The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 082

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No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I’ll call later in the day and
I’ll take one of those soaps. How much are they?

Fourpence, sir.

Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.

I’ll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.

Yes, sir, the chemist said. You can pay all together, sir, when you
come back.

Good, Mr Bloom said.

He strolled out of the shop, the newspaper baton under his armpit, the
coolwrappered soap in his left hand.

At his armpit Bantam Lyons’ voice and hand said :

Hello, Bloom, what’s the best news? Is that today’s? Show us a minute.

Shaved off his moustache again, by Jove! Long cold upper lip. To look
younger. He does look balmy. Younger than I am.

Bantam Lyons’ yellow blacknailed fingers unrolled the baton. Wants a
wash too. Take off the rough dirt. Good morning, have you used Pears’ soap.
Dandruff on his shoulders. Scalp wants oiling.

I want to see about that French horse that’s running today, Bantam
Lyons’ said. Where the bugger is it?

He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his high collar. Barber’s
itch. Tight collar he’ll lose his hair. Better leave him the paper and get shut of
him.

You can keep it, Mr Bloom said.

Ascot. Gold cup. Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered. Half a mo. Maximum
the second.

I was just going to throw it away, Mr Bloom said.

Bantam Lyons raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly.

What’s that? his sharp voice said.

I say you can keep it, Mr Bloom answered. I was going to throw it
away that moment.

Bantam Lyons doubted an instant, leering : then thrust the outspread
sheets back on Mr Bloom’s arms.

I’Il risk it, he said. Here, thanks.

He sped off towards Conway’s corner. God speed scut.

Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap
in it, smiling. Silly lips of that chap. Betting. Regular hotbed of it lately.
Messenger boys stealing to put on sixpence. Raffle for large tender turkey.

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