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Chapter 3
Thatkeepshimalive.Theysometimesfeelwhatapersonis.Instinct.Butatypelikethat.Mynails.Iamjustlookingatthem:wellpared.Andafter:thinkingalone.Bodygettingabitsofty.Iwouldnoticethat:fromremembering.Whatcausesthat?Isupposetheskincan’tcontractquicklyenoughwhenthefleshfallsoff.Buttheshapeisthere.Theshapeistherestill.Shoulders.Hips.Plump.Nightofthedancedressing.Shiftstuckbetweenthecheeksbehind.
Heclaspedhishandsbetweenhiskneesand,satisfied,senthisvacantglanceovertheirfaces.
MrPowerasked:
—Howistheconcerttourgettingon,Bloom?
—O,verywell,MrBloomsaid.Iheargreataccountsofit.It’sagoodidea,yousee...
—Areyougoingyourself?
—Wellno,MrBloomsaid.InpointoffactIhavetogodowntothecountyClareonsomeprivatebusiness.Youseetheideaistotourthechieftowns.Whatyouloseononeyoucanmakeupontheother.
—Quiteso,MartinCunninghamsaid.MaryAndersonisuptherenow.
Haveyougoodartists?
—LouisWerneristouringher,MrBloomsaid.Oyes,we’llhavealltopnobbers.J.C.DoyleandJohnMacCormackIhopeand.Thebest,infact.
—AndMadame,MrPowersaidsmiling.Lastbutnotleast.
MrBloomunclaspedhishandsinagestureofsoftpolitenessandclaspedthem.SmithO’Brien.Someonehaslaidabunchofflowersthere.Woman.Mustbehisdeathday.Formanyhappyreturns.ThecarriagewheelingbyFarrell’sstatueunitednoiselesslytheirunresistingknees.
Oot:adullgarbedoldmanfromthecurbstonetenderedhiswares,hismouthopening:oot.
—Fourbootlacesforapenny.
