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Passing
out
he
whispered
to
J
.
J
.
O
’
Molloy
:
—
Incipient
jigs
.
Sad
case
.
—
Ohio
!
the
editor
crowed
in
high
treble
from
his
uplifted
scarlet
face
.
My
Ohio
!
—
A
perfect
cretic
!
the
professor
said
.
Long
,
short
and
long
.
O
,
HARP
EOLIAN
!
He
took
a
reel
of
dental
floss
from
his
waistcoat
pocket
and
,
breaking
off
a
piece
,
twanged
it
smartly
between
two
and
two
of
his
resonant
unwashed
teeth
.
—
Bingbang
,
bangbang
.
Mr
Bloom
,
seeing
the
coast
clear
,
made
for
the
inner
door
.
—
Just
a
moment
,
Mr
Crawford
,
he
said
.
I
just
want
to
phone
about
an
ad
.
He
went
in
.
