James Joyce | Ulysses | 1922

Dear Bloom,

You are always following women from behind and admiring their amplitudes. In my experience, this is a wiser course than going up to them directly and saying something like "You have more curves than a racetrack" or "You look like butter--how would you like me to butter your muffin"? I admire your discretion. Keep up the peeping.

Sincerely,
Bill Patrick