Excerpt from "Ulysses" by James Joyce

"Her stockings are loose over her ankles. I detest that: so tasteless. Those literary etherial people they are all. Dreamy, cloudy, symbolistic. Esthetes they are. I wouldn´t be surprised if it was that kind of food you see produces the like waves of the brain the poetical. For example one of those policemen sweating Irish stew into their shirts; you couldn´t squeeze a line of poetry out of him. Don't know what poetry is even. Must be in a certain mood."

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