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           AnacclimatisedBritisher,hehadseenthatsummerevefromthefootplateofanenginecaboftheLooplinerailwaycompanywhiletherainrefrainedfromfallingglimpses,asitwere,throughthewindowsoflovefulhouseholdsinDublincityandurbandistrictofscenestrulyruralofhappinessofthebetterlandwithDockrell’swallpaperatoneandninepenceadozen,innocentBritishbornbairnslispingprayerstotheSacredInfant,youthfulscholarsgrapplingwiththeirpensumsormodelyoungladiesplayingonthepianoforteoranonallwithfervourrecitingthefamilyrosaryroundthecracklingYulelogwhileintheboreensandgreenlanesthecolleenswiththeirswainsstrolledwhattimesthestrainsoftheorgantonedmelodeonBritanniametalboundwithfouractingstopsandtwelvefoldbellows,asacrifice,greatestbargainever....

           (Renewedlaughter.Hemumblesincoherently.Reporterscomplainthattheycannothear.)

           LONGHANDANDSHORTHAND:(Withoutlookingupfromtheirnotebooks.)Loosenhisboots.

           PROFESSORMACHUGH:(Fromthepresstable,coughsandcalls.)Coughitup,man.Getitoutinbits.

           (ThecrossexaminationproceedsreBloomandthebucket.Alargebucket.Bloomhimself.Boweltrouble.InBeaverstreet.Gripe,yes.Quitebad.Aplasterer’sbucket.Bywalkingstifflegged.Suffereduntoldmisery.Deadlyagony.Aboutnoon.Loveorburgundy.Yes,somespinach.Crucialmoment.Hedidnotlookinthebucket.Nobody.Ratheramess.Notcompletely.ATitbitsbacknumber.)

           (Uproarandcatcalls.