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           Thejarviesraisedtheirhats.

           Apointsman’sbackstraighteneditselfuprightsuddenlyagainstatramwaystandardbyMrBloom’swindow.Couldn’ttheyinventsomethingautomaticsothatthewheelitselfmuchhandier?Wellbutthatfellowwouldlosehisjobthen?Wellbutthenanotherfellowwouldgetajobmakingthenewinvention?

           Antientconcertrooms.Nothingonthere.Amaninabuffsuitwithacrapearmlet.Notmuchgriefthere.Quartermourning.Peopleinlawperhaps.

           TheywentpastthebleakpulpitofsaintMark’s,undertherailwaybridge,pasttheQueen’stheatre:insilence.Hoardings:EugeneStratton,MrsBandmannPalmer.CouldIgotoseeLeahtonight,Iwonder.IsaidI.OrtheLilyofKillarney?ElsterGrimesOperaCompany.Bigpowerfulchange.Wetbrightbillsfornextweek.FunontheBristol.MartinCunninghamcouldworkapassfortheGaiety.Havetostandadrinkortwo.Asbroadasit’slong.

           He’scomingintheafternoon.Hersongs.

           Plasto’s.SirPhilipCrampton’smemorialfountainbust.Whowashe?

           —Howdoyoudo?MartinCunninghamsaid,raisinghispalmtohisbrowinsalute.

           —Hedoesn’tseeus,MrPowersaid.Yes,hedoes.Howdoyoudo?

           —Who?MrDedalusasked.

           —BlazesBoylan,MrPowersaid.Thereheisairinghisquiff.

           JustthatmomentIwasthinking.

           MrDedalusbentacrosstosalute.FromthedooroftheRedBankthewhitediscofastrawhatflashedreply:sprucefigure:passed.

           MrBloomreviewedthenailsofhislefthand,thenthoseofhisrighthand.Thenails,yes.Isthereanythingmoreinhimthattheyshesees?Fascination.WorstmaninDublin.