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lever lock. Bob Cowley lent him his for the Wicklow regat-
ta concert last year and never heard tidings of it from that
good day to this.
Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled.
My missus has just got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheese-
paring nose. Nice enough in its way: for a little ballad. No
guts in it. You and me, don’t you know: in the same boat.
Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can’t he hear
the difference? Think he’s that way inclined a bit. Against
my grain somehow. Thought that Belfast would fetch him.
I hope that smallpox up there doesn’t get worse. Suppose
she wouldn’t let herself be vaccinated again. Your wife and
my wife.
Wonder is he pimping after me?
Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over
the multicoloured hoardings. Cantrell and Cochrane’s Gin-
ger Ale (Aromatic). Clery’s Summer Sale. No, he’s going
on straight. Hello. Leah tonight. Mrs Bandmann Palmer.
Like to see her again in that. Hamlet she played last night.
Male impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia
committed suicide. Poor papa! How he used to talk of Kate
Bateman in that. Outside the Adelphi in London waited all
the afternoon to get in. Year before I was born that was: six-
tyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the right name
is? By Mosenthal it is. Rachel, is it? No. The scene he was al-
ways talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises
the voice and puts his fingers on his face.
Nathan’s voice! His son’s voice! I hear the voice of Na-
than who left his father to die of grief and misery in my