So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he, trying to muck out of it:

Or also living in different places.

That covers my case, says Joe.

What is your nation if I may ask? says the citizen.

Ireland, says Bloom. I was born here. Ireland.

The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his gullet and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner.

After you with the push, Joe, says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry.

Here you are, citizen, says Joe. Take that in your right hand and repeat after me the following words.