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(
They
pass
.
Tommy
Caffrey
scrambles
to
a
gaslamp
and
,
clasping
,
climbs
in
spasms
.
From
the
top
spur
he
slides
down
.
Jacky
Caffrey
clasps
to
climb
.
The
navvy
lurches
against
the
lamp
.
The
twins
scuttle
off
in
the
dark
.
The
navvy
,
swaying
,
presses
a
forefinger
against
a
wing
of
his
nose
and
ejects
from
the
farther
nostril
a
long
liquid
jet
of
snot
.
Shouldering
the
lamp
he
staggers
away
through
the
crowd
with
his
flaring
cresset
.
Snakes
of
river
fog
creep
slowly
.
From
drains
,
clefts
,
cesspools
,
middens
arise
on
all
sides
stagnant
fumes
.
A
glow
leaps
in
the
south
beyond
the
seaward
reaches
of
the
river
.
The
navvy
,
staggering
forward
,
cleaves
the
crowd
and
lurches
towards
the
tramsiding
.
On
the
farther
side
under
the
railway
bridge
Bloom
appears
,
flushed
,
panting
,
cramming
bread
and
chocolate
into
a
sidepocket
.
From
Gillen
’
s
hairdresser
’
s
window
a
composite
portrait
shows
him
gallant
Nelson
’
s
image
.
A
concave
mirror
at
the
side
presents
to
him
lovelorn
longlost
lugubru
Booloohoom
.
Grave
Gladstone
sees
him
level
,
Bloom
for
Bloom
.
He
passes
,
struck
by
the
stare
of
truculent
Wellington
,
but
in
the
convex
mirror
grin
unstruck
the
bonham
eyes
and
fatchuck
cheekchops
of
Jollypoldy
the
rixdix
doldy
.
At
Antonio
Rabaiotti
’
s
door
Bloom
halts
,
sweated
under
the
bright
arclamp
.
He
disappears
.
In
a
moment
he
reappears
and
hurries
on
.
)
BLOOM
:
Fish
and
taters
.
N
.
g
.
Ah
!
(
He
disappears
into
Olhausen
’
s
,
the
porkbutcher
’
s
,
under
the
downcoming
rollshutter
.
A
few
moments
later
he
emerges
from
under
the
shutter
,
puffing
Poldy
,
blowing
Bloohoom
.
In
each
hand
he
holds
a
parcel
,
one
containing
a
lukewarm
pig
’
s
crubeen
,
the
other
a
cold
sheep
’
s
trotter
,
sprinkled
with
wholepepper
.
He
gasps
,
standing
upright
.
Then
bending
to
one
side
he
presses
a
parcel
against
his
ribs
and
groans
.
)
BLOOM
:
Stitch
in
my
side
.
Why
did
I
run
?
(
He
takes
breath
with
care
and
goes
forward
slowly
towards
the
lampset
siding
.
The
glow
leaps
again
.
)
BLOOM
:
What
is
that
?
A
flasher
?
Searchlight
.
(
He
stands
at
Cormack
’
s
corner
,
watching
.
)
