Stopped reading at "... arent they fearful trying to hurt you...". (Gabler 18.570) (Penguin p. 893.13)
Last week we had left Molly thinking of Stanley Gardner, who had died of enteric fever, who was such a lovely fellow. She thinks now (lancers O the lancers) of how she loves to see a regiment like the Black Watch, a distinguished regiment of Scottish infantry (Gifford, 18.400) that she had seen at La Roque. Thoughts of cavalry lead her to think again of Boylan, whose father was supposed to have made his money by selling the same horses twice to the cavalry. So Boylan must be quite rich, and Molly forges plans of how to put that money to good use. She could, for example, make him buy her linen and one of those nice kimonos in Belfast ("... it would be exciting going round with him shopping buying those things in a new city...). As he has plenty of money and is not a marrying man, it is as well if Molly gets some (money) out of him.
Molly thinks of her love making with Boylan (... hes heavy too...), and how she would prefer if he put it from behind the way Mrs Mastiansky said her husband does it. That afternoon, stylishly dressed Boylan was in blazing anger when he read in the stoppress that he had lost twenty quids by betting on the wrong horse, following the tip given by Lenehan. (This horse race and the fact that Throwaway, an outsider horse, had won the race, has accompanied us since chapter 8.) The name Lenehan acts like a cue to remember the Glencree dinner, (Nausicaa, chapter 13) and how he (Lenehan) was making free with her, and how too the lord Mayor was looking at her. The thoughts of the fine linen in Belfast have not left Molly. She would like to have at least two other good chemises and one of those kidfitting corsets, as they are praised in their advertisements that they give a delightful figure. Unlike Bloom whom she considers quite frugal and careful with money, Molly wishes that she could be a bit more free in spending (... I always want to throw a handful of tea into the pot...). With her three dresses and old hat, she knows that not only men wont look at her but women also try to walk on her.
She will be 33 in September. Women at that time seem to age fast. Like Mrs. Galbraith, who was much older than Molly, who had a magnificent head of hair that she used to toss back like Kitty OShea, but whose beautys on the wane. What about that Mrs Langtry, whose jealous husband is said to have made her wear a kind of tin thing (a chastity belt), something that is as "true" as the things (such as drinking the champagne out of her slipper after the ball was over) in some of the books that Bloom brings for her. She wishes that Bloom would chuck Freeman and would go into an office or something where hed get regular pay, and would even smoke a pipe like father to get the smell of a man... Shopping is still on Molly's mind. She thinks of one such event where she went shopping with Bloom, who thinks he knows a great lot about a womans dress.
At this point, Molly's musings get quite explicit. She thinks of her breasts in particular and breasts in general (... curious the way its made 2 the same in case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty...). She thinks of the breasts of those (Greek) statues in the museum (where Bloom had gone in the afternoon to examine their rear parts! See Lestrygonians, chapter 8). In any case, it is obvious that Molly does not care much for the anatomy of the male (... they hide it with a cabbageleaf...). And she thinks of the dirty bitch in the Spanish photo Bloom has in his drawers (See Ithaca, chapter 17). Her thoughts remain with Bloom, who can never explain a thing simply the way a body can understand (met something with hoses in it; see Calypso, chapter 4), and burns the bottom out of the pan cooking kidney, whose tooth mark is still on her nipples...
Last week we had left Molly thinking of Stanley Gardner, who had died of enteric fever, who was such a lovely fellow. She thinks now (lancers O the lancers) of how she loves to see a regiment like the Black Watch, a distinguished regiment of Scottish infantry (Gifford, 18.400) that she had seen at La Roque. Thoughts of cavalry lead her to think again of Boylan, whose father was supposed to have made his money by selling the same horses twice to the cavalry. So Boylan must be quite rich, and Molly forges plans of how to put that money to good use. She could, for example, make him buy her linen and one of those nice kimonos in Belfast ("... it would be exciting going round with him shopping buying those things in a new city...). As he has plenty of money and is not a marrying man, it is as well if Molly gets some (money) out of him.
Molly thinks of her love making with Boylan (... hes heavy too...), and how she would prefer if he put it from behind the way Mrs Mastiansky said her husband does it. That afternoon, stylishly dressed Boylan was in blazing anger when he read in the stoppress that he had lost twenty quids by betting on the wrong horse, following the tip given by Lenehan. (This horse race and the fact that Throwaway, an outsider horse, had won the race, has accompanied us since chapter 8.) The name Lenehan acts like a cue to remember the Glencree dinner, (Nausicaa, chapter 13) and how he (Lenehan) was making free with her, and how too the lord Mayor was looking at her. The thoughts of the fine linen in Belfast have not left Molly. She would like to have at least two other good chemises and one of those kidfitting corsets, as they are praised in their advertisements that they give a delightful figure. Unlike Bloom whom she considers quite frugal and careful with money, Molly wishes that she could be a bit more free in spending (... I always want to throw a handful of tea into the pot...). With her three dresses and old hat, she knows that not only men wont look at her but women also try to walk on her.
She will be 33 in September. Women at that time seem to age fast. Like Mrs. Galbraith, who was much older than Molly, who had a magnificent head of hair that she used to toss back like Kitty OShea, but whose beautys on the wane. What about that Mrs Langtry, whose jealous husband is said to have made her wear a kind of tin thing (a chastity belt), something that is as "true" as the things (such as drinking the champagne out of her slipper after the ball was over) in some of the books that Bloom brings for her. She wishes that Bloom would chuck Freeman and would go into an office or something where hed get regular pay, and would even smoke a pipe like father to get the smell of a man... Shopping is still on Molly's mind. She thinks of one such event where she went shopping with Bloom, who thinks he knows a great lot about a womans dress.
At this point, Molly's musings get quite explicit. She thinks of her breasts in particular and breasts in general (... curious the way its made 2 the same in case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty...). She thinks of the breasts of those (Greek) statues in the museum (where Bloom had gone in the afternoon to examine their rear parts! See Lestrygonians, chapter 8). In any case, it is obvious that Molly does not care much for the anatomy of the male (... they hide it with a cabbageleaf...). And she thinks of the dirty bitch in the Spanish photo Bloom has in his drawers (See Ithaca, chapter 17). Her thoughts remain with Bloom, who can never explain a thing simply the way a body can understand (met something with hoses in it; see Calypso, chapter 4), and burns the bottom out of the pan cooking kidney, whose tooth mark is still on her nipples...
