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Wait
till
you
hear
him
,
Simon
,
on
Ben
Dollard
’
s
singing
of
The
Croppy
Boy
.
—
Immense
,
Martin
Cunningham
said
pompously
.
His
singing
of
that
simple
ballad
,
Martin
,
is
the
most
trenchant
rendering
I
ever
heard
in
the
whole
course
of
my
experience
.
—
Trenchant
,
Mr
Power
said
laughing
.
He
’
s
dead
nuts
on
that
.
And
the
retrospective
arrangement
.
—
Did
you
read
Dan
Dawson
’
s
speech
?
Martin
Cunningham
asked
.
—
I
did
not
then
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
.
Where
is
it
?
—
In
the
paper
this
morning
.
Mr
Bloom
took
the
paper
from
his
inside
pocket
.
That
book
I
must
change
for
her
.
—
No
,
no
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
quickly
.
Later
on
please
.
Mr
Bloom
’
s
glance
travelled
down
the
edge
of
the
paper
,
scanning
the
deaths
:
Callan
,
Coleman
,
Dignam
,
Fawcett
,
Lowry
,
Naumann
,
Peake
,
what
Peake
is
that
?
is
it
the
chap
was
in
Crosbie
and
Alleyne
’
s
?
no
,
Sexton
,
Urbright
.
Inked
characters
fast
fading
on
the
frayed
breaking
paper
.
Thanks
to
the
Little
Flower
.
Sadly
missed
.
To
the
inexpressible
grief
of
his
.
Aged
88
after
a
long
and
tedious
illness
.
Month
’
s
mind
:
Quinlan
.
On
whose
soul
Sweet
Jesus
have
mercy
.
It
is
now
a
month
since
dear
Henry
fled
