They passed under the hugecloaked Liberator’s form.

Martin Cunningham nudged Mr Power.

Of the tribe of Reuben, he said.

A tall blackbearded figure, bent on a stick, stumping round the corner of Elvery’s Elephant house, showed them a curved hand open on his spine.

In all his pristine beauty, Mr Power said.

Mr Dedalus looked after the stumping figure and said mildly:

The devil break the hasp of your back!

Mr Power, collapsing in laughter, shaded his face from the window as the carriage passed Gray’s statue.

We have all been there, Martin Cunningham said broadly.