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           WhatwashedoinginIrishtown?

           —Well,MrBloomsaid,hiseyesreturning,ifIcangetthedesignIsupposeit’sworthashortpar.He’dgivethead,Ithink.I’lltellhim...

           K.M.R.I.A.

           —HecankissmyroyalIrisharse,MylesCrawfordcriedloudlyoverhisshoulder.Anytimehelikes,tellhim.

           WhileMrBloomstoodweighingthepointandabouttosmilehestrodeonjerkily.

           RAISINGTHEWIND

           —Nullabona,Jack,hesaid,raisinghishandtohischin.I’muptohere.I’vebeenthroughthehoopmyself.Iwaslookingforafellowtobackabillformenolaterthanlastweek.Sorry,Jack.Youmusttakethewillforthedeed.WithaheartandahalfifIcouldraisethewindanyhow.

           J.J.O’Molloypulledalongfaceandwalkedonsilently.Theycaughtupontheothersandwalkedabreast.

           —Whentheyhaveeatenthebrawnandthebreadandwipedtheirtwentyfingersinthepaperthebreadwaswrappedintheygonearertotherailings.

           —Somethingforyou,theprofessorexplainedtoMylesCrawford.TwooldDublinwomenonthetopofNelson’spillar.

           SOMECOLUMN!—THAT’SWHATWADDLERONESAID

           —That’snew,MylesCrawfordsaid.That’scopy.Outforthewaxies’Dargle.Twooldtrickies,what?

           —Buttheyareafraidthepillarwillfall,Stephenwenton.Theyseetheroofsandargueaboutwherethedifferentchurchesare:Rathmines’bluedome,AdamandEve’s,saintLaurenceO’Toole’s.Butitmakesthemgiddytolooksotheypulluptheirskirts...

           THOSESLIGHTLYRAMBUNCTIOUSFEMALES

           —Easyall,MylesCrawfordsaid.Nopoeticlicence.We’reinthearchdiocesehere.