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Blingee
pigfoot
evly
night
Payee
two
shilly
.
.
.
(
He
is
howled
down
.
)
J
.
J
.
O
’
MOLLOY
:
(
Hotly
to
the
populace
.
)
This
is
a
lonehand
fight
.
By
Hades
,
I
will
not
have
any
client
of
mine
gagged
and
badgered
in
this
fashion
by
a
pack
of
curs
and
laughing
hyenas
.
The
Mosaic
code
has
superseded
the
law
of
the
jungle
.
I
say
it
and
I
say
it
emphatically
,
without
wishing
for
one
moment
to
defeat
the
ends
of
justice
,
accused
was
not
accessory
before
the
act
and
prosecutrix
has
not
been
tampered
with
.
The
young
person
was
treated
by
defendant
as
if
she
were
his
very
own
daughter
.
(
Bloom
takes
J
.
J
.
O
’
Molloy
’
s
hand
and
raises
it
to
his
lips
.
)
I
shall
call
rebutting
evidence
to
prove
up
to
the
hilt
that
the
hidden
hand
is
again
at
its
old
game
.
When
in
doubt
persecute
Bloom
.
My
client
,
an
innately
bashful
man
,
would
be
the
last
man
in
the
world
to
do
anything
ungentlemanly
which
injured
modesty
could
object
to
or
cast
a
stone
at
a
girl
who
took
the
wrong
turning
when
some
dastard
,
responsible
for
her
condition
,
had
worked
his
own
sweet
will
on
her
.
He
wants
to
go
straight
.
I
regard
him
as
the
whitest
man
I
know
.
He
is
down
on
his
luck
at
present
owing
to
the
mortgaging
of
his
extensive
property
at
Agendath
Netaim
in
faraway
Asia
Minor
,
slides
of
which
will
now
be
shown
.
(
To
Bloom
.
)
I
suggest
that
you
will
do
the
handsome
thing
.
BLOOM
:
A
penny
in
the
pound
.
(
The
image
of
the
lake
of
Kinnereth
with
blurred
cattle
cropping
in
silver
haze
is
projected
on
the
wall
.
Moses
Dlugacz
,
ferreteyed
albino
,
in
blue
dungarees
,
stands
up
in
the
gallery
,
holding
in
each
hand
an
orange
citron
and
a
pork
kidney
.
)
DLUGACZ
:
(
Hoarsely
.
)
Bleibtreustrasse
,
Berlin
,
W
.
13
.
(
J
.
J
.
O
’
Molloy
steps
on
to
a
low
plinth
and
holds
the
lapel
of
his
coat
with
solemnity
.
His
face
lengthens
,
grows
pale
and
bearded
,
with
sunken
eyes
,
the
blotches
of
phthisis
and
hectic
cheekbones
of
John
F
.
Taylor
.
He
applies
his
handkerchief
to
his
mouth
and
scrutinises
the
galloping
tide
of
rosepink
blood
.
)
J
.
J
.
O
’
MOLLOY
:
(
Almost
voicelessly
.
)
Excuse
me
.
I
am
suffering
from
a
severe
chill
,
have
recently
come
from
a
sickbed
.
A
few
wellchosen
words
.
(
He
assumes
the
avine
head
,
foxy
moustache
and
proboscidal
eloquence
of
Seymour
Bushe
.
)
When
the
angel
’
s
book
comes
to
be
opened
if
aught
that
the
pensive
bosom
has
inaugurated
of
soultransfigured
and
of
soultransfiguring
deserves
to
live
I
say
accord
the
prisoner
at
the
bar
the
sacred
benefit
of
the
doubt
.
(
A
paper
with
something
written
on
it
is
handed
into
court
.
)
