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RUDOLPH
:
Second
halfcrown
waste
money
today
.
I
told
you
not
go
with
drunken
goy
ever
.
So
you
catch
no
money
.
BLOOM
:
(
Hides
the
crubeen
and
trotter
behind
his
back
and
,
crestfallen
,
feels
warm
and
cold
feetmeat
.
)
Ja
,
ich
weiss
,
papachi
.
RUDOLPH
:
What
you
making
down
this
place
?
Have
you
no
soul
?
(
With
feeble
vulture
talons
he
feels
the
silent
face
of
Bloom
.
)
Are
you
not
my
son
Leopold
,
the
grandson
of
Leopold
?
Are
you
not
my
dear
son
Leopold
who
left
the
house
of
his
father
and
left
the
god
of
his
fathers
Abraham
and
Jacob
?
BLOOM
:
(
With
precaution
.
)
I
suppose
so
,
father
.
Mosenthal
.
All
that
’
s
left
of
him
.
RUDOLPH
:
(
Severely
.
)
One
night
they
bring
you
home
drunk
as
dog
after
spend
your
good
money
.
What
you
call
them
running
chaps
?
BLOOM
:
(
In
youth
’
s
smart
blue
Oxford
suit
with
white
vestslips
,
narrowshouldered
,
in
brown
Alpine
hat
,
wearing
gent
’
s
sterling
silver
waterbury
keyless
watch
and
double
curb
Albert
with
seal
attached
,
one
side
of
him
coated
with
stiffening
mud
.
)
Harriers
,
father
.
Only
that
once
.
RUDOLPH
:
Once
!
Mud
head
to
foot
.
Cut
your
hand
open
.
Lockjaw
.
They
make
you
kaputt
,
Leopoldleben
.
You
watch
them
chaps
.
BLOOM
:
(
Weakly
.
)
They
challenged
me
to
a
sprint
.
It
was
muddy
.
I
slipped
.
RUDOLPH
:
(
With
contempt
.
)
Goim
nachez
!
Nice
spectacles
for
your
poor
mother
!
