Practice Typing

BLOOM. Produces from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower. This is the flower in question. It was given me by a man I dont know his name. Plausibly. You know that old joke, rose of Castile. Bloom. The change of name. Virag. He murmurs privately and confidentially. We are engaged you see, sergeant. Lady in the case. Love entanglement. He shoulders the second watch gently. Dash it all. Its a way we gallants have in the navy.