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resources of Ireland； or something of that sort； which he described in his lengthy dissertation as the richest country bar none on the face of God's earth； far and away superior to England； with coal in large quantities； six million pounds' worth of pork exported every year； ten millions between butter and eggs； and all the riches drained out of it by England levying taxes on the poor people that paid through the nose always； and gobbling up the best meat in the market； and a lot more surplus steam in the same vein。 Their conversation accordingly became general and all agreed that that was a fact。 You could grow any mortal thing in Irish soil； he stated； and there was Colonel Everard down there in Cavan growing tobacco。 Where would you find anywhere the like of Irish bacon？ But a day of reckoning； he stated crescendo with no uncertain voice … thoroughly monopolising all the conversation … was in store for mighty England； despite her power of pelf on account of her crimes。 There would be a fall and the greatest fall in history。 The Germans and the Japs were going to have their little lookin； he affirmed。 The Boers were the beginning of the end。 Brummagem England was toppling already and her downfall would be Ireland； her Achilles heel； which he explained to them about the vulnerable point of Achilles； the Greek hero … a point his auditors at once seized as he pletely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to on his boot。 His advice to every Irishman was： stay in the land of your birth and work for Ireland and live for Ireland。 Ireland； Parnell said； could not spare a single one of her sons。
Silence all round marked the termination of his finale。 The impervious navigator heard these lurid tidings undismayed。
Take a bit of doing； boss； retaliated that rough diamond palpably a bit peeved in response to the foregoing truism。
To which cold douche； referring to downfall and so on； the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his main view。
Who's the best troops in the army？ the grizzled old veteran irately interrogated。 And the best jumpers and racers？ And the best admirals and generals we've got？ Tell me that。
The Irish for choice； retorted the cabby like Campbell； facial blemishes apart。
That's right； the old tarpaulin corroborated。 The Irish catholic peasant。 He's the backbone of our empire。 You know Jem Mullins？
While allowing him his individual opinions； as every man； the keeper added he cared nothing for any empire； ours or his； and considered no Irishman worthy of his salt that served it。 Then they began to have a few irascible words； when it waxed hotter； both； needless to say； appealing to the listeners who followed the passage of arms with interest so long as they didn't indulge in recriminations and e to blows。
From inside information extending over a series of years Mr Bloom was rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash for； pending that consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished for； he was fully cognisant of the fact that their neighbours across the channel； unless they were much bigger fools than he took them for； rather concealed their strength than the opposite。 It was quite on a par with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a hundred million years the coal seam of the sister island would be played out and if； as time went On； that turned Out to be how the cat jumped all he could personally say on the matter was that as a host of contingencies； equally relevant to the issue； might occur ere then it was highly advisable in the interim to try to make the most of both countries； even though poles apart。 Another little interesting point； the amours of whores and chummies； to put it in mon parlance； reminded him Irish soldiers had as often fought for England as against her； more so； in fact。 And now； why？ So the scene between the pair of them； the licensee of the place； rumoured to be or have been Fitzharris； the famous invincible； and the other； obviously bogus； reminded him forcibly as being on all fours with the confidence trick； supposing； that is； it was prearranged； as the lookeron； a student of the human soul； if anything； the others seeing least of the game。 And as for the lessee or keeper； who probably wasn't the other person at all； he （Bloom） couldn't help feeling； and most properly； it was better to give people like that the goby unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have anything to do with them as a golden rule in private life and their felonsetting； there always being the offchance of a Dannyman ing forward and turning queen's evidence … or king's now … like Denis or Peter Carey； an idea he utterly repudiated。 Quite apart from that； he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle。 Yet； though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom in any shape or form； he certainly did feel； and no denying it （while inwardly remaining what he was）； a certain kind of admiration for a man who had actually brandished a knife； cold steel； with the courage of his political convictions though； personally； he would never be a party to any such thing； off the same bat as those love vendettas of the south … have her or swing for her … when the husband frequently； after some words passed between the two concerning her relations with the other lucky mortal （the man having had the pair watched）； inflicted fatal injuries on
his adored one as a result of an alternative postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her until it just struck him that Fitz； nicknamed Skin…the…Goat； merely drove the car for the actual perpetrators of the outrage and so was not； if he was reliably informed； actually party to the ambush which； in point of fact； was the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on。 In any case that was very ancient history by now and as for our friend； the pseudo Skin…the…etcetera； he had transparently outlived his wele。 He ought to have either died naturally or on the scaffold high。 Like actresses； always farewell … positively last performance then e up smiling again。 Generous to a fault； of course； temperamental； no economising or any idea of the sort； always snapping at the bone for the shadow。 So similarly he had a very shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever got rid of some #。 s。 d。 in the course of his perambulations round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of the Old Ireland tavern； e back to Erin and so on。 Then as for the others； he had heard not so long before the same identical lingo； as he told Stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender。
He took umbrage at something or other； that much injured but on the whole eventempered person declared； I let slip。 He called me a jew； and in a heated fashion； offensively。 So I； without deviating from plain facts in the least； told him his God； I mean Christ； was a jew too； and all his family； like me； though in reality I'm not。 That was one for him。 A soft answer turns away wrath。 He hadn't a word to say for himself as everyone saw。 Am I not right？
He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride at the soft impeachment； with a glance also of entreaty for he seemed to glean in a kind of a way that it was