Klook Klook Klook. Black Liz is our hen. She lays eggs for us. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Gara. Klook Klook Klook. Then comes good uncle Leo. He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg. Ga ga ga ga Gara. Klook Klook Klook.

Anyhow, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house of commons.

Are you sure, says Bloom, the councillor is going? I wanted to see him, as it happens.

Well, he’s going off by the mailboat, says Joe, tonight.

That’s too bad, says Bloom. I wanted particularly. Perhaps only Mr Field is going.

I couldn’t phone. No. You’re sure?

Nannan’s