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—
And
what
do
you
think
,
says
Joe
,
of
the
holy
boys
,
the
priests
and
bishops
of
Ireland
doing
up
his
room
in
Maynooth
in
His
Satanic
Majesty
’
s
racing
colours
and
sticking
up
pictures
of
all
the
horses
his
jockeys
rode
.
The
earl
of
Dublin
,
no
less
.
—
They
ought
to
have
stuck
up
all
the
women
he
rode
himself
,
says
little
Alf
.
And
says
J
.
J
.
:
—
Considerations
of
space
influenced
their
lordships
’
decision
.
—
Will
you
try
another
,
citizen
?
says
Joe
.
—
Yes
,
sir
,
says
he
.
I
will
.
—
You
?
says
Joe
.
—
Beholden
to
you
,
Joe
,
says
I
.
May
your
shadow
never
grow
less
.
—
Repeat
that
dose
,
says
Joe
.
Bloom
was
talking
and
talking
with
John
Wyse
and
he
quite
excited
with
his
dunducketymudcoloured
mug
on
him
and
his
old
plumeyes
rolling
about
.
