Preparatory to anything else Mr Bloom brushed off the greater bulk of the shavings and handed Stephen the hat and ashplant and bucked him up generally in ^|7good orthodox^7| Samaritan fashion⁽³,³⁾ which he very badly needed. His (Stephen's) mind was not exactly what you would call wandering but a bit unsteady and on his expressed desire for ^|7something some ^|8commodity beverage^8|7| to drink Mr Bloom⁽³,³⁾ in view of the hour it was and there being no pumpº of Vartry water available for their ablutions⁽³,³⁾ let alone drinking purposes⁽³,³⁾ hit upon an expedient by suggesting^|8', off the reel,^8'| the propriety of the cabman's shelter, as it was called, ^|8'hardly a stonesthrow away^8'| near Butt ⁽³bridge Bridge^(err,º^{10)3) |6}where they might hit upon some drinkables in the shape of a ^|8milk and soda or a^8| mineral^6|. But how to get there was the rub. For the nonce he was rather nonplussed but inasmuch as the duty ^|7plainly^7| devolved upon him ^|7to take some measures on the subject^7| he pondered ^|7suitable^7| ways and means during which Stephen repeatedly yawned. So far as he could see he was rather pale in the face so that it occurred to him as highly advisable to get a conveyance of some description ^|6which would answer^6| in ⁽³this their³⁾ then condition^|4, both of them being e.d. ed^|5,^5| particularly Stephen,^4| always assuming that there was such a thing to be found. Accordinglyº after a few such preliminariesº as ^|5brushing brushing,º in spite of his having forgotten to take up his rather soapsuddy handkerchief after it had done yeoman service in the shaving line,º^5| they both walked together along Beaver streetº⁽³,³⁾ or, more properly⁽³,³⁾ lane⁽³,³⁾ as far as the farrier's and the distinctly fetid atmosphere of the livery stables at the corner of Montgomery street where they made tracks to the left^|8,^{8| |4}from^4| thence debouching into Amiens streetº round by
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the corner of Dan Bergin's. But⁽³,³⁾ as he ^|5fully confidently^5| anticipated⁽³,³⁾ there was not a sign of a Jehu plying for hire anywhere to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some fellows inside on the spree, outside the North Star ⁽³hotel Hotel^|6,^6|3) and there was no symptom of its budging ^|7a quarter of^7| an inch when Mr Bloom, who was anything but a ^|4loud professional^4| whistler, endeavoured to hail it by emitting a kind of a whistle, holding his arms arched over his head, twice.
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This was a quandary but, bringing common senseº to bear on it, evidently there was nothing for it but put a good face on the matter and foot it which they accordingly did. So, bevelling around by Mullett'sº and the Signal House⁽³,^{3) |4}which they shortly reached^|5,^5|4| they proceeded ^|7perforce^7| in the direction of Amiens streetº railway terminus, Mr Bloom being handicapped by the circumstance that one of the back buttons of his trousers had, to vary the ^|8timehonoured^8| adage, gone the way of all buttonsº though^|4, entering thoroughly into the spirit of the thing,^4| he heroically made light of the mischance. So ^|5as neither of them were particularly pressed for time, as it happened, and the temperature refreshing ^|6since it cleared up^6| after the recent visitation of Jupiter Pluvius,^5| they dandered along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a fare or a jarvey. As it so happened a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happening to be returningº the elder man recounted to his companion ^|7a propos à propos^7| of the incident his own truly miraculous escape of some little while back. They passed the main entrance of the Great Northern railway station, the starting point for Belfast, where of course all traffic was suspended at that late hour⁽³,³⁾ and^(err,º^err) passing the ⁽³backdoor back door³⁾ of the morgue (a not very enticing locality, not to say gruesome ^|7to a degree^7|, more especially at night⁽³)³⁾, ultimately gained the Dock Tavern and in due course turned into Store streetº, famous for its C division police station. Between this point and the high⁽³,³⁾ at present unlit⁽³,³⁾ warehouses of Beresford Place Stephen thought to think of Ibsen, associated with Baird's⁽³,³⁾ the stonecutter's^(err,º^err) in his mind somehow in Talbot ⁽³place Place³⁾, first turning on the right, while the other⁽³,³⁾ who was acting as his fidus Achates^(err,º^err) inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to where
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they were, the very palatable odour indeed of our daily bread, of all commodities of the public the primary and most indispensable. Bread, the staff of life, earn your bread, O tell me where is fancy bread⁽³, at? At³⁾ Rourke's the baker's⁽³,³⁾ it is said.

^|6En route En route^6|(3,³⁾ to his taciturn⁽³,³⁾ and, not to put too fine a point on it, not yet perfectly sober companion⁽³,³⁾ Mr Bloom⁽³,³⁾ who at all eventsº was in complete possession of his faculties, never more so, ^|7in fact^|8,^8| disgustingly sober,^7| spoke a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, ^|5women of ill fame and swell mobsmen,^5| which, barely permissible once in a while⁽³,³⁾ though not as a habitual practice, was of the nature of a regular deathtrap for young fellows of his age particularly ^|5|8'if they had acquired drinking habits^8'| under the influence of liquor ^|7unless you knew a little jiujitsuº for every contingency as even a fellow on the broad of his back could administer a nasty kick if you didn't look out^7|5|. Highly providential was the appearance on the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen
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was blissfully unconscious ⁽³that,³⁾ but for that man in the gap ^(3|5turning up, at the eleventh hour^5|,³⁾ the finis might have been ^|5that he might have been a candidate for the accident wardº or, failing that,^5| the bridewell and an appearance in the court next day before Mr Tobias⁽³,³⁾ or, he being the solicitor rather,º old Wall, he meant to say, or Mahonyº ^|8'which simply spelt ruin for a chap when it got bruited about^8'|. ^|5A The reason he mentioned the fact was that a^5| lot of those policemen^|5, whom he cordially disliked,^5| were admittedly unscrupulous ^|7in the service of the Crown^7| and, as Mr Bloom put it, recalling a case or two in the A ⁽³division Division³⁾ in Clanbrassil streetº, prepared to swear a hole through a ten gallon pot. Never on the spot when wanted but in quiet parts of the city, Pembroke roadº for example, ^|4they the guardians of the law^4| were well in evidence, the obvious reason being they were paid to protect the upper classes. Another thing he commented on was equipping soldiers with ^|5arms firearms or sidearms^5| of any ^|5kind description^5|(3,^{3) |6}liable to go off at any time^(err,º^10)6| which was tantamount to inciting them against civilians ^|6should by any chance they fall out over anything^6|. You frittered away your time, he very sensibly ^|7remarked maintained^7|, and health and also character besides which⁽³,º^{3) |6}the squandermania of the thing,^6| fast women of the ^|7demimonde demimonde^7| ran
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away with a lot of £. s. d. into the bargain and the greatest danger of all was who you got drunk with ^|7though^|a, touching the ^|bmuch^b| vexed question of stimulants,º^a| he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking ^|8'and possessing aperient virtues^8'| (notably a good burgundy ^|awhich he was a staunch believer in^a|) still never beyond a certain point where he invariably drew the line as it simply led to trouble all round to say nothing of your being at the tender mercy of others practicallyº^7|. Most of all he commented adversely on the desertion of Stephen by all his pubhunting ^|8confrères confrères^8| but one, a most glaring piece of ratting ^|5on the part of his brother medicos^5| under all the circs.

— And that one was Judas, ⁽³Stephen said said Stephen³⁾, who up to then had said nothing ^|4whatsoever^4| of any kind.

Discussing these and kindred topics they ^|7made a beeline across the back of the Customhouse and^7| passed under the Loop Line bridge whereº a brazier of coke burning in front of a sentrybox⁽³,³⁾ or something like one⁽³,³⁾ attracted their rather lagging footsteps. Stephen ^|8'of his own accord^8'| stopped for no special reason to look at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the light emanating from the brazier he could just make out the darker figure of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the sentrybox. He began to remember that this had happened⁽³,³⁾ or had been mentioned as having happened⁽³,³⁾ before but it cost
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him no small effort before he remembered that he recognised in the sentry a quondamº friend of his father's, Gumley. To avoid a meeting he drew nearer to the pillars of the railway bridge.

— Someone saluted you⁽³,³⁾ Mr Bloom said.

A figure ^|5of middle height^5| on the prowl⁽³,³⁾ evidently⁽³,³⁾ under the arches saluted again, calling:

—⁽³⇑^{3) (3}Night! ^|6Night. Night!^6|3)

⁽³⇑³⁾ Stephen⁽³,³⁾ of course⁽³,³⁾ started rather dizzily and stopped to return the compliment. Mr Bloom⁽³,³⁾ actuated by motives of ^|5inherent^5| delicacy⁽³,^{3) |8'}inasmuchº as he always believed in minding his own business,^8'| moved off^(3|7,^7|3) but nevertheless remained on the qui vive with just a shade of anxiety ^|8'though not funkyish in the least^8'|. ⁽³Though Although³⁾ unusual in ^|7Dublin the Dublin area,º^7| he knew that it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next to nothing to live on to be ⁽³abroad about³⁾ waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians ^|4by
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placing a pistol at their head^4| in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers ^|7of the Thames embankment category^7| they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with ^|4anything whatever^{4| (3}and everything^{3) |4}boodle they could^{4| |7}in one fell swoop^7| at a moment's notice, your money or your life^|7, leaving you there to point a moral, gagged and ^|8garotted garrotted^8|7|.

Stephen, that is when the accosting figure came to close quarters, though he was not in anº over sober state himself⁽³,³⁾ recognised ^|8Corly's Corley's^8| breath redolent of rotten cornjuice. Lord John ^|8Corly Corley^8|(3,³⁾ some called him⁽³,³⁾ and his genealogy came about in this wise. He was the eldest son of ⁽³inspector Inspector^{3) |8}Corly Corley^8| of the G ⁽³division Division³⁾, lately deceased⁽³,³⁾ who had married a certain Katherine Brophy, the daughter of a Louth farmer. His grandfather⁽³,³⁾ Patrick Michael ^|8Corly Corley^8|(3,³⁾ of New Ross⁽³,³⁾ had married the widow of a publican there whose maiden name had been Katherine (also) Talbot. Rumour had it⁽³,^{3) (3}(³⁾though not proved⁽³),³⁾ that she descended from the house of the ⁽³lords Lords³⁾ Talbot de Malahide⁽³,³⁾ in whose mansion^|5, really an unquestionably fine residence ^|aof its kind^a| and well worth seeing,^5| her mother or aunt or some relative⁽³, a woman, as the tale went, of extreme beauty,³⁾ had enjoyed the distinction of being in service in the washkitchen. This⁽³,³⁾ therefore⁽³,³⁾ was the reason why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who now addressed Stephen was spoken of by some with facetious proclivities as Lord John ^|8Corly Corley^8|.

Taking Stephen on one side he had the customary doleful ditty to tell. Not as much as a farthing to purchase a night's lodgings. His friends had all deserted him. Furthermore⁽³,³⁾ he had a row with Lenehanº and called him to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a sprinkling of ⁽³a number of³⁾ other ⁽³uncalled for ^|5uncalled-for uncalledfor^5|3) expressions. He was out of a job and implored of Stephen to tell him where on God's earth he could get something, anything at all,º to do. No, it was the daughter of the
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mother in the washkitchen that was fostersister to the heir of the house^|8,^{8| |7}or else they were connected through the mother in some way,^7| both occurrences happening at the same time ^|5if the whole thing wasn't a complete fabrication from start to finish^5|. Anyhow⁽³,³⁾ he was all in.

— I wouldn't ask you⁽³,³⁾ only, pursued he, on my solemn oath and
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God knows I'm on the rocks⁽³.³⁾

— There'll be a job tomorrowº or ⁽³the³⁾ next day, Stephen told him, in a boys' school at Dalkey for a gentleman usher. Mr Garrett Deasy. Try it. You may mention my name.

— Ah, God, ⁽³Corley ^|8Corly Corley^8|3) replied, sure I couldn't teach in a school, man. I was never one of your bright ones, he added with a half laugh.º ⁽³I got Got³⁾ stuck twice in the junior at the ⁽³christian brothers Christian Brothers³⁾.

— I have no place to sleep myself, Stephen informed him.

⁽³Corley ^|8Corly Corley^8|,³⁾ at the first go-off⁽³,³⁾ was inclined to suspect it was something to do with Stephen being fired out of his digs for bringing in a bloody tart off the street. There was a dosshouse in Marlborough streetº, Mrs Maloney's, but it was only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him you got a decent enough do in the Brazen Head over in Winetavern streetº ^|8'(which was distantly suggestive to the person addressed of friar Bacon)^8'| for a bob. He was starving too though he hadn't said a word about it.

Though this sort of thing went on every other night or very near it still Stephen's feelings got the better of him ^|5in a sense^5| though he knew that ⁽³Corley's ^|8Corly's Corley's^8|3) brandnew rigmarole⁽³,³⁾ on a par with the others⁽³,³⁾ was hardly deserving of much credence. However⁽³,³⁾ haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco⁽³,^{3) (3}etcetera etcetera,^{3) |8}as the Latin poet remarks⁽⁹,^9)8| especially as luck would have it he got paid his screw after every middle of the month on the sixteenth which was the date of the month as a matter of fact ^|5though a good bit of ^|ait the wherewithal^a| was demolished^5|. But the cream of the joke was nothing would get it out of ⁽³Corley's ^|8Corly's Corley's^8|3) head that he was living in affluence and hadn't a thing to do but hand out the needful⁽³. Whereas^|5; —^5| whereas³⁾. He put his hand in a pocket anyhow⁽³,³⁾ not with the idea of finding any food there⁽³,³⁾ but thinking he might lend him anything up to a bob or so in lieu so that he might endeavour at all events and get sufficient to eat ⁽³but. But³⁾ the result was in the negative for^|5, to his chagrin,^5| he found his ^|5money cash^5| missing. A few broken biscuits were all ^|5the result of his investigationº^5|. He tried his hardest to recollect for the moment whether he had lost⁽³,³⁾ as well he might have⁽³,³⁾ or left⁽³,³⁾ because in that contingency it was not a pleasant lookout, very much the reverse⁽³,³⁾ in fact. He was altogether too
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fagged out to institute a thorough search though
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he tried to recollect. Aboutº biscuits he dimly remembered. Who now exactly gave them ⁽³he wondered,³⁾ or where was⁽³,³⁾ or did he buy⁽³.?³⁾ However⁽³,³⁾ in another pocket he came across what he surmised in the dark were pennies, erroneously⁽³,³⁾ however^|7, as it turned out^7|.

— Those are halfcrowns, man, ⁽³Corley ^|8Corly Corley^8|3) corrected him.

And so in point of fact they turned out to be. Stephen ⁽³anyhow³⁾ lent him one of them.

— Thanks, ⁽³Corley ^|8Corly Corley^8|3) answered⁽³, you're. You're³⁾ a gentleman. I'll pay you back ⁽³one some³⁾ time. Who's that with you? I saw him a few times ^|7in the Bleeding Horse in Camden street^7| with Boylan⁽³,³⁾ the billsticker. You might put in a good word for us to get me taken on there. I'd carry a sandwichboard only the girl in the office told me they're full up for the next three weeks, man. God, you've to book ahead, man, you'd think it was for the Carl Rosa. I don't give a shite anyway so long as I get a job^|7,º even as a crossing sweeper^7|.

Subsequently⁽³,³⁾ being not quite so down in the mouth after the ⁽³two and six two-and-six³⁾ he got⁽³,³⁾ he informed Stephen about a fellow by the name of Bags Comisky that he said Stephen knew well out of ^|7Fulham's Fullam's^7|, the shipchandler's, bookkeeper there⁽³,³⁾ that used to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a little chap with a stutter ^|6called the name of^6| Tighe. Anyhow⁽³,³⁾ he was lagged the night before last and fined ten bob for a drunk and disorderly and refusing to go with the constable.

Mr Bloom in the meanwhile kept dodging about in the vicinity of the cobblestones near the brazier of coke in front of the corporation watchman's sentrybox⁽³,³⁾ who⁽³,³⁾ evidently a glutton for work, it struck him, was having a quiet forty winks ^|5for all intents and purposes^5| on his own private account while Dublin slept. He threw an odd eye at the same time now and then at Stephen's ^|4anything but immaculately attired^4| interlocutor as if he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other ^|7though where he was not in a position to ^|atruthfully^a| state ^|anor had he the remotest idea when^a|7|. Being a ^|5levelheaded^{5| |7}person individual^7| who could give points to not a few in point of shrewd observation⁽³,³⁾ he also remarked on his very dilapidated hat and slouchy wearing apparel generally⁽³,³⁾
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testifying to a chronic impecuniosity. ⁽³Palpably Probably³⁾ he was one of his ⁽³hangers on ^|5hangers-on hangerson^5|3) but for the matter of that ⁽³of that³⁾ it was merely a question of one preying on ^|7another his nextdoor neighbour^7| all round, in every deep, so to put it, a deeper depth ^|7and for the matter of that if the man in the street chanced to be in the dock himself penal servitude^|8,^8| with or without the option of a fine^|8,º^8| would be a very rara avis altogether^7|. In any case he had a consummate amount of ^|7cool^7| assurance
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intercepting people at that hour of the night or morning. Pretty thick that was certainly.

The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom⁽³,³⁾ who^|4,º with his practised eye,^4| was not without perceiving that he had succumbed to the blandiloquence of the other parasite. Alluding to the encounter he said, ^|8laughing laughingly^8|, Stephen, that is:

— ⁽³He is He's³⁾ down on his luck. He asked me to ask you to ask somebody named Boylan, a billsticker, to give him a job as a sandwichman.

At this intelligence^|5, in which he seemingly evinced little interest,^5| Mr Bloom gazed abstractedly for the space of a ^|4moment half a second^4| or so in the direction of ^|5a bucketdredgerº^|8,^{8| |6}rejoicing in the farfamed name of Eblana^|8,^8|6| moored alongside^{5| |8}Burgh Customhouse^{8| (3}quay Quay ^|7and quite possibly out of repair^7|,³⁾ whereupon he observed evasively:

— Everybody gets ^|5a certain their own^5| ration of luck, they say. Now you mention it his face was familiar to me. But⁽³,³⁾ leaving that for the moment, how much did you part with, he queried, if I am not too inquisitive?

— ⁽³Half a crown Half-a-crown³⁾, Stephen responded. I daresay he needs it to sleep somewhere.

— Needs!º Mr Bloom ejaculated^|7, professing not the least surprise at the intelligence^7|, ^|8'I can quite credit the assertion and^8'| I guarantee he invariably does. Everyone according to his needs ⁽³or and³⁾ everyone according to his deeds. ^|5But,º talking about things in general,^{5| |5}Where where, added he with a smile,^5| will you sleep yourself? Walking to Sandycove is out of the question⁽³. And^|7,^7| and^|7,^7|3) even supposing you did⁽³,³⁾ you won't get in after what occurred at Westland ⁽³row Row³⁾ station⁽³.³⁾ Simply fag out there for nothing. I don't mean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father's house?

— To seek misfortune, ^|6Stephen replied was Stephen's answer^6|.
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— I met your respected father on a recent occasion, Mr Bloom ^|7remarked diplomatically returned^7|, todayº⁽³,³⁾ in fact, or⁽³,³⁾ to be strictly accurate, on yesterday. Where does he live at present? I gathered in the course of conversation that he had moved.

— I believe he is in Dublin somewhere, Stephen answered unconcernedly. Why?

— A gifted man, Mr Bloom said of Mr Dedalus senior, in more respects than one ^|8'and a born raconteur if ever there was one^8'|. He takes great pride, quite ⁽³legitimate legitimately³⁾, out of you. You could go back⁽³,³⁾ perhaps, he ⁽³hasarded hazarded³⁾, still thinking of the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it
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was perfectly evident that the other two, Mulligan, that is, and that English tourist friend of his^|5, who eventually euchred their third companion,^5| were patently trying⁽³,³⁾ as if the whole ^|8bally^8| station belongedº to them⁽³,³⁾ to give Stephen the slip in the confusion⁽⁴, which they did⁴⁾.º

There was no response forthcoming to the suggestion⁽³,³⁾ however, such as it was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his family hearth the last time he saw it⁽³,³⁾ with his sister Dilly sitting by the ingle, her hair hanging down⁽³,³⁾ waiting for some weak Trinidad shell cocoa that was in the sootcoated kettle to be done so that she and he could drink it with the ⁽³oatmealwater oatmeal water³⁾ for milk after the Friday herrings they had eaten at two a penny⁽³,³⁾ with an egg apiece for ^|5Maggie Maggy^|7,^7|5|(3,³⁾ Boody and Katey, the cat meanwhile under the mangle devouring a mess of eggshells and charred fish heads and bones on a square of brown paper,º in accordance with the third precept of the church to fast and abstain on the days commanded, it being quarter tense or⁽³,³⁾ if not, ember days ^|5or something like that^5|.

— No, Mr Bloom repeated again, I wouldn't personally repose much trust in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan, as a guide, philosopher⁽³,³⁾ and friend⁽³,³⁾ if I were ^|7you in your shoes^7|. He knows which side his bread is buttered on thoughº in all probability he never realised what it is to be without regular meals. Of course you didn't notice as much as I did⁽³. But^|5,^5| but³⁾ it wouldn't occasion me the least surprise to learn that a pinch of tobacco
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or some narcotic was put in your drink for some ulterior object.

He understood⁽³,³⁾ however⁽³,³⁾ from all he heard⁽³,³⁾ that Dr Mulligan was a versatile allround man^|5, by no means confined to medicine only,^5| who was rapidly coming to the fore in his line ^|4and, if ^|5the^5| report was verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the not too distant future^{4| |7}as a tony medical practitioner drawing a handsome fee for his services^7| in addition to which professional status his rescue of that man from certain drowning ^|7by artificial respiration and what they call first aid^7| at Skerries, or Malahide was it?,º was, he was bound to admit⁽³,³⁾ an exceedingly plucky deed ^(3|8'which he could not too highly praise^8'|,³⁾ so that ^|7frankly^7| he was utterly at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be at the back of it except he put it down to ^|8sheer cussedness or^8| jealousy^|8, pure and simple^8|.

— Except ^|5it simply amounts to one thing and^5| he is what they call picking your brains, he ventured to ^|7say throw out^7|.

The ^|5guarded^5| glance of half solicitude⁽³,³⁾ half curiosity⁽³,³⁾ augmented by friendliness^(err,º^err) which he gave at Stephen's at present morose expression of features
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did not throw a flood of light, none at all in fact⁽³,³⁾ on the problem as to whether he had let himself be badly ^|7taken in bamboozled^7|(3,³⁾ to judge by two or three ^|5lowspirited^5| remarks he let drop⁽³,³⁾ or⁽³,^{3) |5}on the other hand the other way about^5|(3,³⁾ saw through the affair⁽³,³⁾ and⁽³,³⁾ for some reason or other best known to himself⁽³,³⁾ allowed matters to more or less^|8. …^8| Grinding poverty did have that effect^(3|7,^7|3) and he more than conjectured that, ^|8'highly educated though he was high educational abilities though he possessed^8'|, he experienced no little difficulty in making both ends meet.

Adjacent to the men's public urinal theyº perceived an icecream car round ⁽³round³⁾ which a group of presumably Italians ^|7in heated altercation^7| were getting rid of voluble expressions in their ^|8'vivacious^8'| language in a particularly animated way^|8', there being some little differences between the parties^8'|.

— ^|5Puttana madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Ho ragione? Culo rotto! Puttanaº madonna, che ci dia i quattrini! Ho ragione? Culo rotto!^5|

— ^|5Intendiamoci. Mezzo sovrano più … Intendiamoci. Mezzo sovrano più …^5|

— ^|5Dice lui però! Dice lui,º però!º^5|

—⁽³⇑^{3) (3}Mezzo.³⁾

— ^|5Farabutto! Mortacci sui! Farabutto! Mortacci sui!^5|

—⁽³⇑^{3) (3}Ma ascolta! Cinque la testa più …³⁾

Mr Bloom and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an unpretentious
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wooden structure, where, prior to then, he had rarely⁽³,³⁾ if ever⁽³,³⁾ been before⁽³,;³⁾ the former having previously whispered to the latter a few hints anent the keeper of it⁽³,³⁾ said to be the once famous Skin-the-Goat, Fitzharris, the invincible, though he ⁽³could not wouldn'tº³⁾ vouch for the actual facts^(3|5,^5|3) whichº quite possibly there was not one vestige of truth in. ^|5They took their seats A few moments later saw our two noctambules safely seated^5| in a discreet corner^(3|5,^5|3) onlyº to be greeted by stares from the decidedly miscellaneous collection of waifs and strays ^|8'and other nondescript specimens of the genus homo^|9,^9|8'| already there engaged in eating and drinking⁽³,³⁾ diversified by conversation^|8,^8| for whom they seemingly formed an object of ^|8marked^8| curiosity.

— Now touching a cup of coffee, Mr Bloom ^|7suggested ventured to ^|8plausibly^8| suggest to break the ice^7|, ^|5and it occurs to me you ^|7want ought to sample^7|5| something in the shape of solid food, say⁽³,³⁾ a roll of some ^|7sort description^7|.

^|6He ordered Accordingly his first act was ^|7with characteristic sangfroid^7| to order^6| these commodities quietly. The ^|5hoi polloi of^5| jarvies or stevedores⁽³,³⁾ or whatever they were⁽³,^{3) |7}after a cursory examinationº,^7| turned their eyes, apparently dissatisfied, away⁽³,³⁾ though one redbearded bibulous individual, ^|5portion of whose hair was greyish,^5| a sailor⁽³,³⁾ probably, still stared for some appreciable time before transferring his ^|7rapt^7| attention to the floor.

⁽³⇒³⁾ Mr Bloom, availing himself of the right of free speech, ^|4he having just a bowing acquaintance with the language in dispute,º though^|a, to be sure,^a| rather in a quandary over voglio,^4| remarked to his ⁽³protegé ^|7protégé protégé^7|3) in an audible tone of voice⁽³,³⁾
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^|7à propos ^|~9à propos aproposº^~|9|7| of the ^|5wrangle battle royal^5| in the street which was still raging fast and furious^|8.:^8|

— A beautiful language. I mean for singing purposes. Why do you not write your poetry in that language? Bella Poetria^|5.!º^5| Itº is so melodious and full. Bella Donna. Voglioº.

Stephen, who was trying his dead best to yawn⁽³,³⁾ if he could⁽³,³⁾ suffering fromº lassitude generally, replied:

— To fill the ear of a cow elephant. They were haggling over money.

— Is that so? Mr Bloom asked. Of course, he subjoined pensively, ^|5at the inward reflection of there being more languages to start with
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than were absolutely necessary,^5| it may be only the southern glamour that surrounds it.

The keeper of the shelter ^|5in the middle of this tête-à-tête^5| put a boiling swimming cup of a ^|5choice^5| concoction labelled coffee on the table and a rather antediluvian specimen of a bun, or so it seemed⁽³. After, after³⁾ which he ^|8retreated beat a retreat^8| to his counter,º Mr Bloom determining to have a good ^|4square^4| look at him later on so as not ⁽³to³⁾ appear to⁽³.^|8, …^8|3) for which reason he encouraged Stephen to proceed with his eyes while ^|5he did the honours by^5| surreptitiously pushing the cup of what was ^|6temporarily^6| supposed to be called coffee gradually nearer him⁽³.³⁾

— Sounds are impostures, Stephen saidº ^|5after a pause of some little time^5|(3, like. Like³⁾ names.º Cicero, Podmore. Napoleon, Mr Goodbody.º Jesus, Mr Doyle.º Shakespeares were as common as Murphies. What's in a name?

— ^|5Of course Yes, to be sure^5|, Mr Bloom ^|5thoroughly agreed unaffectedly concurred^5|. ⁽³Of course.³⁾ Our name was changed too, he added, pushing the socalled roll across.

The redbearded sailor⁽³,³⁾ who had his ^|7weather^7| eye on the newcomers⁽³,³⁾ boarded Stephen^|8', whom he had singled out for attention in particular,^8'| squarely by asking:

— And what might your name be?

Just in the nick of time Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but Stephen, ⁽³apparently³⁾ disregarding the warm pressureº ⁽³apparently^{3) |8'}from an unexpected quarter^8'|, answered:

— Dedalus.

The sailor stared at him heavily from a pair of drowsy ^|7baggy^7| eyes^|7, rather bunged up from excessive ^|8use of^8| boose^|8', preferably good old Hollands and water^8'|7|.

— You know Simon Dedalus? he asked at length.

— I've heard of him, Stephen said.
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Mr Bloom was all at sea for a moment, seeing the others evidently ^|7listening eavesdropping^7| too.

— He's Irish, the seaman ^|8bold^8| affirmed, staring still in much the same way and nodding. All Irish.

— All too Irish, Stephen rejoined.

As for Mr Bloom he could neither make head or tail of the ^|5whole^5|
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business and he was just asking himself what possible connection when the sailor⁽³,³⁾ of his own accord⁽³,³⁾ turned to the other occupants ⁽³in of³⁾ the shelter with the remark:

— I seen him shoot two eggs ⁽³of off³⁾ two bottles at fifty yards over his shoulder. The lefthandº dead shot.

Though he was slightly hampered by an occasional stammer and his gestures being also clumsy as it was^(3|7,^7|3) still he did his best to explain.

— Bottlesº out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles. Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims.

He turned his body half round, shut up his right eye completely⁽³. Then, then³⁾ he screwed his features up somewayº sideways and glared out into the night with an unprepossessing ^|7eye cast of countenance^7|.

— Pom!º he then shouted once⁽³!.³⁾

The entire audience waited, anticipating ^|5a still further an additional^5| detonation, there being ^|5still^5| a ^|4second further^4| egg.

— Pom!º he shouted twice.

^|8⇒ Eggº two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked, adding ^|abloodthirstily^a|:

—º Buffalo Bill shoots to kill,
Never missed nor he never will.^8|

A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just ^|8asked felt like asking^8| him whether it was for a marksmanship competition ^|7like the Bisley^7|.

— Beg pardon, the sailor said.

— Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued ^|6without flinching ^|7a hairsbreadth^7|6|.

— Why, the sailor replied, relaxing to a certain extent ^|7under the magic influence of diamond cut diamond^7|, it might be a matter of ten years. He toured the wide world with Hengler's Royal Circus. I seen him do that in Stockholm.

— Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen unobtrusively.

— Murphy's my name, the sailor continued⁽³.,^{3) (3}D.B. W.B.³⁾ Murphy⁽³,³⁾ of Carrigaloe. Know where that is?
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— Queenstown ⁽³harbour Harbour³⁾, Stephen replied.
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— That's right, the sailor said. ^|6Fort Camden and Fort Carlisle.^6| That's where I hails from. ⁽³I belongs there.^{3) (3}That's where I hails from.³⁾ My little woman's down there. She's waiting for me, I know. ^|5For England, home and beauty. For England, home and beauty.^5| She's my own ⁽³own³⁾ true wife I haven't seen for seven years now, sailing about.

Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene⁽³, —^{3) |7}the^7| homecoming to the mariner's roadside shieling ^|5after having diddled Davy Jonesº^{5| (3}—³⁾ a rainy night with a blind moon. ^|6Across the world for a wife.^6| Quite a number of stories there were on that particular ^|5Alice Ben Bolt^5| topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a favourite and most trying declamation piece⁽³,³⁾ by the way⁽³,³⁾ of poor John Casey ^|4and a bit of perfect poetry in its ^|8own small^8| way^4|. Never about the runaway wife coming back, however much devoted to ^|7him the absentee^7|. The face at the window^|7! Judge of his astonishment^7| when ^|7he finallyº did breast the tape and^7| the awful truth dawned upon him ^|4ab anent his better half^4|, wrecked in his affections. You little expected me but I've come to stay and make a fresh start. There she sits, a grasswidowº, at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rockedº in the cradle of the deep. And there sits uncle ^|8Chubb or Tomkin, as the case might be^8|, the publican of the ⁽³Crown and Anchor Crown and Anchor³⁾, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Broo!º The wind! Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, ^|5post mortem ^|s8postmortem post mortem^s8|5| child. With a high ro^|4!^4| and ⁽³and³⁾ a randy ro^|4!^4| and my galloping tearing tandy⁽³,³⁾ O^|4.!^4| Bow to the inevitable. Grin and bear it. I remain with much love your brokenhearted husband⁽³,^{3) (3}D B W.B.³⁾ Murphy.

The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublin resident, turned to one of the jarvies with the request:

— You don't happen to have such a thing as a spare chaw about you⁽³, do you³⁾?

The jarvey addressed⁽³,³⁾ as it happened⁽³,³⁾ had not but the keeper took a die of plug from his good jacket hanging on a nail and the ^|7desired^7| object was passed from hand to hand.

— Thank you, the sailor said.

He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing⁽³,³⁾ and with some slow stammers, proceeded:
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— We come up this morning eleven o'clock. The threemaster Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks. I shipped to get over. Paid off this afternoon. There's my discharge. See? ^|4D.B. W.B.^4| Murphy.º A.B.S.

In confirmation of ^|6his which^6| statement he extricated from an inside pocket and handed to his neighbourº a not very ^|8clean looking cleanlooking^8| folded document.
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— You must have seen a fair share of the world, the keeper remarked, leaning on the counter.

— Why, the sailor answeredº upon reflection upon it, I've circumnavigated a bit since I first joined on. I was in the Red ⁽³sea Sea³⁾. I was in China and North America and South America. ⁽³We was chased by pirates one voyage.³⁾ I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. I was in Stockholm and the Black Sea, the Dardanelles⁽³,³⁾ under Captain Dalton, the best bloody man that ever scuttled a ship. I seen Russia. Gospodi pomilyouº. That's how the Russians prays.

— You seen queer sights, don't be talking, ^|8said put in^8| a jarvey.

— Why, the sailor said, shifting his partially chewed plug⁽³.,³⁾ I seen queer things too, ups and downs. I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an anchor same as I chew that quid.

He took out of his mouth the pulpy quid and, lodging it between his teeth, bit ferociously:º

— Khaan! Like that. And I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the livers of horses. Look here. Here they are. A friend of mine sent me.

He fumbled out a picture postcard from his inside pocket⁽³,³⁾ which seemed to be in its way a species of repository⁽³,³⁾ and pushed it along the table. The printed matter on it stated: ^|6Choza de Indios. Beni, Bolivia. Choza de Indios. Beni, Bolivia.^6|

All focussed their attention ^|7at onº^{7| |5}the scene exhibited,^{5| |v7}atº^v7| a group of savage women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping⁽³,³⁾ amid a swarm of infants (there must have been quite a score of them) outside some primitive ^|7huts shanties^7| of osier.

— Chews coca all day ⁽³long³⁾, the communicative ^|5sailor tarpaulin^5| added ^|v4, stomachs. Stomachs^v4| like breadgraters. Cuts off their diddies when they can't bear no more children. See them ^|v4sitting^v4| there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw.
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His postcard proved a centre of attraction ^|8for Messrs the greenhorns^8| for several minutes⁽³,³⁾ if not more.

— Know how to keep them off? he inquired ⁽³generally genially³⁾.

Nobody volunteering a statement⁽³,³⁾ he winked, saying:

— Glass. That boggles 'em. Glass.

Mr Bloom, without evincing surprise, unostentatiously turned over the card to peruse the partially obliterated address and postmark. It ran as follows: ^|6Tarjeta Postal, Señor A Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile Tarjeta Postal,º Señor A.º Boudin, Galeria Becche, Santiago, Chile^6|. There was no message evidently⁽³,º³⁾ as he took particular notice.

Thoughº not an implicit believer in the lurid story narrated ^(3|5(or the eggsniping transaction for that matter despite William Tell and the Lazarillo-Don Cesar de Bazan incident
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depicted in Maritana on which occasion the former's ball passed through the latter's hat)^5|,º³⁾ having detected a discrepancy between his name^|s8,^{s8| |6}(^6|assuming he was the person he represented himself to be^|7,^{7| |6}and not sailing under false colours, after having boxed the compass on the strict q.t. somewhere)⁽⁹,^9)6| and the fictitious addressee of the missive ^|5which made him nourish some suspicions of our friend's bona fides^5| nevertheless it reminded him in a way of a longcherished plan he meant to one day realise ^|7some Wednesday or Saturday^7| of travelling to London ^|6via via^6| long sea ^|7for not to say that he had ever travelled extensively to any great extent but^7| he was at heart a born adventurer^|5,^5| though by a trick of fate he had consistently remained a landlubber except you call going to Holyhead which was his longest. Martin Cunningham frequently said he would work a pass through Egan but some ^|6deuced^6| hitch or other eternally cropped up with the net result that the scheme fell through. But even suppose it did come to planking down ^|6the needful^6| and breaking Boyd's heart it was not so dear, purse permitting, a few guineas at the outsideº⁽³,³⁾ considering the fare to Mullingar ^|4where he figured on going^4| was five and six⁽³,³⁾ there and back. The trip would benefit health on account of the bracing ozone and be in every way thoroughly pleasurable^|5, especially for a chap whose liver was out of order,^5| seeing the different places along the route, Plymouth, Falmouth, Southampton and so on⁽³,³⁾ culminating in an instructive tour of the sights of the great metropolis,
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^|4the spectacle of our^4| modern Babylon ^|7where doubtless he would see a the greatest improvement^7|,º tower, abbey, wealth of Park ⁽³lane Lane^3)|5,^5| to renew acquaintance with. Another thing just struck him as ^|5a^5| by no means ^|5a^5| bad notion was he might have a gaze around on the spot to see about trying to make arrangements about a concert tour ^|5of summer music^5| embracing the ^|5chief most prominent^5| pleasure resorts, Margate ^|5with mixed bathing and ^|7firstrate^7| hydros an and spas, ^|7Falmouth Plymouth Eastbourne, Scarborough, Margate^7|5| and so on^|4, B beautiful Bournemouth^|5, the Channel islands^5| and similar bijou spots, which might prove highly remunerative^4|. Not, of course, with a hole and corner scratch company ^|8or local ladies on the job^8|, witness Mrs ⁽³C P C.P.³⁾ M'Coy type ⁽³—³⁾ lend me your valise and I'll post you the ticket. No, something top notch, an all star Irish caste, ^|4the Tweedy-Flower grand opera company ^|5with his own legal consort as leading lady^5| as a sort of counterblast to the Elster Grimes and Moody-Manners,^4| perfectly simple matter ^(3|8and he was quite sanguine of success^8|,³⁾ providing puffs in the local papers could be managed ^|5by some fellow ^|8with a bit of bounce^8| who could pull the indispensable wires^|8,^8|5| and thus combine business with pleasure. ^|5But who? That was the rub.^5|
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Also^|6, without being ^|7actually^7| positive,^6| it struck him a great field was to be opened up in the line of opening up new routes ^|7to keep pace with the times^{7| |5}apropos apropos^5| of the Fishguard-Rosslare route which^|5,^5| it was mooted^|5,^5| was once more on the ^|5tapis tapis^5| in the circumlocution departments with the usual ^|4quantity of red tape and^4| dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. A great opportunity there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet the travelling needs of the public at large, the average man, ⁽³i.e, i.e.,º³⁾ Brown, Robinson and ^|4so forth Co^4|.

It was a subject of regret and absurd as well on the face of it and no small blameº to our vaunted society that the man in the street^|5,^{5| |7}when the system really needed toning up,^7| for ⁽³the a³⁾ matter of a couple of paltry pounds⁽³,³⁾ was debarred from seeing more of the world they lived in instead of being always ⁽³and ever³⁾ cooped up since my old stick-in-the-mud took me for a wife. After all⁽³,^{3) |5}hang it,^5| they had their eleven and more humdrum months of it and merited a radical change of ^|5venue venue^{5| |5}after the grind of city life^5| in the summertime⁽³,³⁾ for choice⁽³,³⁾ when ⁽³dame Dame³⁾ Nature
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is at her ^|5spectacular^5| best⁽³,³⁾ constituting nothing short of a new lease of life. There were ^|5equally excellent opportunities ^|afor vacationists^a| in the home island,^5| delightful sylvan spots for rejuvenation^|4, offering a plethora of attractions, as well as a bracing tonic for the system^4| in and around Dublin ^|8and its ^|apicturesque^a| environsº^8| even,º Poulaphouca⁽³,³⁾ to which there was a ⁽³steamtram steam tram,³⁾ but also farther away from the madding crowd⁽³,³⁾ in Wicklow, rightly termed the garden of Ireland, ^|7an ideal neighbourhood for elderly wheelmen,^{7| |8}so long as it didn't come down,^8| and in the wilds of Donegal ^|4where^4|, if report spoke true, ^|4the ^|~coup d'oeil coup d'œilº^~| was exceedingly grand,^4| though ^|4the lastnamed locality was^4| not easily ⁽³gettatable getatable^{3) |7}so that the influx of visitors was not as yet all ^|8that^8| it might be, considering the signal benefits to be derived from it, ^|8while Howth with its historic associations and otherwise, Silken Thomas, Grace O'Malley, George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a favourite haunt with all sorts and conditions of men⁽⁹,⁹⁾ especially in the spring when young men's fancy, ^|athough it had its own toll of deaths by falling off the cliffs by design or accidentally, usually, by the way, on their left leg,^a| it being only about three quarters of an hour's run from the pillar^8|7|. Because of course uptodate tourist travelling was as yet merely in its infancy, so to speak, and the accommodationº left much to be desired. Interesting to fathom⁽³,³⁾ it seemed to him⁽³,³⁾ from a motive of curiosity⁽³,³⁾ pure and simple, was whether it was the traffic that created the route or viceversa or the two sides in fact. He turned back the other side of the card,º picture,º and passed it along to Stephen.
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— I seen a Chinese one time, related the ^|7doughty^7| narrator, that had little pills like putty and he put them in the water and they opened⁽³,³⁾ and every pill was something different. One was a ship, another was a house, another was a flower. Cooks rats in your soup, he ^|7appetisingly^7| added, the ⁽³chinks Chinese³⁾ does.

Possibly perceiving an expression of dubiosity on their faces⁽³,³⁾ the globetrotter went on,º adhering to his ⁽³adventure adventures³⁾.

— And I seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Knife in his back. Knife like that.
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Whilst speaking he produced a ⁽³dangerouslooking dangerous looking³⁾ claspknife^|5,^5| quite in keeping with his character⁽³,³⁾ and held it in the striking position.

— In a knockingshop it was^|5,^5| count of a tryon between two smugglers. Fellow hid behind a door, come up behind him. Like that. ^|5Prepare to meet your God, Prepare to meet your God,º^5| says he. Chuk! It went into his back up to the butt.

His heavy glance⁽³,³⁾ drowsily roaming about⁽³,³⁾ kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to.

— That'sº a good bit of steel, repeated he, examining his formidable ^|5knife stiletto^5|.

After which harrowing ^|5tale dénouement sufficient to appal the stoutest^5| he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.

— They're great for the cold steel, somebody ^|5who was evidently quite in the dark^5| said for the benefit of them all. That was why they thought the park murders of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of them using knives.

At this remark⁽³,³⁾ passed obviously in the spirit of ^|5where ignorance is bliss where ignorance is bliss^5|(3,³⁾ Mr ⁽³B. Bloom³⁾ and Stephen, each in his own particular way, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a religious silence of the strictly entre nous variety however, towards where Skin-the-Goat, ^|5alias alias^5| the keeper, was drawing spurts of liquid from his boiler affair. His inscrutable face⁽³,³⁾ which was really a work of art, a perfect study in itself, ^|5beggaring description,^5| conveyed the impression that he didn't understand one jot of what was going on. Funny, very⁽³!.³⁾

There ^|7followed ensued^7| a somewhat lengthy pause. One man was reading ⁽³in by³⁾ fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal⁽³,;³⁾ another⁽³,³⁾ the card with the natives choza de⁽³,;³⁾ another⁽³,³⁾ the seaman's discharge. Mr Bloom, so far as he was ^|7personally^7| concerned, was just pondering in pensive mood. He vividly recollected when the occurrence alluded to took place as well as yesterday, ⁽³roughly³⁾ some score of years previously⁽³,³⁾ in the days of the land troubles^|5,^5| when it took the civilised world
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by storm, figuratively speaking, ^|5in early in the eighties,^5| eightyone ^|5to be correct,^5| when he was just turned fifteen.º
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— Ay, boss, the sailor broke in. Give us back them papers.

The request being complied with⁽³,³⁾ he clawed them up with a scrape.

— Have you seen the ⁽³rock Rock³⁾ of Gibraltar? Mr Bloom ^|7asked inquired^7|.

The sailor grimaced, chewing, in a way that might be read as yes, ay^|v4,^v4| or no.

— Ah, you've touched there too, Mr Bloom said, Europa point, thinking he had, in the hope that the rover might possibly by some reminiscences^|5. But but^5| he failed to do so, simply letting ⁽³spirt spurt³⁾ a jet of spew into the sawdust⁽³,³⁾ and shook his head with a sort of lazy scorn.

— What year would that be about? Mr ⁽³B interrogated Bloom interpolated³⁾. Can you recall the boats?

Our ^|4|~soi-disant soi-disantº^~|4| sailor munched heavily awhile^(3|5,^5||s8,^s8|3) hungrily^(3|5,^5||s8,^s8|3) beforeº answering⁽³:.³⁾

— I'm tired of all them rocks in the sea, he said, and boats and ships. Salt junk all the time.

Tired⁽³,³⁾ seemingly, he ceased. His questioner⁽³,³⁾ perceiving that he was not likely to get a great deal of change out of such a wily old customer, fell to woolgathering on the enormous dimensions of the water about the globe⁽³,.^{3) (3}suffice Suffice³⁾ it to say that^|4, as a casual glance at the map revealed,^4| it covered fully three fourths of it^|5,^5| and he fully realised accordingly what it meantº to rule the waves. On more than one occasion⁽³, —³⁾ a dozen at the lowest⁽³, —³⁾ near the North Bull at Dollymount he had remarked a superannuated old salt, evidently derelict, seated habitually near the not particularly redolent sea on the wall, staring ^|5calmly quite obliviouslyº^5| at it and it at him, dreaming of fresh woods and pastures new ^|6as someone somewhere sings^6|. And it left him wondering why. Possibly he had tried to find out the secret for himself, floundering up and down ^|7the antipodes^7| and all that sort of thing and over and under⁽³, —³⁾ well, not exactly under⁽³, —³⁾ tempting the fates. And the odds were ^|5twenty to nil^5| there was really no secret about it ^|6at all^6|. Nevertheless^|5, without going into the minutiae of the business,^5| the eloquent fact remained that the sea was there in all its glory and in the natural course of things somebody ^|6or other^6| had to sail on it ^|8and fly in the face of providence^8| though it merely went to show how people usually contrived to load that sort
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ofº onus on to the other fellow like the hell idea and the lottery and insuranceº ^|7which^7| were run on identically the same lines so that for that very reason⁽³,³⁾ if no other⁽³,³⁾ lifeboat Sunday was a ⁽³highly very³⁾ laudable institution to which the public at large, no matter where living⁽³,³⁾ inland or seaside, ^|5as the case might be,^5| having it brought home to them like that⁽³,³⁾ should extend its
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gratitude also to the harbourmasters and coastguard service who had to man the rigging and push off and out ^(3|4amid the elements^4|,³⁾ whatever the season⁽³,³⁾ when duty called^(3|5, Ireland expects that every man and so onº^5|3) and sometimes had a terrible time of it in the wintertime not forgetting the Irish lights, Kish and others, ^|7liable to capsize at any moment^7| rounding which he once with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not to say⁽³,³⁾ stormy⁽³,³⁾ weather.

— There was a fellow sailed with me in the ^|4Rover Rover^4|, the old seadog, himself a rover, proceeded, wentº ashore and took up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month. Them are his trousers I've on me and he gave me an oilskin and that jackknife. I'm game for that job, shaving and brushup. I hate roaming about. There's my son now, Danny, run off to sea and his mother got him took in a draper's in Cork where he could be drawing easy money.

— What age is he? queried one hearer who, by the way, seen from the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell, the townclerk, away from the ^|8carking^8| cares of office, unwashed⁽³,³⁾ of course⁽³,³⁾ and in a seedy getup and aº strong suspicion of nosepaint ^|5about the nasal appendage^5|.

— Why, the sailor answered with a slow puzzled utterance,º my son,º Danny? He'd be about eighteen now, way I figure it.

^|8He The ^(errSkibereen Skibbereenº^err) father hereupon^8| tore open his grey or unclean anyhow shirt with his two hands and scratched away at his chest on which was to be seen an image tattooed in blue Chinese ink⁽³,³⁾ intended to represent an anchor⁽³.³⁾

— There was lice in that bunk in Bridgwater, he remarked,º sureº as nuts. I must get a wash tomorrow or next day. It's them black lads I ⁽³objects ^|8object objects^8|3) to. I hate those buggers. ⁽³Suck Sucks³⁾ your blood dry, they does.

Seeing they were all looking at his chest⁽³,³⁾ he ^(erraccomodatingly accommodatinglyº^err)
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dragged his shirt more open so that⁽³,³⁾ on top of the timehonoured symbol of the mariner's hope and rest⁽³,³⁾ they had a full view of the figure 16 and a young man's sideface looking frowningly rather.

— Tattoo, the exhibitor explained. That was done when we were lying becalmed off Odessa in the Black Sea under Captain Dalton^|5,^{5| |4|5}the^{5|4| |5}best bloody man ever scuttled a ship^5|. Fellow⁽³,³⁾ the name of Antonio⁽³,³⁾ done that. There he is himself, a Greek.

— Did it hurt much doing it? one asked the sailor.

That worthy, however, was busily engaged in collecting round the. Somewayº in his. Squeezing or^|8. …^8|

— See here, he said, showing Antonio. There he is⁽³,³⁾ cursing the mate. And there he is now, he added, theº same fellow, pulling the skin with his fingers^|5,^5| some special knack evidently, and he laughing at a yarn.
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And in point of fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the curious effect excited the ^|5unaffected unreserved^5| admiration of everybody⁽³,³⁾ including Skin-the-Goat⁽³,º³⁾ who this time stretched over.

— Ay, ay, sighed the sailor, looking down on his manly chest. He's gone too. Ate by sharks after. Ay, ay.

He let go of the skin so that the profile resumed the normal expression of before.

— Neat bit of work, one ^|7longshoremanº^7| said.

— And what's the number for? ^|4another loafer number two^{4| |5}said queriedº^5|.

— Eaten alive? a third ^|5asked the sailor^5|.

— Ay, ay, sighed again the ^|5sailor latter personage^5|, more cheerily this time⁽³,³⁾ with some sort of a half smile⁽³,³⁾ for a brief duration only⁽³,³⁾ in the direction of the questioner about the number. ⁽³Ate.³⁾ A Greek he was⁽³, and.

^|8⇒^8| And³⁾ then he added⁽³,³⁾ with rather gallowsbird humour⁽³,³⁾ considering his alleged end^|8.:^8|

—^|8⇒º^{8| |5}As bad as old Antonio for he left me on my ownio. As bad as old Antonio,º
^|8⇒^{8| |8}for For^8| he left me on my ownio.^5|

The face of a streetwalker⁽³,³⁾ glazed and haggard under a black straw hat⁽³,³⁾ peered askew round the door of the shelter^|4, palpablyº reconnoitring on her own with the object of bringing more grist to her mill^4|.º Mr Bloom^|8,
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scarcely knowing which way to look,^8| turned away on the moment⁽³,^{3) (3}flusterfied ^|6flustered flusterfied^6||5,^5|3) but outwardly calm, and,º picking up from the table the pink sheet of the Abbey street organ which the jarvey, if such he was, had laid aside, he picked it up and looked at the pink of the paper though why pink⁽³.?³⁾ His reason for so doing was he recognised on the moment round the door the same face he ^|4met had caught a fleeting glimpse of^4| that afternoon on Ormond ⁽³quay Quay³⁾, the ^|4partially idiotic^4| female, namely, of the lane⁽³,³⁾ who knew the lady in the brown costume does be with you (Mrs B.)⁽³,³⁾ and begged the chance of his washing. Also why washing⁽³,³⁾ which seemed rather vague than not⁽³,^|5.?^5|3)

⁽³⇒^{3) (3}your Your³⁾ washing. Still⁽³,³⁾ candour compelled him to admit ⁽³that³⁾ he had washed his wife's undergarments when soiled in Holles streetº and women would and did too a man's similar garments ^|6initialled with Bewley and Draper's marking ink (hers were, that is)^6| if they really loved him, that is to say⁽³, love. Love³⁾ me, love my dirty shirt. Still⁽³,³⁾ just then^|7, being on tenterhooks,^7| he desired the female's room more than her company so it came as a genuine relief when the keeper made her a rude sign to take herself off. Round the side of the
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Evening Telegraph he just caught a fleeting glimpse of her face round the side of the door with a kind of demented glassy grin ^|4showing that she was not exactly all there,^4| viewing with evident amusement the group of gazers round ⁽³skipper Skipper³⁾ Murphy's ^|6nautical^6| chest and then there was no more of her.

— The gunboat, the keeper said.

— It beats me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, medically I am speaking, how a wretched creature like that from the Lock ⁽³hospital Hospital,³⁾ reeking with disease⁽³,³⁾ can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober senses, if he values his health in the least. Unfortunate creature! Of course⁽³,³⁾ I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition. ^|6Still no matter what the cause is from …^6|

Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely remarking:

— In this country people sell much more than she ever had and do a roaring trade. Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul. She is a bad merchant. She buys dear and sells cheap.
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The elder man, though not by any manner of means ^|8an old maid or^8| a prude, said ⁽³that³⁾ it was nothing short of a crying scandal ^|5that ought to be put a stop to instanter to say^5| that women of that stampº ^|5(quite apart from any oldmaidish squeamishness on the subject)^5|, a necessary evil, were not licensed and medically inspected by the proper authorities, a thing⁽³,³⁾ he could truthfully state⁽³,³⁾ he^|8,^{8| (4}as a ⁽⁹paterfamias paterfamilias^9)|8,^8|4) was a stalwart advocate of from the very ^|6first^6| start. Whoever embarked on a policy of the sort, he said, ^|5and ventilated the matter thoroughly^5| would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned.

— You⁽³,³⁾ as a good catholic, he ^|6subjoined observed^6|, talking of body and soul, believe in the soul. Or do you mean the intelligence, the brainpower as such, as distinct from any outside object, the table, let us say, that cup⁽³.?³⁾ I believe in that myself because it has been explained by ⁽⁴competent men as⁴⁾ the convolutions of the ^|6brain grey matter^6|. Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for instance. Do you?

Thus ⁽⁴asked cornered⁴⁾, Stephen had to make a superhuman effort of memory to try ^|6to and^6| concentrate and remember before he could say:º

— They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible. It would be immortal, I understand, but for the possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause⁽³,³⁾ Who, from all I can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.
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Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the mystical finesse involved was a bit ^|5beyond him. out of his ^|7sublunary^7| depth still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, ^|6remarking promptly rejoining^6|:^5|

— Simple^|5,^|7.?^{7|5| (3}he demurred, ^|5he demurred.^5|3) I shouldn't think that is the proper word. Of course, I grant you⁽³,³⁾ to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soul once in a ^|6while blue moon^6|. But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent those rays Röntgenº did⁽³,³⁾ or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it was before his time⁽³,³⁾ Galileo was the man⁽³,³⁾ I mean⁽³, the. The³⁾ same applies to the laws, for example, of a ⁽³far reaching ^|6far-reaching farreaching^6|3) natural phenomenon such as electricity but it's a horse of quite another colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God.
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— O that, Stephen expostulated, has been proved conclusively by several of the bestknownº passages in Holy Writ, apart from circumstantial evidence.

On this knotty point⁽³,³⁾ however⁽³,³⁾ the views of the pair, poles apart as they were⁽³,³⁾ both in schooling and everything else⁽³,³⁾ with the marked difference in their respective ages, clashed.

— Has been? the more experienced of the two objected, sticking to his original point. I'm not so sure about that. That's a matter ⁽³for everyman's of every man's³⁾ opinion and^|6, without dragging in the sectarian side of the business,^6| I beg to differ with you ^|5in toto^5| there. ⁽⁴Those ^|5It is my My^5| belief ^|5is^|7, to tell you the candid truth,^7|5| that those⁴⁾ bits were ^|5genuine forgeries all of them^5| put in by monks most probably or it's ^|5a the^5| big question ^|5of our national poet over again,^5| who precisely wrote them⁽³,³⁾ like Hamlet and Bacon, as,º you who know your Shakespeare infinitely better than I, of course I needn't tell you. Can't you drink that coffee, by the way? Let me stir it. Andº take a piece of that bun. It's like one of our skipper's bricks disguised. Still⁽³,³⁾ no-oneº can give what he hasn't got. Try a bit.

— Couldn't, Stephen ^|6replied contrived to get out^|7, his mentalº organs for the moment refusing to dictate further^7|6|.

Faultfinding being a proverbially bad hat⁽³,³⁾ Mr Bloom thought well to stir⁽³,³⁾ or try to⁽³,³⁾ the clotted sugar from the bottom and reflected with something approaching acrimony on the Coffee Palace and its temperance (and lucrative) work. To be sure it ^|7was a legitimate object and beyond yea or nay^7| did a world of good, sheltersº such as the present one they were in run on teetotal lines for vagrants at night, concerts, dramatic evenings^(3|7,^7|º³⁾ and useful lectures ^|6(admittance free)^6| by qualified men for the lower orders. On the other hand⁽³,³⁾ he had a distinct ^|8and painful^8| recollection they paid his wife, Madam Marion Tweedy,º ⁽⁴who had been prominently associated with it at one time,⁴⁾
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a very modest remuneration indeed for her pianoplaying. The idea, he was strongly inclined to believe, was to do good and net a profit⁽³,³⁾ there being no competition to speak of. Sulphate of copper poisonº SO₄ or something in some dried peas he remembered reading of in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't remember when it was or where. Anyhow⁽³,³⁾
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inspection, medical inspection, of all eatables⁽³,³⁾ seemed to him more than ever necessary ^|6which possibly accounted for the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of the medical analysis involved^6|.

— Have a shot at it now, he ventured to say of the coffee after being stirred.

Thus prevailed on to at any rate taste it⁽³,³⁾ Stephen lifted the heavy mug from the brown puddle ⁽³—³⁾ it clopped out of it when taken up ⁽³—³⁾ by the handle and took a sip ^|6of the offending beverage^6|.

— Still⁽³,³⁾ it's solid food, his good genius urged, I'm a stickler for solid food, hisº one and only reason being not gormandising ^|6in the least^6| but regular meals as the sine qua non for ⁽³anykind any kind³⁾ of proper work, mental or manual. You ought to eat more solid food. You would feel a different man.

— Liquids I can eat, Stephen said. But ⁽³O,³⁾ oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history⁽³.³⁾

Mr Bloom promptly did as suggested and removed the incriminated article, a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife with nothing ^|6very particularly^6| Roman or antique ^|6in about^6| it to the ^|8lay^8| eye, observing that the point was the least conspicuous point about it.

— Our mutual friend's stories are like himself, Mr Bloom⁽³,^{3) |8}apropos apropos^8| of knives⁽³,³⁾ remarked to ^|5Stephen his confidante^5| sotto voce. Do you think they are genuine? He could spin those yarns for hours on end all night long and lie like old boots. Look at him.

Yet still⁽³,³⁾ though his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air⁽³,³⁾ life was full of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible nature and it was quite within the bounds of possibility that it was not an entire fabrication though at first blush there was not much inherent probability in all ^|7he said the spoof he got off his chest^7| being strictly accurate ^|7gospel^7|.

He had been meantime taking stock of the individual in front of him ^|5and Sherlockholmesing him upº ^|8ever since he clapped eyes on him^8|5|. Though a wellpreserved man ⁽⁴of no little stamina⁴⁾, if a trifle prone to baldness, there was something spurious in the cut of his
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jib that suggested a jail delivery and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a weirdlooking specimen with the oakum and treadmill fraternity.
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He might even have done for his man⁽³,³⁾ supposing it was his own case he told, as people often did about others, namely, that he killed him himself ⁽⁴and had served his four or five goodlooking years in durance vile to say nothing of the Antonio personage ^|5(no relation to ^|athe^a| dramatic personage of identical name who sprang from the pen of our national poet)^5| who expiated his crimes in the ^|6melodramatic^6| manner ^|6above^6| described⁴⁾. On the other hand he might be only bluffing, a pardonable weakness⁽³,³⁾ because meeting ^|5unmistakable^5| mugs, Dublin residents, like those jarvies waiting news from abroad⁽³,³⁾ would tempt any ancient mariner ^|6who sailed the ocean seas^6| to draw the long bow about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. And when all was said and done⁽³,³⁾ the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a ^|5proverbial^5| candle to the ^|5wholesale^5| whoppers other fellows ^|7told coined^7| about him.

— Mind you, I'm not saying that it's all a pure invention, he resumed. Analogous scenes are occasionally, if not often, met with. Giants, though⁽³,³⁾ that is rather a far cry, youº see once in a way⁽³,^3)|6.^6| Marcella^|7,^7| the ⁽³midget queen ^|7Midget Queen midget queen^7|3). In those waxworks in Henry street I myself saw some Aztecs, as they are called, sitting bowlegged. They couldn't straighten their legs ⁽⁴if you paid them⁴⁾ because the muscles here, you see, he proceeded, indicating on his companion the brief outline ⁽³of,³⁾ the sinews⁽³,³⁾ or whatever you like to call them⁽³,³⁾ behind the right knee, were utterly powerless from sitting that way so long cramped up, being adored as gods. There's an example again of simple souls.

However⁽³,³⁾ reverting to friend Sinbad and his horrifying adventures ^(3|6(who reminded him a bit of Ludwig, alias Ledwidge, when he occupied the boards of the Gaiety ^|awhen Michael Gunn was identified with the management^a| in the Flying Dutchman^|7, a stupendous success,^7| and ^|7his host of admirers came in large numbers,^7| everyone simply ^|7flocked flocking^7| to hear him ^|8though ships of any sort^|a, phantom or the reverse,^a| on the stage usually fell a bit flat as also did trains^8|)^6|,³⁾ there was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it, he conceded. On the contrary⁽³,³⁾ that stab in the
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back touch was quite ⁽⁴typical of in keeping with⁴⁾ those ⁽³italianos Italianos,³⁾ though candidly he was ^|5none the less^5| free to admit those ⁽³icecream and fishfriers ice creamers and ⁽⁴fish friers friers in the fish way⁽⁹,⁹⁾ not to mention the chip potato ^|7persuasion variety^7|4)3) and so forth⁽⁹,⁹⁾ over in little Italy there⁽³,³⁾ near the Coombe⁽³,³⁾ were sober thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit too given to pothunting the harmless necessary ⁽⁴cat animal of the feline persuasion⁴⁾ of others at night so as to have a good old succulent ^|7meal tuckinº^7| with garlic de rigueur off him or her next day on the quiet and, he added, on the cheap.

— Spaniards, for instance, he continued, passionate ^|6impetuous^6| temperaments like
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that^|6, impetuous as Old Nick,^6| are given to taking the law into their own hands and give you your quietus doublequickº with ⁽³a³⁾ those poignards they carry in the abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally. My wife is, so to speak, Spanish, half⁽³,³⁾ that is. ⁽⁴Point of fact she could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted^|6,^6| having been born in (technically) Spain, i.e. Gibraltar.⁴⁾ She has the Spanish type. Quite dark, regular brunette, black. I⁽³,³⁾ for one⁽³,³⁾ certainly believe climate accounts for character. That's why I asked you if you wrote ^|6your^6| poetry in Italian.

— The temperaments at the door, Stephen interposed with, were very passionate about ^|8five ten^8| shillings. ^|6Roberto ruba roba sua. Roberto ruba roba sua.^6|

— Quite so, Mr Bloom ⁽⁴agreed dittoed⁴⁾.

— Then, Stephen said⁽³,³⁾ staring and rambling on to himself or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the impetuosity of Dante and the ⁽³isoceles isosceles³⁾ triangle⁽³,^{3) (3}miss Miss³⁾ Portinariº he fell in love withº and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.

— It's in the blood, Mr Bloom acceded at once. All are washed in the blood of the sun. Coincidence⁽³,³⁾ I just happened to be in the Kildare ⁽³street museum Street Museum³⁾ today, shortly prior to our meeting⁽³,³⁾ if I can so call it, and I was just looking at those antique statues there. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. You simply don't knock against those kind of women here. An exception here and there. Handsome⁽³,³⁾ yes, pretty in a way you find⁽³,³⁾ but ^|8what^8| I'm talking about ^|8is^8| the female form. Besides⁽³,³⁾ they have so little taste in dress, most of them^|8, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, no matter what you say^8|.
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Rumpled stockings⁽³, —³⁾ it may be, possibly is, a foible of mine⁽³,³⁾ but still it's a thing I simply hate to see.

Interest, however, was ^|5beginning starting^5| to flag somewhat all round and the others got on to talking about accidents at sea, ships lost in a fog, collisions with icebergs, all that sort of thing. ^|5The sailor Shipahoy^5|(3,³⁾ of course⁽³,³⁾ had his own say to say. He had doubled the ⁽³cape Cape³⁾ a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a kind of wind, in the China seas and through all those perils of the deep there was one thing, he declared, stood to him⁽³,³⁾ or words to that effect, a pious medal he had that saved him.

So then after that they drifted on to the wreck offº Daunt's rock, wreck of ⁽⁴the that illfated⁴⁾ Norwegian barque ⁽³—³⁾ nobody could think of her name for the moment till the jarvey who had really quite a look of Henry Campbell remembered it⁽³,³⁾ Palme⁽³,³⁾ on Booterstown ⁽³strand. That Strand, that³⁾ was the talk of the town that year ^|6(Albert William Quill wrote a fine piece of ^|aoriginal^a| verse ^|aof distinctive merit^a|
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on the topic for the Irishº Times)^6|,º breakers running over her and crowds and crowds on the shore ^|7in commotion^7| petrified with horror. Then someone said something ⁽³about³⁾ the case of the s.s. Lady Cairns of Swansea⁽³,³⁾ run into by the Mona⁽³,³⁾ which was on an opposite tack⁽³,^{3) |7}in rather muggyish weather^7| and lost with all hands ^|7on deck^7|. No aid was given. Her master, the Mona's, said he was ⁽³afraidº³⁾ his collision bulkhead would give way. She had no water, it appears, in her hold.

At this stage an incident happened. It having become necessary for him to unfurl a reef⁽³,³⁾ the sailor vacated his seat.

— Let me cross your bows⁽³,³⁾ mate, he said to his neighbour⁽³,³⁾ who was just gently dropping off into a ^|6peaceful^6| doze.

He ^|7walked made tracks^7| heavily, slowly⁽³,^{3) (4}with a dumpy sort of a gait⁴⁾ to the door, stepped heavily down the one step there was out of the shelter and bore due left ^|6with a dumpy kind of a gait^6|. Whileº he was in the act of getting his bearings⁽³,³⁾ Mr Bloom⁽³,³⁾ who noticed when he stood up that he had two flasks of presumably ship's rum ⁽³one³⁾ sticking one out of each pocket for the private consumption of his burning interior, saw him ^|7take one out produce a bottle^7| and uncork it⁽³,³⁾ or unscrew⁽³,³⁾ and^|5, applying its nozzle to his lips,^5| take a good old ^|6delectable^6| swig out of it ^|8with a gurgling ^|asound noise^a|8|. The irrepressible Bloom⁽³,³⁾ who also
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had a shrewd suspicion ^|8he that the old stager^8| went out on a manoeuvreº after the ^|4female attraction counterattraction in the shape of a female^4|(3,³⁾ who⁽³,³⁾ however⁽³,³⁾ had disappeared to all intents and purposes, could⁽³,³⁾ by straining⁽³,³⁾ just perceive him, when duly refreshedº ^|4by his priv ^|apotations rum puncheon exploit^a|4|, ⁽³gaping gazingº³⁾ up at the piers and girders of the Loop ⁽³line Line,³⁾ rather out of his depth⁽³,³⁾ as of course it was all radically altered since his last visit and greatly improved. Some person or persons invisible directed him to the ^|6male^6| urinal erected by the cleansing committee all over the place for the purpose^(3|6,^6|3) but^|6,^6| after a brief space of time during which silence reigned supreme⁽³,³⁾ the sailor^|7, evidently giving it a wide berth,^7| eased himself closerº at hand, the noise of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the ground where it apparently awokeº a horse of the cabrank.

⁽³⇒³⁾ A hoof scooped anyway for new foothold after sleep and harness jingled. Slightly disturbed in his sentrybox by the brazier of live coke⁽³,³⁾ the watcher of the corporation⁽³,³⁾ who, though now broken down and fast breaking up, was none other in ^|8stern^8| reality than the Gumley aforesaid^|8, now practically on the parish rates,^8| given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all human probabilityº from dictates of humanity⁽³,³⁾ knowing him before ⁽³—³⁾ shifted about and shuffled in his box before composing his limbs again in ⁽³to³⁾ the arms
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of Morpheus, aº truly amazing piece of hard ⁽³lines times³⁾ in its most virulent form on a fellow most respectably connected and familiarised with decent home comforts all his life ^|6who came in for ^|aa cool^a| £100 a year at one time which of course the doublebarrelled ass proceeded to make ^|ageneral^a| ducks and drakes of^6|. And there he was at the end of his tether after having often painted the town tolerably pink⁽³,³⁾ without a ^|7penny to his name beggarly stiver^7|. He drank⁽³,³⁾ needless to be told⁽³,³⁾ and it pointed only once more a moral when he might quite easily be in a large way of business if — a big if, however⁽³, —³⁾ he had contrived to cure himself of his ^|6particular^6| partiality⁽³.³⁾

All⁽³,³⁾ meantime⁽³,³⁾ were loudly lamenting the falling off in Irish shipping, coastwise and foreign as well⁽³,³⁾ which was ^|6all^6| part and parcel of the same thing. A Palgrave Murphy boat was put off the ways at Alexandra ⁽³basin Basin³⁾, the only launch that year. Right enough the harbours were there only no ships ever called⁽³.º³⁾
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