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Chapter 9
EdwardGuelph-Wettin!
—Andwhatdoyouthink,saysJoe,oftheholyboys,thepriestsandbishopsofIrelanddoinguphisroominMaynoothinHisSatanicMajesty’sracingcoloursandstickinguppicturesofallthehorseshisjockeysrode.TheearlofDublin,noless.
—Theyoughttohavestuckupallthewomenherodehimself,sayslittleAlf.
AndsaysJ.J.:
—Considerationsofspaceinfluencedtheirlordships’decision.
—Willyoutryanother,citizen?saysJoe.
—Yes,sir,sayshe.Iwill.
—You?saysJoe.
—Beholdentoyou,Joe,saysI.Mayyourshadownevergrowless.
—Repeatthatdose,saysJoe.
BloomwastalkingandtalkingwithJohnWyseandhequiteexcitedwithhisdunducketymudcolouredmugonhimandhisoldplumeyesrollingabout.
—Persecution,sayshe,allthehistoryoftheworldisfullofit.Perpetuatingnationalhatredamongnations.
—Butdoyouknowwhatanationmeans?saysJohnWyse.
—Yes,saysBloom.
—Whatisit?saysJohnWyse.
—Anation?saysBloom.Anationisthesamepeoplelivinginthesameplace.
—ByGod,then,saysNed,laughing,ifthat’ssoI’manationforI’mlivinginthesameplaceforthepastfiveyears.
SoofcourseeveryonehadthelaughatBloomandsayshe,tryingtomuckoutofit:
—Oralsolivingindifferentplaces.
—Thatcoversmycase,saysJoe.
—WhatisyournationifImayask?saysthecitizen.
—Ireland,saysBloom.Iwasbornhere.Ireland.
Thecitizensaidnothingonlyclearedthespitoutofhisgulletand,gob,hespataRedbankoysteroutofhimrightinthecorner.