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 office with the motor. Hooked that nicely. Entertainments. Open house. Big blowout. Wetherup always said that. Get a grip of them by the stomach.
The inner door was opened violently and a scarlet beaked face, crested by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in. The bold blue eyes stared about them and the harsh voice asked:
—What is it?
—And here comes the sham squire himself! professor MacHugh said grandly.
—Getonouthat, you bloody old pedagogue! the editor said in recognition.
—Come, Ned, Mr Dedalus said, putting on his hat. I must get a drink after that.
—Drink! the editor cried. No drinks served before mass.
—Quite right too, Mr Dedalus said, going out. Come on, Ned.
Ned Lambert sidled down from the table. The editor’s blue eyes roved towards Mr Bloom’s face, shadowed by a smile.
—Will you join us, Myles? Ned Lambert asked.
It dawned on me that I hadn’t drawn all the men in the room. I thought it would be important to have at least one drawing with everyone in it. It actually took me a few tries to figure out exactly how many people were in the room at this point. So far I believe it’s Bloom, Dedalus, Ned Lambert, professor MacHugh, and J. J. O’Molloy with Myles Crawford entering in this passage. I wondered what the point was of having all of these characters in the room. According to Cliff Notes it’s meant to give you the feeling that there is no space in the room for Bloom. ( source )