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Chapter 1
Bythechainsthehorseslowlyswervedtoturn,whichperceiving,Bloom,whowaskeepingasharplookoutasusual,pluckedtheother’ssleevegently,jocoselyremarking:
—Ourlivesareinperiltonight.Bewareofthesteamroller.
Theythereuponstopped.Bloomlookedattheheadofahorsenotworthanythinglikesixtyfiveguineas,suddenlyinevidenceinthedarkquitenearsothatitseemednew,adifferentgroupingofbonesandevenfleshbecausepalpablyitwasafourwalker,ahipshaker,ablackbuttocker,ataildangler,aheadhangerputtinghishindfootforemostthewhilethelordofhiscreationsatontheperch,busywithhisthoughts.Butsuchagoodpoorbrutehewassorryhehadn’talumpofsugarbut,ashewiselyreflected,youcouldscarcelybepreparedforeveryemergencythatmightcropup.Hewasjustabignervousfoolishnoodlykindofahorse,withoutasecondcareintheworld.Butevenadog,hereflected,takethatmongrelinBarneyKiernan’s,ofthesamesize,wouldbeaholyhorrortoface.Butitwasnoanimal’sfaultinparticularifhewasbuiltthatwaylikethecamel,shipofthedesert,distillinggrapesintopotheeninhishump.Ninetenthsofthemallcouldbecagedortrained,nothingbeyondtheartofmanbarringthebees.Whalewithaharpoonhairpin,alligatorticklethesmallofhisbackandheseesthejoke,chalkacircleforarooster,tigermyeagleeye.ThesetimelyreflectionsanentthebrutesofthefieldoccupiedhismindsomewhatdistractedfromStephen’swordswhiletheshipofthestreetwasmanœuvringandStephenwentonaboutthehighlyinterestingold.
