Улисс

           Wherearethoseblastedkeys?

           Hefumbledinhispocketpullingoutthecrushedtypesheets.

           —Footandmouth.Iknow.That’llbeallright.That’llgoin.Wherearethey?That’sallright.

           Hethrustthesheetsbackandwentintotheinneroffice.

           LETUSHOPE

           J.J.O’Molloy,abouttofollowhimin,saidquietlytoStephen:

           —Ihopeyouwilllivetoseeitpublished.Myles,onemoment.

           Hewentintotheinneroffice,closingthedoorbehindhim.

           —Comealong,Stephen,theprofessorsaid.Thatisfine,isn’tit?Ithasthepropheticvision.FuitIlium!ThesackofwindyTroy.Kingdomsofthisworld.ThemastersoftheMediterraneanarefellaheentoday.

           Thefirstnewsboycamepatteringdownthestairsattheirheelsandrushedoutintothestreet,yelling:

           —Racingspecial!

           Dublin.Ihavemuch,muchtolearn.

           TheyturnedtotheleftalongAbbeystreet.

           —Ihaveavisiontoo,Stephensaid.

           —Yes?theprofessorsaid,skippingtogetintostep.Crawfordwillfollow.

           Anothernewsboyshotpastthem,yellingasheran:

           —Racingspecial!

           DEARDIRTYDUBLIN

           Dubliners.

           —TwoDublinvestals,Stephensaid,elderlyandpious,havelivedfiftyandfiftythreeyearsinFumbally’slane.

           —Whereisthat?theprofessorasked.

           —OffBlackpitts,Stephensaid.

           Dampnightreekingofhungrydough.Againstthewall.Faceglisteringtallowunderherfustianshawl.Frantichearts.Akasicrecords.Quicker,darlint!

           Onnow.Dareit.Lettherebelife.

           —TheywanttoseetheviewsofDublinfromthetopofNelson’spillar.Theysaveupthreeandtenpenceinaredtinletterboxmoneybox.