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t present under the mode in the return room and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good。 He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made known。
Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction。
He is gone from mortal haunts： O'Dignam； sun of our morning。 Fleet was his foot on the bracken： Patrick of the beamy brow。 Wail； Banba； with your wind： and wail； O ocean； with your whirlwind。
There he is again； says the citizen； staring out。
Who？ says I。
Bloom； says he。 He's on point duty up and down there for the last ten minutes。
And； begob； I saw his physog do a peep in and then slidder off again。
Little Alf was knocked bawways。 Faith； he was。
Good Christ！ says he。 I could have sworn it was him。
And says Bob Doran； with the hat on the back of his poll； lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence：
Who said Christ is good？
I beg your parsnips； says Alf。
Is that a good Christ； says Bob Doran； to take away poor little Willy Dignam？
Ah； well； says Alf； trying to pass it off。 He's over all his troubles。
But Bob Doran shouts out of him。
He's a bloody ruffian I say； to take away poor little Willy Dignam。
Terry came down and tipped him the wink to keep quiet； that they didn't want that kind of talk in a respectable licensed premises。 And Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam； true as you're there。
The finest man； says he； snivelling； the finest purest character。
The tear is bloody near your eye。 Talking through his bloody hat。 Fitter for him to go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married； Mooney； the bumbailiff's daughter。 Mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street that used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her； exposing her person； open to all ers； fair field and no favour。
The noblest； the truest； says he。 And he's gone； poor little Willy； poor little Paddy Dignam。
And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven。
Old Garryowen started growling again at Bloom that was skeezing round the door。
e in； e on； he won't eat you； says the citizen。
So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there。
O； Christ M'Keown； says Joe； reading one of the letters。 Listen to this； will you？
And he starts reading out one。
7； Hunter Street； Liverpool。
To the High Sheriff of Dublin； Dublin。
Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the above…mentioned painful case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of February 1900 and i hanged。。。
Show us； Joe； says I。
。。。 private Arthur Chace for fowl murder of Jessie Tilsit in Pentonville prison and i was assistant when。。。
Jesus； says I。
。。。 Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith。。。
The citizen made a grab at the letter。
Hold hard； says Joe； i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain； honoured sir' my teas is five ginnese。
H。 Rumbold；
Master Barber。
And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too； says the citizen。
And the dirty scrawl of the wretch； says Joe。 Here； says he； take them to hell out of my sight； Alf。 Hello； Bloom； says he； what will you have？
So they started arguing about the point； Bloom saying he wouldn't and couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he said well he'd just take a cigar。 Gob； he's a prudent member and no mistake。
Give us one of your prime stinkers； Terry； says Joe。
And Alf was telling us there was one chap sent in a mourning card with a black border round it。
They're all barbers； says he； from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses。
And he was telling us there's two fellows waiting below to pull his heels down when he gets the drop and choke him properly and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob a skull。
In the dark land they bide； the vengeful knights of the razor。 Their deadly coil they grasp： yea； and therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever wight hath done a deed of blood for I will on nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord。
So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom es out with the why and the wherefore and all the codology of the business and the old dog smelling him all the time I'm told those Jewies does have a sort of a queer odour ing off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on。
There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on； says Alf。
What's that？ says Joe。
The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged； says Alf。
That so？ says Joe。
God's truth； says Alf。 I heard that from the head warder that was in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady； the invincible。 He told me when they cut him down after the drop it was standing up in their faces like a poker。
Ruling passion strong in death； says Joe； as someone said。
That can be explained by science； says Bloom。 It's only a natural phenomenon； don't you see； because on account of the。。。
And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other phenomenon。
The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would； according to the best approved traditions of medical science； be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres； causing the pores of the cobra cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the human anatomy known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been dominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis。
So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word and he starts gassing out of him about the invincibles and the old guard and the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with him about all the fellows that were hanged； drawn and transported for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this； that and the other。 Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so he ought。 Mangy ravenous brute sniffling and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs and round he goes to Bob Doran that was standing Alf a half one sucking up for what he could get。 So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him：
Give us the paw！ Give the paw； doggy！ Good old doggy。 Give us the paw here！ Give us the paw！
Arrah！ bloody end to the paw he'd paw and Alf trying to keep him from tumbling off the bloody stool atop of the bloody old dog and he talking all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog： give you the bloody pip。 Then he starts scraping a few bits of old biscuit out of the bottom of a Jacob's tin he told Terry to bring。 Gob； he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him a yard long for more。 Near ate the tin and all； hungry bloody mongrel。
And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point； the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country； the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land。 And Bloom； of course； with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face。 Phenomenon！ The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley。 Time they were stopping up in the City Arms Pisser Burke told me there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to get the soft side of her doing the mollycoddle playing bézique to e in for a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk。 And one time he