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           —Tellusifyou’reworthyoursaltandbedamnedtoyou,PaddyLeonardsaid.Whogaveittoyou?

           MrBloomonhiswayoutraisedthreefingersingreeting.

           —Solong!NoseyFlynnsaid.

           Theothersturned.

           —That’sthemannowthatgaveittome,BantamLyonswhispered.

           —Prrwht!PaddyLeonardsaidwithscorn.MrByrne,sir,we’lltaketwoofyoursmallJamesonsafterthatanda...

           —Stoneginger,DavyByrneaddedcivilly.

           —Ay,PaddyLeonardsaid.Asuckingbottleforthebaby.

           MrBloomwalkedtowardsDawsonstreet,histonguebrushinghisteethsmooth.Somethinggreenitwouldhavetobe:spinach,say.ThenwiththoseRöntgenrayssearchlightyoucould.

           AtDukelanearavenousterrierchokedupasickknucklycudonthecobblestonesandlappeditwithnewzest.Surfeit.Returnedwiththankshavingfullydigestedthecontents.Firstsweetthensavoury.MrBloomcoastedwarily.Ruminants.Hissecondcourse.Theirupperjawtheymove.WonderifTomRochfordwilldoanythingwiththatinventionofhis?WastingtimeexplainingittoFlynn’smouth.Leanpeoplelongmouths.Oughttobeahalloraplacewhereinventorscouldgoinandinventfree.Coursethenyou’dhaveallthecrankspestering.

           Hehummed,prolonginginsolemnechotheclosesofthebars:

           DonGiovanni,acenarteco

           M’invitasti.

           Feelbetter.Burgundy.Goodpickmeup.Whodistilledfirst?Somechapintheblues.Dutchcourage.ThatKilkennyPeopleinthenationallibrarynowImust.

           BarecleanclosestoolswaitinginthewindowofWilliamMiller,plumber,turnedbackhisthoughts.