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ed. On the contrary that stab in the back touch was quite
in keeping with those italianos though candidly he was
none the less free to admit those icecreamers and friers in
the fish way not to mention the chip potato variety and so
forth over in little Italy there near the Coombe were sober
thrifty hardworking fellows except perhaps a bit too given
to pothunting the harmless necessary animal of the feline
persuasion of others at night so as to have a good old succu-
lent tuckin with garlic de rigueur off him or her next day on
the quiet and, he added, on the cheap.
—Spaniards, for instance, he continued, passionate tem-
peraments like that, impetuous as Old Nick, are given to
taking the law into their own hands and give you your qui-
etus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the
abdomen. It comes from the great heat, climate generally.
My wife is, so to speak, Spanish, half that is. Point of fact she
could actually claim Spanish nationality if she wanted, hav-
ing been born in (technically) Spain, i.e. Gibraltar. She has
the Spanish type. Quite dark, regular brunette, black. I for
one certainly believe climate accounts for character. That’s
why I asked you if you wrote your poetry in Italian.
—The temperaments at the door, Stephen interposed
with, were very passionate about ten shillings. Roberto ruba
roba sua.
—Quite so, Mr Bloom dittoed.
—Then, Stephen said staring and rambling on to himself
or some unknown listener somewhere, we have the impetu-
osity of Dante and the isosceles triangle miss Portinari he
fell in love with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino.