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He
stayed
in
his
walk
to
watch
a
typesetter
neatly
distributing
type
.
Reads
it
backwards
first
.
Quickly
he
does
it
.
Must
require
some
practice
that
.
mangiD
kcirtaP
.
Poor
papa
with
his
hagadah
book
,
reading
backwards
with
his
finger
to
me
.
Pessach
.
Next
year
in
Jerusalem
.
Dear
,
O
dear
!
All
that
long
business
about
that
brought
us
out
of
the
land
of
Egypt
and
into
the
house
of
bondage
alleluia
.
Shema
Israel
Adonai
Elohenu
.
No
,
that
’
s
the
other
.
Then
the
twelve
brothers
,
Jacob
’
s
sons
.
And
then
the
lamb
and
the
cat
and
the
dog
and
the
stick
and
the
water
and
the
butcher
.
And
then
the
angel
of
death
kills
the
butcher
and
he
kills
the
ox
and
the
dog
kills
the
cat
.
Sounds
a
bit
silly
till
you
come
to
look
into
it
well
.
Justice
it
means
but
it
’
s
everybody
eating
everyone
else
.
That
’
s
what
life
is
after
all
.
How
quickly
he
does
that
job
.
Practice
makes
perfect
.
Seems
to
see
with
his
fingers
.
Mr
Bloom
passed
on
out
of
the
clanking
noises
through
the
gallery
on
to
the
landing
.
Now
am
I
going
to
tram
it
out
all
the
way
and
then
catch
him
out
perhaps
.
Better
phone
him
up
first
.
Number
?
Yes
.
Same
as
Citron
’
s
house
.
Twentyeight
.
Twentyeight
double
four
.
ONLY
ONCE
MORE
THAT
SOAP
He
went
down
the
house
staircase
.
Who
the
deuce
scrawled
all
over
those
walls
with
matches
?
Looks
as
if
they
did
it
for
a
bet
.
Heavy
greasy
smell
there
always
is
in
those
works
.
Lukewarm
glue
in
Thom
’
s
next
door
when
I
was
there
.
He
took
out
his
handkerchief
to
dab
his
nose
.
Citronlemon
?
Ah
,
the
soap
I
put
there
.
Lose
it
out
of
that
pocket
.
Putting
back
his
handkerchief
he
took
out
the
soap
and
stowed
it
away
,
buttoned
,
into
the
hip
pocket
of
his
trousers
.
What
perfume
does
your
wife
use
?
I
could
go
home
still
:
tram
:
something
I
forgot
.
Just
to
see
:
before
:
dressing
.
No
.
Here
.
No
.
A
sudden
screech
of
laughter
came
from
the
Evening
Telegraph
office
.
Know
who
that
is
.
What
’
s
up
?
Pop
in
a
minute
to
phone
.
Ned
Lambert
it
is
.
He
entered
softly
.
ERIN
,
GREEN
GEM
OF
THE
SILVER
SEA
