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        What is it? Mr Bloom asked.
        A recently discovered fragment of Cicero’s, professor Mac Hugh
answered with pomp of tone. Our lovely land.

                    SHORT BUT TO THE POINT

        Whose land? Mr Bloom said simply.
        Most pertinent question, the professor said between his chews. With
an accent on the whose.
        Dan Dawson’s land, Mr Dedalus said.
        Is it his speech last night? Mr Bloom asked.
       Ned Lambert nodded.
        But listen to this, he said.
       The doorknob hit Mr Bloom in the small of the back as the door was
pushed in.
        Excuse me, J.J. O’Molloy said, entering.
       Mr Bloom moved nimbly aside.
        I beg yours, he said.
        Good day, Jack.
        Come in. Come in.
        Good day.
        How are you, Dedalus?
        Well. And yourself?
       J.J. O’Molloy shook his head.


       Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline poor chap. That
hectic flush spells finis for a man. Touch and go with him. What’s in the
wind, I wonder. Money worry.
        Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.
        You’re looking extra.
        Is the editor to be seen? J.J. O’Molloy asked, looking towards the
inner door.
        Very much so, professor MacHugh said. To be seen and heard. He’s
in his sanctum with Lenehan.