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           FromGillen’shairdresser’swindowacompositeportraitshowshimgallantNelson’simage.AconcavemirroratthesidepresentstohimlovelornlonglostlugubruBooloohoom.GraveGladstoneseeshimlevel,BloomforBloom.Hepasses,struckbythestareoftruculentWellington,butintheconvexmirrorgrinunstruckthebonhameyesandfatchuckcheekchopsofJollypoldytherixdixdoldy.

           AtAntonioRabaiotti’sdoorBloomhalts,sweatedunderthebrightarclamp.Hedisappears.Inamomenthereappearsandhurrieson.)

           BLOOM:Fishandtaters.N.g.Ah!

           (HedisappearsintoOlhausen’s,theporkbutcher’s,underthedowncomingrollshutter.Afewmomentslaterheemergesfromundertheshutter,puffingPoldy,blowingBloohoom.Ineachhandheholdsaparcel,onecontainingalukewarmpig’scrubeen,theotheracoldsheep’strotter,sprinkledwithwholepepper.Hegasps,standingupright.Thenbendingtoonesidehepressesaparcelagainsthisribsandgroans.)

           BLOOM:Stitchinmyside.WhydidIrun?

           (Hetakesbreathwithcareandgoesforwardslowlytowardsthelampsetsiding.Theglowleapsagain.)

           BLOOM:Whatisthat?Aflasher?Searchlight.

           (HestandsatCormack’scorner,watching.)

           BLOOM:Auroraborealisorasteelfoundry?Ah,thebrigade,ofcourse.Southsideanyhow.Bigblaze.Mightbehishouse.Beggar’sbush.We’resafe.(Hehumscheerfully.)London’sburning,London’sburning!Onfire,onfire!(HecatchessightofthenavvylurchingthroughthecrowdatthefarthersideofTalbotstreet.)I’llmisshim.Run.Quick.Bettercrosshere.

           (Hedartstocrosstheroad.Urchinsshout.