cart.

There he is, Lenehan said.

Wonder what he’s buying, M’Coy said, glancing behind.

Leopoldo or the Bloom is on the Rye, Lenehan said.

He’s dead nuts on sales, M’Coy said. I was with him one day and he bought a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob. There were fine plates in it worth double the money, the stars and the moon and comets with long tails. Astronomy it was about.

Lenehan laughed.

I’ll tell you a damn good one about comets’ tails, he said. Come over in the sun.

They crossed to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by the riverwall.