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There
were
wrecks
and
wreckers
,
the
keeper
said
,
who
was
evidently
au
fait
.
What
he
wanted
to
ascertain
was
why
that
ship
ran
bang
against
the
only
rock
in
Galway
bay
when
the
Galway
harbour
scheme
was
mooted
by
a
Mr
Worthington
or
some
name
like
that
,
eh
?
Ask
the
then
captain
,
he
advised
them
,
how
much
palmoil
the
British
government
gave
him
for
that
day
’
s
work
,
Captain
John
Lever
of
the
Lever
Line
.
—
Am
I
right
,
skipper
?
he
queried
of
the
sailor
,
now
returning
after
his
private
potation
and
the
rest
of
his
exertions
.
That
worthy
picking
up
the
scent
of
the
fagend
of
the
song
or
words
growled
in
wouldbe
music
but
with
great
vim
some
kind
of
chanty
or
other
in
seconds
or
thirds
.
Mr
Bloom
’
s
sharp
ears
heard
him
then
expectorate
the
plug
probably
(
which
it
was
)
,
so
that
he
must
have
lodged
it
for
the
time
being
in
his
fist
while
he
did
the
drinking
and
making
water
jobs
and
found
it
a
bit
sour
after
the
liquid
fire
in
question
.
Anyhow
in
he
rolled
after
his
successful
libation
-
cum
-
potation
,
introducing
an
atmosphere
of
drink
into
the
soirée
,
boisterously
trolling
,
like
a
veritable
son
of
a
seacook
:
—
The
biscuits
was
as
hard
as
brass
And
the
beef
as
salt
as
Lot
’
s
wife
’
s
arse
.
O
,
Johnny
Lever
!
Johnny
Lever
,
O
!
After
which
effusion
the
redoubtable
specimen
duly
arrived
on
the
scene
and
regaining
his
seat
he
sank
rather
than
sat
heavily
on
the
form
provided
.
Skin
-
the
-
Goat
,
assuming
he
was
he
,
evidently
with
an
axe
to
grind
,
was
airing
his
grievances
in
a
forcible
-
feeble
philippic
anent
the
natural
resources
of
Ireland
or
something
of
that
sort
which
he
described
in
his
lengthy
dissertation
as
the
richest
country
bar
none
on
the
face
of
God
’
s
earth
,
far
and
away
superior
to
England
,
with
coal
in
large
quantities
,
six
million
pounds
worth
of
pork
exported
every
year
,
ten
millions
between
butter
and
eggs
and
all
the
riches
drained
out
of
it
by
England
levying
taxes
on
the
poor
people
that
paid
through
the
nose
always
and
gobbling
up
the
best
meat
in
the
market
and
a
lot
more
surplus
steam
in
the
same
vein
.
Their
conversation
accordingly
became
general
and
all
agreed
that
that
was
a
fact
.
You
could
grow
any
mortal
thing
in
Irish
soil
,
he
stated
,
and
there
was
that
colonel
Everard
down
there
in
Navan
growing
tobacco
.
Where
would
you
find
anywhere
the
like
of
Irish
bacon
?
But
a
day
of
reckoning
,
he
stated
crescendo
with
no
uncertain
voice
,
thoroughly
monopolising
all
the
conversation
,
was
in
store
for
mighty
England
,
despite
her
power
of
pelf
on
account
of
her
crimes
.
There
would
be
a
fall
and
the
greatest
fall
in
history
.
The
Germans
and
the
Japs
were
going
to
have
their
little
lookin
,
he
affirmed
.
The
Boers
were
the
beginning
of
the
end
.
Brummagem
England
was
toppling
already
and
her
downfall
would
be
Ireland
,
her
Achilles
heel
,
which
he
explained
to
them
about
the
vulnerable
point
of
Achilles
,
the
Greek
hero
,
a
point
his
auditors
at
once
seized
as
he
completely
gripped
their
attention
by
showing
the
tendon
referred
to
on
his
boot
.
