Kilian Kröll
ULYSSES: Lestrygonians: Bloom's Vegetarian Moment
-- Hello, Bloom! Nosey Flynn said from his nook.
-- Hello, Flynn.
-- How's things?
-- Tiptop... Let me see. I'll take a glass of burgundy and... let me see.
Sardines on the shelves. Almost taste them by looking. Sandwich? Ham and his descendants
mustered and bred there. Potted meats. What is home without Plumtree's potted meat?
Incomplete. What a stupid ad! Under the obituary notices they stuck it. All up a plumtree.
Dignam's potted meat. Cannibals would with lemon and rice. White missionary too salty.
Like pickled pork. Expect the chief consumes the parts of honour. Ought to be tough from
exercise. His wives in a row to watch the effect. There was a right royal old nigger.
Who ate or something the somethings of the reverend Mr MacTrigger . With it an abode
of bliss. Lord knows what concoction. Cauls mouldy tripes windpipes faked and minced up.
Puzzle find the meat. Kosher. No meat and milk together. Hygiene that was what they call
now. Yom Kippur fast spring cleaning of inside. Peace and war depend on some fellow's
digestion. Religions. Christmas turkeys and geese. Slaughter of innocents. Eat, drink and be
merry. Then casual wards full after. Heads bandaged. Cheese digests all but itself. Mity
-- Have you a cheese sandwich?
-- Yes, sir.
Like a few olives too if they had them. Italian I prefer. Good glass of burgundy; take away
that. Lubricate. A nice salad, cool as a cucumber, Tom Kernan can dress. Puts gusto into it.
Pure olive oil. Milly served me that cutlet with a sprig of parsley. Take one Spanish onion.
God made food, the devil the cooks. Devilled crab.
-- Wife well?
-- Quite well, thanks... A cheese sandwich, then. Gorgonzola, have you?
-- Yes, sir.
James Joyce, Ulysses (The Gabler Edition) (New York: Vintage Books, 1986), 8.737-765.