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           Secreteyes,secretsearching.Mason,Ithink:notsure.Besidehimagain.Wearethelast.Inthesameboat.Hopehe’llsaysomethingelse.

           MrKernanadded:

           —TheserviceoftheIrishchurchusedinMountJeromeissimpler,moreimpressiveImustsay.

           MrBloomgaveprudentassent.Thelanguageofcoursewasanotherthing.

           MrKernansaidwithsolemnity:

           —Iamtheresurrectionandthelife.Thattouchesaman’sinmostheart.

           —Itdoes,MrBloomsaid.

           Yourheartperhapsbutwhatpricethefellowinthesixfeetbytwowithhistoestothedaisies?Notouchingthat.Seatoftheaffections.Brokenheart.Apumpafterall,pumpingthousandsofgallonsofbloodeveryday.Onefinedayitgetsbungedup:andthereyouare.Lotsofthemlyingaroundhere:lungs,hearts,livers.Oldrustypumps:damnthethingelse.Theresurrectionandthelife.Onceyouaredeadyouaredead.Thatlastdayidea.Knockingthemallupoutoftheirgraves.Comeforth,Lazarus!Andhecamefifthandlostthejob.Getup!Lastday!Theneveryfellowmousingaroundforhisliverandhislightsandtherestofhistraps.Finddamnallofhimselfthatmorning.Pennyweightofpowderinaskull.Twelvegrammesonepennyweight.Troymeasure.

           CornyKelleherfellintostepattheirside.

           —EverythingwentoffA1,hesaid.What?

           Helookedonthemfromhisdrawlingeye.Policeman’sshoulders.Withyourtooraloomtooraloom.

           —Asitshouldbe,MrKernansaid.

           —What?Eh?CornyKellehersaid.

           MrKernanassuredhim.

           —WhoisthatchapbehindwithTomKernan?JohnHenryMentonasked.Iknowhisface.

           NedLambertglancedback.