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Ulysses

THE HORSE: Hohohohohohoh! Hohohohome!
CORNY KELLEHER: Sure it was Behan our jarvey
there that told me after we left the two commercials in
Mrs Cohen’s and I told him to pull up and got off to see.

(He laughs) Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. Will I give him
a lift home? Where does he hang out? Somewhere in
Cabra, what?
BLOOM: No, in Sandycove, I believe, from what he
let drop.
(Stephen, prone, breathes to the stars. Corny Kelleher,
asquint, drawls at the horse. Bloom, in gloom, looms down.)
CORNY KELLEHER: (Scratches his nape) Sandycove!
(He bends down and calls to Stephen) Eh! (He calls again) Eh!
He’s covered with shavings anyhow. Take care they didn’t
lift anything off him.
BLOOM: No, no, no. I have his money and his hat
here and stick.
CORNY KELLEHER: Ah, well, he’ll get over it. No
bones broken. Well, I’ll shove along. (He laughs) I’ve a
rendezvous in the morning. Burying the dead. Safe home!
THE HORSE: (Neighs) Hohohohohome.
BLOOM: Good night. I’ll just wait and take him along
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