The reading stopped at " . . . Im sure you were . . . " (18.534)
Summary:
Molly's stream of thoughts we read about on these pages focus mainly on her sexual exploits (Bloom, Boylan, her former boy friends like Gardner in Gibraltar, the incidence in the carriage while on the way home from the Glencree dinner), on her figure, on her singing talent and as well as on the limits imposed on her life by their financial situation.
She recalls an evening she spent with Bloom (before their marriage) when she should have been at home getting dinner for her father. She thinks of her upcoming trip to Belfast with Boylan, her shopping expeditions there with him (... it would be exciting going round with him shopping buying those things in a new city ...). She does know that she could get into trouble going alone with Boylan (... they might bell it round the town in their papers or tell the papers ...) but could not care less about such gossiping people (... O let them all go and smother themselves for the fat lot I care ...) She would like kidfitting corsets to reduce flesh because as she says her belly is a bit too big. Molly too has had enough of the restrictions brought on their life due to lack of money (I always want to throw a handful of tea in the pot measuring and mincing ...).
In the early hours of the morning, lying awake in bed next to a sleeping husband, Molly ruminates on these and various other things . . .
