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— I, says Joe. I'm the alligator.
— And after all, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow?
— Why not? says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is.
fdv: "----- wanted to get him away before Bloom came back for the next round and he took him by the arm.
-- Come on, Michael. Come where the boose is cheaper.
But Cusack was blue mouldy for a fight.
-- His country! says Cusack. Is it a bloody jew? His country is no man's land.
-- Hath not a jew eyes? says O'Madden Burke.
He's one of those literary fellows buys secondhand books always coming out with a bit from Shakespeare or the Melodies about Ireland a nation. Know what I mean? Gentleman, patriot and scholar and judge of malt.
-- Well, says JJ O'Molloy, if you grant him human impulses like ours why can he not love his country? I mean logically, why not?
-- Why not? says young Dedalus, when he is quite sure which country it is.
Old MacHugh began laughing and gave him a bear's hug and says he, settling his specs "That's Gallic," says he, "Paris did that for you." The young chap stood another. "Talking about Gaelic," says Ned. "You should see our friend chopping up raw onions for the missus for her complexion the time he was in Cuffe's, the salesmaster's. They were staying up in the City Arms hotel in Prussia street next to the cattle market." "O, don't tell me," says N. "Gaffney was stopping there. He gives a great ----- of the two of them chewing the fat. Bloom with his but don't you see and but if you consider and the wife screeching his head off. She's a bloody awful bitch, by all accounts." "O, I don't know about that" says Ned "She was the handsomest girl in Dublin in her day. I think the fault is on the other side." "How's that." "Well, Gaffney says she used to be in tears there sometimes. I don't think our friend does the trick of the loop at all. Weren't they going to be divorced or something. Maybe that's what they were going to be divorced for. Restitution of conjugal rights." "Still, he's very attentive to her," says -----, "brings her up her grub into the bed and nibbles his own bit down in the kitchen. ----- told me that for a fact." "Separatio a mensa et a thoro, says JJ O'Molloy. "Arra what good is that for a woman," says -----, "she wants something else in her bed."
-- I'll tell you a bloody good one ----- told me. There was an old one up in the hotel, a Mrs Riordan with some money and Bloom of course got inside her to be the whitehaired boy. Doing the molly coddle, same as he made up to his mother-in-law.
-- Is that how he got to marry her?
-- Commend me to a jewman, says
-- I see, says -----, That explains the milk in the cocoanut and the absence of hair on the animal's chest. Playing bézique with her every night. Suppose he thought he'd be remembered in the will. Anyway she had a young chap there, grandnephew of hers, and Bloom put in for giving him German lessons--
-- Is he a German? says -----.
-- I don't know what he isn't, says -----. One day, by God, he took the young chap out for a walking lesson but, by God, when they came back to tea he was boosed.
-- Who? Bloom?
-- No, the young fellow laughing in their faces like a fool. You should have heard the old one and Bloom's missus and the landlady. Gave him all torts. And Bloom said he did it to teach him the evils of drink.
-- Bloody good idea too, says -----. Will you join us, P-?
-- I don't mind, Joe.
-- Give it a name, then.
-- Two d of stout.
-- Two d stout, Terry. Here, Tom, says he handing him the boose. Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words.
-- Which is which? says -----.
-- That's mine, says -----, taking his boose, as the devil said to the dead policeman."
— Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? says Ned. Or who is he? No offence, Crofton.
— Who is Junius? says J.J.
— We don't want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian.
— He's a perverted jew, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system. We know that in the castle.
perverted
cf: 2:18 "Leopold. Hungarian name (cf Stephen)"
— Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist? says Jack Power.
— Not at all, says Martin. Only namesakes. His name was Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself. He changed it by deedpoll, the father did.
— That's the new Messiah for Ireland! says the citizen. Island of saints and sages!
— Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin. For that matter so are we.
— Yes, says J.J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother.
cf: 1:56 "L.B.'s ?son Messiah"
— Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan.
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— O, by God, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. I met him one day in the south city markets buying a tin of Neave's food six weeks before the wife was delivered.
— En ventre sa mere, says J.J.
— Do you call that a man? says the citizen.
— I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.
— Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power.
— And who does he suspect? says the citizen.
Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. One of those mixed middlings he is. Lying up in the hotel Pisser was telling me once a month with headache like a totty with her courses. Do you know what I'm telling you? It'd be an act of God to take a hold of a fellow the like of that and throw him in the bloody sea. Justifiable homicide, so it would. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. Give us your blessing. Not as much as would blind your eye.
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