Happy Blooms Day!! It's lunch time in Dublin and Mr. Bloom is writing a letter to his mistress in a seedy pub somewhere.
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
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