Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 16 Page 51

His heavy glance drowsily roaming about kind of defied their further questions even should they by any chance want to.

That’s a good bit of steel, repeated he, examining his formidable stiletto.

After which harrowing d�nouement sufficient to appal the stoutest he snapped the blade to and stowed the weapon in question away as before in his chamber of horrors, otherwise pocket.

They’re great for the cold steel, somebody who was evidently quite in the dark said for the benefit of them all. That was why they thought the park murders of the invincibles was done by foreigners on account of them using knives.

At this remark passed obviously in the spirit of where ignorance is bliss Mr B. and Stephen, each in his