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— I'll do that, Mr Bloom said, moving to get off. That'll be all right.
— Right, M'Coy said brightly. Thanks, old man. I'd go if I possibly could. Well, tolloll. Just C.P. M'Coy will do.
— That will be done, Mr Bloom answered firmly.

(M'Coy's wasted three valuable pages!)

Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. The quick touch. Soft mark. I'd like my job. Valise I have a particular fancy for. Leather. Capped corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. Bob Cowley lent him his for the Wicklow regatta concert last year and never heard tidings of it from that good day to this.

"catch me napping" (like lotus-eaters)
"I'd like my job"
"Wicklow regatta" annual since 1878

Delaney: [205]

Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. My missus has just got an. Reedy freckled soprano. Cheeseparing nose.

1909 map
'cheeseparing' means stingy, so could this mean a 'Jewish' nose? or a nose like a cheeseknife???

Nice enough in its way: for a little ballad. No guts in it. You and me, don't you know: in the same boat. Softsoaping. Give you the needle that would. Can't he hear the difference? Think he's that way inclined a bit. Against my grain somehow.

(if "that way" means gay, Bloom's "somehow" demonstrates his freedom from conformity)

Thought that Belfast would fetch him. I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse. Suppose she wouldn't let herself be vaccinated again. Your wife and my wife.
Wonder is he pimping after me?

smallpox in Belfast
("pimping" = hoping Bloom will pay for sex with M'Coy's wife?)

Delaney: [206]

Mr Bloom stood at the corner, his eyes wandering over the multicoloured hoardings. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale (Aromatic).

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hoardings 1913?

Clery's Summer Sale. No, he's going on straight. Hello. Leah tonight: Mrs Bandmann Palmer. Like to see again her in that. Hamlet she played last night.

"No, he's going on straight" (Bloom waits at the corner so M'Coy won't see which way he goes)
"Leah, the Forsaken"

Male impersonator. Perhaps he was a woman. Why Ophelia committed suicide. Poor papa! How he used to talk about Kate Bateman in that.

Hamlet IV.vii

(Bloom's father commited suicide in 1886)
female Hamlets

Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the afternoon to get in. Year before I was born that was: sixtyfive. And Ristori in Vienna. What is this the right name is? By Mosenthal it is. Rachel, is it? No.

FD says "Deborah" ("Leah, the forsaken" in translation wiki)

The scene he was always talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice and puts his fingers on his face.
Nathan's voice! His son's voice! I hear the voice of Nathan who left his father to die of grief and misery in my arms, who left the house of his father and left the God of his father.
Every word is so deep, Leopold.
Poor papa! Poor man! I'm glad I didn't go into the room to look at his face. That day! O dear! O dear! Ffoo! Well, perhaps it was the best for him.

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Delaney: [207]

Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the hazard. No use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I hadn't met that M'Coy fellow.

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