Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 12 Page 139

Aha! cried he of the pleasant countenance.

A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! ’Tis a merry rogue.

So in comes Martin asking where was Bloom.

Where is he? says Lenehan. Defrauding widows and orphans.

Isn’t that a fact, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about Bloom and the Sinn Fein?

That’s so, says Martin. Or so they allege.

Who made those allegations? says Alf.

I, says Joe. I’m the alligator.

And after all, says John Wyse, why can’t a jew love his country like the next fellow?

Why not? says J. J., when he’s