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—
Ay
.
Where
’
s
Monks
?
—
Monks
!
Mr
Bloom
took
up
his
cutting
.
Time
to
get
out
.
—
Then
I
’
ll
get
the
design
,
Mr
Nannetti
,
he
said
,
and
you
’
ll
give
it
a
good
place
I
know
.
—
Monks
!
—
Yes
,
sir
.
Three
months
’
renewal
.
Want
to
get
some
wind
off
my
chest
first
.
Try
it
anyhow
.
Rub
in
August
:
good
idea
:
horseshow
month
.
Ballsbridge
.
Tourists
over
for
the
show
.
A
DAYFATHER
He
walked
on
through
the
caseroom
passing
an
old
man
,
bowed
,
spectacled
,
aproned
.
Old
Monks
,
the
dayfather
.
Queer
lot
of
stuff
he
must
have
put
through
his
hands
in
his
time
:
obituary
notices
,
pubs
’
ads
,
speeches
,
divorce
suits
,
found
drowned
.
Nearing
the
end
of
his
tether
now
.
Sober
serious
man
with
a
bit
in
the
savingsbank
I
’
d
say
.
Wife
a
good
cook
and
washer
.
Daughter
working
the
machine
in
the
parlour
.
Plain
Jane
,
no
damn
nonsense
.
AND
IT
WAS
THE
FEAST
OF
THE
PASSOVER
