That’s the new Messiah for Ireland! says the citizen. Island of saints and sages!

Well, they’re still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin.

For that matter so are we.

Yes, says J. J., and every male that’s born they think it may be their Messiah. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he’s a father or a mother.

Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan.

O, by God, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. I met him one day in the south city markets buying a tin of Neave’s food six weeks before the wife was delivered.

En ventre sa m�re, says J. J.