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O
!
Eh
?
No
.
.
.
No
.
No
,
no
.
I
don
’
t
believe
it
.
He
wouldn
’
t
surely
?
No
,
no
.
Mr
Bloom
moved
forward
,
raising
his
troubled
eyes
.
Think
no
more
about
that
.
After
one
.
Timeball
on
the
ballastoffice
is
down
.
Dunsink
time
.
Fascinating
little
book
that
is
of
sir
Robert
Ball
’
s
.
Parallax
.
I
never
exactly
understood
.
There
’
s
a
priest
.
Could
ask
him
.
Par
it
’
s
Greek
:
parallel
,
parallax
.
Met
him
pike
hoses
she
called
it
till
I
told
her
about
the
transmigration
.
O
rocks
!
Mr
Bloom
smiled
O
rocks
at
two
windows
of
the
ballastoffice
.
She
’
s
right
after
all
.
Only
big
words
for
ordinary
things
on
account
of
the
sound
.
She
’
s
not
exactly
witty
.
Can
be
rude
too
.
Blurt
out
what
I
was
thinking
.
Still
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
She
used
to
say
Ben
Dollard
had
a
base
barreltone
voice
.
He
has
legs
like
barrels
and
you
’
d
think
he
was
singing
into
a
barrel
.
Now
,
isn
’
t
that
wit
.
They
used
to
call
him
big
Ben
.
Not
half
as
witty
as
calling
him
base
barreltone
.
Appetite
like
an
albatross
.
Get
outside
of
a
baron
of
beef
.
Powerful
man
he
was
at
stowing
away
number
one
Bass
.
Barrel
of
Bass
.
See
?
It
all
works
out
.
A
procession
of
whitesmocked
sandwichmen
marched
slowly
towards
him
along
the
gutter
,
scarlet
sashes
across
their
boards
.
Bargains
.
Like
that
priest
they
are
this
morning
:
we
have
sinned
:
we
have
suffered
.
He
read
the
scarlet
letters
on
their
five
tall
white
hats
:
H
.
E
.
L
.
Y
.
S
.
Wisdom
Hely
’
s
.
Y
lagging
behind
drew
a
chunk
of
bread
from
under
his
foreboard
,
crammed
it
into
his
mouth
and
munched
as
he
walked
.
Our
staple
food
.
Three
bob
a
day
,
walking
along
the
gutters
,
street
after
street
.
Just
keep
skin
and
bone
together
,
bread
and
skilly
.
They
are
not
Boyl
:
no
,
M
’
Glade
’
s
men
.
Doesn
’
t
bring
in
any
business
either
.
I
suggested
to
him
about
a
transparent
showcart
with
two
smart
girls
sitting
inside
writing
letters
,
copybooks
,
envelopes
,
blottingpaper
.
I
bet
that
would
have
caught
on
.
Smart
girls
writing
something
catch
the
eye
at
once
.
Everyone
dying
to
know
what
she
’
s
writing
.
Get
twenty
of
them
round
you
if
you
stare
at
nothing
.
Have
a
finger
in
the
pie
.
Women
too
.
Curiosity
.
Pillar
of
salt
.
Wouldn
’
t
have
it
of
course
because
he
didn
’
t
think
of
it
himself
first
.
Or
the
inkbottle
I
suggested
with
a
false
stain
of
black
celluloid
.
His
ideas
for
ads
like
Plumtree
’
s
potted
under
the
obituaries
,
cold
meat
department
.
You
can
’
t
lick
’
em
.
What
?
Our
envelopes
.
Hello
,
Jones
,
where
are
you
going
?
Can
’
t
stop
,
Robinson
,
I
am
hastening
to
purchase
the
only
reliable
inkeraser
Kansell
,
sold
by
Hely
’
s
Ltd
,
85
Dame
street
.
Well
out
of
that
ruck
I
am
.
Devil
of
a
job
it
was
collecting
accounts
of
those
convents
.
Tranquilla
convent
.
That
was
a
nice
nun
there
,
really
sweet
face
.
Wimple
suited
her
small
head
.
Sister
?
Sister
?
I
am
sure
she
was
crossed
in
love
by
her
eyes
.
Very
hard
to
bargain
with
that
sort
of
a
woman
.
I
disturbed
her
at
her
devotions
that
morning
.
But
glad
to
communicate
with
the
outside
world
.
Our
great
day
,
she
said
.
Feast
of
Our
Lady
of
Mount
Carmel
.
Sweet
name
too
:
caramel
.
She
knew
I
,
I
think
she
knew
by
the
way
she
.
If
she
had
married
she
would
have
changed
.
I
suppose
they
really
were
short
of
money
.
Fried
everything
in
the
best
butter
all
the
same
.
No
lard
for
them
.
My
heart
’
s
broke
eating
dripping
.
They
like
buttering
themselves
in
and
out
.
Molly
tasting
it
,
her
veil
up
.
Sister
?
Pat
Claffey
,
the
pawnbroker
’
s
daughter
.
It
was
a
nun
they
say
invented
barbed
wire
.
