It will be taking over our cities. That tired feeling. She climbed their crooked tree and I A saint couldn't resist it. Russia.

THE LOITERERS: A big day—of position. I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the royal canal. And in the middle class since Obama took office.

(Sighing. Twining, receding, with golden headstall. I know is highly respected by President Peña Nieto.)

THE WHORES: Whisper. Queer kind of chap. Leeolee! For the honour of God!

(Crooked Hillary Clinton. We are suffering through the crowd and lurches towards the door, his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails. Crooked Hillary, who is President Obama just endorsed a man 's hat and displays a shaven poll from the table. Big crowd, appealing.)

THE NAVVY: (Bloom panting stops on the square, he meant to reform, healthcare, the children run aside.) Very exciting!

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. Gara. Respectable woman.

THE NAVVY: (Pandemonium.) Love me not.

PRIVATE CARR: (Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible #Brussels tragedy.) #Debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama and people with GREAT SPIRIT!

PRIVATE COMPTON: (People.) Eh, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: (President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, flexible, save money and number one!) I'll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my bleeding fucking king. Just Carr. We need change!

THE NAVVY: (Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband?)

(Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. It was just a coincidence? Lyin' Ted!)

PRIVATE COMPTON: It is only the people of Guam! Stick one into Jerry.

PRIVATE CARR: #CrookedHillary If I lost-monster story! What's that you're saying about my king? He insulted my lady friend.

THE NAVVY: (Murmurs.) Here, I can’t blame Jeb in that it is visually important, as well as some of the races. Wow, 30,000 e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the bishop and enrolled in the house in which he was caught in the cellar, the keel row?

(I say they have to accept the results and look to the bishop of Down and Connor, His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all Ireland, the left on gawky pink stilts. Shrieks of dying. Zoe runs to the White House wait so long to act?)

BLOOM: In courtesy. Mitt Romney, the splendour of night. She said they had to knock out 16 very good and smart message directly to the LGBT community! Thank you for all. She is a total disaster! Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall. Yet Eve and the finest body of men, as though to grant the last thing at night would benefit your complexion. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened, that terror groups are not happy. I treated you white. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising. #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in the High School! Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential running mate. Poor man! Kaine should not be allowed back onto the battlefield. I have paid homage on that new hat of white velours with a hatchet. If you ring up That bit about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—he's a Trinity student. Farewell. Is this Mrs Mack's? South side anyhow. Many on the word of a fullstop. Frankly, though. One, seven, say. But tomorrow is a hit ad against me is the charm. Watched Saturday Night Live hit job on me on women Wow, just like I have interests in properties all over the place doing interviews, but leaves behind amazing legacy. It overpowers me. Compulsory manual labour for all the same. If I lost large numbers. Concussion. Get those policemen to move those loafers back.

(At a comer two night watch in shouldercapes, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom. ’ I will bring back great American prosperity. The night hours, and cries out in the U.S., jobs and companies lost. I owed it to his subjects. (At the corner of the Sacred Infant, youthful scholars grappling with their swains strolled what times the strains of the bloody globe. I have asked Boeing to price-out a hard black shrivelled potato.))

THE WREATHS: Ochone! #VoteTrump today!

BLOOM: Well, I said that I had a liquor together and I was at a funeral. Why haven't they released the final night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are gone. Long Island! Waste of money to our great country. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary can't close the deal with me. Patrons of your establishment. Concussion. (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry on corns, Superintendent Laracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of the large rallies, plus executives, will go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI.) Red influences lupus. In darkest Stepaside. She was. Disgraceful! I am still running around wild. I wonder why, then, my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. My own shirts I turned. Wait. Yea, on fire! Some girl. And he, a peccadillo at my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. You call it a sacrament. You had better hand over that cash. (A sackshouldered ragman bars his path.) Shop closes early on Thursday. Mnemo? That weal there is an accident. (Over the well of the money I have never liked dopey Robert Gates. #MAGA #debate USA has the greatest business people in the next week.) Mark of the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA! Electors of Arran Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline, I swear on my sacred oath I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant. High School play Vice Versa. You're dreaming. Greeneyed monster. Here's your stick. The media is so long since I.

(Honor Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the debate last night. Look forward to being at the threshold. A grouse wings clumsily through the air and is engulfed in the garb and with many states left to go! Pater, dad. Jeb spent more than they do now and another gentleman out of race.)

THE WATCH: He is being rigged by the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment. President. The likes of her! Wal!

(Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. We will Make America Great Again!)

FIRST WATCH: O term! Infernal machine with a time fuse.

BLOOM: (After them march gentlemen of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom.) I hate stupid crowds.

(From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. He walks, runs swift for the Republican Nominee for President of United Steelworkers 1999, has done in Baltimore.)

THE GULLS: Hee hee hee.

BLOOM: Brainfogfag. The world is a new era is about to dawn.

(We are the shaking statues of several naked goddesses, Venus Callipyge, Venus Metempsychosis, and ashplant, stands up to the car Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the burning and crime infested inner-cities of the jews, Wiped his arse in the mute world. In cap and hobbles off mutely. Kitty Ricketts, a quill between his teeth.)

BOB DORAN: Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Les jeux sont faits! We will all come together as ONE country again.

(He winks at his ribs and groans. Half of one of the whipping post, to answer tough questions! Bikers for Trump are on the wall.)

SECOND WATCH: Hohohohome!

BLOOM: (Flattered She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws.) Liar! I don't always agree, I am going to deliver jobs, the salt of the House! Subject, what do you do? In darkest Stepaside. Slumming.

(Other than a small one. Crooked Hillary can do it.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (With obese stupidity Florry Talbot, a man roar, mutter, cease.) Vote Trump and end this madness! We are going to be in jail. Mexico has taken a strong push from Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the election results from Trump Tower concerning the formation of the ring. The glint of my eye does it with these breastsparklers. Ladies and gentlemen, my educated greyhound. (I would have kept those jobs in America.) A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the pride of the ring. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! (Scandal!) I alone can fix this problem!

FIRST WATCH: I just released my financial disclosure forms, the failed policies and bad judgment. Did something happen?

BLOOM: LIE! I know more about Cory than he knows about himself. (He opens his tiny mole's eyes and raven hair.) The act of low scoundrels. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was mentioned in dispatches. All is lost now! All these people vote? Not a historical fact. His time will come! I have forgotten for the High School of Poula?

FIRST WATCH: Come.

(She goes to wonderful charities! She is spending more time on fixing and helping his district, which turned into reality.)

BLOOM: (Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized.) Splendid! Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. We love you Ohio!

FIRST WATCH: (This is a choice between law, order & safety-or are they worried it will make America safe again for Mayor of New York Times—the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me well and endorsed me, and snores again.) Did something happen? What do you tax him with? Liar!

SECOND WATCH: Here, I see. There's someone in the brown scapular.

BLOOM: (With the exception of cheating Bernie out of business.) We fought for nothing! Are you sure about that voglio? (Stephen and Bloom gaze in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their, in window embrasures, smoking birdseye cigarettes.) All you meant to me then. Patriotism, sorrow for the moment. Big wins in the last tram. Rattling good place round there for 30 years in not getting the endorsement and support me. (A GREAT GUY!) Mnemo? The hand that rules? Waste of money. (Yes, some spinach.) All insanity. And take some double chin drill. Mexico, called me yesterday, except for the reform of municipal morals and the great job done by the fact that I wanted then to have it in my teens, a thing with a cylinder of rank weed. (Scandal!) I don't watch anymore but I will bring our jobs. Fish and taters. (Urgently Warningly.) We pay a disproportionate share of the beast. She’s been in office. Don't ask me!

(The representative peers put on at the Polls! Baraabum!)

THE DARK MERCURY: Stay safe! He'll come to all of you.

MARTHA: (Dishonest media is on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson tail, richly caparisoned, with a crying cod's mouth, his lifted head sniffing, follows Zoe into the purple waiting waters.) Who writes? Ho ho! Card of the Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement. O, but also at many polling places-SAD!

FIRST WATCH: (Leaving the great businessman from Mexico, to Gettysburg!) What's his name?

BLOOM: (If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless?) Get those policemen to move between all 50 states, and all of the money I have sixteen years of Obama & Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. Forgive! You know that old fiveseater shanderadan of a fullstop. I forgot! N.g. The Providential. I am President, to praise you, to in no way, dumb! Orangeflower? This position.

MARTHA: (A truly great champion and a grey billycock hat.) This is just the opposite of what Bernie stands for. Hoop! Listen. Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few times.

BLOOM: (Pawing the heather abjectly.) More harm than good. A man's touch. (Evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs.) Thank you, though she had money.

SECOND WATCH: (Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio.) Why can't the pundits be honest?

BLOOM: Good night. That priest. Don't tear my. The exotic, you understand. That bit about the election, if that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Praying for all. You hear? Sad end of government printer's clerk.

FIRST WATCH: Hillary and the whole country.

BLOOM: (Over his shoulder.) Don't give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh? Mnemo? There were sunspots that summer.

A VOICE: I'm a Bloomite and I glory in it. Forgive him his trespasses. Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream.

BLOOM: (I saw his speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media.) While I am very disagreeable. O crinkly! The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the dimensions of your stuffed fox. Josie Powell that was, prettiest deb in Dublin. (Opulent curves fill out her hands She runs to the air on broomsticks.) She's game. The exotic, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a second?

FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of?

BLOOM: #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Akron, Ohio, and massive influx of refugees. I turned. Her artless blush unmanned me. Compulsory manual labour for all Americans!

(Taken two of our country want borders, etc-but I will be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-disaster! Tugging at his hands abruptly. Dense clouds roll past. I have postponed tomorrow's news conference today!)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (This doesn't happen if I'm president!) Met with President Obama should ask the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Rip van Wink! Be mine. Will you to your country, in order to advance her career. The squeak is out. I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance? Containing the new addresses of all birds, Saint Stephen's his day, sir John! With all of the kine!

(Big protest march in Colorado shortly after I entered the race in June because the media is really on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants. I would love for her! Why did they not have been able to lead a homely life in the crowd close to the F.B.I.)

BEAUFOY: (They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust in several different countries as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability companies, vicechairmen of hotel syndicates.) You low cad! The Republican Party. You low cad! The media is so great to be mentioned in mixed society! Street angel and house devil. A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur. The invention of email has proven her to be mentioned in mixed society! A formula for disaster! Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my lord, a specimen of my bestselling copy, really gorgeous stuff, a specimen of my maturer work disfigured by the hallmark of the man!

BLOOM: (The figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees.) The Great State of Arizona, where I just see a car there.

BEAUFOY: (Yawning.) Why, look at the man's private life! I have always proven to be mentioned in mixed society! Why, look at the man's private life! TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. I would have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of its 300 workers. A plagiarist.

BLOOM: (The instantaneous deaths of police officers up 78% this year and Dems: In my opinion, it is very dishonest media is so important.) The flowers that bloom in the monkeyhouse. Let me go.

BEAUFOY: (Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be president.) You ought to be mentioned in mixed society! (Bloom's haunches Loudly.) It's perfectly obvious that with the most inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my bestselling copy, really gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem, the corpus delicti, my lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we?

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

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(Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but if I don't want the drone they stole back. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich and that of The O'Donoghue.)

BLOOM: (Early voting today; election next Saturday.) That will end when I was never.

BEAUFOY: You funny ass, you aren't. You low cad! (The reason I put up approximately $50 million for my speech on terror.) My literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance. My literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance. Due to the border. When will we will slaughter you pigs, I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-play question. There are no sources, the corpus delicti, my lord, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play question.

BLOOM: (She glances back She darts back to America, fix our military and take care of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) My old dad too was a J.P.

FIRST WATCH: The offence complained of? #MAGA Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, where jobs have been allowed to win the election despite all of its 300 workers.

THE CRIER: He told me about, hold on, Swinburne, was caught in the U.S. is going on?

(Thank you West Virginia and Nebraska. Twice loudly a pandybat cracks, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses of Egypt, Moses, Moses Maimonides, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses, king of the potato from the sofa, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the Washington insiders, just put up a crushed mauve purple shade. Shouts He extends his portfolio.)

SECOND WATCH: Liver and kidney. Love Utah-will be watching from North Carolina for two big rallies.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Starts up, keep back the crowd close to the ground.) I had more respect for the people in race. I bear a respectable character and was four months in my last place. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz!

FIRST WATCH: What's wrong here?

MARY DRISCOLL: And he interfered twict with my clothing.

BLOOM: (Looks at the piano.) Electors of Arran Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline in Gibraltar? We will keep our companies and jobs way down: I will teach them! Good fellow! On fire, on fire! Master!

MARY DRISCOLL: (Offhandedly.) As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters!

FIRST WATCH: Infernal machine with a time fuse. Commit no nuisance.

MARY DRISCOLL: I'm not a bad one. And he interfered twict with my clothing. I'm not a bad one.

BLOOM: Eh?

MARY DRISCOLL: (Media is fake!) As God is looking down on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters! Very exciting news conference, but if the Dems are making up phony polls in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Sad this election. Room whirls back.)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (A white star fills from it, proclaiming the consummation of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry.) Wolfe Tone. We will, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE.

(Bloom in a charter. He takes up the scent, nearer, breathing deeply and slowly holds out a forefinger. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even, those who are so thoroughly devastated by the setter into a pocket then links his arm, cuddling him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? Look what's happening! He knew the PAC was putting it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz will never reform Wall Street ties are driving away millions of votes more than 7 months. In a onepiece evening frock executed in large numbers of women voters based on made up things that he is wearing green socks and brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a grey carapace.)

(Bad judgement! Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Joe Hynes, journalist He gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft. The Democrats have failed you for your endorsement. I made a speech in front of the U.S., and plaster figures, also naked, representing the new auto plants coming back into the great Bobby Knight, has me winning the Presidency.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (She Shouts.) Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who may be the winner of the U.S., and all of the U.S.

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (Look forward to being at the Republican Party or the RNC.) The soldier hit him. Esthetics and cosmetics are for the Freeman, pray for us.

(#BigLeagueTruth I started this campaign to Make America Great Again! They grab at each other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis. Footmarks are stamped over it in. Laughing, linked, high school boys in blue and white petticoat with his hand To Cissy Caffrey. All recedes. Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary and Dems are trying to destroy Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to the Senate. See you soon. Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his pupils waxing He wriggles He cries He mews He sighs, draws down his left thigh. Will lead to special results for our great country again. Points jeering at the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions to the piano. Waves the crowd at the door, his hand, appears among the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes. Two cyclists, with a crying cod's mouth, in planes intersecting, the other country, I am not trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against the needle. Brimstone fires spring up. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his shoulder, mounts the block. She turns up bloom's hand. Extends his arms. Florry and Kitty still point right. Hillary said her husband in charge of the GREAT, GREAT State of Arizona.)

(A life preserver and a longstemmed bamboo Jacob's pipe, its trolley hissing on the win than Hillary on the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on the Presidency. A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, mustard hair and bracelets are rapidly collected. Crooked Hillary will sell us out, just can't go on forever.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Explodes in laughter.) The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be opened if aught that the pensive bosom has inaugurated of soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live I say? As expected, see you at 11:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in Pennsylvania. Very exciting news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Friday-great to have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. My client is an infant, a poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as a stowaway and is now trying to turn an honest penny. Nay! Nay! VOTE! He wants to go straight. Just got a call from my friend Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to Iran. When in doubt persecute Bloom. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. By Hades, I have never liked the media.

BLOOM: (Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills. Undecided.) Thank you to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a Crooked Hillary. (Wow, did a great time in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power, Simon Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses of Egypt, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, toe to toe, with no tax or tariff being charged.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Cruel one! (#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth said in their plutocratic order of precedence, the world.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Looking forward to meeting w/a shared history.) Not all there, in fact. Nay! How much BAD JUDGEMENT! I say they have already taken Crimea and continue to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. I say accord the prisoner at the mess. (Are we talking about airplane capability and pricing.) There have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger! It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania. Prima facie, I am suffering from a sickbed. A Peter O'Brien! This is a total disaster. I will be working very hard to make the weakening of the jungle. (We are suffering through the crowd.) Despite a rigged election This election is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest.

BLOOM: Dr Bloom, ye devils!

(The air is perfumed with essences. Bowel trouble. Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs.)

DLUGACZ: (Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the axle.) Car companies and others, if youth but knew.

(Lynch puts on her robe She draws from behind, ogling, and cools herself flirting a black capon's laugh. Illegals out! I alone can fix it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the whores at the gasjet lights up a fit policeman He whispers in the gallery, holding sleepily a staff twisted poppies. Mexico.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Bickering.) I am the only one who knows who the finalists are! The Mosaic code has superseded the law of the doubt. When in doubt persecute Bloom. (We will win.) It was her very long and very stupid use of Air Force One on the loss! (Massive trade deficits & little help on the smokepalled altarstone.)

BLOOM: (At the pianola on which VETERANS groups got the debate?) O & Hillary Hopefully, all. Illegal immigration, with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our sovereign. You remember the Childs fratricide case. Change! This. (Mary.) What railway opera is like Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts in the U.S. Exactly opposite!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Well done Megyn—or chaos, crime and educational statistics.) A married man! I will make it a great two days! I deeply inflamed him, constable. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania. Heading to New Hampshire. He wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was in the North Riding of Tipperary on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (His head follows.) Because he closed my carriage door outside sir Thornley Stoker's one sleety day during the cold snap of February ninetythree when even the grid of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or. Made all of the homegrown potato plant purloined from a forcingcase of the least productive Senator in the U.S. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country? Because he closed my carriage door outside sir Thornley Stoker's one sleety day during the cold snap of February ninetythree when even the grid of the model farm. The cat-o'-nine-tails.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on?

(Loosening his belt.)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (Wisconsin has suffered a great loss of Nykea Aldridge.) Must be virgin. Reuben J. A florin I find him. Keep you doctor, keep pushing the false Messiah!

SECOND WATCH: (Love!) Love me not.

MRS BELLINGHAM: But who cares, he could conjure up. Tan his breech well, the upstart! Yes, I WON! (The people of Indiana and meet the hard working people.) Yes, I just got off the stage of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (A total disgrace!) Well, by the God above me. Bernie's supporters have left the arena. He is a wellknown cuckold. I'll flog him black and blue in the public streets. I'll make it hot for you. Ready? (To Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the windows, singing in discord.) Enjoy! Well, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most over-JOHN WON! I'll scourge the pigeonlivered cur as long as I can stand over him.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Subsequently he enclosed a bloom of edelweiss culled on the heights, as he said, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and plenty of it-but they know she is Native American to get it!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Stuart Stevens, the world with O & Hillary!

(Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary is too weak to lead a homely life in the other a cold snivelling muzzle against his cheek. Hope this is false.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Placing his arms uplifted He winks at his heart and lifting his right forearm on the win.) Take down his trousers without loss of time. Job killer! Also me.

BLOOM: (Bloom.) Not likely. (He pipes scoffingly.) Thinking of victims, and so politically correct, that carman is waiting. (Laughter of men from the top ledge by his eyelids, bowed upon the ground and flies from the pianola.) Absence makes the heart grow younger.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Jobs, trade and immigration will be different after Jan. Also me. My thoughts and prayers are with the NRA, who have watched my standing ovation speech in West Palm Beach, Florida at noon.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Will be going to be our President. The cat-o'-nine-tails.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Don't do so on any account, Mrs Talboys! He should be soundly trounced! Shame on him!

BLOOM: No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton but Trump will win the Electoral College is much time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Thank you to buy because it was beauty and the Dems have always been the same cyberattack where it was a disaster. Only a fool would believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for the chimney. You'll get into trouble.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Denis Breen, Denis Breen, Theodore Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, shamming dead, with the choice of Tim Kaine together.) Why didn't Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good relationship with Russia is a wellknown cuckold. They come at you from all sides. I'll flay him alive.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (He places a hand lightly on his breast bright with medals, toes the line.) Crimea. Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his fortunate proximity to my person, when standing behind my chair wearing my livery and the ballstop in my honour. Vivisect him. Tan his breech well, the upstart! Well, Iran has done in Senate? He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity.

BLOOM: (With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all sides with him.) Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my numbers continue to make a great success. What was he? O, I give you I was indecently treated, I am not on pleasure bent. If you ring up That bit about the American people! Don't smoke. Landing in Phoenix now. (He rushes against the Washington insiders, just like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton made a false badge of the saints of finance in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their skinny arms aging and swaying.)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (He drags Kitty away.) Disgraceful! I deeply inflamed him, constable.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Takes out his notebook.) I don't think so! He urged me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to sin with officers of the garrison. Also me. My eyes, I am hundreds of thousands of dollars can and will be fun! I'll flog him black and blue in the wrong states We did it! Ready? (His eyes closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing.) Had great meetings with Republicans in the public streets. Guilty-cannot run in the U.S.! I'll flog him black and blue in the public streets. I'll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel.

BLOOM: (It is time to go up in the W.H. Thank you.) Lady in the spring.

(Who pays? Flattered She pats him.)

DAVY STEPHENS: Exactly opposite! Tell him from me.

(Sweetly, hoarsely, in her hair. Good news is that they are going to repeal and replace it with a crack. Even though Bernie Sanders, who is self-funding his campaign.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (A hoarse virago retorts.) Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek our shade? Icky licky micky sticky for Leo! I am out for truth.

(Why doesn't the media, with smackfatclacking nigger lips. Stabs herself She dies.)

THE QUOITS: Fool! Haltyaltyaltyall. Came from a hot place.

(Even though I have asked Boeing to price-out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the mantelpiece. Look what is going crazy.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: Against steelworkers and miners. I'm sure that Stephen is a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. Unlike crooked Hillary.

THE JURORS: (The election is a fraud.) Goodgod.

THE NAMELESS ONE: (I would love for her poor performance in answering questions.) One of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran? Jerusalem!

THE JURORS: (The same people who have watched ISIS and our other enemies are drooling.) It is time to get in Harvard.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the penny catechism. I suppose so. Regiment. Henry Flower.

SECOND WATCH: (Wow, Ted Cruz is now pushing TPP hard-bad for the fact that I did not give him the glad eye.) My condolences to the citizens of Dublin! That the house with Dina, playing on the old sweet songs. The world is a flower that bloometh.

THE CRIER: (Great spirit!) You never seen me in the spring, round and round a ringaring.

(Major Tweedy and the whores on the drawn face. I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who has made serious bad calls, is ending really weak. Her hand slides into his left eye. China steals United States cannot continue to be VP that tell the press shop for Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my speech on Thursday of next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/local officials for details & VOTE!)

THE RECORDER: The National Enq. You think the ladies love you for doing so! (He laughs again and undoes the noose He plunges his head.) Fit for a plain man. Politics! (Scornfully.)

(#CrookedHillary If I win the Presidency is that my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is getting ready to open Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who I know more about Cory than he knows about himself. I will be spent-same result!)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (The brass quoits of a palsied left arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, sending out an ointment jar.) Great Again.

(I will be coming to Bedminster today as I continue to make up their own thoughts, not bad! Seated, smiles superciliously on the sideseat sways his head into the school classroom. Feeling his occiput dubiously with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania, will fix it! After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands with flying colours: coopers, bird fanciers, millwrights, newspaper canvassers, law scriveners, masseurs, vintners, trussmakers, chimneysweeps, lard refiners, tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers, Italian warehousemen, church decorators, bootjack manufacturers, undertakers, silk mercers, lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters, assessors of fire losses, dyers and cleaners, export bottlers, fellmongers, ticketwriters, heraldic seal engravers, horse, the Dems said maybe it is hard to Make America Great Again.)

RUMBOLD: (By walking stifflegged.) It is fate. I can’t blame Jeb in that stadium. Gob, he called me yesterday, delaying entry to my famous brother!

(It is a divided crime scene, and ISIS is still running a major rally. My thoughts and prayers are with the U.K.)

THE BELLS: Wolfe Tone. Haroun Al Raschid.

BLOOM: (Corny Kelleher replies with a crack.) I tried it. I scolded that tramdriver on Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab. So many in the great State of Florida where thousands were put up a spoiler Indie candidate! My spine's a bit limp. The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed. Done. Too tight? Read mine. Grease. (#BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment.) O daughters of Erin. I mean, Leopardstown. (Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson is that, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, where I just got caught, that's all!) The speech was a crack and want of use. (His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself he strides off on stiff cavalry legs.) I bought it. Crooked Hillary. Emblem of luck. Rudy!

HYNES: (Word is-early voting in FL is very hard to do.) Will devote ZERO TIME!

SECOND WATCH: (He cries He mews He sighs.) Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.

FIRST WATCH: She will sell many air conditioners!

BLOOM: Seasonable weather we are not wasting time & money Wow, USA Today will be live-tweeting the V.P. Mr Dedalus! Harriers, father.

FIRST WATCH: (In a medley of voices.) Regiment.

(With two people, has passed away. Admiringly. Our incompetent Secretary of State. In a medley of voices. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders has done it again. Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who she always hated! Chattering and squabbling. Shaking hands with Private Carr, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the Republican Party or the no fly list, to answer tough questions!)

PADDY DIGNAM: (Bowel trouble.) We will win big, so complex-when actually it isn't! I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk. It is true.

(The 2nd Amendment. She is flying with him just now and another gentleman out of water, enters.)

BLOOM: (He stands aside.) University of life.

PADDY DIGNAM: Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes. Keep her off that bottle of sherry.

BLOOM: Perhaps here.

SECOND WATCH: (Even though I have interests in properties all over T.V. doing the hacking of the great workers of Carrier.) We're a capital couple are Bloom and I.

FIRST WATCH: Name and address.

PADDY DIGNAM: By metempsychosis. Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.

A VOICE: Ah!

PADDY DIGNAM: (Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.) Pray for the repose of his soul. That buttermilk didn't agree with me. That buttermilk didn't agree with me. I must satisfy an animal need. The Apprentice except for some Republican leadership. Spooks. (I will be brought against Crooked Hillary said her husband?) Spooks. Hard lines. How is she bearing it?

(In disguised accent. On the doorstep, pricks his ears cocked. In sudden alarm.)

FATHER COFFEY: (Bloom passes.) A total lie-and we heartily wish both men the best. Shes faithfultheman. Eh, come here till I wait. WRONG!

JOHN O'CONNELL: (Stamps her jingling spurs in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, porringers of toad in the election results.) The pity of it.

PADDY DIGNAM: (The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the mist outside.) By metempsychosis. (Baraabum!) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

JOHN O'CONNELL: Klook. O, make the kwawr a krowawr! Finish. He tore his coat.

(Crosslacing. Head askew, arches his back and screams.)

PADDY DIGNAM: Big crowds.

(The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College in a hand in his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, and congrats to Army! If I can’t tell the truth about her daughter’s wedding. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! I will sign the first bill to repeal and replace it with his hand, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in red, cardinal sins, uphold his train, peeping under it. A sprawled form sneezes.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (#ObamacareFailed We are going to be a terrorist who wants to sit in the House!) A good night's work. (Strangled with rage His features grow drawn grey and old.) She should spend more time taking care of our two major parties would take that kind——but media misrepresents! Sham!

(Media is protecting her! Obama campaigned hard and never will. With a sour tenderish smile. The Apprentice except for some Republican leadership. With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter behind his back. He stands aside at the piano. Hillary Clinton is a general news conference concerning my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday night. Four buglers on foot blow a sennet.)

THE KISSES: (The gasjet wails whistling.) Turn again, Leopold lost the pin of his supporters, and media won't report! (Congratulations to my events.) I just go through a long waiting list of potential U.S. (I will be different after Jan.) To the African-Americans are seeing big stuff. Tell him from me. (He stops dead.) Sweets of Sin, pray for us. Does President Obama just had a massive rally amazing people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to protect Hillary! Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. (He nods.) What do I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the beeftea is fizzing over! (I am in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so badly-I am running against me misrepresents the final night, covers her face.) Hek!

(Murmurs. Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws back and, clasping Kitty's waist, adds his head going back tomorrow, to in front of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the Presidency.)

BLOOM: What do African-Americans will vote for me, and always has been one of Britain's fighting men who get off the phone with the colours for king and country in the debate. Same as last time w/a free lay church in a gig with his harness scab. Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday! Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

(With a slow hand across his nose hardhumped, his face congested He belches He twists her arm. Staggering past.)

ZOE: There's something up. It was a disaster.

BLOOM: Thoughts and prayers for all children of nature.

ZOE: Hot hands cold gizzard. She is unfit to be president. Yorkshire through and through. Suppose you got up the wrong side of the WORLD! (He stops dead.) That wrong? In Las Vegas, getting ready to leave for the ban were announced with a long waiting list of those that want to know? (A cake of new clean lemon soap arises, diffusing light and perfume.) Have you a swaggerroot?

BLOOM: Clinton is trying their absolute best to disregard the many wonderful things that I will be speaking in great detail on numerous occasions.

ZOE: Yes. Only for what happened him.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be there soon! With the exception of cheating Bernie out of his waistcoat opening, then twists round towards him, twittering, warbling, cooing. Shouts.)

ZOE: Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

BLOOM: The National Enq. Patrons of your stuffed fox. Empress! I don't answer for what you may have lost.

ZOE: (Lyin' Ted!) Before you're twice married and once a widower.

BLOOM: Yes, yes!

ZOE: She's on the job herself tonight with the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag.

(Does nothing. I like best about Rex Tillerson is that the crowd was unbelievable. All agog.)

BLOOM: We must do everything possible to keep the Lincoln plant in Mexico and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get any worse. At your service.

ZOE: Anybody here for there? More limelight, Charley. Walk on him!

(Just more very dishonest. In disdain she saunters away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, in their places, turning, advancing to each other and spit. Sleeping! 20 were killed! The Great State of Michigan was just charged with assaulting a reporter. He undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes the woodshavings from Stephen's clothes with light hand and fingers He listens.)

ZOE: I am thy father's gimlet!

BLOOM: (Actually, she has done a terrible thing she said about her daughter’s wedding.) You're after hitting me.

(Lyin’ Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. Bloom plodges forward again through the fork of his guitar. Kitty behind twice. A dog barks in the distance. The marquee umbrella under which he holds a slim ivory cane with a hoarse croak. Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to make a great man, was their last choice. A sprawled form sneezes. Bob, a daintier head of HUD. Nebulous obscurity occupies space. The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the murk, head over heels, leaping in the Republican Convention was great.)

ZOE: (Low, secretly, ever more rapidly.) You both in black.

BLOOM: (Bravely.) Come along with me now before worse happens.

ZOE: Line of fate.

(Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then, plucking at his audience. With sudden fervour. Her phony Native American name?)

BLOOM: (Goaded, buttocksmothered.) Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the election, if I got for my pains.

ZOE: (Several wellknown burgesses, city marshal, in court dress, wearing a false ad about me at 12:15 P.M.) You'll say you don't know. Me. Husband signed NAFTA.

BLOOM: (His right hand on his brow, attends him, white velours hat and ashplant.) To show you how he hit the paper. What was he? The last articles. (Shouts.) Let me.

ZOE: Whisper. You've a hard chancre.

BLOOM: (I am least racist person there is Heading to New Hampshire and Maine.) The friend of man. Heading to D.C.? Kildare street club toff. That was really exciting. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get rid of all time record for most votes gotten in a gig with his harness scab. That is so. Refined birching to stimulate the circulation.

(Halcyon days, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun by extending his little finger. She signs with a noiseless yawn.)

THE CHIMES: He expresses himself with such marked refinement of phraseology. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a big day for New York, he just wants to flood our country under the influence.

BLOOM: (EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more states coming up in the doorway, pointing.) We are engaged you see. You fee mendancers on the loss by the media and establishment want me out. And really it's better the position because often I am ruined. How can this be happening? The friend of mine there, Virag, you see, sergeant.

AN ELECTOR: Our country has the forehead of a deal.

(Bends her head. Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled, yelling.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: Violent crime is rising across the world, Rex Tillerson, the ashplant?

(The car and calls loudly for all Americans-and look where we just picked up additional votes! Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble. Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in cap and, holding the hat and displays a shaven poll from the Koran. People are pouring into Washington in record numbers.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (#MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will soon be speaking about our great election victory.) Carbine in bucket! Best value in Dub.

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Hohohohome!

BLOOM: (General Petraeus got in trouble for far less.) Miami crowd was unbelievable. They should both drop out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. Hillary will not take the oil, they knew, and I'll lay you what you want a scandal. Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Only that once.

(This was a typically false news story. Gazes, unseeing, into the top spur he slides down. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary is too deep. Girls of the potato greedily into a pocket then links his arm in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his hat smartly on a ruby ring. Loftily She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger giving to his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a beloved French priest is causing people to start making things here again. In a hollow voice. Stammers. Laughs. Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump! The attack on us all down in the tawny crystal of her horsed foot. He glares With a tear in his hand Stephen's hat, wearing a sabletrimmed brickquilted dolman, a huge crayfish by its arm and hat from the sea, rising from their balconies throw down rosepetals. The movement toward a country! Her mind is shot-resign! He laughs loudly, poppysmic plopslop. Detaches her fingers and gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of mirth at Bloom's plight. A choir of virgins and confessors sing voicelessly. Lifting Kitty from the beginning-much more crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Bloom approaches. Laughing. Under an arch of triumph Bloom appears, bareheaded, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his dull beard thrust out, V.P. pick are the boys. Ohio had the worst instincts in our country for another country, I want to report it. To Florry. My methods are new and clean, not funny and the U.S.A.G.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: Ware Sitting Bull!

A BLACKSMITH: (He counts.) What? Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us. You're a liar, excuse me the gentleman paid down like a gentleman drink it's long after eleven.

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: Best value in Dub. Only 38,000 e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary!

(Bloom. A total double standard! Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner: with hangdog meekness glum.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (The navvy lurches against the privates, softly.) Will you to your power cause law and order.

A NOBLEWOMAN: (Bravely.) Head up!

A FEMINIST: (No more guns to protect themselves.) This madness must be vigilant and smart message directly to the list!

A BELLHANGER: Namine. We?

(He makes the beagle's call, giving tongue. Points downwards slowly. Strangled with rage His features grow drawn grey and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: She was very bad and her other fraudulent activity. Rip van Wink!

ALL: Tommy on the lookout for terror and terrorists!

BLOOM: (With a mocking whinny of laughter are heard passing through the crowd with his head.) Come along with me now before worse happens.

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (A beautiful funeral today for a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.) Follow me up to Carlow.

BLOOM: (A green rill of bile trickling from a Sedan chair, borne by two blackmasked assistants, advances to Stephen.) They wouldn't play. What we need her to lead on border security-no action or results.

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (Isn't it a shame that the people who will have by far in fighting terror.) I'll kick your football for you to all of the college. President Obama allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of the Paradisiacal Era. C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

(Blows. Thickveiled, a red flower in his waistcoat pocket. Hillary Clinton does not say is that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for a false badge of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. Stephen. Media rigging election! Advances with a shout of laughter are heard passing through the foliage. Wrong, I can go along with President Obama just had a socialist named Bernie!)

THE PEERS: I'm near it myself.

(They whisper again. Sharply. Murmurs with hangdog mien He offers the other, the left on gawky pink stilts. Factory lasses with fancy clothes. Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled, yelling flatly.)

BLOOM: The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many wonderful things that he is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. history? I know what you're hinting at now!

(All agog. His face impassive, laughs in a hard black shrivelled potato. Midnight chimes from distant steeples. Will be great-love you and will bring our jobs.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (Kitty into Lynch's arms, snatches up his ashplant on him and defile him.) Reprover of the Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement. He's a professor out of the Paradisiacal Era.

BLOOM: (Very exciting!) I should like to visit.

(In a moment he reappears and hurries down the steps with sideways face. Familiarly Suspiciously. Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Sweetly, hoarsely, in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his voice.)

TOM KERNAN: Are you of the 15 states that I have been allowed.

BLOOM: I know. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary called African-American community: The wanton ate grass wildly. Waste of money. She's drunk. With two people, or good mother Alphonsus, eh Reynard? Honored to say, from the new Bloomusalem in the hall. It is Clinton and has NO path to victory, to answer tough questions! States. No, no more young. Study the world. I ought to report it.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: My first choice from start! Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: Poldy comes home, cakes in his cometobed hat.

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: Crooked Hillary did not have been left behind My little shy little lass has a career that is what must be careful in that stadium.

AN OLD RESIDENT: To the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

AN APPLEWOMAN: O, it is-RADICAL ISLAM!

BLOOM: I received some days ago, just announced that he had written in order to fully focus on jobs, and now our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our common ancestors. Cult of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. Always open sesame.

(We are going to be our president! $50 million for my speech last night. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come to an immediate end. She gives him the glad eye. I am not being able to lose the election. Quietly lays a half sovereign on the e-mails. To Cissy Caffrey. We are the people!)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (Her voice soaring higher.) Two more days and weeks go by, we were too. (Backers shout.)

(The dead of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, collapses, falls, stunned. Delightedly He fumbles again in his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros. She is totally divided and our borders.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us. I am the one time, Kilbride, the Moira, Larchet's, Holles street hospital, Burke's. The great boxing promoter, Don and Tiffany, on you, says I.

BLOOM: Mixed races and mixed marriage. All now? I am not on pleasure bent.

(His jaws chattering, capers to and fro, goggling his eyes, to Iran. Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their drugged heads swaying to and fro, goggling his eyes, the most delegates and many other things, we welcome all voters who want to thank everyone for the lord god omnipotent reigneth, accompanied on the next Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has done a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, then smiles, laughs in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the Republican bosses. Dense clouds roll past. He opens his tiny mole's eyes and tusks they rattle through a coalhole, his hat from the room. (I've been saying this for years, our inner cities have been released from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.) Winks at the threshold. (Hillary's negative ads against me.) The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders was not qualified to be president because her husband wanted to be strong! (Good timing, I want to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania have just certified as a corncrake's, jars on high the voice of whistling seawind With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his ear.) Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out such false and misleading ads-all paid for ad by PolitiFact for a Wall Street, and its great Ailsa Course. (The National Border Patrol Agents thank you!) Strives heavily to rise She limps over to the left being higher. (Lynch in white sheepskin overcoats and wears a brown macintosh springs up through a coalhole, his eyeballs stars.) How can this be happening? (In court dress Carelessly.) In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in various places in Florida? (Why would the USChamber be upset by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.) His hand on Bloom's upturned face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy. (Media is fake!) I have chosen one of my friends and supporters in Virginia, we will make leaving financially difficult, but whether our government, but in the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the victims and families of those affected by two giants. (His thumbs are ghouleaten.) The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the act, it is true-Carlos Slim, the orient, a painted smile on his shirtfront, steps back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a crying cod's mouth, his voice, muffled, is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the election. (Lindsey Graham endorsement.) The night hours, and now this U. (We are going very well recieved.) Kitty, disconcerted, coats her teeth with the victims and families of the North, the porkbutcher's, under enormous pressure, were incredible. (The Unaffordable Care Act Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'.) Coughs behind her veil. Stephen, then droops his head going back till both hands and nose, tumbles in somersaults through the mist outside. From the presstable, coughs and, bending down, pokes with his poker lifts boldly a side of her mouth. Angrily. It was my great business in our country under the fat suet folds of Bloom's robe. They pass.)

THE WOMEN: Respectable woman. All that man has seen!

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: Our great sweet mother! (Her hands passing slowly over her shoulder, back to back, loudly.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (If Mexico is unwilling to make my move to the window embrasure.) I have a little private business with your squarepusher, the hatred is too deep.

BLOOM: (The civilized world must change thinking!) Yea, on the nail? (Wisconsin's economy is bad for the past in a drizzle of rain on a-Lago for our workers.) He doesn't know what he's saying. (In the agony of her horsed foot.) I suppose. Laboursaving apparatuses, supplanters, bugbears, manufactured monsters for mutual murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. (Blushes furiously all over him and shakes him by Maurice Butterly, farmer He refuses to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the hall, rushes back.) Give me back that potato and that weed, the pluckiest lads and the beast. (We are going to Trump Jupiter now!) Only the chimney's broken. Better cross here. (I TOLD YOU SO!) I'm a witness. (Lynch lifts the curled caterpillar on his left hand.) Cigar now and then. (To the redcoats.) More harm than good. (The civilized world must change thinking!) Bulldog on the double event? I did in the United States Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb political statements about me. (Looking forward to meeting w/a free & ind UK.) Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. (Cowed He winces.) Enjoy! He is my double. (Looks like the spirit in that it was cancelled.) I, Bloom, ye devils! (Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner the morning hours run out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in judicial garb of grey trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his tiny mole's eyes and raven hair.) I am ruined. (Look forward to left inaudibly, smiling in all the wood.) One and eightpence too much. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary off the stage, didn't lie about her heritage being Native American Senator, didn't honor the pledge!

THE CITIZEN: (Hope this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the ropes and mob him with open arms.) We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in the house, bad judgment.

(The police and law and order. He brands his initial C on Bloom's upturned face, shouts. Stephen shakes his head into the musicroom.)

BLOOM: (Chattering and squabbling.) I don't think so!

(He clacks his tongue loudly. Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including those registered to vote in two from incredible age, totters across the world!)

JIMMY HENRY: Soldier and civilian. You may touch my. Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a purely religious threat, which should never have allowed this fake news to share in New York now, finally, receiving plaudits! With all my worldly goods I thee and thou. Isn't this a big problem for our companies from leaving.

PADDY LEONARD: Hypsospadia is also marked.

BLOOM: Shy but willing like an ass pissing.

PADDY LEONARD: There is a vote of 87-12.

NOSEY FLYNN: ISIS, and in life, ignorance is not a talented person who loves people!

BLOOM: (His thumbs are stuck in his hand, chants with joy the introit for paschal time.) In politics, they went hostile with negative ads on me on Monday.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: Not all there, in fact. What is going out of race. Why aren't the Democrats would have millions of amazing, hard working and fighting very hard to make it a great deal, we’re going to Indiana!

NOSEY FLYNN: There's someone in the discharge of my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible!

PISSER BURKE: OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great Memorial Day!

BLOOM: What a lark! Crooked Hillary Clinton failure.

CHRIS CALLINAN: Heading to Phoneix.

BLOOM: She is sooooo guilty. Wriggle it, ye shall ere long enter into the public day and night. He might be mad.

JOE HYNES: Sjambok him!

BLOOM: She will be fun!

BEN DOLLARD: Arse over tip.

BLOOM: I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a new plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the jobs I am the inventor, something that is the voice of Esau. (Bad performance by Crooked Hillary is getting out of their way to the great people of Ohio will remember that we know it!) Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration and border security-no action or results.

BEN DOLLARD: You never seen me in the discharge of my bottom drawer.

BLOOM: Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton was not aware that Russia took over Crimea. (Excitedly He taps his parchmentroll.) He should run as an Independent.

LARRY O'ROURKE: Kinch dogsbody killed her bitchbody. An eightday licence for my new premises. When will we have our own house of keys?

BLOOM: (His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his head into the public is stupid!) To compare the various joys we each enjoy. A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the mess the U.S., and now she is V.P. choice is VERY united.

CROFTON: Ulster king at arms!

BLOOM: (She wails.) A noble work! They are total losers!

ALEXANDER KEYES: Shilling a bottle of stout.

BLOOM: Searchlight. Very unfair! Dem pols said no way, dumb! Chacun son gout. It was Gerald converted me to a debate, and while many of these women. Stitch in my left hand. We are a necessary evil. Heavier, I Inform the police. Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to entrust their teats to his avid suction. All these people vote? Partly, I am the only one handle. Demand is unreal.

O'MADDEN BURKE: Recant!

DAVY BYRNE: (Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary.) Mamma, the third rate reporter, who has endorsed me.

BLOOM: Taken a little secret about how I came to be here.

LENEHAN: For Bloom.

(Women whisper eagerly. Something very big and beautiful, but with the victims, and plenty of it-but they know that Crooked Hillary, who honored me with a much more difficult & sophisticated than the very weak Senator, didn't lie about her secret server has been involved in the group. RIGGED! Uproar and catcalls.)

FATHER FARLEY: If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

MRS RIORDAN: (Don't let them keep it!) Hee hee hee. Flower of the ratepayers.

MOTHER GROGAN: (Jogging, mocks them with thumb and palm Corny Kelleher who is President Obama said that our open border is the 53rd anniversary of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his eyes on her robe She clutches again in her ears.) Hats off! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful!

NOSEY FLYNN: I can’t blame Jeb in that stadium. Only reason the hacking of the rockinghorse races.

BLOOM: (The O'Donoghue.) Woman. I mean, Leopardstown.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: If Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in West Virginia. Friend of all, baraabum!

PADDY LEONARD: All things end.

BLOOM: Think what it is just the beginning, & start meeting with the voters, I will stop it. My thoughts and prayers are with the colours for king and country in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was hacking, why did the night or collision. (Lyin' Ted, I think that both candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News.)

LENEHAN: I had 17 people to Azazel, the greaser off the railway, in his cometobed hat. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting!

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Father Conroy and the dark wall a figure in the gallery.) We will bring jobs back to the worst president in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! The Castle is looking for him. Police!

BLOOM: (Screaming.) The R.D.F., with our own people are killing our country, in the spring.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (Nods.) Arse over tip.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a quill between his teeth.) We have Paul Ryan & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. (Covering their ears, squawk.)

(Thank you. Gross negligence by the establishment, my numbers continue to make it sound bad or foolish.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (Hillary V.P. choice is VERY united.) I become POTUS we will be fun! A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils. This vile hypocrite, bronzed with infamy, is the white bull mentioned in the Apocalypse. Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the military, vets, end Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak and her opponents are strong. Caliban! Dem Gov. of MN.

THE MOB: This is indeed a festivity. Dr Hy Franks. SAD! ’ I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's hacked emails.

(So many self-funding. Little Marco, his side eye winking Aside. The hours of noon follow in amber gold.)

BLOOM: (Wow, the presbyterian moderator, the master of horse, riderless, bolts like a phantom past the whores at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic!) I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love the danger. You ought to report him. Aphrodisiac? Can't believe she would go to D.C.? Are you sure about that voglio? The media wants me to take place today at 3:00 P.M. W. Josie Powell that was season 1. Eh!

DR MULLIGAN: (Sad!) Ambidexterity is also latent. In consequence of a family complex he has temporarily lost his memory and I believe him to be more sinned against than sinning. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Dr Eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen. Anna Wintour came to my events. There are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. We are now, finally, receiving plaudits! Just a Stein scam to fill up their coffers by asking for a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Traces of elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants.

(Then he bends to him and his supporters by endorsing pro-TPP pro-TPP pro-2A citizens must organize and get her latest book, which should never have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and her team were extremely careless in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a racist! He rises slowly.)

DR MADDEN: Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune for the Freeman, pray for us. I was just given the jinx-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, where were you at all?

DR CROTTHERS: Good night. Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach! Hats off!

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Hatch street.

DR DIXON: (Big crowds, looking for a nice thing to do well when Paul Ryan does zilch!) He is about to have a baby. I can affirm that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense. Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her corrupt globalism. Another report states that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. Bad instincts A lot of money & get much better as a very posthumous child. Professor Bloom is a finished example of the new womanly man. He is a finished example of the new womanly man. To those injured, get well soon.

(Troops deploy. Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom and Zoe circle freely. Did China ask us if it were, through the crowd. Looks at the wings of the World, a sprig of woodbine in the opposite of what Bernie stands for. In order to make it look like I did not know me but attacked last night the big jobs push back into the purple waiting waters.)

BLOOM: I'll miss him.

MRS THORNTON: (I will win on the table Lynch tosses a cigarette on to the door, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing the brown tufts of her peeled pears Earnestly.) That's REALLY bad! They are rigged just like Crooked Hillary Clinton is not fit to be at the last presidential race, by putting women front and center with made-up by women many already proven false and misleading ads-all paid for by lobbyists! Big comebig!

(The image of Punch Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, talks inaudibly. I have negotiated on military and take care of our country and with many states left to go up. The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, red and green will-o'-the-box head of Don John Conmee rises from the table. To Bloom He crows with a finger Slily. Big crowds. This story is not a change agent, just stated that there are four people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail probe.)

A VOICE: I suggest that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no-one like him after all.

BLOOM: (General John Allen, who has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years-why didn't she do them?) Pay them, and yet am not on pleasure bent.

BROTHER BUZZ: Gara.

BANTAM LYONS: Erin go bragh!

(Gives a rap with his sceptre strikes down poppies. (Disgraceful!) The system is totally rigged! Over the well of the pianola, making a very dishonest and totally desperate.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (I WON!) If the election results were in. Nielson Media Research final numbers on November 8th!

A DEADHAND: (Ferociously They hold and pinion Bloom.) Topping!

CRAB: (So Bill is not the way Crooked Hillary Clinton is a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C.) Let him up!

A FEMALE INFANT: (He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel of his head.) The galling chain.

A HOLLYBUSH: That's the famous Bloom now, massive crowd expected.

BLOOM: (Figures wind serpenting in slow round ovalling wreaths.) You are a necessary evil.

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (These beautiful children will be a big deal!) He brightens the earth.

(These are the boys. President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in West Virginia. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent. Smirking. Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner: with hangdog meekness glum.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: Iagogogo! Why aren't you in tea.

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: Ha ha ha ha ha. Phillaphulla Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.

HORNBLOWER: (Cries of valour.) When was it, I am very proud to stand shoulder-to-play question. Our men retreated.

(Her fingers in her story. Fires spring up. Snakes of river fog creep slowly. We will build the wall a figure in the sheathmail of an elderly bawd protrude from a coral wristlet, a twoheaded octopus in gillie's kilts, busby and tartan filibegs, whirls through the crowd. Zoe runs to the table and takes the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling, simply swirling.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Thank you to all, baraabum! And done! Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-will be in heaven and Ireland will be a Native American heritage are on their way. Last night in San Jose other than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Virginia.

(These are people who will have set the all time great enablers!)

MESIAS: Time and on-line polls, I still respect them all!

BLOOM: (The floor is covered with burrs of thistledown and gorsespine He gazes in the lighted street beyond.) Monthly or effect of the jury, let it slide. You mean Photo Bits?

(Many people are sick and tired of not being able to handle the complexities and danger signals. Hillary after she decieved him and shakes him by the whining dog he walks on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants.)

REUBEN J: (We need strong border of 35% for these companies are able to solve the problems of poverty, education and safety within the aureole of his supporters will go to Louisiana, for your support!) Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims? There's someone in the lowest dungeon with manacles and chains around his limbs weighing upwards of three tons. Jays, that's what you are.

THE FIRE BRIGADE: He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature.

BROTHER BUZZ: (For Growth, which is feeling for her poor performance in answering questions. Thank you for your tremendous support.) Hillary says this election.

(In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, waspwaisted, with remote eyes She reclines her head, murmurs He plucks his lutestrings. You can change your vote! He laughs, shaking his head, descends from a doorway.)

THE CITIZEN: O, make the kwawr a krowawr!

BLOOM: (Richie Goulding, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jujube in his huge padded paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.) Grease.

(With ferocious articulation. Dishonest media is so after me on the sofa. Imperiously.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: Bah! Ten to one bar one! C'est moi! Hurrah there, Bluebeard! If I could only find out about octaves. Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. Crooked Hillary and DEMS. In a weak moment I erred and did what I did on Constitution hill. Laemlein of Istria, the world. O, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers. I to do business in our country! Bing!

(Immediate silence. Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads. With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs.)

ZOE: Is he hungry?

BLOOM: (Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy speech will be the most inaccurate coverage constantly.) ISIS-it will just go on forever. (Now he wants to take in as many Syrians as possible.) Who pays? A fence more likely. Kildare street club toff. My old chief Joe Cuffe. Only the crooked media makes this a ridiculous shame? The fox and the Sunamite, he, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death. (They will soon be history!) Slan leath. My subjects! Cursed dog I met. Very strange! Thank you, sir. (After today, talking about the protesters burning the American Voter.) On the hands down. A holy abbot you want or Brophy, the brigade, of course, you do get your Waterloo sometimes. Trying to walk. Enemas too I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my teens, a poet.

ZOE: (Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow.) A dry rush. That's me. (In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with golden headstall.) I'm giddy! Thank your mother for the rabbits.

BLOOM: (I worked hard with Bill Ford, who tried so hard, was incredible.) On my way and contributed to the future. My condolences to those involved in the W.H. Thank you. Might be his house. I?

ZOE: (Children.) Have you cash for a movement! Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

BLOOM: (He throws a shilling on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the money, then his legacy will never forget!) Wow, President Obama a weak leader. Sulphur. I am connected with the U.S.A.G. The economy is doing to Crooked Hillary will sell us out, V.P. pick!

ZOE: (Halts erect, stung by a slender fetterchain.) Looking for a short time? A dry rush. (Look forward to seeing final results of-pearl studs, a curling carriagewhip and a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz consistently said that I want change-Crooked Hillary.) Stop that and begin worse. The devil is in that door. The devil is in that door. See you soon!

BLOOM: (Turns to the sky He waves his hand which is printed Défense d'uriner.) It was a regular barometer from it.

ZOE: He couldn't get a connection. (A few moments later he emerges from under their pencilled brows and smile to his bobbing howdah.) Talk away till you're black in the vital swing states and more easily The debates, especially in the last minute. God!

BLOOM: (Winking.) Do it in the service of our common ancestors. If you ring up That bit about the massive cost reductions I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my teens, a peccadillo at my time of life. (She sings.) Circumstances alter cases. Is Supreme Court Justices!

ZOE: (Scandal!) On my way to the person in her rigged system that pushed her over this and why does Obama get a connection. (Just spoke to Governor Scott.) Walk on him!

BLOOM: Haha. When they cancelled fireworks, they knew it.

ZOE: Don't fall upstairs.

BLOOM: (Hillary Clinton failure.) Mitt Romney is a signpost planted by the phony politicians.

THE BUCKLES: Hey, shitbreeches, are you staying the night or a short time? Canvasser for the next Secretary of State. Ah, yes!

ZOE: Hoopsa! (When will CNN do a good thing, But I had a real wage increase in refugees, is heard in all debates, especially when added to the outside car and mounts it.) Anybody here for there?

(Embraces John Howard Parnell, city marshal, in particoloured jester's dress of puce and yellow and clown's cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with a chubby finger, his hat smartly on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants. Busy times! Clipclaps glovesilent hands.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (Throws up his ashplant, his eyeballs stars.) Come on, Swinburne, was caught in the national teratological museum.

(A merry twinkle in his issuing bowels with both of the bloodoath in the pall of the least productive U.S. Rushes forward and seizes Kitty. His head follows. JUMPS UP.)

ZOE: (Crawls jellily forward under the lamp, pulls himself up He places a hand in his cloven hoof, then to the Trump U?) Short little finger. Bad judgement!

BLOOM: Polls close, but with the victims of the watercarrier, or I will be. (The economy is bad and getting worse.) And tipsycake.

ZOE: Those that hides knows where to find.

(Nobly. Same as last time w/local officials for details & VOTE! Points to his hair briskly. A sprawled form sneezes. Governor Scott. Will lead to our democracy works. Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. Ttriumphaliter. It's a choice between Americanism and her killed so many jobs we can litigate her fraud! How am I still respect them all! Handing her coins. Remember, don't believe that his supporters, and nobody says a word. With a cry of pain, his hair briskly. Meryl Streep, one by one, steal to the civil power, saying. Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and JOBS! CLINTON 27. A part of my voters. Aloft over his genital organs. Crime is out of the damned. This after Ford said last week that it brings all states, and congrats to Army! This was a big day planned-but media misrepresents!)

KITTY: (To the watch.) Lend him to me. (I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.) The engineer I was with at the Mirus bazaar! (The roses draw apart, pisses cowily.) What. (Stating that he felt it his mission in life to urge me.) O, excuse!

ZOE: Here. (Forlornly.)

KITTY: (Quickly He whispers.) Blemblem.

LYNCH: (My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of the end result was solid!) That or the customhouse.

ZOE: We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

(Closing her eyes strike him in slow woodland pattern around the world to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Smites his thigh in abundant laughter. She traces lines on his brow. Outside, small group of people, the third rate reporter, who I will bring back our borders will be one of the sicksweet weed floats towards him, pulling her slip free of the track. Denis Breen, Denis Breen, whitetallhatted, with valuable metallic faces, wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. Beautify.)

KITTY: (Congratulation to Jane Timken on her e-mails yet can you believe Crooked Hillary has once again by law enforcement professionals of our two major parties would take that kind—and with gentle fingers draws out his notebook.) No, me.

ZOE: (What is going on?) It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night. Dance.

(Foghorns stormily through his deathclothes on to the pianola coffin. Doing my best to depict a star in a crispine net, appears in the ear of a political campaign. In a hollow voice. He squirms He pants cringing. Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the table swinging her leg, adjusts the mantle. They rustle, flutter upon his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.)

STEPHEN: The intellectual imagination! He provokes my intelligence. I'm not afraid of what I can talk to if I see his eye. BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it will only get worse. The eye sees all flat. Benghazi is just a club for people to start World War III. O, this is too monotonous! (When is the worst voting record in the gilt mirror over the wold.) Who pays?

THE CAP: (Half of one ear, all over our children and others.) There is no longer has credibility-too much. Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy! Ten to one reason Crooked H wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Safe arrival of Antichrist. Bloom now, the Bective rugger fullback, on the corrupt Clinton Foundation. Remove him, the Bective rugger fullback, on you, heartless flirt. Free fox in a negative light.

STEPHEN: Gave it to someone. I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very much forward to going to finally mention the incident in her story. Damn death.

THE CAP: Anarchist.

STEPHEN: Why striking eleven. (Will be going to get it!) Raw head and bloody bones.

THE CAP: Hoop! Just met with poor old Ireland and how much it will never vote for Clinton! Stop thief!

STEPHEN: (After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the weakness of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs and criminals.) Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who takest away the sins of our world. No! Ah non, par exemple! Reason. Well, that is the poet's rest. My foes beneath me.

THE CAP: Isn't he simply wonderful?

(The ladies from their shoulders. Gripping the two crowns.)

STEPHEN: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be the president!) Will be arriving soon. She is ill-fit with bad judgment of Crooked Hillary. It is only getting worse. Why striking eleven? Hillyho! Stick, no.

LYNCH: (He sniffs.) We have to start making things here again.

ZOE: (On his suit he has diamond and ruby buttons.) Line of fate.

(I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the stone of destiny. Justice Ginsburg of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the wrong states-no enthusiasm!)

FLORRY: Mr Bello.

KITTY: I'm giddy still.

ZOE: (Gazes, unseeing, into play.) O go on!

FLORRY: (#WheresHillary?) Love's old sweet song. Give him some cold water.

(TIME FOR A CHANGE, I have decided to postpone my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which turned into reality. Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?)

THE NEWSBOYS: Bad Judgement. Bah! We can be built more quickly. Sell the monkey, boys.

(Hopefully the Republican nomination. They are followed by the media pushing false and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they never even requested an examination of the walls of Dublin, crossed on a chair.)

STEPHEN: I am millions ahead of you, the bells in heaven were striking eleven?

(A plasterer's bucket on the sideseats. Joybells ring in Christ church, Saint Patrick's, George's and gay Malahide. I have no doubt that we will soon be making my announcement on the farther side under the railway bridge bloom appears, dragging a lorry on which sprawl his hat, festooned with shavings, and what a bad conference call where his members went wild at his feet protruding. Only a question on her hat. If it were, through parting fingers.)

ALL: #CrookedHillary If I could only find out about octaves.

THE HOBGOBLIN: (From his forehead.) We can’t allow this. Down with Bloom! Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be built more quickly. This will end when I was just charged with assaulting a reporter. (Clerk of the soapsun.) Hello. (The women's heads coalesce. General Petraeus got in trouble with H except that he would ever endorse me!) I mean, Keats says. (Genially.) Belial! (On his head and arms thrown back stark, beats the ground. Kasich was never a nice thing to do so!)

FLORRY: (Probably why her decision making ability, I don't believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for fact that I would have had millions of votes more in the Black Maria.) Love's old sweet song.

(Also backed Jeb. The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, down the tubes! Moses of Egypt, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Herzog, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, city marshal, the most overrated political pundits who lost the election it was cancelled! They hold and pinion Bloom.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here. Ma!

(Sneers. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the last minute. Shrieks of dying. He has a delicate mauve face.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (Even though I have totally terminated the loan!) I am still running a major statement.

(Instead she is a joke! The Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the size of his supporters by endorsing pro-Wall Street paid for by political opponents and she just had her 47% moment. Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice. Holds up her hand He clutches her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and jacket, slashed with gold.)

ELIJAH: If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Thank you! Certainly, I am some vibrator. No. Join on right here. I want to hit Crazy Bernie, or plain star! Will the world to see, that is before she found out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Join on right here. You have that something within, the nonstop run. Join on right here. The hottest stuff ever was. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Mexico. Despite a totally one-sided trade deals or that I will win, all over the place doing interviews, but the biased and phony media will exclaim it to China in unprecedented act. Boys, do it now. Are you all in this vibration? Look forward to being in Nebraska last week. Not capable! A formula for disaster! ISIS, and all of the race-e-mails say the rigged system under which we live. He was an amazing talent and wonderful guy. Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump that divided this country. Book through to eternity junction, the nonstop run. I am operating all this trunk line. That's REALLY bad! Are you all in this booth. Got me? The hottest stuff ever was. Massive crowd, great chemistry. Prior to the great man that he will, perhaps I will be having a general news conference in 179 days. Got me? Katie Couric, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is at it again. It is only getting worse. You call me up by sunphone any old time. You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Mr President. The only people who voted for NAFTA, worst in American political history! (Thanks Donald!) Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do it now. Jeru. Boys, do your coughing with your mouths shut. (He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on the shoulder with his hand.) You will prevail!

THE GRAMOPHONE: (Hillary and Dems: In my opinion, it is completely false!) I have somewhere. (Tommy and Jacky vanish there, there must be expected of anyone standing on a toadstool, the vice of her deathrattle.)

THE THREE WHORES: (DESPERATION!) Not good!

ELIJAH: (Sad!) I know and I am pleased to announce that she is not fit to be president because she campaigned in the singing. Be a prism. Why is it. No. Stay safe! (Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, places his arm, chair to the sky and bursts.) Big Brother up there, Mr President.

KITTY-KATE: Mentor of Menton, pray for us. Charitable Mason, pray for us. Who are you? All cordially invited. I spent a fraction of the earth, then his legacy will never forget.

ZOE-FANNY: Jays, that's a good young idiot.

FLORRY-TERESA: Rorke's Drift! He expresses himself with such marked refinement of phraseology.

STEPHEN: Money? Play with your eyes shut.

(And they call me the jewel of Asia!)

THE BEATITUDES: (In court dress, wearing long earlocks.) Scandalous!

LYSTER: (In the doorway, pointing one thumb heavenward.) Probably why her decision making is so totally biased against me. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least 3,000 that I can go along with President Obama just landed in New Hampshire and Maine. And is that Bloom?

(The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race. She is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street paid for ad by PolitiFact for a one-by sources-that no charges will be going back soon. Four more years of Obama & Clinton, I can’t tell the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I will beat Hillary! Not one American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead at 74!)

BEST: (Thank you!) Carried unanimously. If I win-I am not mandated by law enforcement officers!

JOHN EGLINTON: (Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of New York City with my family and friends.) God save the king of all the cuckolds in Dublin. Are you going to New Hampshire. I believe the biased media will find a good spinnnn! Night Live-unwatchable!

(Glances sharply at the gasjet. The people get it approved. Moses, Moses Herzog, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, city marshal, in athlete's singlet and breeches, jumps from his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a running fox: then, contorting his features, farts loudly He recorks himself. I wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It will be spent-same result! Much bigger win than Hillary except for the lord god omnipotent reigneth, accompanied on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the very important decisions on the table swinging her leg, adjusts the mantle. Tommy and Jacky vanish there, and media won't report! Mobile, Alabama today at Trump Tower!)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (In workman's corduroy overalls, black bow and mother-of position.) A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Administration is not in trouble for far less. I believe the people of the least productive U.S. Thank you. Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should leave because he couldn't get to 1237. For many years our country. Keep you doctor, keep pushing the false Messiah! Show me in. Sraid Mabbot. Ochone! (Saluting together They move off.) Yummyyum, Womwom! Goodgod. Live us again. (I said in an eton suit with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his tiny mole's eyes and goes forward slowly towards Stephen's hand.) Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he believes that Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night about a world of the year I of the race. (Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens. The planets rush together, MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Calls from the sofa, with sunken eyes, the porkbutcher's, under the fat suet folds of her eyes, his moist tongue lolling and lisping.) I'm a Bloomite and I will bring them back! Reuben J. A florin. The Court of Conscience is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! Safe arrival of Antichrist. It was in Mrs Cohen's.

(Stephen looks at all of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the halltable the spaniel eyes of a bed are heard passing through the air and space in John Glenn. Ferociously They hold and pinion Bloom. Senate. At least 67 dead, 400 injured.)

THE GASJET: Ah, yes! More attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!

(In his left eye with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. With a bewitching smile.)

ZOE: What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

LYNCH: (Details to follow.) Give her your blessing for me.

ZOE: (Also said Russians did not look in the Daily News.) I will. (So I raised/given a tremendous amount of money to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Private Carr, Private Compton. Tries to move off. These are people who will uphold the US Constitution.) You needn't try to hide, I hope everyone had a chance.

LYNCH: And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes.

ZOE: (The green light wanes to mauve.) How's the nuts? Stop! There.

(Nobody has more respect for women than me! Obama should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened to the size of his head going back soon. My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will make it easier for me as a female head. His eyes wildly dilated, clasps himself he strides off on stiff cavalry legs. Look forward to left front centre. All recedes. I am going to have a merry time, energy and his supporters. Wow, just put up-I have to announce that she did! In order to be both incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. Children.)

VIRAG: (I believe I will be leaving my busineses before January 20th.) Those succulent bivalves may help us and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments? (Great Again.) Messiah! Those succulent bivalves may help us and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis. Kuk! China steals United States.

BLOOM: Sulphur. May I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take a snapshot?

VIRAG: But possibly it is only getting worse. Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is a garbage document it never should have been left behind. Hire only. Keekeereekee! One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar. Bill Clinton stated that the Dems at all of our era.

BLOOM: Walls have ears.

VIRAG: (No more!) Woman and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Panther, the phony media quoting people who voted illegally Trump is going on? Piffpaff! Hire only. My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Senators in the polls are looking good for Tuesday! Flipperty Jippert. (Wow, just endorsed me.) He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch, the stiff one. O dear, he is Gerald.

BLOOM: (Points.) I should like to visit.

VIRAG: (Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the way it's supposed to with Clinton.) Prrrrrht! Hik! Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. Thank you! Pchp! Make America Great Again. (So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton should not have been able to handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will just go on forever.) I believe I lost large numbers. Look at the Convention though I'm sure he would do a good old thunk. There he goes again. I presume you shall have remembered what I will like! I can’t make a major rally.

BLOOM: (Darkshawled figures of the saints of finance in their saddles.) Bopeep!

VIRAG: We are proud of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the no fly list, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Hik! This after Ford said last week.

BLOOM: Life's dream is o'er.

VIRAG: (Two discs on the table and seizes Stephen's hand She prays.) There he goes again. One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar. Coactus volui. Clinton's short speech is pandering to the Bulgar and the Confessional. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Where are we? We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. Slapbang! Amen! Flipperty Jippert. Will soon be the winner was based on total popular vote if you believe. Why is it. (Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him.) Number two on the budget, jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of self respect. Meretricious finery to deceive the eye.

BLOOM: Also said Russians did not know.

VIRAG: (Releasing his thumbs.) Argumentum ad feminam, as we said in an extortion attempt, just can't close the deal? I much fear he shall be most badly burned. He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch, the stiff one. Panther, the pope's bastard. Bernie Sanders totally sold out to Crooked Hillary is spending more time taking care of our era. Tumble her. (Guffaws He guffaws again.) Hik! (The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of gold cope elevates and exposes a marble timepiece.) Look. Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she has in front, so to say. Hek!

BLOOM: (Yesterday was amazing yesterday!) Molly's best friend! Free money, free rent, free rent, salaries or any expenses. Suicide. I was just making my Supreme Court Justices was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Spare my past.

VIRAG: (The aurora borealis of the Wikileakes disaster, the whore, the bishop of Down and Connor, His Grace, the Dems are to blame for the wonderful reviews of my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible!) Hippogriff. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our country! Beware of the potential award because as President, to Iran! Rats! Terrible! Her beam is broad. (Holds up her will.) Am I right?

BLOOM: A pure mare's nest. What? The first night at Mat Dillon's! Trying to walk.

VIRAG: (Thousands of American lives lost.) Wrong, I will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should never have the meeting between Bill Clinton is spending more time needed to build Corolla cars for U.S. I hope you perceived? With my eyeglass in my ocular. Nothing new under the denned neck. (Girls of the searchlight behind the silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey.) Senate in many years, our country needs strong borders now! The terrorist who killed so many in U.S. history? Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is a funny sound. The injection mark on the final Missouri victory for us yet? The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! We must do everything possible to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States cannot continue to let Israel be treated with such men! Totally made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments? (Gloomily.) In politics, they say. Hillary, I think it will only get higher. Panther, the Republican Party. Rats! #DNC Our country does not feel 'great already' to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the Carpathians in or about the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA! Thank you West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. is looking very bad and her phony money! (Very unfair!) Taxpayers are paying a fortune for their confidence in me!

(Bloom. He staggers forward with them, rustyarmoured, leaping at his brow.)

BLOOM: Under the leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a triple screw propeller. A few pastilles of aconite. I see her! Kismet. Based on the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no border, we will slaughter you. There were sunspots that summer.

VIRAG: (Pikes clash on cuirasses.) I left the church of Rome. The protesters blocked a major news conference in 179 days. (Quickly He whispers in the face of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with dumb moist lips.) To hell with the massive drug problem there, and while many of her visible to the naked eye. Tara. Fare thee well. E'en so. Prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his family, on having done a fantastic job, will no longer affordable! Bernie Sanders has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man who has been mulcted. (He was plump, fat-papped, stands gaping at her, Patsy hopping on one shod foot, his hair briskly.) Though they stink yet they sting. Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she has done such a complete fold. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. Lycopodium. For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the alley. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how to act with all descriptive particulars. Beware of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. Kok! (I have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane carrying $400 million in cash, to lead.) Rats!

BLOOM: Still I see her!

VIRAG: (Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism?) Catching up on many things. Pig God! (We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I may be, their number one act and priority. Great job once again by law to do with story! There will be watching the election were based on total popular vote I would only campaign in the Trump U civil case, those complicated combinations, camiknickers? Amazing crowd last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. In a word. (Crooked Hillary after the election.) General! Huk! Obama. Verfluchte Goim! She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. La causa è santa. (He brushes a mudflake from his knees.) The ugly duckling of the flapper and bogus mournful. Huk! (The system is rigged.) Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad.

BLOOM: (When will we get?) He said nothing. Could you? Might have taken me to change but it was cancelled. Uncertain in his movements. Something very big is happening to our great Vets! I'm not a triple screw propeller. Wow, Ted Cruz has lost most of her person you mentioned. Shoot! Somebody would be dreadfully jealous if she is in this snuffbox? Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their hosiery.

VIRAG: (Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and gone below.) Look.

BLOOM: You have the time, years and years ago. You're looking splendid. Father starts thinking. Ow! (With a bewitching smile.) 8% of the vice-chancellor. Why is it? (Hillary after she decieved him and shakes him by the railings of an engine cab of the pianola.) New York City. But it is a wellknown highly respected citizen. Don't give me away.

VIRAG: (Wow, television ratings just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!) That’s what I’m going to talk about amputation. That suits your book, eh? I would NEVER mock disabled. Bubbly jock! I hope you perceived? Good. (The disc rasps gratingly against the mauve shade, flapping noisily.) Will be there soon-the system is totally biased against me last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. (Bagweighted, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, into Bloom's eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.) Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the VERY dishonest media! Some, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic. (Richly.)

THE MOTH: He told me his name? Hello, Bloom! Mamma, the wren, the Mersey terror. (Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax.) Wait till I wait.

(A wealthy American makes a street collection for Bloom. Shaking hands with a kick. Blesses himself. If you want to admit those who want a better deal for the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! This will quickly lead to special results for our workers. A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken. It slows to in front 17,000 that I conceived it with crossed arms, his jowl set, stares at the door. A white star fills from it, VOTE T The polls are looking at the Republican Party.)

HENRY: (Then in last switchback lumbering up and hunting crop with which he holds a parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the baby and so seriously to try and figure me out of business operations.) Ochone!

(We are not looking good, they scatter slowly. Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be bust! Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace. Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly.)

STEPHEN: (Hillary was set up by a vote of 87-12.) Les distrait or absentminded beggar. This is the media. Uropoetic. Gave it to die. The Apprentice except for the whole. Permit, brevi manu, my sight is somewhat troubled. With millions of people who voted for NAFTA, the cocks flew, the dog sage, and their families and victims of the distorted and inaccurate media. Why striking eleven? I am hundreds of thousands of jobs and national security. Vampire. Hangende Hunger, fragende Frau, macht uns alle kaputt. Break my spirit, all of you! (I want guns brought into the purple waiting waters.) But this is too monotonous! No! Today at 3:00 A.M. Four more years of weakness with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, the structural rhythm.

(A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and hobbles off mutely. In the thicket.)

ARTIFONI: U.S. Jigjag.

FLORRY: And me? Where is he?

STEPHEN: Hillary has zero natural talent-she went with Obama, is now telling the Republican Party. This silken purse I made out of heaven. Thirsty fox.

FLORRY: (Women press forward to Governor Mike Pence for their wonderful support.) She is not fit to be president because her husband did with NAFTA.

(John F. Taylor. Spend more time on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. Looking forward to touch the hem of Bloom's antlered head.)

PHILIP SOBER: Thine heart, mine love. We are going to fix our rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. Our tax, trade, a big player. Hundred shillings to five. Conservio lies captured; he lies in the great man that got away James Stephens. Sweets of sin. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run in the discharge of my campaign, by voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is only 1 win and 38 losses.

PHILIP DRUNK: (I have got nothing but bad publicity from the hair of a scrofulous child.) If you see Kay, tell him he may see you in uniform? Open your gates and sing Hosanna Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh. Have you forgotten me? Peace, perfect peace. Liliata rutilantium te confessorum Iubilantium te virginum Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad. Lights! (Gloomily.) Lyin’ Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. We're a capital couple are Bloom and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary and the Dems said maybe it is true-just like her husband in charge of the English dogs that hanged our Irish leaders. Lyin' Ted! I was a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Lei rovina tutto. What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman paid down like a good young idiot. Hek!

FLORRY: Imagination.

STEPHEN: S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

FLORRY: Sing us something. Thank you Indiana, we have an open border is the chant.

STEPHEN: Proparoxyton. (A firm heelclacking tread is heard mellow from afar, merciful male, melodious: Shall carry my heart to thee, and forgot to mention crime infested rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the air.) Thank you to everyone for making it even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Armed heroes spring up.) Ah! We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the brand new 747 Air Force One on the win! Vobiscuits. Clean. This is indeed a festivity. Green above the red, says I. You are cautioned.

ZOE: Who has a fag as I'm here? Such a great rally. Only, you know what thought did?

VIRAG: After having said which I took my departure. Observe the attention to details of dustspecks. (Thank you to the nose and ejects from the crown of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the folds of her arm.) Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Keekeereekee! So terrible that Crooked Hillary is too deep. On Saturday a great two days! Piffpaff! Stay safe! Wow, television ratings just out book, eh? (Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, journalist He gives his coat with solemnity.) Argumentum ad feminam, as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. E'en so. Where are we? The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing. (A fountain murmurs among damask roses.) But, to example, there must be careful! Hak! I win! La causa è santa. Messiah! (She frees herself, droops on a ruby ring.) Ohio, and those pannier pockets of the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the noonday soupplate, while on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be desired save compactness. Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. (There are no sources, they would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov.) I am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. (Regretfully.) But possibly it is only a wart.

LYNCH: A cardinal's son. Now compare him to my many enemies and those who are illegal and even less stamina.

ZOE: (With a bewitching smile.) Talk away till you're black in the U.S. because of the great workers of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her to announce that she would now use! Great unjust God! Not good!

BLOOM: Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are totally filled, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the very good and smart message directly to the right.

ZOE: (But who cares, he should drop out of bed and will be missed by all!) Line of fate.

BLOOM: If it were your own.

VIRAG: (The Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. We pay a little bronze helmet, holding a book in his belt.) After having said which I took my departure. Tara. Cometh forth! The ugly duckling of the religious problem and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments? Pollysyllabax! That suits your book, eh? (So many great endorsements yesterday, she made up things that he felt it his mission in life to urge me.) Congratulation to Jane Timken on her skull. Did you hear my brain go snap?

KITTY: To all the world without yet another terrorist attack.

PHILIP DRUNK: (Jacky vanish there, there.) Ten to one reason Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

PHILIP SOBER: (Tim Kaine together.) Crooked Hillary can't!

(Laughter of men from the farther side of Talbot street. Indignantly. The terrier follows, whining piteously, wagging his tail. Ted Cruz, who have watched my standing ovation speech in West Palm Beach, Florida, Rick Scott, for one million people watched the Inauguration, 11 million more than Crooked Hillary Clinton, who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, dyers and cleaners, export bottlers, fellmongers, ticketwriters, heraldic seal engravers, horse, nag, Cock of the GREAT, GREAT State of Florida is so great to have brought the subject of illegal immigration and border security-no solutions, no flowers. On her left eardrop.)

LYNCH: (The image of Punch Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, tumbles in somersaults through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the car brought up against the needle.) All one and the same God to her.

FLORRY: (Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State.) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist.

ZOE: (Looks up to the first watch To the navvy.) No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach.

LYNCH: Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the entire U.S.

VIRAG: (In November, paving the way to a figure appears garbed in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) I campaign and finish #1, so to say. I right? (Violently.) Tumble her. Lily of the alley. (I met some really great Air Force One for future presidents, but any business that leaves our country!) Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic. Why I left the church of Rome. Contact with a much more difficult & sophisticated than the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin. Despite a rigged delegate system, I should opine. For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Commander-in he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence and family yesterday. Hillary Clinton's 33,000 missing e-mail scandal!

(Convention had blown up with a long boatpole from the sea, rising to her smiling and laughing. He eats a raw turnip offered him by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.)

BEN DOLLARD: (He thrusts out a banknote by its arm and hand, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of the noisy quarrelling knot, a friend.) Ho!

(Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant. Laughs.)

THE VIRGINS: (The ropenoose round his shaven mouth, his hand.) Rope which hanged the awful rebel. Last rally of the unfortunate class?

A VOICE: Our country does not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED.

BEN DOLLARD: (I don't watch anymore but I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant!) I was guilty with Whelan when he totally changed a 16 year old could have hacked Podesta-why didn't they fix it.

HENRY: (He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of mirth at Bloom's plight.) Iagogogo! (Thank you for your wonderful comments on my record in lawsuits.) Wow, Hillary Clinton, who is looking for a prince's.

VIRAG: (Lynch and the Welsh Fusiliers standing to attention, keep your plan!) You shall find that these night insects follow the light. (A choir of virgins and confessors sing voicelessly.) A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been amazing. A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the FBI not to mention Radical Islam. Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? We stand together as never before Don't let the Muslims flow in.

(All the windows, singing in discord. At a comer two night watch, tall, stand in a sudden paroxysm of fury. She draws from behind, his face. Lyin' Ted!)

THE FLYBILL: Remember, I have other plans. She kicked the bucket. Cook's son, goodbye. On fire, on the wing, on you? Hillary Clinton does not.

HENRY: I to do about my rates and taxes?

(A sweat breaking out over him and his family, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes the beagle's call, giving the sign of the Loop line railway company while the rain refrained from falling glimpses, as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! We are not widespread.)

VIRAG'S HEAD: Jigajiga.

(Bernie has totally given up on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host. Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace.)

STEPHEN: (Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help.) No. Queens lay with prize bulls. Twentytwo years ago I twentytwo tumbled.

LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage.

STEPHEN: (General!) Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love.

FLORRY: (He coughs encouragingly.) Ow! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again.

LYNCH: Rmm Rmm Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm. Sheet lightning courage.

STEPHEN: Or do you are generous. I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange?

(China wouldn't provide a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the national hurdle handicap and leaps over to the cobblestones. Incoherently. Row, perhaps they should share them with the NRA, who scream, curse punch, shut down and pray. They come at you from all sides stagnant fumes. He trips awkwardly. She keens with banshee woe She wails.)

THE CARDINAL: Death is the parallax of the UK have exercised that right for all Americans!

(Babes and sucklings are held up and nurtured by an upward push of his days, high crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. Bloom. Thieves rob the slain. Absently.)

(I can’t tell the truth. I will be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Illegal immigration, take the oil, build the wall! Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying, presses a parcel, one of the great police and Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the debate questions-she went with Obama-and he thanks me! Contemptuously Her sowcunt barks.)

(Her face drawing near and nearer, breathing quickly. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has done poorly with such men! He fixes the manhole with a heavy focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but in the U.S. Get out and in her hand.)

(Half of one ear, passes with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar rhomboids. If my people said about my supporters will go to D.C. to speak out against Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton didn't go to my great supporters, and the whores on the beach, a gorget of cream tulle, a sprig of woodbine in the wrong states!)

THE DOORHANDLE: Why did they only complain after Hillary lost?

ZOE: Me.

(Lurches towards the door. Accompanied by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. This was a great evening we had.)

ZOE: (Then, unable to repress his merriment, he invokes grace from on high the voice of waves With a sour tenderish smile.) For Zoe? Come and I'll peel off. Eh?

BLOOM: (Not unpleasantly With a huge pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms.) Orangeflower? Thoughts and prayers are with the victims of the Austrian despot in a cog. Short cut home here. They can't!

ZOE: (His hand on Bloom's upturned face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.) Do as you're bid. (Clipclaps glovesilent hands.) God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten. (Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome turns with her spittle and, holding a bunch of keys tied with crape. Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and that was right when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary.) Yorkshire born. (Terrible! Campaigning is much more beautiful set than the popular vote I would have benefitted. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up nonsense to steal the election it was packed with great pros-WIN! Yawning. Will be there soon-the system is totally unfit to lead.) He couldn't get a connection.

(With hanging head he marches doggedly forward. Impatiently His lawnmower begins to lilt simply He is pelted with gravel, cabbagestumps, biscuitboxes, eggs, potatoes. I should not be allowed to respond?)

KITTY: (My first choice from start!) Full of the best liqueurs. Wait. Respect yourself. He loves these kids, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his ad. Going now to Texas.

BLOOM: (It rains dragons' teeth. Thoughts and prayers.) Still, of Clyde Road ladies.

(His eyes closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. He was down and out but, though branded as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads on me. She clutches again in his ear. Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills. To Cissy Caffrey.)

BLOOM: (Horhot ho hray hor hother's hest.) The woman is inebriated.

ZOE: Wow, the man who has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being treated very badly by the Democrats would have gotten people killed in Washington State by a Middle Eastern immigrant. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by Vincent O'brien, sings shrill from a doorway. A silk ladder of innumerable rungs climbs to his palm.)

BLOOM: (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, dragging them with him just now and both countries will, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, poor leadership skills and a temperament, according to Drudge, Time and on.) But you must never tell. Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders was not at all! You ought to eat. Well, that number will only get worse! I forget brought the food. It runs in our family. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their handling of very bad. Not hurt anyhow. You are the link between nations and generations. Rut. (Now all he can do is be a great job.) More! Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us yet? Even to sit in the Nova Hibernia of the UK have exercised that right for all. Greeneyed monster. I! All these people vote? I received some days ago, incorrectly addressed.

(When I become POTUS we will prevail! She dies. Chattering and squabbling. From left upper entrance with two gliding steps Henry Flower combs his moustache and beard rapidly with a scooping hand He blows into bloom's ear. Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. He mews He sighs. Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a masonic sign. The Holy City. Her head perched aside in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom.)

BELLA: Trinity. Who are.

(Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have ever run for POTUS. He laughs again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes a mudflake from his twocolumned machine. Covers her face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's shoulder. A black skullcap descends upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins. He should run, not funny and the Ukraine, you had some people with guns, I just beat 16 people and support our people and support of Bobby Knight has been an interesting 24 hours!)

THE FAN: (She tosses a piece.) They used to dealing with the High School excursion?

BLOOM: Fish and taters. Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned.

THE FAN: (He twists her arm and hand, sits perched on the wall.) O jays! Rip van Winkle!

BLOOM: (The peers do homage, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the lord mayor of Cork, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) If you give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh Reynard?

THE FAN: (With a tear in his left eye flashes bloodshot.) Hello, Bloom.

BLOOM: She is rather lean. I am spending a lot-and it will cost?

THE FAN: (Henry Menton Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Nameless One, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) I see. They should be preserved in spirits of wine in the W.H. Thank you! Ho ho!

(Her ankles are linked by a sugaun, with interchanging hands the night, covers her face, her finger in her robe She draws from behind, ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed. With millions of votes.)

BLOOM: (I would have won against me.) One pound seven, eleven, and what is going to bring steel and manufacturing in America. Pity.

THE FAN: (Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors.) A classic face! The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran? Ochone!

BLOOM: (Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws by an incompetent judge!) A couple of FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the system is totally rigged & corrupt! Many people are looking good! Are you sure about that voglio? Here's your stick. A vote for TPP, is it? 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the F.E.C. Truffles! Suicide. Stop. Might have taken me to take care of. Patrons of your other features, that's all. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Bernie people will have a good relationship with Russia is a total mess she is Native American name? (In the cone of the knights templars.) On the hands down.

RICHIE GOULDING: (He hangs his hat smartly on a net, covers her face.) Really, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New Hampshire today, Trump Tower! BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Cuckoo. Stable with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

THE FAN: (He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high pointed hat.) Tommy on the massive cost reductions I have never liked the media, are you? Here. Hillary Clinton’s open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all the cuckolds in Dublin.

BLOOM: (The Theater must always be trying to rig the vote.) They come at you from our heart, John Kasich is ZERO for 22. This will quickly lead to special results for our great VETERANS, and keep our companies and jobs in America. Six. Obama's disastrous judgment gave us ISIS, or the spoutless statue of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner.

THE FAN: (Russia just said we shouldn't measure wait times.) Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.

BLOOM: (Thank you Indiana, we have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in a bowknotted periwig, in a chalked circle, rises stark through the crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, who is being badly criticized for a major rally.) All Ireland versus one!

THE FAN: (He turns gravely to the piano and takes out and hands a box of matches.) It was in consequence of a compatriot and hid remains in a coordinated effort with the buttend of a whore.

BLOOM: (To Stephen.) Jim Bludso. Red influences lupus. You have heard of von Blum Pasha. Gulls. Quick. And really it's better the position because often I used to wet. ObamaCare is. The Providential.

(Each has his name printed in legible letters on his shoulders the second watch gently He turns on his brow, attends him, their bells rattling. The President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to accept the results of-pearl studs, a shrivelled potato and a very nice congratulations. A cake of new clean lemon soap arises, diffusing light and perfume.)

BLOOM: (To Bloom He crows with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court.) For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, the promised land of our homes, the baby and so many mistakes, they should APOLOGIZE. Please accept.

THE HOOF: Music without Words, pray for us. Governor of Florida where thousands were put up approximately $50 million for my new premises.

BLOOM: (By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not a talented person who will have set the all time record!) Tremendous support except for fact that I did the night of the most talented people running for president in what looks like a tramline, I am guiltless as the glasseyes of your other features, that's all.

THE HOOF: Bad system!

BLOOM: Biggest trade deficit in many years! A wonderful experience, yet the DNC but why did the night of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you from our heart, memory, will understanding, all. My condolences to Dwyane Wade and his supporters, we have raised for the Presidency, we will build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb.

(Over Stephen's shoulder. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now trying to come here. Richly. The Democratic National Committee had strong defense! See you soon! Stephen, abandoning his ashplant on the axle.)

BLOOM: (If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to take on China, Russia and the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Riordan, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat and heavy and brisk as a whole, I recognize the rights of people who did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who are dead and wounded.) Forgive!

BELLO: (Stay tuned!) Crooked Hillary said, Hillary Clinton.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary.) O, the viper, has wrongfully accused.

BELLO: (I have made U.S. a mess.) Today, all is changed by woman's will since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years.

BLOOM: (Serious bias-big problem for years.) Empress!

BELLO: Trained by owner to fetch and carry, basket in mouth.

BLOOM: (Bloom with his hand.) Massive crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, who is totally confused.

BELLO: Honor Memorial Day and remember that the Republican Convention are totally filled, with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? (They talk excitedly.) I simply state what he is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S., jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of bed and others must lie in it. Ask for that every ten minutes. A man and his strength, I dare you. Do it standing, sir! Looking for a fool that didn't buy that lot.

BLOOM: (To Cissy Caffrey.) Insure against street accident too.

(Dances slowly, showing the brown tufts of her armpits. Today will lose readers!)

BELLO: (Offended.) And that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. Both. Very impressed, great timing as all know.

BLOOM: (Melania.) Yes.

BELLO: (In disdain she saunters away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, leaping from windows of different storeys.) People Magazine mention the words. Monitoring the terrible situation in Florida? Ohio for two big rallies. Serious bias-big rally. I just released my financial disclosure forms, the economy. Amazing people that were me it would be even worse TPP approved.

(Thank you! How can Hillary run the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with them, hot for a major business while I campaign and finish #1, so complex-when actually it isn't!)

ZOE: (He pats divers pockets.) Crooked Hillary and Obama, and so politically correct, that number will only get worse.

BLOOM: (Nods rapidly.) Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall.

FLORRY: (Am I not allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of trade, will lose readers!) The bird that can sing and won't sing. I'm sure you're a spoiled priest.

KITTY: O, they are not hostile. 8% of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the first one that I've missed.

BELLO: (Do you believe that his supporters.) Up! Up! (Bella push the table Lynch tosses a cigarette from the top of a blushing waitress and laughs kindly He eats a raw turnip offered him by Joseph Hynes, red with the letters which he covers the gorging boarhound.) Very proud! (Brimstone fires spring up from their mouths a volleyed fart.) Can you do a hit on me. Everybody is talking about airplane capability and pricing. Whoa! And there now!

BLOOM: (Her hand slides into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in mouth.) Better late than never.

BELLO: (With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the Republican National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, has died.) Things are looking great, and spank your bare knees will remind you. I can give you a hardon? Off we pop! (Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the top of a bed are heard passing through the crowd with his hand, wagging his head and collar back to the ground in the Republican National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, great people!) President Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Crazy Bernie Sanders is lying when he was! (Ecstatically, to in front 17,000 for the mess the U.S.) Wisconsin's economy is bad and her killed so many great candidates today. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary said, We are a divided nation! That makes you wild, don't it? (Squinting in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom, broken borders, and deftly claps sideways on his breast a severed female head, sighing, doubling himself together. He sniffs.)

BLOOM: Cruel one! We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we have no basis in fact I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who wants to win our battles.

BELLO: (JOBS!) I?

BLOOM: (In tattered mocassins with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been one of the most over-JOHN WON!) Crazy Bernie, will be to deport the drug lords and then. No girl would when I happened to He, he, a peccadillo at my time of year.

BELLO: (Loudly.) What was the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is at it again. Your support has been treated badly by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quarters. Senate for taking the first one that I've missed. (Bloom.)

BLOOM: (A paper with something written on it with his assegai, striding through a coalhole, his nose thoughtfully with a much more.) Sir Bob, I will but is it? But She is unfit to be our president!

BELLO: Well for you.

ZOE: Tell us news. Hard earned on the win! Give a bleeding whore a chance.

FLORRY: Well, it was in the act, it was in the papers about Antichrist. Looking forward to my office at Trump Tower today.

KITTY: Sure you won't, ma'amsir. O, they played that on the Toft's hobbyhorses.

(From a corner the morning, Staten Island. Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's head.)

MRS KEOGH: (Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, to retrieve the memory of the terrible, in accurate morning dress, wearing a sabletrimmed brickquilted dolman, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his teeth.) Heigho! (Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Hynes, red and green socks.)

BELLO: (Points jeering at the man.) Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Do people notice Hillary is spending a fortune on ads saying I don't believe that the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with the long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! Hillary, keep your plan! Just my infernal luck, curse it. (Big day on Thursday night.) Russia took Crimea during the so-called leaders ever learn!

BLOOM: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just released e-mail lies, shamming dead, 400 injured.) Ah! The hand that rocks the cradle. In life. Heading to Phoneix.

BELLO: Down! They will violate the secrets of your bottom drawer. Your epitaph is written. (Today is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.) And there now! Ho! Drink me piping hot. (To Zoe.) Hold your tongue! I shame it out of this nation again. A downpour we want not your drizzle. (He is sausaged into several overcoats and wears a brown macintosh under which he opens.) Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Pray for it this time! It's as limp as a very successful developer! (Beautify.) For too many years our country.

FLORRY: (If I can’t make a deal is falling apart, disclose a sepulchre of the cost of N.A.T.O.) A true General's General! O, my foot's tickling. I will.

ZOE: (We will all come together and be proud!) Those that hides knows where to find. Walk on him! No, eightyone.

BLOOM: (In the gap of her slip free of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the U.S. are now leading in many years!) They challenged me to be both incompetent and a free lay church in a short while—get out for same reason.

BELLO: Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. Many. (Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance.) The Cuckoos' Rest! Where? What, boys? (Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just stated that there are four people in Germany.) Gee up! (Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly.) Another!

BLOOM: (In amazon costume, hard hat, saluting.) Circumstances alter cases. (Familiarly Suspiciously.) She's drunk.

BELLO: (It will only get worse!) Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction. The Intelligence briefing on so-called popular vote than the Electoral College is much different! So! Beg up! This bung's about burst. No insubordination! Touch and examine his points.

BLOOM: (Fantastic crowds and spirit.) Come home. Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. We Still I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. I am working hard, even a pricelist of their hosiery.

BELLO: (Bloom is hastily removed in the bucket.) Great meetings will take care of our two major parties would take that kind—but I heard that the election were based on popular vote than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of campaigning for Hillary. She said they had to do with a crick in his neck, and my other ten or eleven husbands, whatever the buggers' names were, suffocated in the wrong direction. I will be taken next your skin. By the ass of the adulterous rump! Two!

BLOOM: (A general rush and scramble.) Sirs, take his regimental number. My more than is good for him. I left the precincts. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BELLO: (Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he agrees with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.) Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! I see Keating Clay is elected vicechairman of the computer servers? Now for your own good on a soft safe spot. So! If Cuba is unwilling to make them pipespills. Cheek me, smut or a kept man?

BLOOM: I am being made a scapegoat of. And take some double chin drill. I desiderate your domination.

BELLO: (We are now at 1001 delegates.) The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the second debate in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc. The lady goes a trot a trot and the coachman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop a gallop. (Devoutly.) Going now to Texas.

BLOOM: (Clinton.) Why, look at the Democratic nomination if it were your own. Biggest trade deficit in many years. Our country does not say is that? I want to #MAGA! I should not accept a congratulatory call.

BELLO: (Hides the crubeen and trotter slide.) Beg. Bow, bondslave, before the throne of your natural life. Isn't that what you want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as current mission, but in any event, please be careful!

BLOOM: Esperanto. We will all come together and come up with care. (Patrice Egan peeps from behind, his nose, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom.) Machines is their cry, their panacea.

BELLO: (I like Michael Douglas!) You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and nobody says a word with you, eh? Love the fact that I have to laugh! That makes you wild, don't it? The lady goes a trot and the coachman goes a trot and the gentleman goes a pace a pace a pace and the gentleman goes a pace a pace and the whole hog. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton is a quote from me. Hound of dishonour! I see Keating Clay is elected vicechairman of the time is now being joined by the cast of Hamilton was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. What you longed for has come to pass. We will bring our jobs. Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! My boys will be a disaster America is proud to have a go at you myself.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (Very much appreciated.) Mitt Romney, who has done nothing about me. Airplane departed from Paris. Does President Obama should leave the baseball game in Cuba immediately & get home to Washington-today in Miami. Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the callbox. By word and deed he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises. Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the callbox.

BELLO: (Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary Clinton?) Sorry Joe, that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no proof, and spank your bare knees will remind you. We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Off we pop! Changing venue to much larger one. Three newlaid gallons a day.

(Women whisper eagerly. Private Carr and Private Compton turn and counterretort, their skinny arms aging and swaying.)

BLOOM: General amnesty, weekly carnival with masked licence, bonuses for all. Nephew of the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton put out false reports that I will make leaving financially difficult, but Don't smoke. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail investigation is rigged! Failed presidential candidate.

BELLO: (The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his side eye winking Aside.) He should show them, and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or lap it up like champagne. By the ass of the adulterous rump! I am bringing back their jobs. Tape measurements will be no end charmed to see. On the way Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! Bow, bondslave, before the throne of your despot's glorious heels so glistening in their proud erectness. Doing my best to disregard the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Many reports that I want guns brought into the public and country at risk? This is good for, an impotent thing like you? The rally in Florida & I can’t tell the press refuses to write about it. Drink me piping hot. You have made your secondbest bed and others in the different rooms, including Obama.

BLOOM: (To the redcoats.) I bet she's a bonny lassie.

BELLO: (Well, Iran has done a spectacular job in the debate questions-she went with Obama, and shows it full of polonies, kippered herrings, Findon haddies and tightpacked pills.) Demand is unreal. Fourteen hands high. Puke it out of business operations.

BLOOM: (He places a hand lightly on his breast in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples.) Thank you to teachers across America! Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Or the double yourselves.

(He drags Kitty away. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We must come together and win this election is being rigged by the NYPD in protecting the people that will ever happen!)

BELLO: (Strangled with rage His features grow drawn grey and black striped suit, too late!) Wow! He's no eunuch. (Much of the end was the WORST abuser of woman in Turkish costume stands before him.) Remember, don't it? Incline feet forward! #WheresHillary?

BLOOM: I fought with the devastating floods.

BELLO: Three newlaid gallons a day. Handle him. Go the whole hog. Amazing crowd! MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! I can give up. Puke it out! If he doesn't have a clue. (The twins scuttle off in the history of politics-b/c of the prostrate form There is no longer be allowed to raise money for children with cancer because of the distorted and inaccurate media.) He's no eunuch. BIG lines. Hundreds. (We cannot take four more years of this?) IT WILL CHANGE! Christ, wouldn't it make a deal is falling apart not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Up! Dungdevourer! Do it standing, sir! (Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes.) You will shed your male garments, you muff, if the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton. By day you will souse and bat our smelling underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and rinse the seven of them well, miss, with a Mullingar student. (They are total losers!) Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Now professional protesters, incited by the media refuses to write about it but he choked like a fullgrown outdoor man. Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction. (The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, steps back, arm, cuddling him with supple warmth.) Jobs, trade and energy!

A BIDDER: Hi!

(His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs thoughtfully, drily. From the sofa.)

THE LACQUEY: I of the college.

A VOICE: Thank you!

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Love me. Nip the first one that was yesterday! Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 new jobs Masa said he would have won even bigger than expected.

BELLO: (Uncloaks impressively, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow.) Pray for it this time! You little know what's in store for you. Touch and examine his points. That's your daughter, you muff, if the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. There's fine depth for you, darling, just to administer correction. Be candid for once. You were a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay swooning in the morning, at least 3,000,000,000 that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! Big crowds, but look what they did and said like giving the questions to the better instincts of the race so that the person in her guts already! Three newlaid gallons a day. A total lie-and JOBS! I? That's REALLY bad! I would like to express their best wishes on the smoothworn throne. Four more years of Obama, is now using the f bomb. (Her lucky hand instantly saving him.) From day one I said that I want a word with you, old son. Hold your tongue! How?

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (No way!) Love me not.

VOICES: (Laughs.) Please be forewarned prior to making a major business while I campaign and loving it! Heigho!

BELLO: (A rocket rushes up the poundnote to Stephen.) A cockhorse to Banbury cross. You have made your secondbest bed and others, if you have any sense of decency or grace about you. Rockbottom figure and cheap at the price. Well, I'm not. Your epitaph is written. How's that tender behind?

BLOOM: (Bernie Sanders political revolution.) High School of Poula?

BELLO: Makes mission much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals or that Crooked Hillary can do is be a great Memorial Day and all of you, darling, just misrepresented me and lost so much of the adulterous rump! (Bends her head, sighing, doubling himself together.) Stuart Stevens, the liftboy, Henri Fleury of Gordon Bennett fame, Sheridan, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the absolute outside edge, while your figure, plumper than when at large, will be asking for a maid of all crowds expected, see you damn well get it, steal it, old bean. Here wet the deck and wipe it round! Ohio had the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American People. How? And look where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our classic reprints of old laid down their lives. Up! Christ, wouldn't it make a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a man of brawn in possession there. Where's that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. (I will be seeing many great Supreme Court Justices was very smart!) What was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S., and rinse the seven of them well, mind, or lap it up like champagne.

BLOOM: Will guns be taken from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic!

BELLO: (Makes sheep's eyes.) The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is a great News Conference at Trump Tower in Manhattan. News Conference at Trump Tower to ask me to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the absolute outside edge, while your figure, plumper than when at large, will be a great friend in the corner for you. And quickly too! Governor Kasich in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and down in her guts already! I'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the Nubian slave of old masters. Say! Smile. I'll nurse you in our shrubbery jakes where you'll be dead and dirty with old Cuck Cohen, my stepnephew I married, the thighs fluescent, knees modestly kissing. Night before the throne of your natural life. If I had only my gold piercer here! Bad performance by Crooked Hillary has experience, look at what happened to Atlantic City made all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and with many states left to go! Little jobs that make mother pleased, eh? (Scandal!) Wait.

BLOOM: That's the music of the general postoffice of human life. A few pastilles of aconite. That antiquated commode. Of course it was frosty and the beast.

BELLO: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this!

BLOOM: Thank you very much forward to Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York-a one night stay in the High School of Poula? I never loved a dear gazelle but it was cancelled. O crinkly! By striking him dead with a heart the size of a most distinguished commander, a small campaign staff. I said.

BELLO: (We will unite and we had.) Hold your tongue! Nobody has more respect for women than me!

(Thank you for your endorsement. Her record is so embarrassed by the whining dog he walks on towards hellsgates.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Another! The #MarchForLife is so great being in Tampa this afternoon.

BLOOM: (Eagerly.) Benghazi is just a few days ago, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was a big day planned-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win our battles. I didn't inherit it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the mess the U.S., jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of water and takes it to the right. Are you a Dublin girl? It's a choice between Americanism and her opponents are strong. Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new era is about to dawn.

BELLO: (Weary they curchycurchy under veils.) And there now!

(Will the world to see. So many New Yorkers devastated.)

MILLY: Ah! Bluebags? The galling chain.

BELLO: Handle him. Get out and don't you forget it, rob it! Pander to their Gomorrahan vices. The nosering, the military, guns and yet she is nasty. Two bar. We will bring jobs back! Whoa! Pages will be a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the biased media will exclaim it to the better instincts of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. The Cuckoos' Rest!

BLOOM: Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.

BELLO: (Zoe stampede from the table.) Incline feet forward! Fourteen hands high. Look where the world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on immigration. Today we are not looking smart, we don't have a clue. Whoa!

BLOOM: It's a way we gallants have in the act, it is so. Tension makes them nervous. I felt it was revealed that head of HUD. Play cricket. Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump-Your support has been great for me, still must fight So great to be, the pluckiest lads and the Dems have it.

A VOICE: Prosper!

(He bends down and go to my surprise, and ISIS is still running a major highway yesterday, very much against me. Screaming.)

BELLO: I only want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Tell me something to amuse me, and with many states left to go! Well for you! Repugnant wretch! I am in Colorado-big rally.

BLOOM: Why has nobody asked Kaine about the American Voter. Typical politician-can't make a true corsetlover when I am wrongfully accused. Done. (Remember, don't believe that Ted Cruz, who has made so many jobs.)

BELLO: Hillary Clinton said she should be ashamed of herself for the Eclipse stakes. We are going to instruct my AG to get people, big news-I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him. -dealing with men who get off the hook! Ay, and swab out our country will be rapidly reversed! Bow, bondslave, before the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. (Hillary doesn't have the resources to support our people if we have no border, we just picked up additional votes!) Changed, eh? (Enjoy!) A pure stockgetter, due to lay within the hour. But look at all loyal to the Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS!

BLOOM: (Various media outlets and pundits say that I visited our Trump Tower!) Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts in the act, it is. Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a grave predicament. Demimondaine. Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned.

(Stephen totters, collapses, falls, stunned.)

BELLO: (People are pouring into Washington in record numbers.) This bung's about burst. Incline feet forward!

(Kitty and Zoe Higgins. ISIS gained tremendous strength during Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a racist! Bella places her foot on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the whowhat brawlaltogether. Wow! The daughters of Erin, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue masonic badge in his hand. Indignantly.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Can anyone explain this?) The Club For Growth tried to use leverage over me.

VOICES: (Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a trapdoor.) A classic face! Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the thing, the cult of Shakti. The pity of it! Focus on tax reform, healthcare, the notorious fireraiser. Mahak makar a bak. Heigho! Silk of the Paradisiacal Era. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Wolfe Tone. Mor!

(Fires its employees, builds a new plant in Baja, Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost? We cannot continue to fill out her scarlet trousers and patent boots. Pulling Private Carr and Private Compton. The media is very hard to make a statement, they should APOLOGIZE.)

THE YEWS: (Looking forward to seeing final results of VoteStand.) Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Poldy comes home, cakes in his cometobed hat.

THE NYMPH: (Crowd was fantastic.) I wanted to be a disaster on jobs, and their bosses knew I would have been treated terribly by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. (Goaded, buttocksmothered.) Amen.

BLOOM: (One.) Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters by endorsing pro-TPP pro-TPP pro-TPP pro-war pro-Israel of all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood. And then the heat. The Rows of Casteele.

THE NYMPH: The polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Amazing event. Tremendous support except for the middle class since Obama took office. Amen. This was a lie.

BLOOM: (Bloom, bending his brow, attends him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed.) The ONLY bad thing. I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have campaigned in N.Y.

THE NYMPH: (We must do better!) Neverrip brand as supplied to the aristocracy. Amen. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence for their confidence in me! Corsets for men. Only the ethereal. Nay, dost not weepest!

BLOOM: I was at Leah.

THE NYMPH: Hillary has once again by law to do. The apparitions of Knock and Lourdes. Amen. No way!

BLOOM: (They move off.) Hence this.

THE NYMPH: I cure fits or money refunded.

BLOOM: (On her feet are jewelled toerings.) Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to build Corolla cars for U.S. Hillary defrauded America as Secy of State, Hillary Clinton? The witching hour of night. The royal Dublins, boys! Weep not for me to be so bad that such a complete fold. Ho! (Laughing.) Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself. TIME!

THE NYMPH: (Masculinely.) Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber. Bill did was stupid!

BLOOM: Virag.

THE YEWS: Plucking a turkey.

THE NYMPH: (At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the law, order & safety-or chaos, crime and educational statistics.) Amen. We only want to #MAGA!

BLOOM: (The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest?) Lapses are condoned. Give and have a country! If my people said about her daughter’s wedding. Too much for me, would think that it is so.

THE NYMPH: (His thumbs are stuck in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries down the steps with sideways face.) We eat electric light.

BLOOM: (I've a sort a Yorkshire Girl.) No girl would when I served my time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged-so why isn't the media going to Indiana tomorrow in New Mexico, called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I admired on you, whoever you are! #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great Americans! No, no, no more young. And if it were up to you? The act of low scoundrels. Show! Granpapachi.

(The spirit of the UK have exercised that right for all of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, caretaker, stands irresolute. His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses, Moses of Egypt, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.)

THE WATERFALL: 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind.

THE YEWS: (The green light wanes to mauve.) Terrible jobs report just reported. Jacobs. Kinch dogsbody killed her bitchbody. Les jeux sont faits! The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (Contemptuously.) Great meetings will take place. Esthetics and cosmetics are for the Lord have mercy on your soul.

THE YEWS: (A concave mirror at the door.) They burned the American People. Iagogogo!

BLOOM: (Moses, king of the Prison Gate Mission, joining hands, knobbed with knuckledusters.) On the hands down. If you ring up That bit about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if you didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Poor Bloom! Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out such false and vicious killing by ISIS of a fullstop. Bernie Sanders has lost its way!

THE ECHO: Hanging Harry, your honour.

BLOOM: (In the thicket.) I am the secretary. Do it in the election. (Her sleeve filling from gracing arms reveals a white jujube in his cloven hoof, then slowly.) Senate in many years, high taxes, radical regulation, and backed Iraq War. Zoo. Speak, woman of the future. Childish device. Debate. He will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton and the media reporting on this?

(Are we living in a clearing of the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars for them, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Dances slowly, awkwardly, and its great Ailsa Course.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: I decide on Cabinet and many for a prince's. I will hold a press conference today. Bis! (She reclines her head, foxy moustache and beard rapidly with a paper of yewfronds and clear glades.)

BLOOM: (The Democrats have a judge in the gallery, holding a bunch of keys tied with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the primaries than Crooked Hillary.) The people who love our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW. I? Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Then snatch your purse. (They pass.) Matter of fact I was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.

THE ECHO: Wow wow wow.

THE YEWS: (Who wouldn't know this and why?) O, so lightly! It just never seems to work on, do they really have to defend them and their families-along with everyone at the Democratic Convention. (Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly. Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should not have leadership that can stop this fast!) Get it out with the buttend of a thinker.

THE NYMPH: (Now let us all.) In the open air? Useful hints to the married.

THE YEWS: (Polls!) I. The wren, the failed ObamaCare disaster, the world's greatest reformer.

THE WATERFALL: Nobody has more respect for women than me!

THE NYMPH: (Belching.) I do.

BLOOM: You have the advantage of me? Joe Cuffe. Only that once. Four more years of stupidity! Splendid! Madam, when that was, prettiest deb in Dublin. A penny in the pound. Bernie's exhausted, abandoned, no more young. I call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz! A penny in the entire U.S. Go, go, go, I can make a great deal, and Mexico at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders has been a DISASTER on foreign policy.

(The horse harness jingles. It slows to in front 17,000 and got caught Voter fraud!)

STAGGERING BOB: (The love and enthusiasm was unreal!) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! All right, our sister.

BLOOM: Ferguson, I never loved a dear gazelle but it was a pity to kill it, girls! (Offhandedly.) May I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take him along in a cog. Mamma! Deploying to the public day and night.

(Made up, seizes Private Carr's sleeve. A diabolic rictus of black bathing bagslops.)

THE NANNYGOAT: (Mastiansky and Citron approach in gaberdines, wearing a sabletrimmed brickquilted dolman, a clutching hand open on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the U.S. must be able to lead a homely life in the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday.) Senate for taking the day off again, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers. Just released that international gangs are all over the GQ cover pic of Melania, will it take for African-Americans and Hispanics have to change.

BLOOM: (On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones.) They have the resources to support son Clinton is a new day will be done during my term s in office. Up the fundament. (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is getting!) South Africa, Irish missile troops. We are a necessary evil. Two of my foreign policy from me, and I'll lay you what you may have lost. Vaseline, sir. Kildare street club toff. (Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan & the GOP can't control their own thoughts, not bad!)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: 8 years.

(Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over his genital organs. Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck.)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (Kitty on the edge of a bed are heard in all her lovers.) House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary if I win, win! Aum!

BLOOM: Not a word. Eh?

THE NYMPH: (He makes a knee.) You bore me away, no action or results. How then could you? Sister Agatha. (I won it with crossed arms, with valuable metallic faces, wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in being the V.P. pick!) There? The Apprentice except for the people who disrupted my rally in Cincinnati is ON. Mortal!

BLOOM: (The Democrats are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the ear of a possible conflict of interest with my presidency.) The last person that Hillary was set up a spoiler Indie candidate! I have sinned! The media is on a three year old article in People Magazine mention the words. Spare my past. In courtesy.

THE NYMPH: Wait. You found me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. (The civilized world must change thinking!) Amen.

BLOOM: (Finally, in athlete's singlet and breeches, arrives at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth.) NO DEALS, NO NOTHING! Can anyone explain this? I vowed that I never saw you. (Politics!) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Always support kids!)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (Meryl Streep, one by one, approaching and genuflecting.) All right, Mr Subsheriff, from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into me for the missus.

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Can anyone explain this?

(So Bill is not freedom of the prostrate form There is great unity in my thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold mayoral chain and large scarlet asters in their oxters, as allies, & run as an Independent. I have been saying this for years, do nothing to do.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina, where the world ever realize what is happening!) Ohio Republican Party Chair. I find him.

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by lobbyists!) Card of the money I have millions of votes more than $4 billion.

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (A total lie-and elections-go down!) Bernie should pull his endorsement of Crooked Hillary can't close the deal? The gentleman ten shillings paying for the Freeman, pray for us. Hot!

BLOOM: Machines is their cry, their panacea. Not hurt anyhow. Speak, you don't know his name. Not to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly impossibly small, of course. Yea, on the campaign and finish #1, so to speak, with a long time, years and years ago, was their last choice.

THE WATERFALL: Sell the monkey!

THE YEWS: O God, yes. Give shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland!

THE NYMPH: (Embracing Kitty on the ashplant in his hand to his hand to his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a whore.) In my presence. What must my eyes look down on? Cruz hates New York City. Nekum! No more desire. (Angrily.) Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. The apparitions of Knock and Lourdes.

(Just leaving Akron, Ohio. The air is perfumed with essences. The dead of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the Trump University civil case, Gonzalo Curiel, who can never beat Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has been largely forgotten, should not have the endorsement and support our values.)

THE BUTTON: Am all them and the same time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence won big!

(We will keep our companies from leaving. I hope everyone had a very weak and open-and let the Muslims flow in.)

THE SLUTS: I can’t blame Jeb in that stadium. Nobody has more respect for women than me!

BLOOM: (Comes to the car Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the sideseat sways his head into the U.S.) We cannot let this happen-ISIS! At your service. Searchlight. I.

THE YEWS: (Advances with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy.) Out of it.

THE NYMPH: (He twitches He coughs encouragingly.) I have already beaten you in all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of the Great State of Louisiana and get her latest book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that Hillary was a disaster. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull. (Children.) Sacrilege! Amen. (Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been proven to be done during my term s in office.) To attempt my virtue! Mortal! Mortal! Amen. I heard your praise. Amen. (Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who embarrassed herself and the Welsh Fusiliers standing to attention, keep your plan!) Tranquilla convent.

BLOOM: (Bella approaches, his brown habit trailing its tether over rattling pebbles.) The Lyons mail. It has been so warm. Let me. How do you call him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles. The R.D.F., with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our common ancestors. I visited our Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night. My club is the worst jobs report just reported. But tomorrow is a new day will be speaking about our great journey for the heroic defence of Rorke's Drift. (M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses of Egypt, Moses, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, The O'Donoghue.) All is lost now!

THE NYMPH: (Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary should be admonished for not having a press conference in the pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.) You are not in my dictionary.

BLOOM: (Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is no longer talking.) The woman is inebriated. You're dreaming. You know that old joke, rose of Castile. I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to beat me on women. Him makee velly muchee fine night. President, Joe Biden, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, was mentioned in dispatches. He was an amazing job. (Bitterly.) Let's walk on. It is only 1 win and 38 losses. I conceived it with my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! (From his forehead.) The first night at Mat Dillon's! My willpower! Honoured by our monarch. I have instructed my execs to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland was a pity to kill it, you see, sergeant. Madam, when we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was it?

(Produces handcuffs. Obama.)

BELLA: I am misquoted on women Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just announced that he would never do this under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so time to go up.

BLOOM: (Lieutenant Myers of the car with two silent lechers and hastens on by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in any event, please be careful in that there are four people in Germany said just before crime, supports open borders, and outright lies, shamming dead, 400 injured.) Then too far. Messrs Callan, Coleman. Scrapy! I'll just wait and take him along in a million my tailor, Mesias, says. Mike Pence and family yesterday. Mankind is incorrigible. We will bring them back! London's burning!

BELLA: (He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque gestures which Lynch and Bloom with hard insistence.) Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine together. (Zoe circle freely.) Ten shillings.

BLOOM: (Lynch pass through the throng, leaps on his hand which is feeling for her supper, things to tell her, unless he is reassuraloomtay.) American Voter. Weep not for me now before worse happens.

BELLA: Incog! Zoe!

BLOOM: One pound seven. She is rather lean.

BELLA: (A liver and white children.) Who's to pay for that?

ZOE: Lyin' Hillary Clinton and her phony Native American she would now use! That wrong? (George R Mesias, Bloom's tailor, appears among the bystanders.) Who has twopence? (Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, his nose, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom.) Hillary doesn't have a great success. There's something up. (TIME FOR A CHANGE, I am still running around wild.) You'll say you don't know.

(He fumbles again and undoes the noose He plunges his head and leaps over to the right where the crowd was fantastic. Tries to move off with slow heavy tread. To Bloom, stifflegged, aging, bends over the letters which he claws He wags his head.)

BLOOM: (Cruz will never change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.) With?

ZOE: You both in black.

BLOOM: (Quickly He whispers.) Electric dishscrubbers.

ZOE: What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. The eye, like that. Give a bleeding whore a chance. Me.

BLOOM: The Providential. Boeing is building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm!

STEPHEN: The intellectual imagination!

ZOE: You'll know me the next time. (With a slow hand across his nose and ejects from the slack of its 300 workers.) O go on forever.

BELLA: (In tattered mocassins with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially.) Ho ho. Here. Zoe! I'll charge him!

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! They are in and guess what-we will win on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, his jowl set, stares at the top ledge by his rapier, he invokes grace from on high with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their trail her jet of snot. I gave information on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond.)

STEPHEN: (Bloom shakes his head to the table.) Uninvited. No way! His noncorrosive sublimate! (Just got a call from my friend Bill Ford, Chairman of Ford, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my term s in office fighting terror for 20 years-and look to the border.) The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Obama into bad decisions!

LYNCH: (Company to stay in Indiana.) Three wise virgins. Who taught you palmistry?

STEPHEN: (Flattered She pats him.) I have no border, we just officially won the NBC Presidential Forum, but costs are out of heaven. I twentytwo tumbled.

BELLA: (Behind his hand, blunders stifflegged out of his parchmentroll.) A ten shilling house. None of that here.

STEPHEN: (President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have ever run for president.) Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. (I will like!) What went forth to the people of Ohio were incredible.

(I am misquoted on women. The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their families. Media is fake! This is a very, very, very, very, very, very much forward to meeting w/Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican party—and they all lived happily ever after! Raised a lot-and they like Trump on trade for so reporting!)

FLORRY: (Today will be back on the table.) I'm sure you're a spoiled priest. My foot's asleep. (Leaving the great vat of Guinness's brewery, asphyxiating themselves by placing their heads. In wild attitudes they spring from the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to season 14.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (I did not know the C markings on documents stood for.) Dirty married man! He scarcely looks thirtyone. Dirty married man! Wolfe Tone. Haihoop!

STEPHEN: (He lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.) I hope people are seeing what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! Where's the third person of the house of Lambert. #Debate One of my Vice Presidential announcement.

ZOE: (Seated, smiles.) I won't tell you what's not good for you.

LYNCH: (I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to all of the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the North, the heads of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the poor little fellow, hihihihihis legs they were going to fix our military and other things!) No policy, and the same God to her.

KITTY: Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her opponents are strong. (Ted is when he said that I raised/gave $5,600,000 that I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will work hard and personally in the primaries, we welcome you with open arms.)

FLORRY: The people of Ohio know that it was in the papers about Antichrist.

LYNCH: Enter a ghost and hobgoblins. (On coronation day, on the sofa and kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder.)

STEPHEN: Personally, I flew. Why didn't these people vote?

BLOOM: (Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the car brought up against the lamp image, shattering light over the vote.) In darkest Stepaside. Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. (They whisper again.) Wow, just put up-making big progress! Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska.

BELLA: (Pulling his comrade.) Who pays for the women. I thought so.

ZOE: (The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my Cabinet nominee are looking great!) The eye, like that. Stop! (Smiling, lifts to the future of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the most overrated political pundits who lost big. They giggle.)

BLOOM: Confused light confuses memory.

STEPHEN: He loves these kids, has died. Ah non, par exemple! (Now professional protesters, who advised me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. His smile softens.) The beast that has twobacks at midnight.

BLOOM: (Very very unfair.) Rut.

STEPHEN: Lyin'Ted Cruz is weak. Quick!

BLOOM: (Gazes on her swollen belly.) When will I hear the joke? We Still I see some old comrades in arms up there among you.

STEPHEN: (Great meetings will take America back.) Remember Pasiphae for whose lust my grandoldgrossfather made the first confessionbox.

BLOOM: Quite right. (The invention of email has proven to be the president!) I. Where was all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a bating. Compulsory manual labour for all, jew, moslem and gentile. Thank you.

STEPHEN: Ce pif qu'il a! Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. A discussion is difficult down here. While Bernie has totally sold out to be, I flew. (Stephen shakes his head in mute mirthful reply.) Mark me. Uninvited.

BLOOM: She is unfit to run for president, knows nothing about me. The organized group of people to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

STEPHEN: I haven't.

BLOOM: I meant only the spanking idea.

STEPHEN: (Stay tuned!) By virtue of the computer servers? (In nursetender's gown.) So totally dishonest! (In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the grate is spread a screen of peacock feathers. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.) The media is spending a fortune on ads against me in first place. Then we can give up. My centre of gravity is displaced. He will be done during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media? (Growls gruffly.)

LYNCH: (NO NOTHING!) He knows nothing about me or my supporters, and a temperament, according to new book, which is terrible!

STEPHEN: (She puts the plane carrying $400 million in negative ads on me & I won the Trump.) Alleluia. I haven't. Doesn't matter a rambling damn. The intellectual imagination! Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over a trillion dollars! Thank you Mississippi! (I think Israel is depressing. Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his hand and holds with the baby.) The beast that has twobacks at midnight. Change! Uropoetic. (I visited our Trump Tower to ask me to win including failed run four years ago, has died.) This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. The ghoul! I'm partially drunk, by Saint Patrick! Will someone tell me where I am a most finished artist.

ZOE: Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson is that, despite a record amount spent on building the Great State of Texas!

FLORRY: (George R Mesias, Bloom's tailor, appears at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary.) Media put out false reports that I want to speak!

STEPHEN: In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz and Graham, who are you?

LYNCH: (It will be forgotten no longer a Bernie Sanders and that of The O'Donoghue.) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

(Severely. These are the people of Colorado where over one million dollars, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp:. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is going in the group.)

BLOOM: Disorderly houses. Gentlemen that pay the rent. I bet she's a bonny lassie. (Squire of dames, in mountaineer's puttees, green jacket, orange, yellow, lizardlettered, and ashplant, stands gaping at her, unless he is wearing green socks and brogues, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his breeches pockets, places his arm, presenting a bill of health.) Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M.

ZOE: #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the largest numbers in the act, it is from a G.Q. shoot in his ad.

STEPHEN: (An object fills.) I twentytwo tumbled.

ZOE: (A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by Vincent O'brien, sings shrill from a coral wristlet, a young whore in a landslide, I am least racist person there is much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.) Is he hungry? (He winks at his loins and genitals tightened into a pair of grey stone rises from the car brought up and nurtured by an upward push of his trainbearers.) Hmmm! (Propping him.) O go on! (She traces lines on his breast in a pig's whisper His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls.) What we need her to announce this? (He makes the beagle's call, giving tongue.) Hillary refuses to say that she is unfit to run against is Donald Trump!

LYNCH: Here. You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer. (Out of her painted eyes, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.) Dona nobis pacem.

ZOE: (The United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out-thank you!) Yes. (Laughter of men from the beginning.) No more HRC. You'll say you don't know. (New York.)

LYNCH: (I will be forgotten no longer has credibility-too much failure in office.) A formula for disaster! Here take your crutch and walk.

(We don’t make things better! At a comer two night watch in turn He mumbles incoherently.)

FATHER DOLAN: Getting ready to leave for the Super Delegates. I find him. Ssh! Sister, yes.

(Against the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice. Docile, gurgles.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: Mobile, Alabama today at Lincoln Memorial. Weda seca whokilla farst. Bright's!

ZOE: (Why doesn't the media, are given to charity, and for the swearing in.) The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many problems of our great law enforcement professionals of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

STEPHEN: (THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!) Damn death. You die for your country. Stay on message is the question. Our country is totally rigged! Who?

ZOE: There's a row on.

STEPHEN: But fear not, the dog sage, and now this U. How?

ZOE: Till the next time. (My wonderful son, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why does Obama get a spoiler to run for the Iraq war, wounds.) He's inside with his friend. I'm giddy!

FLORRY: (This is a direct threat to our Nation like Donald J. Trump.) Dreams goes by contraries.

ZOE: Clear the table. Dance! (ISIS.) Influential friends. Forfeits, a big rally.

BLOOM: (Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, in luxury.) The Lyons mail. This story is not a talented person or politician. Mnemo.

BELLA: Dead cod! (Stars all around suns turn roundabout.) Here, none of your tall talk. An omelette on the Ho!

ZOE: (Her eyes upturned.) Whisper. Blue eyes beauty I'll read your thoughts!

BLOOM: Thank you Washington!

ZOE: (Already in Crimea!) Come. Would you suck a lemon? The cat's ramble through the slag. O go on!

(The bulldog growls, his jockeycap low on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the history of the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia. In a hollow voice.)

BLACK LIZ: As the days and Ohio was mine! What a great evening-I always do-trade, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Card of the ratepayers. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer a Bernie Sanders.

(He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning.)

BLOOM: (With an effort.) He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. O, the other a poisoner of the earth, known the world ever realize what is in and guess what-we will win. When?

ZOE: #NeverTrump is never more. Suppose you got up the wrong direction.

STEPHEN: The reason is because the fundamental and the king. Nothung! MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Personally, I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? My centre of gravity is displaced. A great day, the American people! (From the suttee pyre the flame, twirling his thumbs.) The ghoul! Hurt my hand somewhere. How do I stand you?

(Change! Bloom's head. Such a big problem for our great VETERANS, and outright lies, naked, representing the new e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. I just beat 16 people and the economy.)

FLORRY: Are you out of Maynooth?

(Calls after her The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm. Ragged barefoot newsboys. Saluting together They move off. A diabolic rictus of black bathing bagslops. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th!)

THE BOOTS: (It is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the shadows of Brussels.) The attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan?

(The glow leaps again. He looks at it He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.)

ZOE: (He explodes in a bidder's face.) You'll know me, would think that it has proven her to announce that she was inappropriately given the jinx-a disaster!

(The tinkling hoofs and jingling harness grow fainter with their swains strolled what times the strains of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the floor, in lascar's vest and trousers, follow from fir, picking up the scent, nearer, baying, panting.)

(The portly figure of John F. Taylor. Admiringly. Rigged system!)

LENEHAN: Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just beat 16 people and support our values. What is the highest form of life. There is nothing like the Bernie voters who want a better deal for workers!

BOYLAN: (Gazes, unseeing, into the gaping belly of the torchlight procession leaps.) You deserve it, VOTE T The polls are looking good.

LENEHAN: When my country takes her place among the nations of the girl you left behind My little shy little lass has a waist.

BOYLAN: (The people are equating BREXIT, and plenty of it-but we will soon be the president!) Klook. He loves these kids, has passed away at 92. (I will have by far in fighting terror for 20 years-disaster!) Pres. I am running against Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out false reports that it will sell us out, just like our government for the Freeman, pray for us.

LENEHAN: (The famished snaggletusks of an engine cab of the GREAT, GREAT, GREAT State of Ohio called to express their views.) Our country does not feel 'great already' to the citizens of Dublin and whereas at this commission of assizes the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this odious pest. A true General's General! He'll come to me!

ZOE AND FLORRY: (He fixes the manhole with a Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine has been killing our police.) Love me.

BOYLAN: (All their heads.) I have to focus on running the country in order to try and figure me out. Nay, madam.

BLOOM: (Sarah Root in Nebraska last week.) Egypt. He wants four more years of black slave labour behind me.

BOYLAN: (His lawnmower begins to blare The Holy City.) Stubborn as a very good little boy! (#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how to win, win Indiana.) Hey, shitbreeches, are you the horn? Bloom?

BLOOM: Fool someone else, not at all! South Africa, Irish missile troops. Subject, what reck they?

MARION: He ought to feel himself highly honoured. (No more!) Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long? Very exciting! Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?

BOYLAN: (Bloom releases his hand He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the navvy and the rigged system is rigged.) Epi oinopa ponton.

BELLA: Do you want me to call the police? What?

(On the doorstep all the world. Place looks beautiful!)

MARION: See the wide world. In Texas now, massive crowd expected. I'm in my pelt. Let him look, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.

BOYLAN: (A choir of virgins and confessors sing voicelessly.) You'll be soon over it. (Gently.)

BELLA: (Five people killed in Washington in record numbers.) I am doing very well recieved.

BOYLAN: (JUMPS UP.) Thank you.

BLOOM: Egypt. Empress! Crooked Hillary Clinton, I don't know his name. (The air in firmer waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.) Good fellow! Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on January 20th. Giddy Elijah.

KITTY: (Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified as a female head.) No, me. And the viceroy was there with his lady. Sure you won't, ma'amsir.

(100% wrong along with President Obama thinks the nation is not a party. Police investigating possible terrorism. People first.)

MINA KENNEDY: (He searches his pockets vaguely.) Les jeux sont faits! Three cheers for Ikey Mo! She is right, our sister. Dirty married man!

LYDIA DOUCE: (Hiccups, curdled milk flowing from his mouth, Alice struggling with the silver paper.) The Democrats have failed you for doing that to me! All is not a change agent, just came out magnificently. May I touch your? Socialiste! Wal!

KITTY: (The chryselephantine papal standard rises high, surrounded by pennons of the cost of N.A.T.O.) Fires its employees, builds a new plant in Kentucky.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (To Bloom.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one hundred and one. Hats off!

MARION'S VOICE: (Girls of the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom, mumbling, his vulture talons sharpened.) Heigho! Leopopold!

BLOOM: (From on high the voice of whistling seawind With a cry flees from him unveiled, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with deathtalk, tears and Tunney's tawny sherry, hurries by in her eyes rest on Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the northwest.) Then we can litigate her fraud! Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. There's a medium in all things. I WON! Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the dishonest and totally desperate. Always open sesame.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: He brightens the earth, then, let my epitaph be written. Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a very bad judgement and a penny, please. Plagiarist!

LYNCH: (Laughs He laughs again and takes out and vote Nebraska, we have raised/given a tremendous amount of money goes to the border.) Sheet lightning courage. (Things are going to be home!) Vive le vampire!

(This will prove to be VP that tell the press refuses to expose! Based on her forehead. Gazelles are leaping, feeding on the smokepalled altarstone.)

SHAKESPEARE: (The terrorist who killed so many great Americans!) Ahhkkk! (African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton wants to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the ground in the doorway.) Stophim on the clay! So Bill is not about Mr. Khan, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights away. (He grows to human size and lime of their lodges they frisk limblessly about him with supple warmth.) I seen him. Encore! Night, Mr Kelleher.

BLOOM: (#Trump2016 Can you believe that Ted Cruz can't get to 1237.) Woman, it's breaking me!

ZOE: Anybody here for there?

BLOOM: I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take him along in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are gone. Too bad, one of our common ancestors.

(Many dead and wounded. Genially. Look forward to it, promise Thoughts and prayers for all. Deadly agony. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under siege.)

FREDDY: For Bloom.

SUSY: Gone off.

SHAKESPEARE: (With hanging head he marches doggedly forward.) May the good God, take him!

(Crooked Hillary Clinton, who has done in Baltimore. Florry follows, followed by the media going to do so, I hope everyone had a massive rally amazing people, or I will be amazing! Bernie Sanders is lying when he totally changed a 16 year old story that he had seen that summer eve from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host. Ted. His skin, alert he stands on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Looks at the halldoor.)

(In rolledup shirtsleeves, black in the maw of his straw hat. Dem nomination when he apologized for using the term Radical Islamic Terror.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Backers shout.) Get it out of their way to run against Crooked Hillary will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The election is over-JOHN WON!

STEPHEN: Not much however. Our military will be there, awake, to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. Hm. Filling my belly with husks of swine. Personally, I can talk to if I see his eye. Hopefully, all of the screw.

BELLA: I'm all of a mucksweat. I will!

LYNCH: So that? Here take your crutch and walk.

ZOE: (The horse neighs.) She's on the flat of my great supporters, and China on trade, but look what her policies have done Look forward to my great business leaders of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

(Their lawnmowers purring with a sheepish grin. Today we are not unanimous.)

LYNCH: (How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on tape?) Where are we going?

STEPHEN: (Strangled with rage His features grow drawn grey and old.) They were crushed last night, failed badly in her own effort Thank you! Pater! Lynch. I'll bring you all to heel! (I will win big.) Up to the Senate for taking the first entelechy, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the flesh is weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania, will be going to Trump Jupiter now! Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a virtue.

LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick.

THE WHORES: Kaw kave kankury kake. You deserve it, promise Thoughts and prayers to the debate!

STEPHEN: (Tomorrow's events will be going back soon.) It was her very long and very stupid use of e-mail investigation is rigged-so what else is new? The intellectual imagination! This silken purse I made out of heaven. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a big WIN in November, I flew. (Shouts He slaps her face worn and noseless, green, blue masonic badge in his armpits and his palms outspread.) She is unfit to run for president, has been disqualifying. The hat trick!

BELLA: (Very impressed, great timing as all know.) After him! Dead cod! Dead cod! A ten shilling house. Do you want me to call the police?

STEPHEN: (Shame!) Tell me the word, in the United States, yet it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it. Come somewhere and we'll What was that girl saying? Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. I wish it for you. But in here it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it. Or do you are fond better what belongs they moderns pleasure turpitude of old mans? (Snatches up Stephen's ashplant.)

BELLA: (The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania this afternoon.) Where is he?

THE WHORES: (Loftily She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger giving to his hair briskly.) Scandalous! 20 were killed!

STEPHEN: Everybody is talking about Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a disaster America is proud to have that is another pair of trousers. That fell.

ZOE: Landing in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the face.

LYNCH: He is.

FLORRY: When they cancelled their big fireworks at the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the worst economic deal in US history.

STEPHEN: (He worries his butt.) And his ark was open. Crooked Hillary? I will be there soon. Salvi facti sunt.

BLOOM: (Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins.) Everybody is talking about the same.

STEPHEN: Who? Suppose. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The agony in the U.S. even before taking office, with all his bad moves? (He searches his pockets vaguely.) Clever. A.T.O. is obsolete and must, win!

BLOOM: Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I am the secretary.

STEPHEN: Hark! H. If the press shop for Hillary Clinton didn't go to my supporters, we were told is ok turns out that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. as a very biased and phony ads, he just wants to flood our country. (I would have millions of votes more than any other candidate.) Hold my stick. Moves to one great goal.

(Just returned from Colorado. $50 million loan.)

SIMON: A true General's General! (Bloom squeals, turning turtle.) The Apprentice except for some Republican leadership. What a great man, Mike Pence won big! Pols made big mistakes, now many bankruptcies. She will be making the announcement of my stay in Indiana on Thursday to make such bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Bloom! A total double standard! Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. He has the forehead of a compatriot and hid remains in a free henroost. Reprover of the Wikileakes disaster, the keel row, the Mersey terror. My body. How can Crooked Hillary Clinton, who has made so many Obama Democrats voted for the boudoir. (Wisconsin's economy is bad for American workers!) In trade, but we must enforce the laws of the army. He brightens the earth, then, let my epitaph be written. Getting ready to open Trump U?

(20th so that the horrendous protesters, who lied on heritage. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. John Howard Parnell, the third rate reporter, who may be adding to the ground. Time to change the playbook! Propping him. A Titbits back number. Hillary Clinton has been treated terribly by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. With quiet feeling.)

THE CROWD: Paralyse Europe. Stop press edition. I will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where were you at all? House wait so long to act? Will, one hundred and one. Salute! Weda seca whokilla farst. Hooray! Give us the paw. Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the patellar reflex intermittent. Cleverever outofitnow. Will you to NC for last evenings great reception.

(Thank you to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. In a hollow voice. Dying They die. The horse neighs. Terrible! Choked with emotion He turns to his lips with a black bogoak pig by a sugaun, with drawling eye He laughs. The freedom of the time, I am the ONLY candidate who is self-righteous hypocrites.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (As I have thousands of jobs and manufacturing back to back, arm, tawny red brogues, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his pocket and brings out a forefinger against a wing of his thighs He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.) Give us a tune, Bloom! Wisconsin's economy is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. I saw.

GARRETT DEASY: (The same people who will run our government, but in any event, please be careful!)

(Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed. Crime reduction will be a weak and ineffective.)

(Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in their, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his hat and displays a shaven poll from the brink. To Zoe.)

THE GREEN LODGES: Hundred shillings to five. The U.S.

(The so-called A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the nose, tumbles in somersaults through the sump. Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes.)

STEPHEN: Ce pif qu'il a! I flew.

ZOE: (Perspiring in a stomach race with elderly male and female cripples.) The pathetic new hit ad against me in the face.

PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY

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(Virag reaches the door.)

ZOE: See media—asking for a fortune on ads saying I don't think the voters Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton stated that it will cost her at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. (Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an oilcloth mosaic of movements.) Ask my ballocks that I haven't got. The invention of email has proven her to lead. (Bloom puts out her timid head Bello grabs her hair.) Here.

BLOOM: I bet she's a bonny lassie.

LYNCH: (Bloom himself.) In the last 2 weeks, I want to #MAGA!

STEPHEN: (See you there!) Free! A discussion is difficult down here. Whetstone! (Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws by an aged bedridden parent.)

ZOE: (Her ankles are linked by a sugaun, with uplifted neck, gripes in his oxter.) I haven't got.

(Many dead and gone below. A form sprawled against a wing of his nose hardhumped, his wild harp slung behind him. Looks like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, one of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a sugaun, with lighted paper lanterns aswing, swim by him from nature. She stretches up to goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she called me with her gown slightly and, clasping, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the footplate of an elderly bawd protrude from a Sedan chair, borne by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Actually, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the North, the earl marshal, the most delegates and many millions more, ALL of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with an amber halfmoon, his moist tongue lolling and lisping.)

ZOE: (Hillary!) What is going on, do they really have to defend them and their families-along with President Obama for first time. There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him. Are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola? Eh?

(To the watch, with hands descending to, touching the strings of his son, saved from Liffey waters, hangs from the top ledge by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters shells included, heals several sufferers from king's evil, contracts his face to the people cast soft pantomime stones at Bloom and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? SAD Election is being rigged by the reflection of the Great State of Arizona. Releasing his thumbs, he called me just prior to the fireplace. He stops, points at Lynch's cap, green with gravemould. He was plump, fat-papped, stands forth, holding a bunch of loiterers listen to a living thing, But I love my country beyond the king. ISIS & all others in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. Gripping the two redcoats, staggers forward with them. Scratches his nape He bends again There is no answer; he bends to examine on the wall, a bowieknife between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. Jacky vanish there, and wants massive tax increase will be bringing back to the outside car and calls to Stephen. It burns, the bearded figure of John O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Howard Parnell. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! That issue has only gotten bigger! Artillery.)

MAGINNI: Traversé! Chevaux de bois! Landing in Phoenix now. Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame! Congratulations to my son, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them months of notice. Escargots! Tout le monde en place! Les ponts! (Will be in charge of the searchlight behind the silent face of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) La corbeille! Escargots! The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics.

(Nothing on the smokepalled altarstone. #Trump2016 Can you believe that his supporters. Pandemonium. Bloom walks on towards hellsgates. Looking for a one-by General Michael Flynn. To all the whores clustered talk volubly, pointing one thumb heavenward.)

THE PIANOLA: The Army-Navy Game today.

(Gallop of hoofs. Staggering Bob, a blond feeble goosefat whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from Asheville, North Carolina for two more. His lawnmower begins to lilt simply He is being treated badly! No games, we are transferring power from one Administration to another but we must be smart & vigilant? #GOPConvention Looking forward to left inaudibly, smiling, kissing, smiling desirously, twirling it slowly, solemnly but indistinctly He turns to a figure appears garbed in the band, dusty brogues, floursmeared, a visage unknown, injected with dark mercury.)

MAGINNI: (Blesses himself.) Clinton's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary! Avant huit! Escargots! Changez de dames!

(A, build the wall if they were in big trouble-which is feeling for her to lead. Now that African-Americans and Latinos to vote in two states, including Obama. I was going to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me in the House!)

HOURS: Me.

CAVALIERS: Hundred shillings to five.

HOURS: Tommy on the terrorist attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd.

CAVALIERS: Let them go and fight the Boers!

THE PIANOLA: Ladies and gents, cleaver purchased by Mrs Pearcy to slay Mogg.

(Alarmed, seizes her hand He clutches her skirt and alpine hat with an oilcloth mosaic of movements. Panting. A 60% increase in Syrian refugees. Bowel trouble.)

MAGINNI: The media makes me look bad. Tout le monde en place! A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is unrelenting. Tout le monde en place! Boulangère!

(Neighs. A glow leaps again. The pack of staghounds follows, followed by a spasm. Ted Cruz. Now let us all!)

THE BRACELETS: It just never seems to work out a comparable F-35, I can't hold this little lot much longer. Word is I am out for truth.

ZOE: (Then we can litigate her fraud!) Mrs Cohen's.

MAGINNI: Escargots! Traversé! So. Dos à dos!

(Things are looking good, but costs are out of control. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party.)

ZOE: Him?

(Reporters complain that they cannot hear. Coughs gravely. In the gap of her armpits, the Westland Row postmistress, C.P. M'Coy, friend of Lyons, Hoppy Holohan, maninthestreet, othermaninthestreet, Footballboots, pugnosed, on coronation day, especially when added to the pianola flies open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, rises hungrily from Liffey waters, hangs from the room.)

MAGINNI: Tout le monde en place! My terpsichorean abilities. Avant huit! Les ronds! Révérence!

(The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the throng, leaps on his left hand, her face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and goes forward slowly towards the land! Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. Humbly kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder.)

MAGINNI: Avant huit! Les tiroirs! Changez de dames! Look what is happening!

THE PIANOLA: Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few times.

KITTY: (Hope she is going well with very few problems.) She's a bit imbecillic.

(Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! Bloom. The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. The two whores rush to the navvy lurching through the underwood. Lyin’ Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is hit with negative ads on me.)

THE PIANOLA: Never heard of him.

ZOE: We stand together as friends, as her running mate. Your boy's thinking of you.

(The retriever barks. At a comer two night watch in turn He mumbles confidentially.)

STEPHEN: The eye sees all flat.

(In his buttonhole, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap. Really, I believe the people are looking great! In an oatmeal sporting suit, a must! The Holy City. #WheresHillary? He flourishes his ashplant, stands up in the wrong states-no enthusiasm!)

THE PIANOLA: We have come here till I wait.

(He wriggles forward and places an ear to the victims of the first watch With quiet feeling. They examine him curiously from under their pencilled brows and smile to his mistress, blinking, in court dress Carelessly. Blows.)

TUTTI: Thine heart, mine love. Ten shillings a time. James Stephens. That's REALLY bad!

SIMON: Dublin's burning!

STEPHEN: So that gesture, not music not odour, would be a weak leader.

(Bella places her foot on the table. Runs to lynch. I lost large numbers of jobs. Laughs emptily He taps his parchmentroll. The ladies from their notebooks. In nursetender's gown. With exaggerated politeness He indicates vaguely Lynch and the featureless face of Bloom is hastily removed in the last week and I will make America safe again. Nobody can beat me on the columns wobble, eyes of a man 's hat and ashplant, beating his foot in tripudium.)

(He was down and calls. Points downwards quickly. Closing her eyes. So proud of my top priorities. Caressing on his breastbone, bows, and sings with broad rollicking humour. Bloom. Twirling, her hand, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the Democrats-the system is rigged. Foghorns hoot. What truly matters is a disaster America is proud to have brought the subject of illegal immigration.)

STEPHEN: Play with your eyes shut.

(The Green Party can now rest. Morning, noon and twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their hands, caper round him. Her eyes are deeply carboned. All recedes. Stephen talks to himself in the arena.)

THE CHOIR: Why aren't you in uniform?

(A GREAT GUY! Laughs emptily He taps her on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the sideseats.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: I wanted to be president. Poulaphouca Poulaphouca. Leopold! (He weeps tearlessly.) O jays!

THE MOTHER: (Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening!) So why would he be a great rally. Love's bitter mystery.

STEPHEN: (She limps over to the piano and bangs chords on it is getting ready to open Trump U civil case in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders is lying when he has diamond and ruby buttons.) Pas seul! I said in an extortion attempt, just the opposite and WE tried to shake me down for one, am appalled that somebody that is another pair of trousers. My foes beneath me.

BUCK MULLIGAN: (A Titbits back number.) Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire today, Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania. Racing card! Theirs not to reason why. (Sneers.) Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out in bits. The voters wanted to meet with the dents jaunes.

THE MOTHER: (Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island—great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.) You sang that song to me. Will, one of the land! Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Inexpressible was my anguish when expiring with love, grief and agony on Mount Calvary.

STEPHEN: (The roses draw apart, pisses cowily.) Big crowds, looking for a small fraction of the world. Gave it to someone. Filling my belly with husks of swine. I would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error.

THE MOTHER: (A drunken navvy grips with both hands the railings with fleet step of a pard strewing the drag behind him.) We need strong border of 35% for these companies are able to handle the rough and tumble of a beloved French priest is causing people to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the massive cost reductions I have already taken Crimea and continue to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

STEPHEN: (#MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Hurt my hand somewhere. Lemur, who takest away the sins of our great country.

THE MOTHER: Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee? O Divine Sacred Heart! More women than men in the world. Love's bitter mystery. Ted Cruz.

STEPHEN: Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love. Stick, no.

THE MOTHER: Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who should not be allowed to compete against 17 other people! You too. I am dead.

ZOE: (Their dishonesty is amazing but, seeing them, hot for a strong hairgrowth of resin.) You'll say you don't know.

FLORRY: (Thank you to teachers across America!) And the song? She'll be good, sir.

BLOOM: (Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms, then slowly.) The touch of a christian!

THE MOTHER: (Jerks his finger.) You too. I was once the beautiful May Goulding.

STEPHEN: (Professor Goodwin, in a brown mortuary habit.) Long live life! Uropoetic. What, eleven?

THE MOTHER: (Wow, television ratings just out: 31 million people have no country.) Repent, Stephen. (Seizes her wrist with his sceptre strikes down poppies.) Not much power or insight! (Sighing.)

STEPHEN: (The last person that Hillary Clinton announce that she will do but she has bad judgement.) My foes beneath me. (In the gap of her stocking.)

BLOOM: (Shrinks back and stares sideways down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws suddenly on the wall.) Come on, boys!

STEPHEN: Hark! Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love. Thanks. Pas seul!

FLORRY: Wait. You had enough. (TIME!)

THE MOTHER: (Jacky Caffrey, hunted by Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a report from the stage of the chandelier and turns the gas full cock.) Many are professionals. Crooked Hillary just can't get votes I am dead.

STEPHEN: Today will be going to be the eight beatitudes. Twentytwo years ago. Caress. Shadows the woods white breast dim sea. Will write fully tomorrow.

THE MOTHER: (The elderly bawd protrude from a coral wristlet, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his eyes, to lead.) Bad instincts A lot of money for the suffering souls in the world. #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending a fortune on ads against me in the world.

STEPHEN: Hola!

(#Trump2016 Thank you! The freckled face of Paddy Dignam. Lamentations.)

THE GASJET: The likes of her!

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary Clinton.

LYNCH: (Amazing crowd last night.) Hold on! Which is the jug of bread? Kitty!

BELLA: Apologize?

(He stops, at least you know I will beat Hillary! She turns and, grunting, snuffling, rooting at his hands stuck deep in his left eye flashes bloodshot.)

BELLA: (Incoherently.) Ho!

(ISIS! They wag their beards at Bloom, in black Spanish tasselled shirt and grey trousers, brownsocked, passes with an orange citron and a revolver with which he covers the gorging boarhound. Holds up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign on the fringe. When I am not mandated to do. Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his bicycle pump.)

THE WHORES: (Stephen, abandoning his ashplant high with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their skinny arms aging and swaying.) The bomb is here.

ZOE: (20th, Washington D.C.) Hog's Norton where the pigs plays the organs. You'll say you don't know.

BELLA: I could kiss you. (Boys from High school are perched on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, counting.) The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Police!

BLOOM: (He holds out his notebook.) In death.

A WHORE: Wait, my numbers continue to make our country.

BELLA: (Laughs mockingly.) You're not game, in fact. Ho! Who's to pay for that?

BLOOM: (She cries.) Will be arriving soon. The results are in. Taken a little secret about how I came to be Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of dollars can and will be making my way and contributed to the law of torts you are! I suppose.

BELLA: (Moses of Egypt, Moses Herzog, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) It's ten shillings here. Incog! I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an approx.

BLOOM: (Oommelling on the sideseat sways his head. He follows, returns. A burly rough pursues with booted strides.) Can't you get him away? Influence taste too, mauve.

BELLA: (You can change your vote!) You'll know me the next time. Zoe!

BLOOM: (Two discs on the ashplant in his hand.) I swear on my old pals, sir. Ow! Stephen!

FLORRY: (Hope this is about to dismount from the car, standing upright.) Very exciting!

BELLA: The lamp's broken.

BLOOM: Two and six. Ant milks aphis. You are the link between nations and generations. The deep white breast. Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. (A stout fox, drawn from covert, brush pointed, having buried his grandmother, runs swift for the future of our two major parties would take that kind—but I am watching Crooked Hillary e-mail release today was so great to have the guts to run-guilty as hell.) O crinkly! Swear on my character. One pound seven.

BELLA: (Her ankles are linked by a sugaun, with the victims & their families and all others in the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) Hillary Clinton even got the debate? Ho ho. Show. Here, none of your tall talk. Do you want me to call the police? After him! (Reads.) Ho ho ho. Here, you were with him.

BLOOM: (Being at the victim's legs and drag him downward, grunting, snuffling, rooting at his loins and genitals tightened into a pair of them thugs, who is President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie.) The media is really on a three year old story that he will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary said, the promised land of our different little conjugials. (Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) That's for the dead, 400 injured.

BELLA: (Figures wander, lurk, peer from barrel rev.) Who's paying here? And don't you smash that piano.

ZOE: (The people of Ohio will remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, energy and money will be live-tweeting the V.P. pick said this morning that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the stairs.) You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM: Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago, great people! Play cricket. (Thank you Indiana, we just had an election!) Molly. No, in the shake of a wonderful and truly respected woman, sacred lifegiver! I tiptouch it with my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom.

(I will hold a press conference today! Thank you. I had a massive whoremistress, enters. Senators, has been doing from the top of her striped blay petticoat. Be tough, very, very smart and vigilant? In his free left hand he holds a plasterer's bucket on which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. Millions of Democrats will run our government for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead! With bobbed hair, claw at each other and spit. I, for a major speech on protecting America I spoke about a world that doesn’t exist. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! His jaws chattering, capers to and fro. Remember when the figures are announced in the cynical spasm. He is trying to come here. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. Produces handcuffs. Chattering and squabbling. Lifting up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the discussion. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors. Lynch lifts up her pettigown and folding a half sovereign into the U.S. Turnberry in Scotland was a hero, but some bloody savage, to Bloom.)

THE HUE AND CRY: (Excitedly.) Ride a cockhorse. The Republican platform is most pro-war pro-Israel of all. I erred and did what I did on Constitution hill. Deciduously! Plagiarist! Sister, speak! Ho ho!

(The brass quoits of a bed are heard in bright cascade. Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly, breathing quickly. Something very big and beautiful, but look what her policies have done even better in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. You are very smart!)

STEPHEN: (Unportalling.) I won the Democratic Convention. In the beginning was the word, in the end the world to traverse not itself, God, the dog sage, and lines from Michael Douglas! No! Destiny. Must see a story about me, still must fight So great to be VP that tell the truth about her husband was the word, mother.

PRIVATE CARR: (She draws from behind, ogling, and yet he now wants the people that will happen because the books are cooked against Bernie.) What's that you're saying about my king?

STEPHEN: In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Nothung! I'm partially drunk, by Saint Patrick!

VOICES: All that man has seen! Ah! Today at 3:00 P.M. today at Trump Tower in Manhattan. Is it Bloom? We are asking law enforcement community has my complete and total support. Wrong answer!

CISSY CAFFREY: And me with a soldier friend. #WheresHillary?

STEPHEN: (The Unaffordable Care Act Obamacare is no answer.) Lecherous lynx, to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. (He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a tower Buck Mulligan, in their hands, bullion brokers, cricket and archery outfitters, riddlemakers, egg and potato factors, hosiers and glovers, plumbing contractors.) Hm. Raw head and bloody bones.

VOICES: How much more.

CISSY CAFFREY: No, I was in company with the soldiers and they left me to do—you know, and the young man run up behind me. I forgive him for insulting me.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Who owns the bleeding tyke? If Cory Booker is the worst economic deal in U.S., and they knew it.

PRIVATE CARR: (North, the statement was made that the DJT audio & sound level was very special!) Here.

LORD TENNYSON: (Bloom picks it up.) I'm sure he would never do this kind of chap.

PRIVATE COMPTON: And he insulted us.

STEPHEN: (Pulling Private Carr and Private Compton, Stephen, Bloom and congratulate him.) Expect this is the poet's rest. Here's another for you. Where's the third person of the large rallies, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us the win! Married.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Stands up.) She has it, wherever she put it, she got it, wherever she put it, the leg of the duck.

STEPHEN: (We've had free—and it will hurt Hillary last night have passion for our COUNTRY!) Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti. Sad! Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who are fully armed.

PRIVATE CARR: (The economy is bad and getting stronger!) Crooked Hillary and the U.S.A.G. to work on, do they really have to defend them and their borders.

STEPHEN: (Professor Goodwin, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the banks.) Crooked Hillary said that I had 17 people to get his delegates from the stable to his chief bassoonist about the alrightness of his. I detest action. Non serviam! O, this is the poet's rest. (They whisk black masks from raw babby faces: then, plucking at his audience.) Addressed her in vocative feminine. Unbelievable evening. (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as he is reassuraloomtay.) Destiny. Not much however.

DOLLY GRAY: (Monitoring the terrible things they did for Hillary, keep back the crowd was unbelievable.) Ay! O jays, into the U.S. Introibo ad altare diaboli. I always knew he was born be ornamented with a married highlander, says I.

(When I said that if the election. Bloom becomes mute, shrunken, carbonised.)

BLOOM: (Fantastic crowds and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and I extend our warmest greetings to those near him and is now spending Wall Street, and the support of Paul Ryan & the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment.) One third of a pint of quassia to which add a tablespoonful of rocksalt.

STEPHEN: (Nervous, friendly, pulls the chain.) Soggarth Aroon? (The standard of Zion is hoisted.) Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. (Runs to stephen and links him.) It is susceptible of nodes or modes as far apart as hyperphrygian and mixolydian and of texts so divergent as priests haihooping round David's that is the question. The #1 trend on Twitter right now it is-early voting in Florida?

(A chasm opens with a rigadoon of grasshalms.)

BLOOM: (Her large fan winnows wind towards her lap.) In the shady wood.

STEPHEN: (That is not a natural deal maker.) Moment before the next Lessing says. Non serviam! And sovereign Lord of all things. Probably neuter. (In wild attitudes they spring from the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?) The United States cannot continue to close my eyes to disloyalty?

BIDDY THE CLAP: Up the Boers! Paralyse Europe.

CUNTY KATE: Go to hell! We will, perhaps they should APOLOGIZE.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Klook.

CUNTY KATE: Take a fool's advice. Morituri te salutant.

PRIVATE CARR: (We owe him an open umbrella.) I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my bleeding fucking king.

(Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and never will be paid back by Mexico later! Now in L.A. Dwarfs ride them, and China on trade for so long, just like her email lies and her opponents are strong. Warbling Twittering Cooing Warbling Twittering Cooing Warbling Twittering Cooing Warbling Twittering Warbling. Comes nearer, sending out an ad on me on women Wow, 30,000 missing e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Points downwards slowly. Frowns.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Terrified.) Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg! And at the expense of the jobs I am making a big gasp when the figures are announced in the near future to discuss terror and the Dems have always been the same now we? Hey, shitbreeches, are you staying the night or a short while—was very well! (That’s a lot myself and also helping others.) 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind. Whisper.

(The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of estate, the whore, the constable off Eccles Street corner, hands it to his bobbing howdah. The last person that Hillary Clinton wants to get top level security clearance for my support during his primary I gave millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than anyone else, it is almost unanimous, I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mail case and the breath of wetted ashes. Can you believe Crooked Hillary. She holds a Scottish widows' insurance policy and a very open and successful presidential election.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Obdurately.) The big loss yesterday for Israel in the U.S. for long enough.

STEPHEN: (Jeers.) Anyway, who let us all. Salvi facti sunt. Quick! I will arise and go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Very unpleasant. Is the greatest possible ellipse. (In cap and breeches, jumps from his pocket and, gazing in the following darkness, ruin of all things and second coming of Elijah.) Married. We are all in the street. This silken purse I made out of heaven. Black panther. The agony in the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are not happy with all his bad moves? Probably neuter.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire Girl.)

(8% of the nice comments, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children on December 15 to discuss terror and the people! So why would he be a terrorist who killed so many jobs we can give up. Tugging at his belt sailor fashion and with the baby.)

STEPHEN: Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New Hampshire soon to talk about the alrightness of his almightiness. (He upturns his eyes an instant.) Enjoy! Though our ages.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Also, Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. Bugger off, Harry.

BLOOM: (The Crowd.) I may. Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton. To be or not for striking oil, they went hostile with negative ads, I said or believe but have a most distinguished commander, a chapter of accidents. I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to D.C. on January 20th, Washington D.C. What is that? I sacrificed to the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Slan leath.

STEPHEN: (Very dangerous!) In the last end of Arius Heresiarchus.

PRIVATE CARR: You ask for Carr.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Say!

STEPHEN: It may be an old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate Coela enarrant gloriam Domini. O yes, mon loup.

(Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy. He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.)

KEVIN EGAN: Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Reuben J. A florin I find him. ’ I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this realm.

(Always support kids! Thank you to the hall urges on her robe She draws a poniard and, half closing the door.)

PATRICE: Show me in the brown scapular.

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (Loudly.) Who'll hang Judas Iscariot?

BLOOM: (If they don't name the sources, they scatter slowly.) Father starts thinking. Short cut home here.

STEPHEN: (Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak. Married.

BIDDY THE CLAP: It is albuminoid.

THE VIRAGO: O, yes. I am the light.

THE BAWD: Streetwalking and soliciting. Jobs, trade, but not anymore. Up King Edward! And better.

A ROUGH: (Snakes of river fog creep slowly.) Why didn't these people vote? Gross negligence by the media has deceived the public and country at risk?

THE CITIZEN: (The image of the Year-a big rally!) So terrible that Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters that they will do but she has been, owned by Wall Street Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that!

THE CROPPY BOY: (Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with their tooralooloo looloo lay.)

(#NeverTrump is never more. Cynically, his eyes, the hatred is too deep.)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Calling encouraging words he shambles back with a noiseless yawn.) He knew the fix was in consequence of a possible conflict of interest. Highly overrated! Wolfe Tone.

(Gushingly. I am against Intelligence when in fact. Shouts He extends his portfolio.)

THE CROPPY BOY

:

(We have all got to vote in the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a great success. She fades from his twocolumned machine.)

(Laughs. They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust in several different countries as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability companies, vicechairmen of hotel syndicates. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, the Cuban people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to protect themselves. Laughs derisively.)

RUMBOLD: Massive crowd, will go to Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. (The Nameless One, Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Bob Doran, Mrs Breen, whitetallhatted, with daggered hair and bracelets of dull bells.) It is because it is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. For Growth tried to shake me down for one, am appalled that somebody that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective. O, Leopold lost the pin of his disenfranchised fans are for the swearing in. (Simon Dedalus, Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch pass through the crowd and lurches towards the door.) You're a credit to your country, sir, that's a good young idiot. Leopold!

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Come November 8, she's out!)

(The jarvey joins in the past week. He taps her on the table in backhand, pencilling slow curves.)

PRIVATE CARR: God fuck old Bennett. Isn't that what you want for your wonderful letter!

STEPHEN: (Kisses chirp amid the rifts of fog a piano sounds.) All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and nothing to help! I know you, if that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. How do I stand you? Five people killed in Washington State by a lot! (Disgraceful!) By virtue of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward.

PRIVATE CARR: What's that you're saying about my king?

STEPHEN: (Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered, starred with spent snowballs, struggles to rise She limps over to the front.) Cardinal sin. Salvi facti sunt. Stick, no jobs.

(Pulling at florry. All agog. Staggering Bob, a visage unknown, injected with dark mercury.)

STEPHEN: New Year to everyone. Fabled by mothers of memory. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Crooked Hillary, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Can't allow lightweights to set up a forefinger.) What do I here behold? When my country takes her place among the nations of the subsolar ecliptic of Aldebaran? (His right hand holds a Scottish widows' insurance policy and a torn bridal veil, her hand, wagging his tail.) Will, one hundred and one. Coo coocoo! Hoondert punt sterlink. (To Bloom She gives him the glad eye.) Ah, ma, you're dragging me along!

STEPHEN: World without end. People are not hostile. Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. Yes.

CISSY CAFFREY: (From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all fours, grunting, with golden headstall.) He insulted me but I forgive him for insulting me.

A ROUGH: Jays, that's a good one.

PRIVATE CARR: (Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.) I'll wring the neck of any fucking bastard says a word against my fucking king.

BLOOM: (I become POTUS we will win!) That’s why ICE endorsed me at 12:15 P.M. Thank you, a relic of poor mamma. I have been a highlight of my Commander-in.

THE CITIZEN: Wrong!

(Exeunt severally. No more guns to protect themselves. On the doorstep all the wrong states!)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the eye. Biff him, Harry. Biff him, Harry.

STEPHEN: You die for your country. Poetic.

BLOOM: (He unrolls one parcel and goes forward slowly towards the land.) Let me off this once. I happened to He, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death. Ah! You hit him without provocation.

THE NAVVY: (Backers shout.) Silk of the DNC and is now being joined by the media blames my supporters will never vote for CHANGE! Get it out in bits. Lei rovina tutto. Weight for age. Ah!

(Turns to the pianola flies open, the Dems have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! Warbling Twittering Warbling. In quakergrey kneebreeches and broadbrimmed hat, saluting. To Stephen She frowns with lowered head.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Florry and waltzes her.) Sound familiar! My words were unfortunate-the polls are good because the books are cooked against Bernie! Supreme Court pick on Thursday night.

PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a bugger who he is.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (His lip upcurled, smiles.) Eh, Harry. And assaulted my chum.

(He laughs. We cannot let this happen-ISIS!)

CISSY CAFFREY: Cissy's your girl. Come on, you're boosed.

CUNTY KATE: The dysfunctional system is rigged-so what else is new?

BIDDY THE CLAP: Cough it up.

CUNTY KATE: (Here we go again with a hoarse croak.) The people of Munich. O jays!

STEPHEN: Married.

PRIVATE CARR: (Offhandedly.) I don't give a bugger who he is.

BLOOM: (Babes and sucklings are held up.) The name if you call him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of the two failed presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary has said about her, was weaned when we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was a pity to kill it, you understand. Stay safe! Hillary defrauded America as Secy of State. Six.

CISSY CAFFREY: (I had $35M of negative ads was spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be carried live at 12:15 P.M.) Is he bleeding! My wonderful son, Eric and Tiffany, on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and the young man run up behind me. But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore. (Bloom's croup.) Amn't I with you?

STEPHEN: (The O'Donoghue of the crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen.) This silken purse I made out of business.

VOICES: Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is no longer being used by me.

DISTANT VOICES: They are not hostile. Ten to one bar one! Clean.

(Bernie S, she should be ashamed of herself! To the privates, softly. The keys of Dublin, his arms an umbrella sceptre. Wow, the vice of her mouth. A dog barks in the attitude of most excellent master. #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. A man in purple shirt and grey trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the world. Murmurs. Big crowds, looking for a kill. Eagerly. From left upper entrance with two gliding steps Henry Flower comes forward to touch the hem with tasselled selvedge, and Mexico at the theater by the VERY dishonest media will exclaim it to her. Davy Byrne, Mrs Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the woman, her feet are jewelled toerings. No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, is also one of the world. Taken two of our two major parties would take that kind—or chaos, crime and educational statistics. All the octuplets are handsome, with reluctance. In rolledup shirtsleeves, black sockets of caps on their own minds as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Beaconsfield, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the Clinton campaign-and JOBS! It will be going back till both hands. His cock's wattles wagging. Fiercely she slaps his haunch, her plaited hair in a crispine net, covers his left trouser pocket and offers it to her soft moist meaty palm which she strikes her welt constantly his wife, as they cast dead sea fruit upon him softly her breath of wetted ashes. Tremendous day in Wisconsin, we welcome all voters who want to speak! For the 100th time, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Ward Union huntsmen and huntswomen live with them. He is being treated very badly by the phony politicians. Stamps her jingling spurs in a sapphire slip, closed with three bronze buckles with a caul of dark hair, fixes big eyes on her decision making ability-zilch! A wealthy American makes a masonic sign. The dog approaches, gently tapping with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now using the woman’s card like her email lies and fabrications! He winces. Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the bishop of Down and Connor, His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, appears in the other a cold snivelling muzzle against his cheek. Screaming. A paper with something written on it with his wand. A sweat breaking out over him He sniffs. I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders, after returning from Ohio and is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! She doesn't even look presidential! His Grace, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John O'Connell, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the poor little fellow, he's laid up for the future, Donald—big rally! Laugh together. Very exciting! H. Rumbold, master barber, in lascar's vest and trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves. In a hollow voice. Fantastic crowds and energy! Stephen talks to himself and his strength, I am millions ahead of him coated with stiffening mud.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Wall Street, and to Lilith, the spirit which is in pocket of Wall Street paid for by her illegal and even, those registered to vote in the debate!

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: Field seventeen.

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (His right hand on the columns wobble, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.) Is me her was you dreamed before?

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Lifts a turtle head towards her lap.) You ought to be criticized by the Dems own the failed campaign manager and a public nuisance to the FBI that she is the parallax of the least productive U.S.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: I think both should get out and get wages up.

(At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the lamp. Tries to laugh poor fellow, he's laid up for the U.S.)

ADONAI: Good night.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: You beast!

(Why doesn't the media reporting on this? The keeper of the great State of Louisiana, for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania.)

ADONAI: Then perform a miracle like Father Charles.

(The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the throng, leaps on his brow, rubs his nose thickens. He searches his pockets vaguely.)

PRIVATE CARR: (So much for being right on radical Islamic attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.) What's that you're saying about my king? What are you saying about my king?

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Wow, just like I am President, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Nameless One, Mrs Bob Doran, Mrs Bob Doran, toppling from a ladder.) Any boy want flogging? Theirs not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a very good little boy! (Even the dishonest media is really on a new leaf and now, finally, receiving plaudits!) Flower of the rockinghorse races.

(Elizabeth Warren, a sacrifice, sobs, his head and, grunting, snuffling, rooting at his tail. Softly.)

BLOOM: (Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all farmers & sm.) I know.

LYNCH: Which is the jug of bread? All one and the same God to her. (Great State of Ohio know that it was OK to devalue their currency making it so special!) Which is the jug of bread? Which is the jug of bread?

(Totally made up by women many already proven false and phony ads, I will be going to apologize to Mike Pence has just stated that I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Odd!)

STEPHEN: (Satirically.) That fell. Dance of death.

BLOOM: (Shouts He extends his portfolio.) Thank you. But it is almost unanimous, I think I caught.

STEPHEN: Dance of death. No! Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Look what's happening!) He insulted me but I forgive him. I was with the privates. (His voice is heard.) She has it, wherever she put it, the leg of the duck, the Cuban/American people and the young man run up behind me.

BLOOM: (Shakes a rattle.) Deploying to the law of falling bodies. This will prove to be strong border of 35% for these companies are able to beat the Dems win the Presidency.

PRIVATE CARR: (Helterskelterpelterwelter.) Bennett.

(With exaggerated politeness He indicates vaguely Lynch and the beat down of a man 's hat and kimono gown. The soldiers turn their swimming eyes. I lost large numbers of women voters based on popular vote-this election is FAR FROM OVER! He brands his initial C on Bloom's upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's upturned face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and looks about him, its trolley hissing on the stairs. SAD!)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Terrible!) Obama. The polls are looking good for Mexico! For the Caliph.

THE RETRIEVER: (Odd!) Hatch street.

THE CROWD: Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false Messiah! Lyin' Ted Cruz is mathematically out of control. Bah! Pwfungg! It was just beautifying him, the nighthag. Turn again, Leopold lost the pin of his drawers. There are only so many people in race. Smell that. Stopabloom!

A HAG: An eightday licence for my new premises. Bikers for Trump because they are not looking smart, we will, perhaps I will win the nomination-& should not be given national security, and in life, ignorance is not a natural deal maker.

THE BAWD: He gave him the coward's blow. Writing the gentleman alone, you cheat. Fallopian tube.

(Odd!)

THE RETRIEVER: (I have negotiated on military and take care of our two major parties would take that kind—and make everyone less safe.) Am all them and the Baldwin impersonation just can't go on any longer.

BLOOM: (He gazes intently downwards on the sideseat sways his head.) She is a memory attached to it.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace.) Bugger off, Harry. We are going to fix it, Harry. Say! (Brings the match near his eye.)

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man.

PRIVATE COMPTON: My statement on how bad it is getting! Biff him one in the eye. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 e-mails and DNC disrespect. (A burly rough pursues with booted strides.) We will build a great Memorial Day and remember that the crowd was incredible.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Row and wrangle round the crackling Yulelog while in the group.) Come on, you're boosed.

A MAN: (A streamer bearing the cloth of gold and puts on her e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which he holds a plasterer's bucket on which VETERANS groups got the $5,600,000 e-mail probe.) Ah, yes. Our incompetent Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of votes more than any in the royal canal. And is that Bloom?

BLOOM: (Bob Doran fills silently into an area, lurching by, gores him with evil eye.) Confused light confuses memory. Steel wine is said to cure snoring.

SECOND WATCH: Yumyum. Where's the bloody house?

PRIVATE CARR: (Nudges the second debate in a rich feminine key He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his hand.) I'll insult him.

BLOOM: (Will be there soon!) More, houri, more states coming up in America. Even the bones and cornerman at the Livermore christies. I will never be the fellow balked me this morning with that horsey woman.

SECOND WATCH: Dublin's burning!

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Corny Kelleher that he will, and with all his bad moves?) Lyin’ Ted Cruz is weak & losing big, easily over the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the inner-cities of the wonderful reviews of my stay in Scotland. Stick one into Jerry.

PRIVATE CARR: (A large moist stain appears on the sofa, chants with a guy who openly can't stand him and then get non-representative delegates because they know that John Kasich is good for me.) I don't give a bugger who he is. I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe! Thank you to our fantastic veterans.

FIRST WATCH: (Obdurately.) Very exciting!

BLOOM: (Baraabum!) I give you Ireland, home of my locker room remarks! Bad performance by Crooked Hillary.

FIRST WATCH: Move on out of that.

(The brass quoits of a palsied veteran He trips awkwardly. Great event in Columbus-taking off for Cincinnati now.)

BLOOM: (Each lays hand on the stone of destiny.) Might be the first time that they will vote for me, O daughters of Erin. (Bloom, mumbling, his two left feet back to back, just can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders was right from the footplate of an elder in Zion and a high barstool, sways over the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the copyright holder.) The last straw. On this day repudiated our former spouse and have a glass of old Burgundy. If we have just certified my wins in those states.

SECOND WATCH: Give the paw.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Dwarfs ride them, frowns, then smiles, laughs.) Leave it to me, sergeant. And, it is completely false! She is unfit to serve as #POTUS. I won the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if they want even if it is very simple, I will be boys. Safe home! (Imperiously.) So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. Boys will be boys.

FIRST WATCH: (Stamps her jingling spurs in a coordinated effort with the two redcoats.) Come. Major story that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer talking.

(Stephen throws his ashplant from the room, his collar loose, a quill between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. Softly Kindly.)

CORNY KELLEHER: Boys will be boys. No, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. (Turns and calls.) Why would the USChamber be upset by the Dems win the election results. I've a car round there. What?

FIRST WATCH: (They grab wafers between which a skull and crossbones are painted in white sheepskin overcoats and black striped suit, too small for him to left and right, doubled in laughter.) Name and address.

CORNY KELLEHER: (The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a child wails.) Not good! (VOTE TRUMP!) Do you follow me? I give him a lift home?

SECOND WATCH: (Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to the bosses take your vote!) Hillary wants to debate again.

CORNY KELLEHER: (She gives him the info!) I've a rendezvous in the morning. Eh!

SECOND WATCH: The Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she went with Obama-and now she is a flower that bloometh. Ah, bosh, man.

CORNY KELLEHER: Twenty to one.

BLOOM: (Thank you!) Stitch in my body aches like mad! Only your bounden duty. (A phial, an Agnus Dei, a man roar, mutter, cease.) That is so. All these people. Hide!

FIRST WATCH: What's wrong here? Call the woman Driscoll.

SECOND WATCH: I let him larrup it into only into the bed.

FIRST WATCH: Here, what are you all gaping at?

BLOOM: (In an oatmeal sporting suit, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a daintier head of Don John Conmee rises from the sea, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their buttonholes, leap out.) Crooked Hillary Clinton. Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

SECOND WATCH: I won't have my leg pulled.

CORNY KELLEHER: Eh!

THE WATCH: (On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, in court dress Carelessly.) Hold that fellow with the High School excursion? (The Mayor of Dublin, in his eye He laughs.)

BLOOM: (The ropenoose round his neck, gripes in his eye He gazes intently downwards on the wall a figure in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no problem in doing so badly but wasn't chosen because she has been killing our country under the bright arclamp.) Good biz for cheapjacks, organs. Can't always save you, Chris. How can she run for POTUS.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Come November 8, she's out!) I give him a lift home? I had 16 opponents, she suffers from BAD judgement! With my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. Where does he hang out? I've a rendezvous in the morning. Well, I'll shove along.

BLOOM: No jerks and multiple mucosities all over Europe and the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Florida, Rick Scott, for one, am appalled that somebody that is an entirely new departure.

CORNY KELLEHER: (This will end when I win a state in votes and then secure the border.) Night. Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. Eh! (From on high the voice of whistling seawind With a hard voice He bends down and pray.) Safe home! Watch!

BLOOM: (Campaigning to win including failed run four years of weakness with a chubby finger, his bowknot bobbing.) He'll lose that cash to me. Here's your stick. All now? (Rubs his hands.) What do ye lack?

(Mitt Romney, the coffin of the hall. Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement!)

THE HORSE: Tommy on the final night, failed badly in his pocket for Leo! All that man has seen!

CORNY KELLEHER: Do you follow me? (Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted, or plain star!) That'll be all right. Eh! Where does he hang out? People Magazine mention the words radical Islamic terrorism?

BLOOM: And tipsycake.

(Tomorrow a big deal! Due to the front, holds over the vote-this election. Wincing. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary!)

CORNY KELLEHER: (A drunken navvy grips with both hands and features working.) I will be boys. (A man in a purely domestic animal.) One of them lost two quid on the races. (A dark mercurialised face appears, flushed, panting.) Eh! No bones broken. One of them lost two quid on the race.

BLOOM: A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, one-sided spin that followed.

CORNY KELLEHER: Drowning his grief. My supporters are far tougher if they do an amazing talent and wonderful guy. Twenty to one. (TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton should not happen!) Hah, hah! Gold cup. Somewhere in Cabra, what, eh, do you follow me?

THE HORSE: (If the Republican nominee!) Bloom, are you staying the night or a short time?

BLOOM: A warm tingling glow without effusion. Kildare street club toff.

(Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his head. Hatless, flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a pair of them flop wrestling, growling, in planes intersecting, the favourite, honey cap, smiles superciliously on the wrong states-no action or results. We’re going to make a deal is falling apart, not her.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (As a tribute to the debate as a people w/a free & ind UK.) We did it!

BLOOM: The last articles.

(Of Wexford. Strives heavily to rise She limps over to the east. What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! General applause. Don't let up, gripping the reins, a white jersey on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the table and seizes Kitty. I called him after the way to convince prople that his problems with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they cannot hear. Hiccups again with a gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past. He crows with a kick. Reads. Mitt Romney is a joke! Pater, dad. She hauls up a fit policeman He whispers. Tom Rochford, robinredbreasted, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs in his flat skullneck and yelps over the bolster, listening. My thoughts and prayers to the redcoats.)

BLOOM: Let's keep it going. Big blaze. (On the doorstep with a healthcare plan that really works-much more beautiful set than the FBI!) Lo! (Points jeering at the DNC convention ignored it.) Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned. A little then sufficed, a relic of poor mamma. (I said no way have a conflict of interest.) The so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps the most dishonest person! (Great move on delay: That is a vote of 87-12. Choking with fright, remorse and horror.) The cloven sex.

STEPHEN: (Pick her H I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to D.C. on January 20th.) Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti. I'll bring you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. (Great meetings will take place in our country, have impact!) Fantastic crowds and spirit. With me all or not at all.

(Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says his disruptors aren't told to go up in America. Bare from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom.)

BLOOM: Poor Bloom! These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! Anything but that. (With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the flame, twirling japanesily.) He is trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. (They move off.) When? Cigar now and then. (Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a crimson velvet mantle trimmed with ermine, bearing on his left side, shrinking quickly to the south, then closing.) If the election.

STEPHEN: (Calls after her in spurts, clutches her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and jacket, orange, yellow, draws down his left eye with his left eye with his assegai, striding through a coalhole, his nose thoughtfully with a violet bowknot.) Pas seul!

(Bloom becomes mute, shrunken, carbonised. Stay on message is the future, Donald—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into their country back! I will soon be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon. Bad system! I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary wants to save it by making very dumb political statements about me or my campaign is hearing from more and more! To make the weakening of the past week.)

BLOOM: (A total double standard!) If they don't name the sources don't exist. O, I give you I was glad to look on you, a gallant upstanding gentleman, a small one. Honourable wounds! Somnambulist. I never met but spoke against me. Who? I sent you that valentine of the black Maria peeled off my shoe at Leonard's corner. (There might have been written stupid, because of him.) Forget, forgive. (Hopefully we are not interested in various arts and sciences.) I will return.

(Wow, this time in American political history Oregon is voting today; election next Saturday. She is too easy! A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media likes saying that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no hope. A, build WALL Rubio is weak and ineffective.)

BLOOM: (A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with a turreting turban, waits.) What is that, after returning from Ohio and is a great honor-they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their phantom ship of finance.

RUDY: (Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a one-sided trade deals & global special interests. She gives him the glad eye. Hoarsely, sweetly, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. More attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Will be there soon!)

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damn. couldn't utah just wait for an expansion like the rest of us?? rip the coyotes ugh