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so that the wheel itself much handler? Well but that fellow would lose his
job then? Well but then another fellow would get a job making the new
invention?
Antient concert rooms. Nothing on there. A man in a buff suit with a
crape armlet. Not much grief there. Quarter mourning. People in law, perhaps.
They went past the bleak pulpit of Saint Mark’s, under the railway
bridge, past the Queen’s theatre : in silence. Hoardings. Eugene Stratton.
Mrs Bandman Palmer. Could I go to see Leah tonight, I wonder. I said I. Or
the Lily of Killarney? Elster Grimes Opera company. Big powerful change.
Wet bright bills for next week. Fun on the Bristol. Martin Cunningham could
work a pass for the Gaiety. Have to stand a drink or two. As broad as it’s long.
He’s coming in the afternoon. Her songs.
Plasto’s. Sir Philip Crampton’s memorial fountain bust. Who was he?
— How do you do? Martin Cunningham said, raising his palm to his
brow in salute.
— He doesn’t see us, Mr Power said. Yes, he does. How do you do?
— Who? Mr Dedalus asked.
— Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.
Just that moment I was thinking.
Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the
white disc of a straw hat flashed reply : passed.
Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right
hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees?
Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive. They sometimes
feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I am just
looking at them : well pared. And after : thinking alone. Body getting a
bit softy. I would notice that from remembering. What causes that I suppose
the skin can’t contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off. But the shape
is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of the
dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind.
He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant
glance over their faces.
Mr Power asked :
— How is the concert tour getting on, Bloom?
— O very well, Mr Bloom said. I hear great accounts of it. It’s a good
idea, you see…
— Are you going yourself?