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So
they
turned
on
to
chatting
about
music
,
a
form
of
art
for
which
Bloom
,
as
a
pure
amateur
,
possessed
the
greatest
love
,
as
they
made
tracks
arm
in
arm
across
Beresford
place
.
Wagnerian
music
,
though
confessedly
grand
in
its
way
,
was
a
bit
too
heavy
for
Bloom
and
hard
to
follow
at
the
first
go
-
off
but
the
music
of
Mercadante
’
s
Huguenots
,
Meyerbeer
’
s
Seven
Last
Words
on
the
Cross
and
Mozart
’
s
Twelfth
Mass
he
simply
revelled
in
,
the
Gloria
in
that
being
,
to
his
mind
,
the
acme
of
first
class
music
as
such
,
literally
knocking
everything
else
into
a
cocked
hat
.
He
infinitely
preferred
the
sacred
music
of
the
catholic
church
to
anything
the
opposite
shop
could
offer
in
that
line
such
as
those
Moody
and
Sankey
hymns
or
Bid
me
to
live
and
I
will
live
thy
protestant
to
be
.
He
also
yielded
to
none
in
his
admiration
of
Rossini
’
s
Stabat
Mater
,
a
work
simply
abounding
in
immortal
numbers
,
in
which
his
wife
,
Madam
Marion
Tweedy
,
made
a
hit
,
a
veritable
sensation
,
he
might
safely
say
,
greatly
adding
to
her
other
laurels
and
putting
the
others
totally
in
the
shade
,
in
the
jesuit
fathers
’
church
in
upper
Gardiner
street
,
the
sacred
edifice
being
thronged
to
the
doors
to
hear
her
with
virtuosos
,
or
virtuosi
rather
.
There
was
the
unanimous
opinion
that
there
was
none
to
come
up
to
her
and
suffice
it
to
say
in
a
place
of
worship
for
music
of
a
sacred
character
there
was
a
generally
voiced
desire
for
an
encore
.
On
the
whole
though
favouring
preferably
light
opera
of
the
Don
Giovanni
description
and
Martha
,
a
gem
in
its
line
,
he
had
a
penchant
,
though
with
only
a
surface
knowledge
,
for
the
severe
classical
school
such
as
Mendelssohn
.
And
talking
of
that
,
taking
it
for
granted
he
knew
all
about
the
old
favourites
,
he
mentioned
par
excellence
Lionel
’
s
air
in
Martha
,
M
’
appari
,
which
,
curiously
enough
,
he
had
heard
or
overheard
,
to
be
more
accurate
,
on
yesterday
,
a
privilege
he
keenly
appreciated
,
from
the
lips
of
Stephen
’
s
respected
father
,
sung
to
perfection
,
a
study
of
the
number
,
in
fact
,
which
made
all
the
others
take
a
back
seat
.
Stephen
,
in
reply
to
a
politely
put
query
,
said
he
didn
’
t
sing
it
but
launched
out
into
praises
of
Shakespeare
’
s
songs
,
at
least
of
in
or
about
that
period
,
the
lutenist
Dowland
who
lived
in
Fetter
lane
near
Gerard
the
herbalist
,
who
anno
ludendo
hausi
,
Doulandus
,
an
instrument
he
was
contemplating
purchasing
from
Mr
Arnold
Dolmetsch
,
whom
B
.
did
not
quite
recall
though
the
name
certainly
sounded
familiar
,
for
sixtyfive
guineas
and
Farnaby
and
son
with
their
dux
and
comes
conceits
and
Byrd
(
William
)
who
played
the
virginals
,
he
said
,
in
the
Queen
’
s
chapel
or
anywhere
else
he
found
them
and
one
Tomkins
who
made
toys
or
airs
and
John
Bull
.
On
the
roadway
which
they
were
approaching
whilst
still
speaking
beyond
the
swingchains
a
horse
,
dragging
a
sweeper
,
paced
on
the
paven
ground
,
brushing
a
long
swathe
of
mire
up
so
that
with
the
noise
Bloom
was
not
perfectly
certain
whether
he
had
caught
aright
the
allusion
to
sixtyfive
guineas
and
John
Bull
.
He
inquired
if
it
was
John
Bull
the
political
celebrity
of
that
ilk
,
as
it
struck
him
,
the
two
identical
names
,
as
a
striking
coincidence
.
By
the
chains
the
horse
slowly
swerved
to
turn
,
which
perceiving
,
Bloom
,
who
was
keeping
a
sharp
lookout
as
usual
,
plucked
the
other
’
s
sleeve
gently
,
jocosely
remarking
:
—
Our
lives
are
in
peril
tonight
.
Beware
of
the
steamroller
.
They
thereupon
stopped
.
Bloom
looked
at
the
head
of
a
horse
not
worth
anything
like
sixtyfive
guineas
,
suddenly
in
evidence
in
the
dark
quite
near
so
that
it
seemed
new
,
a
different
grouping
of
bones
and
even
flesh
because
palpably
it
was
a
fourwalker
,
a
hipshaker
,
a
blackbuttocker
,
a
taildangler
,
a
headhanger
putting
his
hind
foot
foremost
the
while
the
lord
of
his
creation
sat
on
the
perch
,
busy
with
his
thoughts
.
But
such
a
good
poor
brute
he
was
sorry
he
hadn
’
t
a
lump
of
sugar
but
,
as
he
wisely
reflected
,
you
could
scarcely
be
prepared
for
every
emergency
that
might
crop
up
.
He
was
just
a
big
nervous
foolish
noodly
kind
of
a
horse
,
without
a
second
care
in
the
world
.
But
even
a
dog
,
he
reflected
,
take
that
mongrel
in
Barney
Kiernan
’
s
,
of
the
same
size
,
would
be
a
holy
horror
to
face
.
But
it
was
no
animal
’
s
fault
in
particular
if
he
was
built
that
way
like
the
camel
,
ship
of
the
desert
,
distilling
grapes
into
potheen
in
his
hump
.
Nine
tenths
of
them
all
could
be
caged
or
trained
,
nothing
beyond
the
art
of
man
barring
the
bees
.
Whale
with
a
harpoon
hairpin
,
alligator
tickle
the
small
of
his
back
and
he
sees
the
joke
,
chalk
a
circle
for
a
rooster
,
tiger
my
eagle
eye
.
These
timely
reflections
anent
the
brutes
of
the
field
occupied
his
mind
somewhat
distracted
from
Stephen
’
s
words
while
the
ship
of
the
street
was
manœuvring
and
Stephen
went
on
about
the
highly
interesting
old
.
—
What
’
s
this
I
was
saying
?
Ah
,
yes
!
My
wife
,
he
intimated
,
plunging
in
medias
res
,
would
have
the
greatest
of
pleasure
in
making
your
acquaintance
as
she
is
passionately
attached
to
music
of
any
kind
.
He
looked
sideways
in
a
friendly
fashion
at
the
sideface
of
Stephen
,
image
of
his
mother
,
which
was
not
quite
the
same
as
the
usual
handsome
blackguard
type
they
unquestionably
had
an
insatiable
hankering
after
as
he
was
perhaps
not
that
way
built
.
Still
,
supposing
he
had
his
father
’
s
gift
as
he
more
than
suspected
,
it
opened
up
new
vistas
in
his
mind
such
as
Lady
Fingall
’
s
Irish
industries
,
concert
on
the
preceding
Monday
,
and
aristocracy
in
general
.
