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Chapter 1
HeaskedmetoaskyoutoasksomebodynamedBoylan,abillsticker,togivehimajobasasandwichman.
Atthisintelligence,inwhichheseeminglyevincedlittleinterest,MrBloomgazedabstractedlyforthespaceofahalfasecondorsointhedirectionofabucketdredger,rejoicinginthefarfamednameofEblana,mooredalongsideCustomhousequayandquitepossiblyoutofrepair,whereuponheobservedevasively:
—Everybodygetstheirownrationofluck,theysay.Nowyoumentionithisfacewasfamiliartome.But,leavingthatforthemoment,howmuchdidyoupartwith,hequeried,ifIamnottooinquisitive?
—Halfacrown,Stephenresponded.Idaresayheneedsittosleepsomewhere.
—Needs!MrBloomejaculated,professingnottheleastsurpriseattheintelligence,IcanquitecredittheassertionandIguaranteeheinvariablydoes.Everyoneaccordingtohisneedsoreveryoneaccordingtohisdeeds.But,talkingaboutthingsingeneral,where,addedhewithasmile,willyousleepyourself?WalkingtoSandycoveisoutofthequestion.Andevensupposingyoudidyouwon’tgetinafterwhatoccurredatWestlandRowstation.Simplyfagouttherefornothing.Idon’tmeantopresumetodictatetoyouintheslightestdegreebutwhydidyouleaveyourfather’shouse?
—Toseekmisfortune,wasStephen’sanswer.
—Imetyourrespectedfatheronarecentoccasion,MrBloomdiplomaticallyreturned,todayinfact,ortobestrictlyaccurate,onyesterday.Wheredoesheliveatpresent?Igatheredinthecourseofconversationthathehadmoved.
