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Ulysses

hadn’t much reason to congratulate himself on his pick,
the forlorn hope. Guesswork it reduced itself to
eventually.
—There was every indication they would arrive at that,

he, Bloom, said.
—Who? the other, whose hand by the way was hurt,
said.
One morning you would open the paper, the cabman
affirmed, and read: Return of Parnell. He bet them what
they liked. A Dublin fusilier was in that shelter one night
and said he saw him in South Africa. Pride it was killed
him. He ought to have done away with himself or lain
low for a time after committee room no 15 until he was
his old self again with no-one to point a finger at him.
Then they would all to a man have gone down on their
marrowbones to him to come back when he had
recovered his senses. Dead he wasn’t. Simply absconded
somewhere. The coffin they brought over was full of
stones. He changed his name to De Wet, the Boer
general. He made a mistake to fight the priests. And so
forth and so on.
All the same Bloom (properly so dubbed) was rather
surprised at their memories for in nine cases out of ten it
was a case of tarbarrels and not singly but in their

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