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Chapter 9
—Andthedirtyscrawlofthewretch,saysJoe.Here,sayshe,takethemtohelloutofmysight,Alf.Hello,Bloom,sayshe,whatwillyouhave?
Sotheystartedarguingaboutthepoint,Bloomsayinghewouldn’tandhecouldn’tandexcusehimnooffenceandalltothatandthenhesaidwellhe’djusttakeacigar.Gob,he’saprudentmemberandnomistake.
—Giveusoneofyourprimestinkers,Terry,saysJoe.
AndAlfwastellingustherewasonechapsentinamourningcardwithablackborderroundit.
—They’reallbarbers,sayshe,fromtheblackcountrythatwouldhangtheirownfathersforfivequiddownandtravellingexpenses.
Andhewastellingusthere’stwofellowswaitingbelowtopullhisheelsdownwhenhegetsthedropandchokehimproperlyandthentheychopuptheropeafterandsellthebitsforafewbobaskull.
Inthedarklandtheybide,thevengefulknightsoftherazor.Theirdeadlycoiltheygrasp:yea,andthereintheyleadtoErebuswhatsoeverwighthathdoneadeedofbloodforIwillonnowisesufferitevensosaiththeLord.
SotheystartedtalkingaboutcapitalpunishmentandofcourseBloomcomesoutwiththewhyandthewhereforeandallthecodologyofthebusinessandtheolddogsmellinghimallthetimeI’mtoldthosejewiesdoeshaveasortofaqueerodourcomingoffthemfordogsaboutIdon’tknowwhatalldeterrenteffectandsoforthandsoon.
—There’sonethingithasn’tadeterrenteffecton,saysAlf.
—What’sthat?saysJoe.
—Thepoorbugger’stoolthat’sbeinghanged,saysAlf.
—Thatso?saysJoe.
—God’struth,saysAlf.