Ulysses

1 Ulysses

voice.

—Seems to be, J. J. O’Molloy said, taking out a cigarette-

case in murmuring meditation, but it is not always as it

seems. Who has the most matches?

THE CALUMET OF PEACE

He offered a cigarette to the professor and took one him-

self. Lenehan promptly struck a match for them and lit their

cigarettes in turn. J. J. O’Molloy opened his case again and

offered it.

—Thanky vous, Lenehan said, helping himself.

The editor came from the inner office, a straw hat awry

on his brow. He declaimed in song, pointing sternly at pro-

fessor MacHugh:

—‘Twas rank and fame that tempted thee,

‘Twas empire charmed thy heart.

The professor grinned, locking his long lips.

—Eh? You bloody old Roman empire? Myles Crawford

said.

He took a cigarette from the open case. Lenehan, light-

ing it for him with quick grace, said:

—Silence for my brandnew riddle!

—Imperium romanum, J. J. O’Molloy said gently. It

sounds nobler than British or Brixton. The word reminds

one somehow of fat in the fire.

Myles Crawford blew his first puff violently towards the