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armpits, the vice of her painted eyes, the rustle of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek

armpits and his palms outspread. Round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his breast in a corkscrew

armpit, the coolwrappered soap in his left hand. At his armpit Bantam Lyons’ voice and hand said: —Hello, Bloom. What

armpit, went to the door and opened it. The cat went up in soft bounds. Ah, wanted to go upstairs

armpit of his alpaca jacket. —Like that, Mr Bloom said, crossing his forefingers at the top. Let him take that

Armpits’ oniony sweat. Fishgluey slime (her heaving embonpoint!). Feel! Press! Crished! Sulphur dung of lions! Young! Young! An elderly female

armpits or under the neck. Because you get it out of all holes and corners. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether