Whatisit？MrBloomasked。
ArecentlydiscoveredfragmentofCicero’s，professorMacHughansweredwithpompoftone。Ourlovelyland。ShortbuttothePointWhoseland？MrBloomsaidsimply。
Mostpertinentquestion，theprofessorsaidbetweenhischews。Withanaccentonthewhose。
DanDawson’sland，MrDedalussaid。
Isithisspeechlastnight？MrBloomasked。
NedLambertnodded。
Butlistentothis，hesaid。
ThedoorknobhitMrBloominthesmallofthebackasthedoorwaspushedin。
Excuseme，J。J。O’Molloysaid，entering。
MrBloommovednimblyaside。
Ibegyours，hesaid。
Goodday，Jack。
Comein。Comein。
Goodday。
Howareyou，Dedalus？
Well。Andyourself？
J。J。O’Molloyshookhishead。SadCleverestfellowatthejuniorbarheusedtobe。Declinepoorchap。Thathecticflushspellsfinisforaman。Touchandgowithhim。What’sinthewind，Iwonder。Moneyworry。
Oragainifwebutclimbtheserriedmountainpeaks。
You’relookingextra。
Istheeditortobeseen？J。J。O’Molloyasked，lookingtowardstheinnerdoor。
Verymuchso，professorMacHughsaid。Tobeseenandheard。He’sinhissanctumwithLenehan。
J。J。O’MolloystrolledJotheslopingdeskandbegantoturnbackthepinkpagesofthefile。
Practicedwindling。Amighthavebeen。Losingheart。Gambling。Debtsofhonour。Reapingthewhirlwind。UsedtogetgoodretainersfromD。andT。
Fitzgerald。Theirwigstoshowtheirgreymatter。BrainsontheirsleevelikethestatueinGlasnevin。BelievehedoessomeliteraryworkfortheExpresswithGabrielConroy。Wellreadfellow。MylesCrawfordbeganontheIndependent。Funnythewaythosenewspapermenveeraboutwhentheygetwindofanewopening。Weathercocks。Hotandcoldinthesamebreath。Wouldn’tknowwhichtobelieve。Onestorygoodtillyouhearthenext。Goforoneanotherbaldheadedinthepapersandthenallblowsover。Hailfellowwellmetthenextmoment。
Ah，listentothisforGod’ssake，NedLambertpleaded。Oragainifwebutclimbtheserriedmountainpeaks……
Bombast！theprofessorbrokeintestily。Enoughoftheinflatedwindbag！
Peaks，NedLambertwenton，toweringhighonhigh，tobatheoursouls，asitwere……
Bathehislips，MrDedalussaid。BlessedandeternalGod！Yes？Ishetakinganythingforit？
As’twere，inthepeerlesspanoramaofIreland’sportfolio，unmatched，despitetheirwellpraisedprototypesinothervauntedprizeregions，forverybeauty，ofboskygroveandundulatingplainandlusciouspasturelandofvernalgreen，steepedinthetranscendenttranslucentglowofourmildmysteriousIrishtwilight……HisNativeDoricThemoon，professorMacHughsaid。HeforgotHamlet。
Thatmantlesthevistafarandwideandwaittilltheglowingorbofthemoonshinesforthtoirradiatehersilvereffulgence。
O！MrDedaluscried，givingventtoahopelessgroan，shiteandonions！
That’lldo，Ned。Lifeistooshort。
Hetookoffhissilkhatand，blowingoutimpatientlyhisbushymoustache，welshcombedhishairwithrakingfingers。
NedLamberttossedthenewspaperaside，chucklingwithdelight。AninstantafterahoarsebarkoflaughterburstoverprofessorMacHugh’sunshavenblack-spectacledface。
DoughyDaw！hecried。WhatWetherupsaidAllveryfinetojeeratitnowincoldprintbutitgoesdownlikehotcakethatstuff。Hewasinthebakerylinetoowasn’the？WhytheycallhimDoughyDaw。Featheredhisnestwellanyhow。Daughterengagedtothatchapintheinlandrevenueofficewiththemotor。Hookedthatnicely。Entertainmentsopenhouse。Bigblowout。Wetherupalwayssaidthat。Getagripofthembythestomach。
Theinnerdoorwasopenedviolentlyandascarletbeakedface，crestedbyacomboffeatheryhair，thrustitselfin。Theboldblueeyesstaredaboutthemandtheharshvoiceasked：
Whatisit？
Andherecomestheshamsquirehimself，professorMacHughsaidgrandly。
Getououthat，youbloodyoldpedagogue！theeditorsaidinrecognition。
Come，Ned，MrDedalussaid，puttingonhishat。Imustgetadrinkafterthat。
Drink！theeditorcried。Nodrinksservedbeforemass。
Quiterighttoo，MrDedalussaid，goingout。Comeon，Ned。
NedLambertsidleddownfromthetable。Theeditor’sblueeyesrovedtowardsMrBloom’sface，shadowedbyasmile。
Willyoujoinus，Myles？NedLambertasked。MemorableBattlesRecalledNorthCorkmilitia！theeditorcried，stridingtothemantelpiece。Wewoneverytime！NorthCorkandSpanishofficers！
Wherewasthat，Myles？NedLambertaskedwithareflectiveglanceathistoecaps。
InOhio！theeditorshouted。
Soitwas，begad，NedLambertagreed。
Passingout，hewhisperedtoJ。J。O’Molloy：
Incipientjigs。Sadcase。
Ohio！theeditorcrowedinhightreblefromhisupliftedscarletface。MyOhio！
APerfectcretic！theprofessorsaid。Long，shortandlong。O，HarpEolianHetookareelofdentalflossfromhiswaistcoatpocketand，breakingoffapiece，twangeditsmartlybetweentwoandtwoofhisresonantunwashedteeth。
Bingbang，bangbang。
MrBloom，seeingthecoastclear，madefortheinnerdoor。
Justamoment，MrCrawford，hesaid。Ijustwanttophoneaboutanad。
Hewentin。
Whataboutthatleaderthisevening？professorMacHughasked，comingtotheeditorandlayingafirmhandonhisshoulder。
That’llbeallright，MylesCrawfordsaidmorecalmly。Neveryoufret。Hello，Jack。That’sallright。
Goodday，Myles。J。J。O’Molloysaid，lettingthepagesheheldsliplimplybackonthefile。IsthatCanadaswindlecaseontoday？
Thetelephonewhirredinside。
Twentyeight……No，twenty……Doublefour。Yes。SpottheWinnerLenehancameoutoftheinnerofficewithSportstissues。
WhowantsadeadcertfortheGoldcup？heasked。SceptrewithO。
Maddenup。
Hetossedthetissuesontothetable。
Screamsofnewsboysbarefootinthehallrushednearandthedoorwasflungopen。
Hush，Lenehansaid。Ihearfeetstoops。
ProfessorMacHughstrodeacrosstheroomandseizedthecringingurchinbythecollarastheothersscamperedoutofthehallanddownthesteps。
Thetissuesrustledupinthedraught，floatedsoftlyintheairbluescrawlsandunderthetablecametoearth。
Itwasn’tme，sir。Itwasthebigfellowshovedme，sir。
Throwhimoutandshutthedoor，theeditorsaid。There’sahurricaneblowing。
Lenehanbegantopawthetissuesupfromthefloor，gruntingashestoopedtwice。
Waitingfortheracingspecial，sir，thenewsboysaid。ItwasPatFarrelshovedme，sir。
Hepointedtotwofacespeeringinroundthedoor-frame。
Him，sir。
Outofthiswithyou，professorMacHughsaidgruffly。
Hehustledtheboyoutandbangedthedoorto。
J。J。O’Molloyturnedthefilescrackinglyover，murmuring，seeking：
Continuedonpagesix，columnfour。
Yes……EveningTelegraphhere，MrBloomphonedfromtheinneroffice。Istheboss……？Yes，Telegraph……Towhere？……Aha！Whichauctionrooms？……Aha！Isee……Right。I’llcatchhim。ACollisionensuesThebellwhirredagainasherangoff。HecameinquicklyandbumpedagainstLenehanwhowasstrugglingupwiththesecondtissue。
Pardon，monsieur，Lenehansaid，clutchinghimforaninstantandmakingagrimace。
Myfault，MrBloomsaid，sufferinghisgrip。Areyouhurt？I’minahurry。
Knee，Lenehansaid。
Hemadeacomicfaceandwhined，rubbinghisknee。
TheaccumulationoftheannoDomini。
Sorry，MrBloomsaid。
Hewenttothedoorand，holdingitajar，paused。J。J。O’Molloyslappedtheheavypagesover。Thenoiseoftwoshrillvoices，amouthorgan，echoedinthebarehallwayfromthenewsboyssquattedonthedoorsteps：WearetheboysofWexfordWhofoughtwithheartandhand。ExitBloomI’mjustrunningroundtoBachelor’swalk，MrBloomsaid，aboutthisadofKeyes’s。Wanttofixitup。Theytellmehe’sroundthereinDillon’s。
Helookedindecisivelyforamomentattheirfaces。Theeditorwho，leaningagainstthemantelshelf，hadproppedhisheadonhishandsuddenlystretchedforthanarmamply。
Begone！hesaid。Theworldisbeforeyou。
Backinnotime，MrBloomsaid，hurryingout。
J。J。O’MolloytookthetissuesfromLenehan’shandandreadthem，blowingthemapartgently，withoutcomment。
He’llgetthatadvertisement，theprofessorsaid，staringthroughhisblackrimmedspectaclesoverthecrossblind。Lookattheyoungscampsafterhim。
Show！Where？Lenehancried，runningtothewindow。AStreetCortegeBothsmiledoverthecrossblindatthefileofcaperingnewsboysinMrBloom’swake，thelastzigzaggingwhiteonthebreezeamockingkite，atailofwhitebowknots。
Lookattheyoungguttersnipebehindhimhueandcry，Lenehansaid，andyou’llkick。O，myribrisible！Takingoffhisflatspaugsandthewalk。Smallnines。Stealuponlarks。
HebegantomazurkainswiftcaricatureacrosstheflooronslidingfeetpastthefireplacetoJ。J。O’Molloywhoplacedthetissuesinhisreceivinghands。
What’sthat？MylesCrawfordsaidwithastart。Wherearetheothertwogone？
Who？theprofessorsaid，turning。They’regoneroundtotheOvalforadrink。PaddyHooperistherewithJackHall。Cameoverlastnight。
Comeonthen，MylesCrawfordsaid。Where’smyhat？
Hewalkedjerkilyintotheofficebehind，partingtheventofhisjacket，jinglinghiskeysinhisbackpocket。Theyjingledthenintheairandagainstthewoodashelockedhisdeskdrawer。
He’sprettywellon，professorMacHughsaidinalowvoIce。
Seemstobe，J。J。O’Molloysaid，takingoutacigarettecaseinmurmuringmeditation，butitisnotalwaysasitseems。Whohasthemostmatches？TheCalumetofPeaceHeofferedacigarettetotheprofessorandtookonehimself。Lenehanpromptlystruckamatchforthemandlittheircigarettesinturn。J。J。O’Molloyopenedhiscaseagainandofferedit。
Thankyvous，Lenehansaid，helpinghimself。
Theeditorcamefromtheinneroffice，astrawhatawryonhisbrow。
Hedeclaimedinsong，pointingsternlyatprofessorMacHugh：’Twasrankandfamethattemptedthee，’Twasempirecharmedthyheart。Theprofessorgrinned，lockinghislonglips。
Eh？YoubloodyoldRomanempire？MylesCrawfordsaid。
Hetookacigarettefromtheopencase。Lenehan，lightingitforhimwithquickgrace，said：
Silenceformybrandnewriddle！