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BLOOM
:
(
Stammers
.
)
I
am
doing
good
to
others
.
(
A
covey
of
gulls
,
storm
petrels
,
rises
hungrily
from
Liffey
slime
with
Banbury
cakes
in
their
beaks
.
)
THE
GULLS
:
Kaw
kave
kankury
kake
.
BLOOM
:
The
friend
of
man
.
Trained
by
kindness
.
(
He
points
.
Bob
Doran
,
toppling
from
a
high
barstool
,
sways
over
the
munching
spaniel
.
)
BOB
DORAN
:
Towser
.
Give
us
the
paw
.
Give
the
paw
.
(
The
bulldog
growls
,
his
scruff
standing
,
a
gobbet
of
pig
’
s
knuckle
between
his
molars
through
which
rabid
scumspittle
dribbles
.
Bob
Doran
falls
silently
into
an
area
.
)
SECOND
WATCH
:
Prevention
of
cruelty
to
animals
.
BLOOM
:
(
Enthusiastically
.
)
A
noble
work
!
I
scolded
that
tramdriver
on
Harold
’
s
cross
bridge
for
illusing
the
poor
horse
with
his
harness
scab
.
Bad
French
I
got
for
my
pains
.
Of
course
it
was
frosty
and
the
last
tram
.
All
tales
of
circus
life
are
highly
demoralising
.
