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Holles their ulterior goal. Dixon follows giving them sharp
language but raps out an oath, he too, and on. Bloom stays
with nurse a thought to send a kind word to happy moth-
er and nurseling up there. Doctor Diet and Doctor Quiet.
Looks she too not other now? Ward of watching in Horne’s
house has told its tale in that washedout pallor. Then all be-
ing gone, a glance of motherwit helping, he whispers close
in going: Madam, when comes the storkbird for thee?
The air without is impregnated with raindew mois-
ture, life essence celestial, glistening on Dublin stone there
under starshiny coelum. God’s air, the Allfather’s air, scin-
tillant circumambient cessile air. Breathe it deep into thee.
By heaven, Theodore Purefoy, thou hast done a doughty
deed and no botch! Thou art, I vow, the remarkablest pro-
genitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most
farraginous chronicle. Astounding! In her lay a Godframed
Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast fructified
with thy modicum of man’s work. Cleave to her! Serve! Toil
on, labour like a very bandog and let scholarment and all
Malthusiasts go hang. Thou art all their daddies, Theodore.
Art drooping under thy load, bemoiled with butcher’s bills
at home and ingots (not thine!) in the countinghouse? Head
up! For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of
ripe wheat. See, thy fleece is drenched. Dost envy Darby
Dullman there with his Joan? A canting jay and a rheu-
meyed curdog is all their progeny. Pshaw, I tell thee! He
is a mule, a dead gasteropod, without vim or stamina, not
worth a cracked kreutzer. Copulation without population!
No, say I! Herod’s slaughter of the innocents were the truer