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Mr
Bloom
and
Stephen
entered
the
cabman
’
s
shelter
,
an
unpretentious
wooden
structure
,
where
,
prior
to
then
,
he
had
rarely
if
ever
been
before
,
the
former
having
previously
whispered
to
the
latter
a
few
hints
anent
the
keeper
of
it
said
to
be
the
once
famous
Skin
-
the
-
Goat
Fitzharris
,
the
invincible
,
though
he
could
not
vouch
for
the
actual
facts
which
quite
possibly
there
was
not
one
vestige
of
truth
in
.
A
few
moments
later
saw
our
two
noctambules
safely
seated
in
a
discreet
corner
only
to
be
greeted
by
stares
from
the
decidedly
miscellaneous
collection
of
waifs
and
strays
and
other
nondescript
specimens
of
the
genus
homo
already
there
engaged
in
eating
and
drinking
diversified
by
conversation
for
whom
they
seemingly
formed
an
object
of
marked
curiosity
.
—
Now
touching
a
cup
of
coffee
,
Mr
Bloom
ventured
to
plausibly
suggest
to
break
the
ice
,
it
occurs
to
me
you
ought
to
sample
something
in
the
shape
of
solid
food
,
say
,
a
roll
of
some
description
.
Accordingly
his
first
act
was
with
characteristic
sangfroid
to
order
these
commodities
quietly
.
The
hoi
polloi
of
jarvies
or
stevedores
or
whatever
they
were
after
a
cursory
examination
turned
their
eyes
apparently
dissatisfied
,
away
though
one
redbearded
bibulous
individual
,
portion
of
whose
hair
was
greyish
,
a
sailor
probably
,
still
stared
for
some
appreciable
time
before
transferring
his
rapt
attention
to
the
floor
.
Mr
Bloom
,
availing
himself
of
the
right
of
free
speech
,
he
having
just
a
bowing
acquaintance
with
the
language
in
dispute
,
though
,
to
be
sure
,
rather
in
a
quandary
over
voglio
,
remarked
to
his
protégé
in
an
audible
tone
of
voice
à
propos
of
the
battle
royal
in
the
street
which
was
still
raging
fast
and
furious
:
—
A
beautiful
language
.
I
mean
for
singing
purposes
.
Why
do
you
not
write
your
poetry
in
that
language
?
Bella
Poetria
!
It
is
so
melodious
and
full
.
Belladonna
.
Voglio
.
Stephen
,
who
was
trying
his
dead
best
to
yawn
if
he
could
,
suffering
from
lassitude
generally
,
replied
:
—
To
fill
the
ear
of
a
cow
elephant
.
They
were
haggling
over
money
.
—
Is
that
so
?
Mr
Bloom
asked
.
Of
course
,
he
subjoined
pensively
,
at
the
inward
reflection
of
there
being
more
languages
to
start
with
than
were
absolutely
necessary
,
it
may
be
only
the
southern
glamour
that
surrounds
it
.
The
keeper
of
the
shelter
in
the
middle
of
this
tête
-
à
-
tête
put
a
boiling
swimming
cup
of
a
choice
concoction
labelled
coffee
on
the
table
and
a
rather
antediluvian
specimen
of
a
bun
,
or
so
it
seemed
.
After
which
he
beat
a
retreat
to
his
counter
,
Mr
Bloom
determining
to
have
a
good
square
look
at
him
later
on
so
as
not
to
appear
to
.
For
which
reason
he
encouraged
Stephen
to
proceed
with
his
eyes
while
he
did
the
honours
by
surreptitiously
pushing
the
cup
of
what
was
temporarily
supposed
to
be
called
coffee
gradually
nearer
him
.
—
Sounds
are
impostures
,
Stephen
said
after
a
pause
of
some
little
time
,
like
names
.
Cicero
,
Podmore
,
Napoleon
,
Mr
Goodbody
.
Jesus
,
Mr
Doyle
.
Shakespeares
were
as
common
as
Murphies
.
What
’
s
in
a
name
?
