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—
Mind
!
Let
this
man
pass
.
A
bony
form
strode
along
the
curbstone
from
the
river
staring
with
a
rapt
gaze
into
the
sunlight
through
a
heavystringed
glass
.
Tight
as
a
skullpiece
a
tiny
hat
gripped
his
head
.
From
his
arm
a
folded
dustcoat
,
a
stick
and
an
umbrella
dangled
to
his
stride
.
—
Watch
him
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
He
always
walks
outside
the
lampposts
.
Watch
!
—
Who
is
he
if
it
’
s
a
fair
question
?
Mrs
Breen
asked
.
Is
he
dotty
?
—
His
name
is
Cashel
Boyle
O
’
Connor
Fitzmaurice
Tisdall
Farrell
,
Mr
Bloom
said
smiling
.
Watch
!
—
He
has
enough
of
them
,
she
said
.
Denis
will
be
like
that
one
of
these
days
.
She
broke
off
suddenly
.
—
There
he
is
,
she
said
.
I
must
go
after
him
.
Goodbye
.
Remember
me
to
Molly
,
won
’
t
you
?
—
I
will
,
Mr
Bloom
said
.
