Trickleaps Wall (‘Ulysses’ pages 414-465)

Photo of a person running in a forest
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Trickleaps wall,
vanish in blinking!

Her wolfeyes wideopen,
’twas night round.

Terrier races in the chase!
Growling lion!

In escape,
in passages unfortunate,
she bellows:
“Justice for inflamed ladies!
O, savagely nameless crowd,
lift the slipperslapper alarm!”

Murmuring torchlight procession:
fellmongers thereunto approaching,
guns powerful.

Scramble!
Horns arrive!
Lorry tooraloom!

She lives.

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