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By deaf Pat in the doorway, straining ear, Bloom passed.



At Geneva barrack that young man died. At Passage was his body laid. Dolor! O, he dolores! The voice of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer.



By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely Bloom.



Tap. Tap. Tap.



Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.



Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway heard growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. General chorus off for a swill to wash it down. Glad I avoided.



— Come on, Ben, Simon Dedalus cried. By God, you're as good as ever you were.



— Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and honour it is.



— Lablache, said Father Cowley.

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Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the bar, mightily praisefed and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the air.



Big Benaben Dollard. Big Benben. Big Benben.



Rrr.



And deepmoved all, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard, in right good cheer.


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— You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell said.



Miss Douce composed her rose to wait.



— Ben machree, said Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Fit as a fiddle, only he has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person.



Rrrrrrrsss.



— Fat of death, Simon, Ben Dollard growled.



Richie rift in the lute alone sat: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Uncertainly he waited. Unpaid Pat too.



Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.



Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her lips to ear of tankard one.



— Mr Dollard, they murmured low.

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