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Chapter 9
SoofcoursethecitizenwasonlywaitingforthewinkofthewordandhestartsgassingoutofhimabouttheinvinciblesandtheoldguardandthemenofsixtysevenandwhofearstospeakofninetyeightandJoewithhimaboutallthefellowsthatwerehanged,drawnandtransportedforthecausebydrumheadcourtmartialandanewIrelandandnewthis,thatandtheother.TalkingaboutnewIrelandheoughttogoandgetanewdogsoheought.Mangyravenousbrutesniffingandsneezingallroundtheplaceandscratchinghisscabs.AndroundhegoestoBobDoranthatwasstandingAlfahalfonesuckingupforwhathecouldget.SoofcourseBobDoranstartsdoingthebloodyfoolwithhim:
—Giveusthepaw!Givethepaw,doggy!Goodolddoggy!Givethepawhere!Giveusthepaw!
Arrah,bloodyendtothepawhe’dpawandAlftryingtokeephimfromtumblingoffthebloodystoolatopofthebloodyolddogandhetalkingallkindsofdrivelabouttrainingbykindnessandthoroughbreddogandintelligentdog:giveyouthebloodypip.ThenhestartsscrapingafewbitsofoldbiscuitoutofthebottomofaJacobs’tinhetoldTerrytobring.Gob,hegollopeditdownlikeoldbootsandhistonguehangingoutofhimayardlongformore.Nearatethetinandall,hungrybloodymongrel.
AndthecitizenandBloomhavinganargumentaboutthepoint,thebrothersShearesandWolfeTonebeyondonArbourHillandRobertEmmetanddieforyourcountry,theTommyMooretouchaboutSaraCurranandshe’sfarfromtheland.AndBloom,ofcourse,withhisknockmedowncigarputtingonswankwithhislardyface.
