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Ulysses

Dogdays. Uncertain in his movements. Good fellow! Fido!
Good fellow! Garryowen! (The wolfdog sprawls on his back,
wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his long black tongue

lolling out.) Influence of his surroundings. Give and have
done with it. Provided nobody. (Calling encouraging words
he shambles back with a furtive poacher’s tread, dogged by the
setter into a dark stalestunk corner. He unrolls one parcel and goes
to dump the crubeen softly but holds back and feels the trotter.)
Sizeable for threepence. But then I have it in my left hand.
Calls for more effort. Why? Smaller from want of use. O,
let it slide. Two and six.
(With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide. The
mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling
greed, crunching the bones. Two raincaped watch approach, silent,
vigilant. They murmur together.)
THE WATCH: Bloom. Of Bloom. For Bloom.
Bloom.
(Each lays hand on Bloom’s shoulder.)
FIRST WATCH: Caught in the act. Commit no
nuisance.
BLOOM: (Stammers) I am doing good to others.
(A covey of gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from Liffey
slime with Banbury cakes in their beaks.)
THE GULLS: Kaw kave kankury kake.

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