Mr. Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and
fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, stuffed roast
heart, liver slices fried with crust crumbs, fried hencods' roes.
Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his
palate a fine tang a faintly scented urine.
Kidneys were on his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel a bit peckish.
The coals were reddening.
Another slice of bread: three, four: right. She didn't like her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and sent it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat it's spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry.
The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.
-mkgnao!
Kidneys were on his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel a bit peckish.
The coals were reddening.
Another slice of bread: three, four: right. She didn't like her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and sent it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat it's spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry.
The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.
-mkgnao!
