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— I am the resurrection and the life. That touches a man's inmost heart.



— It does, Mr Bloom said.



Your heart perhaps but what price the fellow in the six feet by two with his toes to the daisies? No touching that. Seat of the affections. Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine day it gets bunged up: and there you are. Lots of them lying around here: lungs, hearts, livers. Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead. That last day idea. Knocking them all up out of their graves. Come forth, Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job. Get up! Last day! Then every fellow mousing around for his liver and his lights and the rest of his traps. Find damn all of himself that morning. Pennyweight of powder in a skull. Twelve grammes one pennyweight. Troy measure.

consensus today: average length = 84 inches, width = 28
inches


Corny Kelleher fell into step at their side.



— Everything went off A 1, he said. What?



He looked on them from his drawling eye. Policeman's shoulders. With your tooraloom tooraloom.



— As it should be, Mr Kernan said.



— What? Eh? Corny Kelleher said.



Mr Kernan assured him.



— Who is that chap behind with Tom Kernan? John Henry Menton asked. I know his face.



Ned Lambert glanced back.



— Bloom, he said, Madam Marion Tweedy that was, is, I mean, the soprano. She's his wife.

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— O, to be sure, John Henry Menton said. I haven't seen her for some time. She was a finelooking woman. I danced with her, wait, fifteen seventeen golden years ago, at Mat Dillon's in Roundtown. And a good armful she was.

the Blooms will celebrate their 16th anniversary in October, so this was earlier


He looked behind through the others.



— What is he? he asked. What does he do? Wasn't he in the stationery line? I fell foul of him one evening, I remember, at bowls.



Ned Lambert smiled.



— Yes, he was, he said, in Wisdom Hely's. A traveller for blottingpaper.

Hely, Ltd., manufacturing stationers, letterpress and lithographic printers, and bookbinders, 27-30 Dame Street; Charles Wisdom Hely, managing director

— In God's name, John Henry Menton said, what did she marry a coon like that for? She had plenty of game in her then.

"coon" has various slang meanings, more or less derogatory, but it seems clearly an ethnic/racial slur here


— Has still, Ned Lambert said. He does some canvassing for ads.



John Henry Menton's large eyes stared ahead.

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