t in principle； at all events； was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession； as voicing the trend of modern Opinion； a partiality； however； which； realising his mistake； he was subsequently partially cured of； and even was twitted with going a step further than Michael Davitt in the striking views he at one time inculcated as a backtothelander； which was one reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him in so barefaced a fashion at the gathering of the clans in Barney Kiernan's so that he； though often considerably misunderstood and the least pugnacious of mortals； be it repeated； departed from his customary habit to give him （metaphorically） one in the gizzard though so far as politics themselves were concerned； he was only too conscious of the casualties invariably resulting from propaganda and displays of mutual animosity and the misery and suffering it entailed as a foregone conclusion on fine young fellows； chiefly； destruction of the fittest； in a word。
Anyhow； upon weighing the pros and cons； getting on for one as it was； it was high time to be retiring for the night。 The crux was it was a bit risky to bring him home as eventualities might possibly ensue （somebody having a temper of her own sometimes） and spoil the hash altogether as on the night he misguidedly brought home a dog （breed unknown） with a lame paw； not that the cases were either identical or the reverse； though he had hurt his hand too； to Ontario Terrace； as he very distinctly remembered； having been there； so to speak。 On the other hand it was altogether far and away too late for the Sandymount or Sandycove suggestion so that he was in some perplexity as to which of the two alternatives。。。 Everything pointed to the fact that it behoved him to avail himself to the full of the opportunity； all things considered。 His initial impression was that he was a bit standoffish or not over effusive but it grew on him someway。 For one thing he mightn't what you call jump at the idea； if approached； and what mostly worried him was he didn't know how to lead up to it or word it exactly； supposing he did entertain the proposal； as it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he would allow him to help to put coin in his way or some wardrobe； if found suitable。 At all events he wound up by concluding； eschewing for the nonce hidebound precedent； a cup of Epps's cocoa and a shakedown for the night plus the use of a rug or two and overcoat doubled into a pillow。 At least he would be in safe hands and as warm as a toast on a trivet。 He failed to perceive any very vast amount of harm in that always with the proviso no rumpus of any sort was kicked up。 A move had to be made because that merry old soul； the grasswidower in question； who appeared to be glued to the spot； didn't appear in any particular hurry to wend his way home to his dearly beloved Queenstown and it was highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties off Sheriff street lower would be the best clue to that equivocal character's whereabouts for a few days to e； alternately racking their feelings （the mermaids'） with sixchamber revolver anecdotes verging on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble gusto to the acpaniment of large potations of potheen and the usual blarney about himself for as to who he in reality was let XX equal my right name and address； as Mr Algebra remarks passim。 At the same time he inwardly chuckled over his repartee to the blood and ouns champion about his God being a jew。 People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep。 The most vulnerable point too of tender Achilles； your God was a jew； because mostly they appeared to imagine he came from Carrick…on…Shannon or somewhere about in the county Sligo。
I propose； our hero eventually suggested； after mature reflection while prudently pocketing her photo； as it's rather stuffy here； you just e with me and talk things over。 My diggings are quite close in the vicinity。 You can't drink that stuff。 Wait； I'll just pay this lot。
The best plan clearly being to clear out； the remainder being plain sailing； he beckoned； while prudently pocketing the photo； to the keeper of the shanty； who didn't seem to。。。
Yes； that's the best； he assured Stephen； to whom for the matter of that Brazen Head or him or anywhere else was all more or less。
All kinds of Utopian plans were flashing through his （Bloom's） busy brain。 Education （the genuine article）； literature； journalism； prize titbits； up to date billing； hydros and concert tours in English watering resorts packed with theatres； turning money away； duets in Italian with the accent perfectly true to nature and a quantity of other things； no necessity of course to tell the world and his wife from the housetops about it and a slice of luck。 An opening was all was wanted。 Because he more than suspected he had his father's voice to bank his hopes on which it was quite on the cards he had so it would be just as well； by the way no harm； to trail the conversation in the direction of that particular red herring just to。
The cabby read out of the paper he had got hold of that the former viceroy； earl Cadogan； had presided at the cabdrivers' association dinner in London somewhere。 Silence with a yawn or two acpanied this thrilling announcement。 Then the old specimen in the corner who appeared to have some spark of vitality left read out that Sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect。 To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why。 … Give us a squint at that literature； grandfather； the ancient mariner put in； manifesting some natural impatience。
And wele； answered the elderly party thus addressed。
The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears。
Are you bad in the eyes？ the sympathetic personage like the town clerk queried。
Why； answered the seafarer with the tartan beard； who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small way； staring out of sea…green portholes as you might well describe them as； I uses goggles reading。 Sand in the Red Sea done that。 One time I could read a book in the dark； manner of speaking。 The Arabian Nights' Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a Rose is She。
Thereupon he pawed the journal open and pored upon Lord only knows what； found drowned or the exploits of King Willow； Iremonger having made a hundred and something second wicket not out for Notts； during which time （pletely regardless of Ire） the keeper was intensely occupied loosening an apparently new or secondhand boot which manifestly pinched him； as he muttered against whoever it was sold it； all of them who were sufficiently awake enough to be picked out by their facial expressions； that is to say； either simply looking on glumly or passing a trivial remark。
To cut a long story short Bloom； grasping the situation； was the first to rise to his feet so as not to outstay their wele having first and foremost； being as good as his word that he would foot the bill for the occasion； taken the wise precaution to unobtrusively motion to mine host as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the others were not looking to the effect that the amount due was forthing； making a grand total of fourpence （the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers； literally the last of the Mohicans） he having previously spotted on the printed pricelist for all who ran to read opposite to him in unmistakable figures； coffee 2d。； confectionery do。； and honestly well worth twice the money once in a way； as Wetherup used to remark。 … e； he counselled； to close the séance。
Seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear； they left the shelter or shanty together and the élite society of oil skin and pany whom nothing short Of an earthquake would move out of their dolce far niente。 Stephen； who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out； paused at the； for a moment。。。 the door to。。。
One thing I never understood； he said； to be original on the spur of the moment； why they put tables upside down at night； I mean chairs upside down on the tables In cafes。
To which impromptu the never failing Bloom replied without a moment's hesitation； saying straight off：
To sweep the floor in the morning。
So saying he skipped around nimbly； considering frankly； at the same time apologetic； to get on his panion's right； a habit of his； by the by； the right side being； in classical idiom； his tender Achilles。 The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was a bit weak on his pins。
It will （the air） do you good； Bloom said； meaning also the walk； in a moment。 The only thing is to walk then you'll feel a different man。 It's not far。 Lean on me。
Accordingly he passed his left arm in Stephen's right and led him on accordingly。
Yes； Stephen said uncertainly； because he thought he felt a strange kind of flesh of a different man approach him； sinewless and wobbly and all that。
Anyhow； they passed the sentrybox with stones； brazier； etc。 where the municipal supernumerary； ex…Gumley； was still to all intents and purposes wrapped in the arms of Murphy； as the adage has it； dreaming of fresh fields and pastures new。 And apropos of coffin of stones； the analogy was not at all bad； as it was in fact a stoning to death on the part of seventytwo out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the time of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class； probably the selfsame evicted tenants he had put in their holdings。
So they passed on to chatting about music； a form of art for which Bloom； as a pure amateur； possessed the greatest love； as they made tracks arm…in…arm across Beresford place。 Wagnerian music； though confessedly grand in its way； was a bit too heavy for Bloom and hard to follow at the first go…off but the music of Mercadante's Huguenots； Meyerbeer's Seven Words on the Cross； and Mozart's Twelfth Mass； he simply revelled in； the Gloria in that being to his mind the acme of first class music as such； literally knocking everything else into a cocked hat。 He infinitely preferr