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Chapter 3
—Parnellwillnevercomeagain,hesaid.He’sthere,allthatwasmortalofhim.Peacetohisashes.
MrBloomwalkedunheededalonghisgrovebysaddenedangels,crosses,brokenpillars,familyvaults,stonehopesprayingwithupcasteyes,oldIreland’sheartsandhands.Moresensibletospendthemoneyonsomecharityfortheliving.Prayforthereposeofthesoulof.Doesanybodyreally?Planthimandhavedonewithhim.Likedownacoalshoot.Thenlumpthemtogethertosavetime.Allsouls’day.TwentyseventhI’llbeathisgrave.Tenshillingsforthegardener.Hekeepsitfreeofweeds.Oldmanhimself.Bentdowndoublewithhisshearsclipping.Neardeath’sdoor.Whopassedaway.Whodepartedthislife.Asiftheydiditoftheirownaccord.Gottheshove,allofthem.Whokickedthebucket.Moreinterestingiftheytoldyouwhattheywere.SoandSo,wheelwright.Itravelledforcorklino.Ipaidfiveshillingsinthepound.Orawoman’swithhersaucepan.IcookedgoodIrishstew.EulogyinacountrychurchyarditoughttobethatpoemofwhoseisitWordsworthorThomasCampbell.Enteredintoresttheprotestantsputit.OldDrMurren’s.Thegreatphysiciancalledhimhome.Wellit’sGod’sacreforthem.Nicecountryresidence.Newlyplasteredandpainted.IdealspottohaveaquietsmokeandreadtheChurchTimes.Marriageadstheynevertrytobeautify.Rustywreathshungonknobs,garlandsofbronzefoil.Bettervaluethatforthemoney.Still,theflowersaremorepoetical.Theothergetsrathertiresome,neverwithering.Expressesnothing.Immortelles.