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K
.
M
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A
.
—
Will
you
tell
him
he
can
kiss
my
arse
?
Myles
Crawford
said
throwing
out
his
arm
for
emphasis
.
Tell
him
that
straight
from
the
stable
.
A
bit
nervy
.
Look
out
for
squalls
.
All
off
for
a
drink
.
Arm
in
arm
.
Lenehan
’
s
yachting
cap
on
the
cadge
beyond
.
Usual
blarney
.
Wonder
is
that
young
Dedalus
the
moving
spirit
.
Has
a
good
pair
of
boots
on
him
today
.
Last
time
I
saw
him
he
had
his
heels
on
view
.
Been
walking
in
muck
somewhere
.
Careless
chap
.
What
was
he
doing
in
Irishtown
?
—
Well
,
Mr
Bloom
said
,
his
eyes
returning
,
if
I
can
get
the
design
I
suppose
it
’
s
worth
a
short
par
.
He
’
d
give
the
ad
,
I
think
.
I
’
ll
tell
him
.
.
.
K
.
M
.
R
.
I
.
A
.
—
He
can
kiss
my
royal
Irish
arse
,
Myles
Crawford
cried
loudly
over
his
shoulder
.
Any
time
he
likes
,
tell
him
.
While
Mr
Bloom
stood
weighing
the
point
and
about
to
smile
he
strode
on
jerkily
.
RAISING
THE
WIND
—
Nulla
bona
,
Jack
,
he
said
,
raising
his
hand
to
his
chin
.
I
’
m
up
to
here
.
I
’
ve
been
through
the
hoop
myself
.
I
was
looking
for
a
fellow
to
back
a
bill
for
me
no
later
than
last
week
.
Sorry
,
Jack
.
You
must
take
the
will
for
the
deed
.
With
a
heart
and
a
half
if
I
could
raise
the
wind
anyhow
.
