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Chapter 4
WhatwashedoinginIrishtown?
—Well,MrBloomsaid,hiseyesreturning,ifIcangetthedesignIsupposeit’sworthashortpar.He’dgivethead,Ithink.I’lltellhim...
K.M.R.I.A.
—HecankissmyroyalIrisharse,MylesCrawfordcriedloudlyoverhisshoulder.Anytimehelikes,tellhim.
WhileMrBloomstoodweighingthepointandabouttosmilehestrodeonjerkily.
RAISINGTHEWIND
—Nullabona,Jack,hesaid,raisinghishandtohischin.I’muptohere.I’vebeenthroughthehoopmyself.Iwaslookingforafellowtobackabillformenolaterthanlastweek.Sorry,Jack.Youmusttakethewillforthedeed.WithaheartandahalfifIcouldraisethewindanyhow.
J.J.O’Molloypulledalongfaceandwalkedonsilently.Theycaughtupontheothersandwalkedabreast.
—Whentheyhaveeatenthebrawnandthebreadandwipedtheirtwentyfingersinthepaperthebreadwaswrappedintheygonearertotherailings.
—Somethingforyou,theprofessorexplainedtoMylesCrawford.TwooldDublinwomenonthetopofNelson’spillar.
SOMECOLUMN!—THAT’SWHATWADDLERONESAID
—That’snew,MylesCrawfordsaid.That’scopy.Outforthewaxies’Dargle.Twooldtrickies,what?
—Buttheyareafraidthepillarwillfall,Stephenwenton.Theyseetheroofsandargueaboutwherethedifferentchurchesare:Rathmines’bluedome,AdamandEve’s,saintLaurenceO’Toole’s.Butitmakesthemgiddytolooksotheypulluptheirskirts...
THOSESLIGHTLYRAMBUNCTIOUSFEMALES
—Easyall,MylesCrawfordsaid.Nopoeticlicence.We’reinthearchdiocesehere.