Ulysses
place about the pit of the stomach, fortunately not of a grave
character. His hat (Parnell’s) a silk one was inadvertently
knocked off and, as a matter of strict history, Bloom was the
man who picked it up in the crush after witnessing the oc-
currence meaning to return it to him (and return it to him
he did with the utmost celerity) who panting and hatless
and whose thoughts were miles away from his hat at the
time all the same being a gentleman born with a stake in
the country he, as a matter of fact, having gone into it more
for the kudos of the thing than anything else, what’s bred in
the bone instilled into him in infancy at his mother’s knee
in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at
once because he turned round to the donor and thanked
him with perfect aplomb, saying: Thank you, sir, though in
a very different tone of voice from the ornament of the legal
profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights ear-
lier in the course of the day, history repeating itself with
a difference, after the burial of a mutual friend when they
had left him alone in his glory after the grim task of having
committed his remains to the grave.
On the other hand what incensed him more inwardly
was the blatant jokes of the cabman and so on who passed
it all off as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending
to understand everything, the why and the wherefore, and
in reality not knowing their own minds, it being a case for
the two parties themselves unless it ensued that the legiti-
mate husband happened to be a party to it owing to some
anonymous letter from the usual boy Jones, who happened
to come across them at the crucial moment in a loving po-