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The
gates
glimmered
in
front
:
still
open
.
Back
to
the
world
again
.
Enough
of
this
place
.
Brings
you
a
bit
nearer
every
time
.
Last
time
I
was
here
was
Mrs
Sinico
’
s
funeral
.
Poor
papa
too
.
The
love
that
kills
.
And
even
scraping
up
the
earth
at
night
with
a
lantern
like
that
case
I
read
of
to
get
at
fresh
buried
females
or
even
putrefied
with
running
gravesores
.
Give
you
the
creeps
after
a
bit
.
I
will
appear
to
you
after
death
.
You
will
see
my
ghost
after
death
.
My
ghost
will
haunt
you
after
death
.
There
is
another
world
after
death
named
hell
.
I
do
not
like
that
other
world
she
wrote
.
No
more
do
I
.
Plenty
to
see
and
hear
and
feel
yet
.
Feel
live
warm
beings
near
you
.
Let
them
sleep
in
their
maggoty
beds
.
They
are
not
going
to
get
me
this
innings
.
Warm
beds
:
warm
fullblooded
life
.
Martin
Cunningham
emerged
from
a
sidepath
,
talking
gravely
.
Solicitor
,
I
think
.
I
know
his
face
.
Menton
,
John
Henry
,
solicitor
,
commissioner
for
oaths
and
affidavits
.
Dignam
used
to
be
in
his
office
.
Mat
Dillon
’
s
long
ago
.
Jolly
Mat
.
Convivial
evenings
.
Cold
fowl
,
cigars
,
the
Tantalus
glasses
.
Heart
of
gold
really
.
Yes
,
Menton
.
Got
his
rag
out
that
evening
on
the
bowlinggreen
because
I
sailed
inside
him
.
Pure
fluke
of
mine
:
the
bias
.
Why
he
took
such
a
rooted
dislike
to
me
.
Hate
at
first
sight
.
Molly
and
Floey
Dillon
linked
under
the
lilactree
,
laughing
.
Fellow
always
like
that
,
mortified
if
women
are
by
.
Got
a
dinge
in
the
side
of
his
hat
.
Carriage
probably
.
—
Excuse
me
,
sir
,
Mr
Bloom
said
beside
them
.
They
stopped
.
—
Your
hat
is
a
little
crushed
,
Mr
Bloom
said
pointing
.
John
Henry
Menton
stared
at
him
for
an
instant
without
moving
.
—
There
,
Martin
Cunningham
helped
,
pointing
also
.
