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He
saw
the
priest
bend
down
and
kiss
the
altar
and
then
face
about
and
bless
all
the
people
.
All
crossed
themselves
and
stood
up
.
Mr
Bloom
glanced
about
him
and
then
stood
up
,
looking
over
the
risen
hats
.
Stand
up
at
the
gospel
of
course
.
Then
all
settled
down
on
their
knees
again
and
he
sat
back
quietly
in
his
bench
.
The
priest
came
down
from
the
altar
,
holding
the
thing
out
from
him
,
and
he
and
the
massboy
answered
each
other
in
Latin
.
Then
the
priest
knelt
down
and
began
to
read
off
a
card
:
—
O
God
,
our
refuge
and
our
strength
.
.
.
Mr
Bloom
put
his
face
forward
to
catch
the
words
.
English
.
Throw
them
the
bone
.
I
remember
slightly
.
How
long
since
your
last
mass
?
Glorious
and
immaculate
virgin
.
Joseph
,
her
spouse
.
Peter
and
Paul
.
More
interesting
if
you
understood
what
it
was
all
about
.
Wonderful
organisation
certainly
,
goes
like
clockwork
.
Confession
.
Everyone
wants
to
.
Then
I
will
tell
you
all
.
Penance
.
Punish
me
,
please
.
Great
weapon
in
their
hands
.
More
than
doctor
or
solicitor
.
Woman
dying
to
.
And
I
schschschschschsch
.
And
did
you
chachachachacha
?
And
why
did
you
?
Look
down
at
her
ring
to
find
an
excuse
.
Whispering
gallery
walls
have
ears
.
Husband
learn
to
his
surprise
.
God
’
s
little
joke
.
Then
out
she
comes
.
Repentance
skindeep
.
Lovely
shame
.
Pray
at
an
altar
.
Hail
Mary
and
Holy
Mary
.
Flowers
,
incense
,
candles
melting
.
Hide
her
blushes
.
Salvation
army
blatant
imitation
.
Reformed
prostitute
will
address
the
meeting
.
How
I
found
the
Lord
.
Squareheaded
chaps
those
must
be
in
Rome
:
they
work
the
whole
show
.
And
don
’
t
they
rake
in
the
money
too
?
Bequests
also
:
to
the
P
.
P
.
for
the
time
being
in
his
absolute
discretion
.
Masses
for
the
repose
of
my
soul
to
be
said
publicly
with
open
doors
.
Monasteries
and
convents
.
The
priest
in
that
Fermanagh
will
case
in
the
witnessbox
.
No
browbeating
him
.
He
had
his
answer
pat
for
everything
.
Liberty
and
exaltation
of
our
holy
mother
the
church
.
The
doctors
of
the
church
:
they
mapped
out
the
whole
theology
of
it
.
The
priest
prayed
:
—
Blessed
Michael
,
archangel
,
defend
us
in
the
hour
of
conflict
.
Be
our
safeguard
against
the
wickedness
and
snares
of
the
devil
(
may
God
restrain
him
,
we
humbly
pray
!
)
:
and
do
thou
,
O
prince
of
the
heavenly
host
,
by
the
power
of
God
thrust
Satan
down
to
hell
and
with
him
those
other
wicked
spirits
who
wander
through
the
world
for
the
ruin
of
souls
.
The
priest
and
the
massboy
stood
up
and
walked
off
.
All
over
.
The
women
remained
behind
:
thanksgiving
.
Better
be
shoving
along
.
Brother
Buzz
.
Come
around
with
the
plate
perhaps
.
Pay
your
Easter
duty
.
He
stood
up
.
Hello
.
Were
those
two
buttons
of
my
waistcoat
open
all
the
time
?
Women
enjoy
it
.
Never
tell
you
.
But
we
.
Excuse
,
miss
,
there
’
s
a
(
whh
!
)
just
a
(
whh
!
)
fluff
.
Or
their
skirt
behind
,
placket
unhooked
.
Glimpses
of
the
moon
.
Annoyed
if
you
don
’
t
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
before
.
Still
like
you
better
untidy
.
Good
job
it
wasn
’
t
farther
south
.
He
passed
,
discreetly
buttoning
,
down
the
aisle
and
out
through
the
main
door
into
the
light
.
He
stood
a
moment
unseeing
by
the
cold
black
marble
bowl
while
before
him
and
behind
two
worshippers
dipped
furtive
hands
in
the
low
tide
of
holy
water
.
Trams
:
a
car
of
Prescott
’
s
dyeworks
:
a
widow
in
her
weeds
.
Notice
because
I
’
m
in
mourning
myself
.
He
covered
himself
.
How
goes
the
time
?
Quarter
past
.
Time
enough
yet
.
Better
get
that
lotion
made
up
.
Where
is
this
?
Ah
yes
,
the
last
time
.
Sweny
’
s
in
Lincoln
place
.
Chemists
rarely
move
.
Their
green
and
gold
beaconjars
too
heavy
to
stir
.
Hamilton
Long
’
s
,
founded
in
the
year
of
the
flood
.
Huguenot
churchyard
near
there
.
Visit
some
day
.
