I suppose there isnt in all creation another man with the habits he has look at the way
hes sleeping at the foot of the bed how can he without a hard bolster its well

1200 he doesnt kick or he might knock out all my teeth breathing with his hand
on his nose like that Indian god he took me to show one wet Sunday in the
museum in Kildare street all yellow in a pinafore lying on his side on his
hand with his ten toes sticking out that he said was a bigger religion than
the jews and Our Lords both put together all over Asia imitating him as hes
always imitating everybody I suppose he used to sleep at the foot of the bed
too with his big square feet up in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing
anyway wheres this hose napkins are ah yes I know I hope the old press
doesnt creak ah I knew it would hes sleeping hard had a good time
somewhere still she must have given him great value for his money of course
he has to pay for it from her O this nuisance of a thing I hope theyll have

1210 something better for us in the other world tying ourselves up God help us
thats all right for tonight now the lumpy old jingly bed always reminds me
of old Cohen I suppose he scratched himself in it often enough and he thinks
father bought it from Lord Napier that I used to admire when I was a little girl
because I told him easy piano O I like my bed God here we are
as bad as ever after 16 yearshow many houses were we in at all Raymond
Terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard street and Holles street and he
goes about whistling every time were on the run again his huguenots or the
frogs march pretending to help the men with our 4 sticks of furniture and
then the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming

1220 place on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving all their
stinks after them always know who was in there last every time were just
getting on right something happens or he puts his big foot in it Thoms and
Helys and Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going to be run into prison
over his old lottery tickets that was to be all our salvations or he goes and
gives impudence well have him coming home with the sack soon out of the
Freeman too like the rest on account of those Sinner Fein or the Freemasons
 
 
 
 

Commentary:
In this Passage Molly is sitting on the Chamberpot thinking about Bloom and his various quirks and oddities.  She thinks about what he has been doing today, suspecting him of going to a prostitute and seems to suggest he is not a creative and able man.  She then thinks back to all the places they have had to live throughout their marriage after Blooms various jobs have been lost.  She is extrelmely concerned with earthly possessions and comforts.  She doesn't put much stock in more high pursuits, making light of the art museum and Bloom's interest in history.