The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 102

by James Joyce

— I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a man’s inmost heart.

— It does, Mr Bloom said.

Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two with
his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections. Broken heart.
A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine
day it gets bunged up and there you are. Lots of them lying around here :
lungs, hearts, livers. Old rusty pumps : damn the thing else. The resurrection
and the life. Once you are dead you are dead. That last day idea. Knocking
them all up out of their graves. Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth
and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every fellow mousing around for
his liver and his lights and the rest of his traps. Find damn all of himself
that morning. Pennyweight of powder in a skull. Twelve grammes one
pennyweight. Troy measure.

Corny Kelleher fell into step at their side.

— Everything went off A I, he said. What?

He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman’s shoulders. With
your tooraloom tooraloom.

— As it should be, Mr Kernan said.

— What? Eh? Corny Kelleher said.

Mr Kernan assured him.

— Who is that chap behind with Tom Kernan? John Henry Menton
asked. I know his face.

Ned Lambert glanced back.

— Bloom, he said, Madam Marion Tweedy that was, is, I mean, the
soprano. She’s his wife.

— O, to be sure, John Henry Menton said. I haven’t seen her for some
time. She was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen seventeen
golden years ago, at Mat Dillon’s, in Roundtown. And a good armful she was.

He looked behind through the others.

— What is he? he asked. What does he do? Wasn’t he in the stationery
line? I fell foul of him one evening, I remember, at bowls.

Ned Lambert smiled.

— Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely’s. A traveller for blottingpaper.

— In God’s name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon
like that for? She had plenty of game in her then.

— Has still, Ned Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.

John Henry Menton’s large eyes stared ahead.