#182 EXIT BLOOM

#182 EXIT BLOOM

EXIT BLOOM —I’m just running round to Bachelor’s walk, Mr Bloom said, about this ad of Keyes’s. Want to fix it up. They tell me he’s round there in Dillon’s. He looked indecisively for a moment at their faces. The editor who, leaning against the mantelshelf, had...
#181 A COLLISION ENSUES

#181 A COLLISION ENSUES

A COLLISION ENSUES The bell whirred again as he rang off. He came in quickly and bumped against Lenehan who was struggling up with the second tissue. —Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan said, clutching him for an instant and making a grimace. —My fault, Mr Bloom said,...
#180 SPOT THE WINNER

#180 SPOT THE WINNER

SPOT THE WINNER Lenehan came out of the inner office with Sport‘s tissues. —Who wants a dead cert for the Gold cup? he asked. Sceptre with O. Madden up. He tossed the tissues on to the table. Screams of newsboys barefoot in the hall rushed near and the door was flung...
#179 O, HARP EOLIAN!

#179 O, HARP EOLIAN!

O, HARP EOLIAN! He took a reel of dental floss from his waistcoat pocket and, breaking off a piece, twanged it smartly between two and two of his resonant unwashed teeth. —Bingbang, bangbang. Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door. —Just a moment,...
#178 MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED

#178 MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED

MEMORABLE BATTLES RECALLED —North Cork militia! the editor cried, striding to the mantelpiece. We won every time! North Cork and Spanish officers! —Where was that, Myles? Ned Lambert asked with a reflective glance at his toecaps. —In Ohio! the editor shouted. —So it...
#177 WHAT WETHERUP SAID

#177 WHAT WETHERUP SAID

WHAT WETHERUP SAID All very fine to jeer at it now in cold print but it goes down like hot cake that stuff. He was in the bakery line too, wasn’t he? Why they call him Doughy Daw. Feathered his nest well anyhow. Daughter engaged to that chap in the inland revenue...