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le Willy that's dead to tell her。 Choking with bloody foolery。 And shaking Bloom's hand doing the tragic to tell her that。 Shake hands； brother。 You're a rogue and I'm another。
Let me； said he； so far presume upon our acquaintance which； however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time； is founded； as I hope and believe； on a sentiment of mutual esteem； as to request of you this favour。 But； should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness。
No； rejoined the other； I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that； though the errand be one of sorrow； this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup。
Then suffer me to take your hand； said he。 The goodness of your heart； I feel sure； will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy； were I to give vent to my feelings； would deprive me even of speech。
And off with him and out trying to walk straight。 Boosed at five o'clock。 Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the bobby； 14 A。 Blind to the world up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time； fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard； drinking porter out of teacups。 And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls； Joseph Manuo； and talking against the catholic religion and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was young with his eyes shut who wrote the new testament and the old testament and hugging and snugging。 And the two shawls killed with the laughing； picking his pockets the bloody fool and he spilling the porter all over the bed and the two shawls screeching laughing at one another。 How is your testament？ Have you got an old testament？ Only Paddy was passing there； I tell you what。 Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife； and she wagging her tail up the aisle of the chapel； with her patent boots on her； no less； and her violets； nice as pie； doing the little lady。 Jack Mooney's sister。 And the old prostitute of a mother procuring rooms to street couples。 Gob； Jack made him toe the line。 Told him if he didn't patch up the pot； Jesus； he'd kick the shite out of him。
So Terry brought the three pints。
Here； says Joe； doing the honours。 Here； citizen。
Slan leat； says he。
Fortune； Joe； says I。 Good health； citizen。
Gob； he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already。 Want a small fortune to keep him in drinks。
Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty； Alf？ says Joe。
Friend of yours； says Alf。
Nannan？ says Joe。 The mimber？
I won't mention any names； says Alf。
I thought so； says Joe。 I saw him up at that meeting now with William Field； M。 P。； the cattle traders。 Hairy Iopas； says the citizen； that exploded volcano； the darling of all countries and the idol of his own。
So Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen sending them all to the rightabout and Bloom ing out with his sheepdip for the scab and a hoose drench for coughing calves and the guaranteed remedy for timber tongue。 Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard。 Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are ing till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier。 Mister Knowall。 Teach your grandmother how to milk ducks。 Pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be in rivers of tears sometimes with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her。 Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it。 What's your programme today？ Ay。 Humane methods。 Because the poor animals suffer and experts say and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently。 Gob； he'd have a soft hand under a hen。
Ga Ga Gara。 Klook Klook Klook。 Black Liz is our hen。 She lays eggs for us。 When she lays her egg she is so glad。 Gara。 Klook Klook Klook。 Then es good uncle Leo。 He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg。 Ga ga ga ga Gara。 Klook Klook Klook。
Anyhow； says Joe。 Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the House of mons。
Are you sure； says Bloom； the councillor is going？ I wanted to see him； as it happens。
Well； he's going off by the mailboat； says Joe； tonight。
That's too bad； says Bloom。 I wanted particularly。 Perhaps only Mr Field is going。 I couldn't phone。 No。 You're sure？
Nannan's going too； says Joe。 The league told him to ask a question tomorrow about the missioner of police forbidding Irish games in the park。 What do you think of that； citizen？ The Sluagh na h…Eireann。
Mr Cowe Conacre （Multifarnham。 Nat）： Arising out of the question of my honourable friend； the member for Shillelagh； may I ask the right honourable gentleman whether the Government has issued orders that these animals shall be slaughtered though no medical evidence is forthing as to their pathological condition？
Mr Allfours （Tamoshant。 Con）： Honourable members are already in possession of the evidence produced before a mittee of the whole house。 I feel I cannot usefully add anything to that。 The answer to the honourable member's question is in the affirmative。
Mr Orelli （Montenotte。 Nat）： Have similar orders been issued for the slaughter of human animals who dare to play Irish games in the Phnix park？
Mr Allfours： The answer is in the negative。
Mr Cowe Conacre： Has the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the treasury bench？ （O！ O！）
Mr Allfours： I must have notice of that question。
Mr Staylewit （Bunbe。 Ind。）： Don't hesitate to shoot。
（Ironical opposition cheers。）
The speaker： Order！ Order！
（The house rises。 Cheers。）
There's the man； says Joe； that made the Gaelic sports revival。 There he is sitting there。 The man that got away James Stephens。 The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot。 What was your best throw； citizen？
Na bacleis； says the citizen； letting on to be modest。 There was a time I was as good as the next fellow anyhow。
Put it there； citizen； says Joe。 You were and a bloody sight better。
Is that really a fact？ says Alf。
Yes； says Bloom。 That's well known。 Do you not know that？
So off they started about Irish sport and shoneen games the like of the lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again and all of that。 And of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad。 I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom： Look at； Bloom。 Do you see that straw？ That's a straw。 Declare to my aunt he'd talk about it for an hour so he would and talk steady。
A most interesting discussion took place in the ancient hall of Brian O'Ciarnain's in Sraid na Bretaine Bheag； under the auspices of Sluagh na h…Eireann； on th