"perhaps hes married some girl on the black water and is quite changed they all do they havent half the character a woman has she little knows what I did with her beloved husband before he ever dreamt of her in broad daylight too in the sight of the whole world you might say" (U18.826)
"that old Bishop that spoke off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing peak caps and the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me more money I suppose theyre called after him" (U18.837)
"I never thought that would be my name Bloom when I used to write it in print to see how it looked on a visiting card or practising for the butcher and oblige M Bloom youre looking blooming Josie used to say after I married him" (U18.840)
"well its better than Breen or Briggs does brig or those awful names with bottom in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some other kind of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt go mad about either" (U18.843)
"or suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan" (U18.846)
"my mother whoever she was might have given me a nicer name the Lord knows after the lovely one she had Lunita Laredo" (U18.846)
"the fun we had running along Williss road to Europa point" (U18.848)
"twisting in and out all round the other side of Jersey they were shaking and dancing about in my blouse like Millys little ones now when she runs up the stairs I loved looking down at them I was jumping up at the pepper trees and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and throwing them at him he went to India he was to write" (U18.849)
"the voyages those men have to make to the ends of the world and back its the least they might get a squeeze or two at a woman while they can going out to be drowned or blown up somewhere" (U18.853)
"I went up Windmill hill to the flats that Sunday morning with captain Rubios that was dead spyglass like the sentry had he said he'd have one or two from on board I wore that frock from the B Marche paris and the coral necklace" (U18.856)
"the straits shining I could see over to Morocco almost the bay of Tangier white and the Atlas mountain with snow on it and the straits like a river so clear" (U18.859)
"Harry Molly darling I was thinking of him on the sea all the time after at mass when my petticoat began to slip down at the elevation weeks and weeks I kept the handkerchief under my pillow for the smell of him" (U18.861)
"there was no decent perfume to be got in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and left a stink on you more than anything else" (U18.864)
"I wanted to give him a memento he gave me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I gave Gardner going to south Africa where those Boers killed him with their war and fever but they were well beaten all the same as if it brought its bad luck with it like an opal or pearl still it must have been pure 18 carrot gold because it was very heavy but what could you get in a place like that the sandfrog shower from Africa" (U18.865)
"and that derelict ship that came up to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit" (U18.871)

The Mary Celeste was a 103-foot (31m), 282-ton brigantine. She was built as 'Amazon' at Spencer's Island, Nova Scotia (1861). Over the next 10 years she was involved in several accidents at sea and had several owners. Her first captain died at the start of her maiden voyage, she collided with another vessel in the English Channel, and was driven ashore in a storm in Glace Bay, Nova Scotia (1867). She later turned up at a New York salvage auction where she was purchased for $3,000. After extensive repairs, she was put under American registry and renamed 'Mary Celeste' (1869). (Image courtesy of Harald Beck)
On November 7th 1872 the ship left New York loaded with 1700 barrels of raw American alcohol, bound for Genoa, Italy. Aboard were Captain Benjamin Briggs, his wife, young daughter and a crew of eight. She drifted as a derelict into Gibraltar; the crew were missing and never seen again. A British Board of Inquiry in Gibraltar gathered evidence and testimony. There was no sign of violence, piracy or foul play. No conclusions as to the fate of the crew could be drawn.
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