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Chapter 5
Lookingdownhesawflappingstrongly,wheelingbetweenthegauntquaywalls,gulls.Roughweatheroutside.IfIthrewmyselfdown?ReubenJ’ssonmusthaveswallowedagoodbellyfulofthatsewage.Oneandeightpencetoomuch.Hhhhm.It’sthedrollwayhecomesoutwiththethings.Knowshowtotellastorytoo.
Theywheeledlower.Lookingforgrub.Wait.
Hethrewdownamongthemacrumpledpaperball.Elijahthirtytwofeetperseciscom.Notabit.Theballbobbedunheededonthewakeofswells,floatedunderbythebridgepiers.Notsuchdamnfools.AlsothedayIthrewthatstalecakeoutoftheErin’sKingpickeditupinthewakefiftyyardsastern.Livebytheirwits.Theywheeled,flapping.
Thehungryfamishedgull
Flapso’erthewatersdull.
Thatishowpoetswrite,thesimilarsounds.ButthenShakespearehasnorhymes:blankverse.Theflowofthelanguageitis.Thethoughts.Solemn.
Hamlet,Iamthyfather’sspirit
Doomedforacertaintimetowalktheearth.
—Twoapplesapenny!Twoforapenny!
Hisgazepassedovertheglazedapplesserriedonherstand.Australianstheymustbethistimeofyear.Shinypeels:polishesthemupwitharagorahandkerchief.
Wait.Thosepoorbirds.
HehaltedagainandboughtfromtheoldapplewomantwoBanburycakesforapennyandbrokethebrittlepasteandthrewitsfragmentsdownintotheLiffey.Seethat?Thegullsswoopedsilently,two,thenallfromtheirheights,pouncingonprey.Gone.Everymorsel.
Awareoftheirgreedandcunningheshookthepowderycrumbfromhishands.Theyneverexpectedthat.Manna.
