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Chapter 3
Whereisthatchild’sfuneraldisappearedto?
AteamofhorsespassedfromFinglaswithtoilingploddingtread,draggingthroughthefunerealsilenceacreakingwaggononwhichlayagraniteblock.Thewaggonermarchingattheirheadsaluted.
Coffinnow.Gotherebeforeus,deadasheis.Horselookingroundatitwithhisplumeskeowways.Dulleye:collartightonhisneck,pressingonabloodvesselorsomething.Dotheyknowwhattheycartouthereeveryday?Mustbetwentyorthirtyfuneralseveryday.ThenMountJeromefortheprotestants.Funeralsallovertheworldeverywhereeveryminute.Shovellingthemunderbythecartloaddoublequick.Thousandseveryhour.Toomanyintheworld.
Mournerscameoutthroughthegates:womanandagirl.Leanjawedharpy,hardwomanatabargain,herbonnetawry.Girl’sfacestainedwithdirtandtears,holdingthewoman’sarm,lookingupatherforasigntocry.Fish’sface,bloodlessandlivid.
Themutesshoulderedthecoffinandboreitinthroughthegates.Somuchdeadweight.Feltheaviermyselfsteppingoutofthatbath.Firstthestiff:thenthefriendsofthestiff.CornyKelleherandtheboyfollowedwiththeirwreaths.Whoisthatbesidethem?Ah,thebrother-in-law.
Allwalkedafter.
MartinCunninghamwhispered:
—IwasinmortalagonywithyoutalkingofsuicidebeforeBloom.
—What?MrPowerwhispered.Howso?
—Hisfatherpoisonedhimself,MartinCunninghamwhispered.HadtheQueen’shotelinEnnis.YouheardhimsayhewasgoingtoClare.Anniversary.
—OGod!MrPowerwhispered.FirstIheardofit.
