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Ulysses

PRIVATE CARR: (Staggering as he is pulled away) God
fuck old Bennett. He’s a whitearsed bugger. I don’t give a
shit for him.

FIRST WATCH: (Takes out his notebook) What’s his
name?
BLOOM: (Peering over the crowd) I just see a car there. If
you give me a hand a second, sergeant ...
FIRST WATCH: Name and address.
(Corny Kelleker, weepers round his hat, a death wreath in his
hand, appears among the bystanders.)
BLOOM: (Quickly) O, the very man! (He whispers)
Simon Dedalus’ son. A bit sprung. Get those policemen to
move those loafers back.
SECOND WATCH: Night, Mr Kelleher.
CORNY KELLEHER: (To the watch, with drawling eye)
That’s all right. I know him. Won a bit on the races. Gold
cup. Throwaway. (He laughs) Twenty to one. Do you
follow me?
FIRST WATCH: (Turns to the crowd) Here, what are
you all gaping at? Move on out of that.
(The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, down the lane.)
CORNY KELLEHER: Leave it to me, sergeant.
That’ll be all right. (He laughs, shaking his head) We were
often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. What? Eh, what?

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