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           —Andthedirtyscrawlofthewretch,saysJoe.Here,sayshe,takethemtohelloutofmysight,Alf.Hello,Bloom,sayshe,whatwillyouhave?

           Sotheystartedarguingaboutthepoint,Bloomsayinghewouldn’tandhecouldn’tandexcusehimnooffenceandalltothatandthenhesaidwellhe’djusttakeacigar.Gob,he’saprudentmemberandnomistake.

           —Giveusoneofyourprimestinkers,Terry,saysJoe.

           AndAlfwastellingustherewasonechapsentinamourningcardwithablackborderroundit.

           —They’reallbarbers,sayshe,fromtheblackcountrythatwouldhangtheirownfathersforfivequiddownandtravellingexpenses.

           Andhewastellingusthere’stwofellowswaitingbelowtopullhisheelsdownwhenhegetsthedropandchokehimproperlyandthentheychopuptheropeafterandsellthebitsforafewbobaskull.

           Inthedarklandtheybide,thevengefulknightsoftherazor.Theirdeadlycoiltheygrasp:yea,andthereintheyleadtoErebuswhatsoeverwighthathdoneadeedofbloodforIwillonnowisesufferitevensosaiththeLord.

           SotheystartedtalkingaboutcapitalpunishmentandofcourseBloomcomesoutwiththewhyandthewhereforeandallthecodologyofthebusinessandtheolddogsmellinghimallthetimeI’mtoldthosejewiesdoeshaveasortofaqueerodourcomingoffthemfordogsaboutIdon’tknowwhatalldeterrenteffectandsoforthandsoon.

           —There’sonethingithasn’tadeterrenteffecton,saysAlf.

           —What’sthat?saysJoe.

           —Thepoorbugger’stoolthat’sbeinghanged,saysAlf.

           —Thatso?saysJoe.

           —God’struth,saysAlf.