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Ulysses

BLOOM: (Offhandedly) Kosher. A snack for supper.
The home without potted meat is incomplete. I was at
Leah. Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Trenchant exponent of

Shakespeare. Unfortunately threw away the programme.
Rattling good place round there for pigs’ feet. Feel.
(Richie Goulding, three ladies’ hats pinned on his head,
appears weighted to one side by the black legal bag of Collis and
Ward on which a skull and crossbones are painted in white
limewash. He opens it and shows it full of polonies, kippered
herrings, Findon haddies and tightpacked pills.)
RICHIE: Best value in Dub.
(Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands on the curbstone, folding his
napkin, waiting to wait.)
PAT: (Advances with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy)
Steak and kidney. Bottle of lager. Hee hee hee. Wait till I
wait.
RICHIE: Goodgod. Inev erate inall ...
(With hanging head he marches doggedly forward. The
navvy, lurching by, gores him with his flaming pronghorn.)
RICHIE: (With a cry of pain, his hand to his back) Ah!
Bright’s! Lights!
BLOOM: (Ooints to the navvy) A spy. Don’t attract
attention. I hate stupid crowds. I am not on pleasure bent.
I am in a grave predicament.

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