Lotus Eaters

Eustace Street, Dublin, Ireland

from Leopold Bloom’s stream of consciousness in the Lotus Eaters chapter of Ulysses:

Lost it. Curse your noisy pugnose. Feels locked out of it. Paradise and the peri. Always happening like that. The very moment. Girl in Eustace street hallway. Monday was it settling her garter. Her friend covering the display of. Esprit de corps. Well, what are you gaping at?