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           That’samatterforeveryman’sopinionand,withoutdragginginthesectariansideofthebusiness,Ibegtodifferwithyouintotothere.Mybeliefis,totellyouthecandidtruth,thatthosebitsweregenuineforgeriesallofthemputinbymonksmostprobablyorit’sthebigquestionofournationalpoetoveragain,whopreciselywrotethemlikeHamletandBacon,as,youwhoknowyourShakespeareinfinitelybetterthanI,ofcourseIneedn’ttellyou.Can’tyoudrinkthatcoffee,bytheway?Letmestirit.Andtakeapieceofthatbun.It’slikeoneofourskipper’sbricksdisguised.Stillno-onecangivewhathehasn’tgot.Tryabit.

           —Couldn’t,Stephencontrivedtogetout,hismentalorgansforthemomentrefusingtodictatefurther.

           FaultfindingbeingaproverbiallybadhatMrBloomthoughtwelltostirortrytotheclottedsugarfromthebottomandreflectedwithsomethingapproachingacrimonyontheCoffeePalaceanditstemperance(andlucrative)work.Tobesureitwasalegitimateobjectandbeyondyeaornaydidaworldofgood,shelterssuchasthepresentonetheywereinrunonteetotallinesforvagrantsatnight,concerts,dramaticeveningsandusefullectures(admittancefree)byqualifiedmenforthelowerorders.Ontheotherhandhehadadistinctandpainfulrecollectiontheypaidhiswife,MadamMarionTweedywhohadbeenprominentlyassociatedwithitatonetime,averymodestremunerationindeedforherpianoplaying.Theidea,hewasstronglyinclinedtobelieve,wastodogoodandnetaprofit,therebeingnocompetitiontospeakof.