Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 12 Page 113

Hanging over the bloody paper with Alf looking for spicy bits instead of attending to the general public. Picture of a butting match, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate. And another one: Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Ga. A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him.

Gob, they ought to drown him in the sea after and electrocute and crucify him to make sure of their job.

But what about the fighting navy, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

I’ll tell you what about it, says the citizen. Hell upon earth it is. Read the revelations that’s going on in the papers about flogging on the