“the washerwomen”
How many goes is it I wonder I washed it? I know by heart the places he likes to saale, duddurty devil! Scorching my hand and starving my fa- mine to make his private linen public. Wallop it well with your battle and clean it. My wrists are wrusty rubbing the mouldaw stains. And the dneepers of wet and the gangres of sin in it!
FW 196.13-15
James Joyce
Wring out
the clothes! Wring in the dew!
FW 213.19-20
James Joyce
“Ring out the old, ring in the new”
Tennyson-- In Memorium
And when them two has had a good few there isn't much more dirty clothes to publish.
Fw 620.20
James Joyce
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