Dirt gets rolled up in your navel. Nicer if a nice girl did it. Also I think I. Yes I. Do it in the bath. Curious longing I. Water to water. Combine business with pleasure. Pity no time for massage. Feel fresh then all the day. Funeral be rather glum.

Yes, sir, the chemist said.

That was two and nine. Have you brought a bottle?

No, Mr Bloom said. Make it up, please. I’ll call later in the day and I’ll take one of these soaps. How much are they?

Fourpence, sir.

Mr Bloom raised a cake to his nostrils. Sweet lemony wax.

I’ll take this one, he said. That makes three and a penny.

Yes, sir, the chemist