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           Daresayhewriteshimanoddshakychequeortwoongaledays.Windfallwhenhekicksout.Alleluia.

           —Justanotherspasm,NedLambertsaid.

           —Whatisit?MrBloomasked.

           —ArecentlydiscoveredfragmentofCicero,professorMacHughansweredwithpompoftone.Ourlovelyland.

           SHORTBUTTOTHEPOINT

           —Whoseland?MrBloomsaidsimply.

           —Mostpertinentquestion,theprofessorsaidbetweenhischews.Withanaccentonthewhose.

           —DanDawson’slandMrDedalussaid.

           —Isithisspeechlastnight?MrBloomasked.

           NedLambertnodded.

           —Butlistentothis,hesaid.

           ThedoorknobhitMrBloominthesmallofthebackasthedoorwaspushedin.

           —Excuseme,J.J.O’Molloysaid,entering.

           MrBloommovednimblyaside.

           —Ibegyours,hesaid.

           —Goodday,Jack.

           —Comein.Comein.

           —Goodday.

           —Howareyou,Dedalus?

           —Well.Andyourself?

           J.J.O’Molloyshookhishead.

           SAD

           Cleverestfellowatthejuniorbarheusedtobe.Decline,poorchap.Thathecticflushspellsfinisforaman.Touchandgowithhim.What’sinthewind,Iwonder.Moneyworry.

           —Oragainifwebutclimbtheserriedmountainpeaks.

           —You’relookingextra.

           —Istheeditortobeseen?J.J.O’Molloyasked,lookingtowardstheinnerdoor.

           —Verymuchso,professorMacHughsaid.Tobeseenandheard.He’sinhissanctumwithLenehan.

           J.J.O’Molloystrolledtotheslopingdeskandbegantoturnbackthepinkpagesofthefile.

           Practicedwindling.Amighthavebeen.Losingheart.Gambling.Debtsofhonour.Reapingthewhirlwind.UsedtogetgoodretainersfromD.andT.Fitzgerald.Theirwigstoshowthegreymatter.