honestly well worth twice the money once in a way, as Wetherup used to remark.

Come, he counselled to close the s�ance.

Seeing that the ruse worked and the coast was clear they left the shelter or shanty together and the �lite society of oilskin and company whom nothing short of an earthquake would move out of their dolce far niente. Stephen, who confessed to still feeling poorly and fagged out, paused at the, for a moment, the door.

One thing I never understood, he said to be original on the spur of the moment. Why they put tables upside down at night, I mean chairs upside down, on the tables in caf�s. To which impromptu the neverfailing Bloom replied without a moment’s hesitation, saying straight off:

To sweep the floor in the morning.