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Exquisite
variations
he
was
now
describing
on
an
air
Youth
here
has
End
by
Jans
Pieter
Sweelinck
,
a
Dutchman
of
Amsterdam
where
the
frows
come
from
.
Even
more
he
liked
an
old
German
song
of
Johannes
Jeep
about
the
clear
sea
and
the
voices
of
sirens
,
sweet
murderers
of
men
,
which
boggled
Bloom
a
bit
:
Von
der
Sirenen
Listigkeit
Tun
die
Poeten
dichten
.
These
opening
bars
he
sang
and
translated
extempore
.
Bloom
,
nodding
,
said
he
perfectly
understood
and
begged
him
to
go
on
by
all
means
which
he
did
.
A
phenomenally
beautiful
tenor
voice
like
that
,
the
rarest
of
boons
,
which
Bloom
appreciated
at
the
very
first
note
he
got
out
,
could
easily
,
if
properly
handled
by
some
recognised
authority
on
voice
production
such
as
Barraclough
and
being
able
to
read
music
into
the
bargain
,
command
its
own
price
where
baritones
were
ten
a
penny
and
procure
for
its
fortunate
possessor
in
the
near
future
an
entrée
into
fashionable
houses
in
the
best
residential
quarters
of
financial
magnates
in
a
large
way
of
business
and
titled
people
where
with
his
university
degree
of
B
.
A
.
(
a
huge
ad
in
its
way
)
and
gentlemanly
bearing
to
all
the
more
influence
the
good
impression
he
would
infallibly
score
a
distinct
success
,
being
blessed
with
brains
which
also
could
be
utilised
for
the
purpose
and
other
requisites
,
if
his
clothes
were
properly
attended
to
so
as
to
the
better
worm
his
way
into
their
good
graces
as
he
,
a
youthful
tyro
in
society
’
s
sartorial
niceties
,
hardly
understood
how
a
little
thing
like
that
could
militate
against
you
.
It
was
in
fact
only
a
matter
of
months
and
he
could
easily
foresee
him
participating
in
their
musical
and
artistic
conversaziones
during
the
festivities
of
the
Christmas
season
,
for
choice
,
causing
a
slight
flutter
in
the
dovecotes
of
the
fair
sex
and
being
made
a
lot
of
by
ladies
out
for
sensation
,
cases
of
which
,
as
he
happened
to
know
,
were
on
record
—
in
fact
,
without
giving
the
show
away
,
he
himself
once
upon
a
time
,
if
he
cared
to
,
could
easily
have
.
Added
to
which
of
course
would
be
the
pecuniary
emolument
by
no
means
to
be
sneezed
at
,
going
hand
in
hand
with
his
tuition
fees
.
Not
,
he
parenthesised
,
that
for
the
sake
of
filthy
lucre
he
need
necessarily
embrace
the
lyric
platform
as
a
walk
in
life
for
any
lengthy
space
of
time
.
But
a
step
in
the
required
direction
it
was
beyond
yea
or
nay
and
both
monetarily
and
mentally
it
contained
no
reflection
on
his
dignity
in
the
smallest
and
it
often
turned
in
uncommonly
handy
to
be
handed
a
cheque
at
a
muchneeded
moment
when
every
little
helped
.
Besides
,
though
taste
latterly
had
deteriorated
to
a
degree
,
original
music
like
that
,
different
from
the
conventional
rut
,
would
rapidly
have
a
great
vogue
as
it
would
be
a
decided
novelty
for
Dublin
’
s
musical
world
after
the
usual
hackneyed
run
of
catchy
tenor
solos
foisted
on
a
confiding
public
by
Ivan
St
Austell
and
Hilton
St
Just
and
their
genus
omne
.
Yes
,
beyond
a
shadow
of
a
doubt
he
could
with
all
the
cards
in
his
hand
and
he
had
a
capital
opening
to
make
a
name
for
himself
and
win
a
high
place
in
the
city
’
s
esteem
where
he
could
command
a
stiff
figure
and
,
booking
ahead
,
give
a
grand
concert
for
the
patrons
of
the
King
street
house
,
given
a
backerup
,
if
one
were
forthcoming
to
kick
him
upstairs
,
so
to
speak
,
a
big
if
,
however
,
with
some
impetus
of
the
goahead
sort
to
obviate
the
inevitable
procrastination
which
often
tripped
up
a
too
much
fêted
prince
of
good
fellows
.
And
it
need
not
detract
from
the
other
by
one
iota
as
,
being
his
own
master
,
he
would
have
heaps
of
time
to
practise
literature
in
his
spare
moments
when
desirous
of
so
doing
without
its
clashing
with
his
vocal
career
or
containing
anything
derogatory
whatsoever
as
it
was
a
matter
for
himself
alone
.
In
fact
,
he
had
the
ball
at
his
feet
and
that
was
the
very
reason
why
the
other
,
possessed
of
a
remarkably
sharp
nose
for
smelling
a
rat
of
any
sort
,
hung
on
to
him
at
all
.
The
horse
was
just
then
.
And
later
on
at
a
propitious
opportunity
he
purposed
(
Bloom
did
)
,
without
anyway
prying
into
his
private
affairs
on
the
fools
step
in
where
angels
principle
,
advising
him
to
sever
his
connection
with
a
certain
budding
practitioner
who
,
he
noticed
,
was
prone
to
disparage
and
even
to
a
slight
extent
with
some
hilarious
pretext
when
not
present
,
deprecate
him
,
or
whatever
you
like
to
call
it
which
in
Bloom
’
s
humble
opinion
threw
a
nasty
sidelight
on
that
side
of
a
person
’
s
character
,
no
pun
intended
.
The
horse
having
reached
the
end
of
his
tether
,
so
to
speak
,
halted
and
,
rearing
high
a
proud
feathering
tail
,
added
his
quota
by
letting
fall
on
the
floor
which
the
brush
would
soon
brush
up
and
polish
,
three
smoking
globes
of
turds
.
Slowly
three
times
,
one
after
another
,
from
a
full
crupper
he
mired
.
And
humanely
his
driver
waited
till
he
(
or
she
)
had
ended
,
patient
in
his
scythed
car
.
Side
by
side
Bloom
,
profiting
by
the
contretemps
,
with
Stephen
passed
through
the
gap
of
the
chains
,
divided
by
the
upright
,
and
,
stepping
over
a
strand
of
mire
,
went
across
towards
Gardiner
street
lower
,
Stephen
singing
more
boldly
,
but
not
loudly
,
the
end
of
the
ballad
.
