—What is your nation if I may ask, says the citizen.
—Ireland, says Bloom. I was born here. Ireland.
The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner.
Saturday, June 14, 2025
the last book I ever read (Ulysses by James Joyce (The Gabler Edition), excerpt thirteen)
—What is your nation if I may ask, says the citizen.
—Ireland, says Bloom. I was born here. Ireland.
The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner.
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