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           AstoopedbeardedfigureappearsgarbedinthelongcaftanofanelderinZionandasmokingcapwithmagentatassels.Hornedspectacleshangdownatthewingsofthenose.Yellowpoisonstreaksareonthedrawnface.)

           RUDOLPH:Secondhalfcrownwastemoneytoday.Itoldyounotgowithdrunkengoyever.Soyoucatchnomoney.

           BLOOM:(Hidesthecrubeenandtrotterbehindhisbackand,crestfallen,feelswarmandcoldfeetmeat.)Ja,ichweiss,papachi.

           RUDOLPH:Whatyoumakingdownthisplace?Haveyounosoul?(WithfeeblevulturetalonshefeelsthesilentfaceofBloom.)AreyounotmysonLeopold,thegrandsonofLeopold?AreyounotmydearsonLeopoldwholeftthehouseofhisfatherandleftthegodofhisfathersAbrahamandJacob?

           BLOOM:(Withprecaution.)Isupposeso,father.Mosenthal.Allthat’sleftofhim.

           RUDOLPH:(Severely.)Onenighttheybringyouhomedrunkasdogafterspendyourgoodmoney.Whatyoucallthemrunningchaps?

           BLOOM:(Inyouth’ssmartblueOxfordsuitwithwhitevestslips,narrowshouldered,inbrownAlpinehat,wearinggent’ssterlingsilverwaterburykeylesswatchanddoublecurbAlbertwithsealattached,onesideofhimcoatedwithstiffeningmud.)Harriers,father.Onlythatonce.

           RUDOLPH:Once!Mudheadtofoot.Cutyourhandopen.Lockjaw.Theymakeyoukaputt,Leopoldleben.Youwatchthemchaps.

           BLOOM:(Weakly.)Theychallengedmetoasprint.Itwasmuddy.Islipped.

           RUDOLPH:(Withcontempt.