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—
There
you
are
,
says
Terry
.
Goodbye
Ireland
I
’
m
going
to
Gort
.
So
I
just
went
round
the
back
of
the
yard
to
pumpship
and
begob
(
hundred
shillings
to
five
)
while
I
was
letting
off
my
(
Throwaway
twenty
to
)
letting
off
my
load
gob
says
I
to
myself
I
knew
he
was
uneasy
in
his
(
two
pints
off
of
Joe
and
one
in
Slattery
’
s
off
)
in
his
mind
to
get
off
the
mark
to
(
hundred
shillings
is
five
quid
)
and
when
they
were
in
the
(
dark
horse
)
pisser
Burke
was
telling
me
card
party
and
letting
on
the
child
was
sick
(
gob
,
must
have
done
about
a
gallon
)
flabbyarse
of
a
wife
speaking
down
the
tube
she
’
s
better
or
she
’
s
(
ow
!
)
all
a
plan
so
he
could
vamoose
with
the
pool
if
he
won
or
(
Jesus
,
full
up
I
was
)
trading
without
a
licence
(
ow
!
)
Ireland
my
nation
says
he
(
hoik
!
phthook
!
)
never
be
up
to
those
bloody
(
there
’
s
the
last
of
it
)
Jerusalem
(
ah
!
)
cuckoos
.
So
anyhow
when
I
got
back
they
were
at
it
dingdong
,
John
Wyse
saying
it
was
Bloom
gave
the
ideas
for
Sinn
Fein
to
Griffith
to
put
in
his
paper
all
kinds
of
jerrymandering
,
packed
juries
and
swindling
the
taxes
off
of
the
government
and
appointing
consuls
all
over
the
world
to
walk
about
selling
Irish
industries
.
Robbing
Peter
to
pay
Paul
.
Gob
,
that
puts
the
bloody
kybosh
on
it
if
old
sloppy
eyes
is
mucking
up
the
show
.
Give
us
a
bloody
chance
.
God
save
Ireland
from
the
likes
of
that
bloody
mouseabout
.
Mr
Bloom
with
his
argol
bargol
.
And
his
old
fellow
before
him
perpetrating
frauds
,
old
Methusalem
Bloom
,
the
robbing
bagman
,
that
poisoned
himself
with
the
prussic
acid
after
he
swamping
the
country
with
his
baubles
and
his
penny
diamonds
.
Loans
by
post
on
easy
terms
.
Any
amount
of
money
advanced
on
note
of
hand
.
Distance
no
object
.
No
security
.
Gob
,
he
’
s
like
Lanty
MacHale
’
s
goat
that
’
d
go
a
piece
of
the
road
with
every
one
.
—
Well
,
it
’
s
a
fact
,
says
John
Wyse
.
And
there
’
s
the
man
now
that
’
ll
tell
you
all
about
it
,
Martin
Cunningham
.
Sure
enough
the
castle
car
drove
up
with
Martin
on
it
and
Jack
Power
with
him
and
a
fellow
named
Crofter
or
Crofton
,
pensioner
out
of
the
collector
general
’
s
,
an
orangeman
Blackburn
does
have
on
the
registration
and
he
drawing
his
pay
or
Crawford
gallivanting
around
the
country
at
the
king
’
s
expense
.
Our
travellers
reached
the
rustic
hostelry
and
alighted
from
their
palfreys
.
—
Ho
,
varlet
!
cried
he
,
who
by
his
mien
seemed
the
leader
of
the
party
.
Saucy
knave
!
To
us
!
So
saying
he
knocked
loudly
with
his
swordhilt
upon
the
open
lattice
.
