Hecriedabovetheclatterofthewheels。
Iwon’thaveherbastardofanephewruinmyson。Acounter-jumper’sson。Sellingtapesinmycousin，PeterPaulM’Swiney’s。Notlikely。
Heceased。MrBloomglancedfromhisangrymoustachetoMrPower’smildfaceandMartinCunningham’seyesandbeard，gravelyshaking。Noisyselfwilledman。Fullofhisson。Heisright。Somethingtohandon。IflittleRudyhadlived。Seehimgrowup。Hearhisvoiceinthehouse。WalkingbesideMollyinanEtonsuit。Myson。Meinhiseyes。Strangefeelingitwouldbe。Fromme。Justachance。MusthavebeenthatmorninginRaymondterraceshewasatthewindow，watchingthetwodogsatitbythewalloftheceasetodoevil。Andthesergeantgrinningup。Shehadthatcreamgownonwiththeripsheneverstitched。Giveusatouch，Poldy。God，I’mdyingforit。Howlifebegins。
Gotbigthen。HadtorefusetheGreystonesconcert。Mysoninsideher。
Icouldhavehelpedhimoninlife。Icould。Makehimindependent。LearnGermantoo。
Arewelate？MrPowerasked。
Tenminutes，MartinCunninghamsaid，lookingathiswatchMolly。Milly。Samethingwatereddown。Hertomboyoaths。OjumpingJupiter！
Yegodsandlittlefishes！Still，she’sadeargirl。Soonbeawoman。Mullingar。
DearestPapli。Youngstudent。Yes，yes：awomantoo。Life。Life。
Thecarriageheeledoverandback，theirfourtrunksswaying。
Cornymighthavegivenusamorecommodiousyoke，MrPowersaid。
Hemight，MrDedalussaid，ifhehadn’tthatsquinttroublinghim。
Doyoufollowme？
Heclosedhislefteye。MartinCunninghambegantobrushawaycrustcrumbsfromunderhisthighs。
Whatisthis，hesaid，inthenameofGod？Crumbs？
Someoneseemstohavebeenmakingapicnicpartyherelately，MrPowersaid。
Allraisedtheirthighs，eyedwithdisfavourthemildewedbuttonlessleatheroftheseats。MrDedalus，twistinghisnose，frowneddownwardandsaid：
UnlessI’mgreatlymistaken。Whatdoyouthink，Martin？
Itstruckmetoo，MartinCunninghamsaid。
MrBloomsethisthighdown。GladItookthatbath。Feelmyfeetquiteclean。ButIwishMrsFleminghaddarnedthesesocksbetter。
MrDedalussighedresignedly。
Afterall，hesaid，it’sthemostnaturalthingintheworld。
DidTomKernanturnup？MartinCunninghamasked，twirlingthepeakofhisbeardgently。
Yes，MrBloomanswered。He’sbehindwithNedLambertandHynes。
AndCornyKelleherhimself？MrPowerasked。
Atthecemetery，MartinCunninghamsaid。
ImetM’Coythismorning，MrBloomsaid。Hesaidhe’dtrytocome。
Thecarriagehaltedshort。
What’swrong？
We’restopped。
Wherearewe？
MrBloomputhisheadoutofthewindow。
Thegrandcanal，hesaid。
Gasworks。Whoopingcoughtheysayitcures。GoodjobMillynevergotit。Poorchildren！Doublesthemupblackandblueinconvulsions。Shamereally。Gotofflightlywithillnesscompared。Onlymeasles。Flaxseedtea。
Scarlatina，influenzaepidemics。Canvassingfordeath。Don’tmissthischance。Dogs’homeoverthere。PooroldAthos！BegoodtoAthos，Leopold，ismylastwish。Thywillbedone。Weobeytheminthegrave。Adyingscrawl。
Hetookittoheart，pinedaway。Quietbrute。Oldmen’sdogsusuallyare。
Araindropspatonhishat。Hedrewbackandsawaninstantofshowerspraydotsoverthegreyflags。Apart。Curious。Likethroughacolander。
Ithoughtitwould。MybootswerecreakingIremembernow。
Theweatherischanging，hesaidquietly。
Apityitdidnotkeepupfine，MartinCunninghamsaid。
Wantedforthecountry，MrPowersaid。There’sthesunagaincomingout。
MrDedalus，peeringthroughhisglassestowardstheveiledsun，hurledamutecurseatthesky。
It’sasuncertainasachild’sbottom，hesaid。
We’reoffagain。
Thecarriageturnedagainitsstiffwheelsandtheirtrunksswayedgently。
MartinCunninghamtwirledmorequicklythepeakofhisbeard。
TomKernanwasimmenselastnight，hesaid。AndPaddyLeonardtakinghimofftohisface。
Odrawhimout，Martin，MrPowersaideagerly。Waittillyouhearhim，Simon，onBenDollard’ssingingofTheCroppyBoy。
Immense，MartinCunninghamsaidpompously。Hissingingofthatsimpleballad，Martin，isthemosttrenchantrenderingIeverheardinthewholecourseofmyexperience。
Trenchant，MrPowersaidlaughing。He’sdeadnutsonthat。Andtheretrospectivearrangement。
DidyoureadDanDawson’sspeech？MartinCunninghamasked。
Ididnotthen，MrDedalussaid。Whereisit？
Inthepaperthismorning。
MrBloomtookthepaperfromhisinsidepocket。ThatbookImustchangeforher。
No，no，MrDedalussaidquickly。Lateron，please。
MrBloom’sglancetravelleddowntheedgeofthepaper，scanningthedeaths。Callan，Coleman，Dignam，Fawcett，Lowry，Naumann，Peake，whatPeakeisthat？isitthechapwasinCrosbieandAlleyne’s？no，Sexton，Urbright。
Inkedcharactersfastfadingonthefrayedbreakingpaper。ThankstotheLittleFlower。Sadlymissed。Totheinexpressiblegriefofhis。Aged88
afteralongandtediousillness。Month’smind。Quinlan。OnwhosesoulSweetJesushavemercy。ItisnowamonthsincedearHenryfledTohishomeupaboveintheskyWhilehisfamilyweepsandmournshislossHopingsomedaytomeethimonhigh。Itoreuptheenvelope？Yes。WheredidIputherletterafterIreaditinthebath？Hepattedhiswaistcoatpocket。Thereallright。DearHenryfled。Beforemypatienceareexhausted。
Nationalschool。Meade’syard。Thehazard。Onlytwotherenow。Nodding。
Fullasatick。Toomuchboneintheirskulls。Theothertrottingroundwithafare。AnhouragoIwaspassingthere。Thejarviesraisedtheirhats。
Apointsman’sbackstraighteneditselfuprightsuddenlyagainstatramwaystandardbyMrBloom’swindow。Couldn’ttheyinventsomethingautomaticsothatthewheelitselfmuchhandler？Wellbutthatfellowwouldlosehisjobthen？Wellbutthenanotherfellowwouldgetajobmakingthenewinvention？
Antientconcertrooms。Nothingonthere。Amaninabuffsuitwithacrapearmlet。Notmuchgriefthere。Quartermourning。Peopleinlaw，perhaps。
TheywentpastthebleakpulpitofSaintMark’s，undertherailwaybridge，pasttheQueen’stheatre：insilence。Hoardings。EugeneStratton。MrsBandmanPalmer。CouldIgotoseeLeahtonight，Iwonder。IsaidI。OrtheLilyofKillarney？ElsterGrimesOperacompany。Bigpowerfulchange。
Wetbrightbillsfornextweek。FunontheBristol。MartinCunninghamcouldworkapassfortheGaiety。Havetostandadrinkortwo。Asbroadasit’slong。
He’scomingintheafternoon。Hersongs。
Plasto’s。SirPhilipCrampton’smemorialfountainbust。Whowashe？
Howdoyoudo？MartinCunninghamsaid，raisinghispalmtohisbrowinsalute。
Hedoesn’tseeus，MrPowersaid。Yes，hedoes。Howdoyoudo？
Who？MrDedalusasked。
BlazesBoylan，MrPowersaid。Thereheisairinghisquiff。
JustthatmomentIwasthinking。
MrDedalusbentacrosstosalute。FromthedooroftheRedBankthewhitediscofastrawhatflashedreply：passed。
MrBloomreviewedthenailsofhislefthand，thenthoseofhisrighthand。Thenails，yes。Isthereanythingmoreinhimthattheyshesees？
Fascination。WorstmaninDublin。Thatkeepshimalive。TheysometimesfeelwhatapersonIs。Instinct。Butatypelikethat。Mynails。Iamjustlookingatthem：wellpared。Andafter：thinkingalone。Bodygettingabitsofty。Iwouldnoticethatfromremembering。WhatcausesthatIsupposetheskincan’tcontractquicklyenoughwhenthefleshfallsoff。Buttheshapeisthere。Theshapeistherestill。Shoulders。Hips。Plump。Nightofthedancedressing。Shiftstuckbetweenthecheeksbehind。
Heclaspedhishandsbetweenhiskneesand，satisfied，senthisvacantglanceovertheirfaces。
MrPowerasked：
Howistheconcerttourgettingon，Bloom？
Overywell，MrBloomsaid。Iheargreataccountsofit。It’sagoodidea，yousee。
Areyougoingyourself？
Wellno，MrBloomsaid。InpointoffactIhavetogodowntothecountyClareonsomeprivatebusiness。Youseetheideaistotourthechieftowns。Whatyouloseononeyoucanmakeupontheother。
Quiteso，MartinCunninghamsaid。MaryAndersonisuptherenow。
Haveyougoodartists？
LouisWerneristouringher，MrBloomsaid。Oyes，we’llhavealltopnobbers。J。C。DoyleandJohnMacCormackIhopeand。Thebest，infact。
AndMadame，MrPowersaid，smiling。Lastbutnotleast。
MrBloomunclaspedhishandsinagestureofsoftpolitenessandclaspedthem。SmithO’Brien。Someonehaslaidabunchofflowersthere。Woman。
Mustbehisdeathday。Formanyhappyreturns。ThecarriagewheelingbyFarrell’sstatueunitednoiselesslytheirunresistingknees。
Oot：adullgarbedoldmanfromthecurbstonetenderedhiswares，hismouthopening：oot。
Fourbootlacesforapenny。
Wonderwhyhewasstruckofftherolls。HadhisofficeinHumestreet。
SamehouseasMolly’snamesake。Tweedy，crownsolicitorforWaterford。
Hasthatsilkhateversince。Relicsofolddecency。Mourningtoo。Terriblecomedown，poorwretch！kickedaboutlikesnuffatawake。O’Callaghanonhislastlegs。
AndMadame。Twentypasteleven。Up。MrsFlemingisintoclean。
Doingherhair，humming：voglioenonvorrei。No：vorreienon。
Lookingatthetipsofherhairstoseeiftheyaresplit。Mitremaunpocoil。Beautifulonthattrehervoiceis：weepingtone。
Athrust。Athrostle。Thereisawordthrostlethatexpressedthat。
HiseyespassedlightlyoverMrPower’sgoodlookingface。Greyishovertheears。Madame：smiling。Ismiledback。Asmiledoesalongway。
Onlypolitenessperhaps。Nicefellow。Whoknowsisthattrueaboutthewomanhekeeps？Notpleasantforthewife。Yettheysay，whowasittoldme，thereisnocarnal。Youwouldimaginethatwouldgetplayedoutprettyquick。Yes，itwasCroftonmethimoneeveningbringingherapoundofrumpsteak。Whatisthisshewas？BarmaidinJury’s。OrtheMoira，wasit？
TheypassedunderthehugecloakedLiberator’sform。
MartinCunninghamnudgedMrPower。
OfthetribeofReuben，hesaid。
Atallblackbeardedfigure，bentonastick，stumpingroundthecornerofElvery’selephanthouseshowedthemacurvedhandopenonhisspine。
Inallhispristinebeauty，MrPowersaid。
MrDedaluslookedafterthestumpingfigureandsaidmildly：
Thedevilbreakthehaspofyourback！
MrPower，collapsinginlaughter，shadedhisfacefromthewindowasthecarriagepassedGray’sstatue。
Wehaveallbeenthere，MartinCunninghamsaidbroadly。
HiseyesmetMrBloom’seyes。Hecaressedhisbeard，adding：
Well，nearlyallofus。
MrBloombegantospeakwithsuddeneagernesstohiscompanions’faces。
That’sanawfullygoodonethat’sgoingtheroundsaboutReubenJ。andtheson。
Abouttheboatman？MrPowerasked。
Yes。Isn’titawfullygood？
Whatisthat？MrDedalusasked。Ididn’thearit。
Therewasagirlinthecase，MrBloombegan，andhedeterminedtosendhimtotheisleofManoutofharm’swaybutwhentheywereboth……
What？MrDedalusasked。Thatconfirmedbloodyhobbledehoyisit？
Yes，MrBloomsaid。Theywerebothonthewaytotheboatandhetriedtodrown