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Mr
Bloom
could
easily
picture
his
advent
on
this
scene
,
the
homecoming
to
the
mariner
’
s
roadside
shieling
after
having
diddled
Davy
Jones
,
a
rainy
night
with
a
blind
moon
.
Across
the
world
for
a
wife
.
Quite
a
number
of
stories
there
were
on
that
particular
Alice
Ben
Bolt
topic
,
Enoch
Arden
and
Rip
van
Winkle
and
does
anybody
hereabouts
remember
Caoc
O
’
Leary
,
a
favourite
and
most
trying
declamation
piece
by
the
way
of
poor
John
Casey
and
a
bit
of
perfect
poetry
in
its
own
small
way
.
Never
about
the
runaway
wife
coming
back
,
however
much
devoted
to
the
absentee
.
The
face
at
the
window
!
Judge
of
his
astonishment
when
he
finally
did
breast
the
tape
and
the
awful
truth
dawned
upon
him
anent
his
better
half
,
wrecked
in
his
affections
.
You
little
expected
me
but
I
’
ve
come
to
stay
and
make
a
fresh
start
.
There
she
sits
,
a
grasswidow
,
at
the
selfsame
fireside
.
Believes
me
dead
,
rocked
in
the
cradle
of
the
deep
.
And
there
sits
uncle
Chubb
or
Tomkin
,
as
the
case
might
be
,
the
publican
of
the
Crown
and
Anchor
,
in
shirtsleeves
,
eating
rumpsteak
and
onions
.
No
chair
for
father
.
Broo
!
The
wind
!
Her
brandnew
arrival
is
on
her
knee
,
post
mortem
child
.
With
a
high
ro
!
and
a
randy
ro
!
and
my
galloping
tearing
tandy
,
O
!
Bow
to
the
inevitable
.
Grin
and
bear
it
.
I
remain
with
much
love
your
brokenhearted
husband
W
.
B
.
Murphy
.
The
sailor
,
who
scarcely
seemed
to
be
a
Dublin
resident
,
turned
to
one
of
the
jarvies
with
the
request
:
—
You
don
’
t
happen
to
have
such
a
thing
as
a
spare
chaw
about
you
?
The
jarvey
addressed
as
it
happened
had
not
but
the
keeper
took
a
die
of
plug
from
his
good
jacket
hanging
on
a
nail
and
the
desired
object
was
passed
from
hand
to
hand
.
—
Thank
you
,
the
sailor
said
.
He
deposited
the
quid
in
his
gob
and
,
chewing
and
with
some
slow
stammers
,
proceeded
:
—
We
come
up
this
morning
eleven
o
’
clock
.
The
threemaster
Rosevean
from
Bridgwater
with
bricks
.
I
shipped
to
get
over
.
Paid
off
this
afternoon
.
There
’
s
my
discharge
.
See
?
D
.
B
.
Murphy
.
A
.
B
.
S
.
In
confirmation
of
which
statement
he
extricated
from
an
inside
pocket
and
handed
to
his
neighbour
a
not
very
cleanlooking
folded
document
.
—
You
must
have
seen
a
fair
share
of
the
world
,
the
keeper
remarked
,
leaning
on
the
counter
.
