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Every
word
is
so
deep
,
Leopold
.
Poor
papa
!
Poor
man
!
I
’
m
glad
I
didn
’
t
go
into
the
room
to
look
at
his
face
.
That
day
!
O
,
dear
!
O
,
dear
!
Ffoo
!
Well
,
perhaps
it
was
best
for
him
.
Mr
Bloom
went
round
the
corner
and
passed
the
drooping
nags
of
the
hazard
.
No
use
thinking
of
it
any
more
.
Nosebag
time
.
Wish
I
hadn
’
t
met
that
M
’
Coy
fellow
.
He
came
nearer
and
heard
a
crunching
of
gilded
oats
,
the
gently
champing
teeth
.
Their
full
buck
eyes
regarded
him
as
he
went
by
,
amid
the
sweet
oaten
reek
of
horsepiss
.
Their
Eldorado
.
Poor
jugginses
!
Damn
all
they
know
or
care
about
anything
with
their
long
noses
stuck
in
nosebags
.
Too
full
for
words
.
Still
they
get
their
feed
all
right
and
their
doss
.
Gelded
too
:
a
stump
of
black
guttapercha
wagging
limp
between
their
haunches
.
Might
be
happy
all
the
same
that
way
.
Good
poor
brutes
they
look
.
Still
their
neigh
can
be
very
irritating
.
He
drew
the
letter
from
his
pocket
and
folded
it
into
the
newspaper
he
carried
.
Might
just
walk
into
her
here
.
The
lane
is
safer
.
He
passed
the
cabman
’
s
shelter
.
Curious
the
life
of
drifting
cabbies
.
All
weathers
,
all
places
,
time
or
setdown
,
no
will
of
their
own
.
Voglio
e
non
.
Like
to
give
them
an
odd
cigarette
.
Sociable
.
Shout
a
few
flying
syllables
as
they
pass
.
He
hummed
:
Là
ci
darem
la
mano
La
la
lala
la
la
.
He
turned
into
Cumberland
street
and
,
going
on
some
paces
,
halted
in
the
lee
of
the
station
wall
.
No
-
one
.
Meade
’
s
timberyard
.
Piled
balks
.
Ruins
and
tenements
.
With
careful
tread
he
passed
over
a
hopscotch
court
with
its
forgotten
pickeystone
.
Not
a
sinner
.
Near
the
timberyard
a
squatted
child
at
marbles
,
alone
,
shooting
the
taw
with
a
cunnythumb
.
A
wise
tabby
,
a
blinking
sphinx
,
watched
from
her
warm
sill
.
Pity
to
disturb
them
.
Mohammed
cut
a
piece
out
of
his
mantle
not
to
wake
her
.
Open
it
.
And
once
I
played
marbles
when
I
went
to
that
old
dame
’
s
school
.
She
liked
mignonette
.
Mrs
Ellis
’
s
.
And
Mr
?
He
opened
the
letter
within
the
newspaper
.
