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hatred。 And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life。
What？ says Alf。
Love； says Bloom。 I mean the opposite of hatred。 I must go now； says he to John Wyse。 Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there。 If he es just say I'll be back in a second。 Just a moment。
Who's hindering you？ And off he pops like greased lightning。
A new apostle to the gentiles； says the citizen。 Universal love。
Well； says John Wyse； isn't that what we're told？ Love your neighbours。
That chap？ says the citizen。 Beggar my neighbour is his motto。 Love； Moya！ He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet。 Love loves to love love。 Nurse loves the new chemist。 Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly。 Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle。 M。 B。 loves a fair genteman。 Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow。 Jumbo； the elephant； loves Alice； the elephant。 Old Mr Verschoyle with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turnedin eye。 The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead。 His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen。 Mrs Norman W。 Tupper loves officer Taylor。 You love a certain person。 And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but
God loves everybody。
Well； Joe； says I； your very good health and song。 More power； citizen。
Hurrah； there； says Joe。
The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you； says the citizen。
And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle。
We know those canters； says he； preaching and picking your pocket。 What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon？ The bible！ Did you read that skit in the United Irishman today about that Zulu chief that's visiting England？
What's that？ says Joe。
So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts reading out：
A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting； Lord Walkup on Eggs； to tender to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions。 The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which the dusky potentate； in the course of a happy speech； freely translated by the British chaplain； the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones； tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British Empire； stating that he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible； the volume of the word of God and the secret of England's greatness； graciously presented to him by the white chief woman； the great squaw Victoria； with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal Donor。 The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak； surnamed Forty Warts； after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book； subsequently executing an old Abeakutic wardance； in the course of which he swallowed several knives and forks； amid hilarious applause from the girl hands。
Widow woman； says Ned； I wouldn't doubt her。 Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would。
Same only more so； says Lenehan。 And thereafter in that fruitful land the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly。
Is that by Griffith？ says John Wyse。
No； says the citizen。 It's not signed Shanganagh。 It's only initialled： P。
And a very good initial too； says Joe。
That's how it's worked； says the citizen。 Trade follows the flag。
Well； says J。 J。； if they're any worse than those Belgians in the Congo Free State they must be bad。 Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is？
Casement； says the citizen。 He's an Irishman。
Yes； that's the man； says J。 J。 Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them。
I know where he's gone； says Lenehan； cracking his fingers。
Who？ says I。
Bloom； says he； the courthouse is a blind。 He had a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels。
Is it that whiteyed kaffir？ says the citizen； that never backed a horse in anger in his life。
That's where he's gone； says Lenehan。 I met Bantam Lyons going to back that horse only I put him off it and he told me Bloom gave him the tip。 Bet you what you like he has a hundred shillings to five on。 He's the only man in Dublin has it。 A dark horse。 He's a bloody dark horse himself； says Joe。
Mind； Joe； says I。 Show us the entrance out。
There you are； says Terry。
Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort。 So I just went round to the back of the yard to pumpship and begob （hundred shillings to five） while I was letting off my （Throwaway twenty to） letting off my load gob says I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his （two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off） in his mind to get off the mark to （hundred shillings is five quid） and when they were in the （dark horse） Pisser Burke was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick （gob； must have done about a gallon） flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's （ow！） all a plan so he could vamoose with the pool if he won or （Jesus； full up I was） trading without a licence （ow！） Ireland my nation says he （hoik！ phthook！） never be up to those bloody （there's the last of it） Jerusalem （ah！） cuckoos。
So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong； John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the idea for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of jerrymandering； packed juries and swindling the taxes off of the Government and appointing consuls all over the world to walk about selling Irish industries。 Robbing Peter to pay Paul。 Gob； that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show。 Give us a bloody chance。 God save Ireland from the likes of that bloody mouseabout。 Mr Bloom with his argol bargol。 And his old fellow before him perpetrating frauds； old Methusalem Bloom； the robbing bagman； that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds。 Loans by post on easy terms。 Any amount of money advanced on note of hand。 Distance no object。 No security。 Gob he's like Lanty MacHale's goat that'd go a piece of the road with everyone。
Well； it's a fact； says John Wyse。 And there's the man now that'll tell you about it； Martin Cunningham。
Sure enough the castle car drove up with Martin on it and Jack Power with him and a fellow named Crofter or Crofton； pensioner out of the collector general's； an orangeman Blackburn does have on the registration and he drawing his pay or Crawford gallivanting around the country at the king's expense。
Our travellers reached the rustic hostelry and alighted from their palfreys。
Ho； varlet！ cried he； who by his mien seemed the leader of the party。 Saucy knave！ To us！
So saying he knocked loudly with his swordhilt upon the open lattice。
Mine host came forth at the summons girding him with his tabard。