Alone, what did Bloom feel? The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Réaumur: the incipient intimations of proximate dawn.
Ulysses, "Ithaca" & "Penelope": a facsimile of placards for episodes 17-18 (ed. Facsimiles-Garl, 1978)