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(
He
staggers
forward
,
dragging
them
with
him
.
Bloom
stops
,
at
fault
.
The
dog
approaches
,
his
tongue
outlolling
,
panting
.
)
BLOOM
:
Wildgoose
chase
this
.
Disorderly
houses
.
Lord
knows
where
they
are
gone
.
Drunks
cover
distance
double
quick
.
Nice
mixup
.
Scene
at
Westland
row
.
Then
jump
in
first
class
with
third
ticket
.
Then
too
far
.
Train
with
engine
behind
.
Might
have
taken
me
to
Malahide
or
a
siding
for
the
night
or
collision
.
Second
drink
does
it
.
Once
is
a
dose
.
What
am
I
following
him
for
?
Still
,
he
’
s
the
best
of
that
lot
.
If
I
hadn
’
t
heard
about
Mrs
Beaufoy
Purefoy
I
wouldn
’
t
have
gone
and
wouldn
’
t
have
met
.
Kismet
.
He
’
ll
lose
that
cash
.
Relieving
office
here
.
Good
biz
for
cheapjacks
,
organs
.
What
do
ye
lack
?
Soon
got
,
soon
gone
.
Might
have
lost
my
life
too
with
that
mangongwheeltracktrolleyglarejuggernaut
only
for
presence
of
mind
.
Can
’
t
always
save
you
,
though
.
If
I
had
passed
Truelock
’
s
window
that
day
two
minutes
later
would
have
been
shot
.
Absence
of
body
.
Still
if
bullet
only
went
through
my
coat
get
damages
for
shock
,
five
hundred
pounds
.
What
was
he
?
Kildare
street
club
toff
.
God
help
his
gamekeeper
.
(
He
gazes
ahead
,
reading
on
the
wall
a
scrawled
chalk
legend
Wet
Dream
and
a
phallic
design
.
)
Odd
!
Molly
drawing
on
the
frosted
carriagepane
at
Kingstown
.
What
’
s
that
like
?
(
Gaudy
dollwomen
loll
in
the
lighted
doorways
,
in
window
embrasures
,
smoking
birdseye
cigarettes
.
The
odour
of
the
sicksweet
weed
floats
towards
him
in
slow
round
ovalling
wreaths
.
)
THE
WREATHS
:
Sweet
are
the
sweets
.
Sweets
of
sin
.
BLOOM
:
My
spine
’
s
a
bit
limp
.
Go
or
turn
?
And
this
food
?
Eat
it
and
get
all
pigsticky
.
Absurd
I
am
.
Waste
of
money
.
One
and
eightpence
too
much
.
(
The
retriever
drives
a
cold
snivelling
muzzle
against
his
hand
,
wagging
his
tail
.
)
Strange
how
they
take
to
me
.
Even
that
brute
today
.
Better
speak
to
him
first
.
Like
women
they
like
rencontres
.
Stinks
like
a
polecat
.
Chacun
son
goût
.
He
might
be
mad
.
Dogdays
.
Uncertain
in
his
movements
.
Good
fellow
!
Fido
!
Good
fellow
!
Garryowen
!
(
The
wolfdog
sprawls
on
his
back
,
wriggling
obscenely
with
begging
paws
,
his
long
black
tongue
lolling
out
.
)
Influence
of
his
surroundings
.
Give
and
have
done
with
it
.
Provided
nobody
.
(
Calling
encouraging
words
he
shambles
back
with
a
furtive
poacher
’
s
tread
,
dogged
by
the
setter
into
a
dark
stalestunk
corner
.
He
unrolls
one
parcel
and
goes
to
dump
the
crubeen
softly
but
holds
back
and
feels
the
trotter
.
)
Sizeable
for
threepence
.
But
then
I
have
it
in
my
left
hand
.
Calls
for
more
effort
.
Why
?
Smaller
from
want
of
use
.
O
,
let
it
slide
.
Two
and
six
.
(
With
regret
he
lets
the
unrolled
crubeen
and
trotter
slide
.
The
mastiff
mauls
the
bundle
clumsily
and
gluts
himself
with
growling
greed
,
crunching
the
bones
.
Two
raincaped
watch
approach
,
silent
,
vigilant
.
They
murmur
together
.
)
THE
WATCH
:
Bloom
.
Of
Bloom
.
For
Bloom
.
Bloom
.
(
Each
lays
hand
on
Bloom
’
s
shoulder
.
)
FIRST
WATCH
:
Caught
in
the
act
.
Commit
no
nuisance
.
