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—
That
was
terrible
,
Mr
Power
’
s
shocked
face
said
,
and
the
corpse
fell
about
the
road
.
Terrible
!
—
First
round
Dunphy
’
s
,
Mr
Dedalus
said
,
nodding
.
Gordon
Bennett
cup
.
—
Praises
be
to
God
!
Martin
Cunningham
said
piously
.
Bom
!
Upset
.
A
coffin
bumped
out
on
to
the
road
.
Burst
open
.
Paddy
Dignam
shot
out
and
rolling
over
stiff
in
the
dust
in
a
brown
habit
too
large
for
him
.
Red
face
:
grey
now
.
Mouth
fallen
open
.
Asking
what
’
s
up
now
.
Quite
right
to
close
it
.
Looks
horrid
open
.
Then
the
insides
decompose
quickly
.
Much
better
to
close
up
all
the
orifices
.
Yes
,
also
.
With
wax
.
The
sphincter
loose
.
Seal
up
all
.
—
Dunphy
’
s
,
Mr
Power
announced
as
the
carriage
turned
right
.
Dunphy
’
s
corner
.
Mourning
coaches
drawn
up
,
drowning
their
grief
.
A
pause
by
the
wayside
.
Tiptop
position
for
a
pub
.
Expect
we
’
ll
pull
up
here
on
the
way
back
to
drink
his
health
.
Pass
round
the
consolation
.
Elixir
of
life
.
But
suppose
now
it
did
happen
.
Would
he
bleed
if
a
nail
say
cut
him
in
the
knocking
about
?
He
would
and
he
wouldn
’
t
,
I
suppose
.
Depends
on
where
.
The
circulation
stops
.
Still
some
might
ooze
out
of
an
artery
.
It
would
be
better
to
bury
them
in
red
:
a
dark
red
.
In
silence
they
drove
along
Phibsborough
road
.
An
empty
hearse
trotted
by
,
coming
from
the
cemetery
:
looks
relieved
.
Crossguns
bridge
:
the
royal
canal
.
