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Bantam
Lyons
doubted
an
instant
,
leering
:
then
thrust
the
outspread
sheets
back
on
Mr
Bloom
’
s
arms
.
—
I
’
ll
risk
it
,
he
said
.
Here
,
thanks
.
He
sped
off
towards
Conway
’
s
corner
.
God
speed
scut
.
Mr
Bloom
folded
the
sheets
again
to
a
neat
square
and
lodged
the
soap
in
it
,
smiling
.
Silly
lips
of
that
chap
.
Betting
.
Regular
hotbed
of
it
lately
.
Messenger
boys
stealing
to
put
on
sixpence
.
Raffle
for
large
tender
turkey
.
Your
Christmas
dinner
for
threepence
.
Jack
Fleming
embezzling
to
gamble
then
smuggled
off
to
America
.
Keeps
a
hotel
now
.
They
never
come
back
.
Fleshpots
of
Egypt
.
He
walked
cheerfully
towards
the
mosque
of
the
baths
.
Remind
you
of
a
mosque
,
redbaked
bricks
,
the
minarets
.
College
sports
today
I
see
.
He
eyed
the
horseshoe
poster
over
the
gate
of
college
park
:
cyclist
doubled
up
like
a
cod
in
a
pot
.
Damn
bad
ad
.
Now
if
they
had
made
it
round
like
a
wheel
.
Then
the
spokes
:
sports
,
sports
,
sports
:
and
the
hub
big
:
college
.
Something
to
catch
the
eye
.
There
’
s
Hornblower
standing
at
the
porter
’
s
lodge
.
Keep
him
on
hands
:
might
take
a
turn
in
there
on
the
nod
.
How
do
you
do
,
Mr
Hornblower
?
How
do
you
do
,
sir
?
Heavenly
weather
really
.
If
life
was
always
like
that
.
Cricket
weather
.
Sit
around
under
sunshades
.
Over
after
over
.
Out
.
They
can
’
t
play
it
here
.
Duck
for
six
wickets
.
Still
Captain
Culler
broke
a
window
in
the
Kildare
street
club
with
a
slog
to
square
leg
.
Donnybrook
fair
more
in
their
line
.
And
the
skulls
we
were
acracking
when
M
’
Carthy
took
the
floor
.
Heatwave
.
Won
’
t
last
.
Always
passing
,
the
stream
of
life
,
which
in
the
stream
of
life
we
trace
is
dearer
than
them
all
.
Enjoy
a
bath
now
:
clean
trough
of
water
,
cool
enamel
,
the
gentle
tepid
stream
.
This
is
my
body
.
He
foresaw
his
pale
body
reclined
in
it
at
full
,
naked
,
in
a
womb
of
warmth
,
oiled
by
scented
melting
soap
,
softly
laved
He
saw
his
trunk
and
limbs
riprippled
over
and
sustained
,
buoyed
lightly
upward
,
lemonyellow
:
his
navel
,
bud
of
flesh
:
and
saw
the
dark
tangled
curls
of
his
bush
floating
,
floating
hair
of
the
stream
around
the
limp
father
of
thousands
,
a
languid
floating
flower
.
