10 Ulysses
—Pom! he shouted twice.
Egg two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked,
adding bloodthirstily:—Buffalo Bill shoots to kill,
Never missed nor he never will.A silence ensued till Mr Bloom for agreeableness’ sake
just felt like asking him whether it was for a marksmanship
competition like the Bisley.
—Beg pardon, the sailor said.
—Long ago? Mr Bloom pursued without flinching a
hairsbreadth.
—Why, the sailor replied, relaxing to a certain extent un-
der the magic influence of diamond cut diamond, it might
be a matter of ten years. He toured the wide world with
Hengler’s Royal Circus. I seen him do that in Stockholm.
—Curious coincidence, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen
unobtrusively.
—Murphy’s my name, the sailor continued. D. B. Mur-
phy of Carrigaloe. Know where that is?
—Queenstown harbour, Stephen replied.
—That’s right, the sailor said. Fort Camden and Fort Car-
lisle. That’s where I hails from. I belongs there. That’s where
I hails from. My little woman’s down there. She’s waiting for
me, I know. For England, home and beauty. She’s my own
true wife I haven’t seen for seven years now, sailing about.
Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene,
the homecoming to the mariner’s roadside shieling after