Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 6 Page 35

I can’t make out why the corporation doesn’t run a tramline from the parkgate to the quays, Mr Bloom said. All those animals could be taken in trucks down to the boats.

Instead of blocking up the thoroughfare, Martin Cunningham said. Quite right. They ought to.

Yes, Mr Bloom said, and another thing I often thought, is to have municipal funeral trams like they have in Milan, you know. Run the line out to the cemetery gates and have special trams, hearse and carriage and all.

Don’t you see what I mean?

O, that be damned for a story, Mr Dedalus said. Pullman car and saloon diningroom.

A poor lookout for Corny, Mr Power added.

Why? Mr Bloom asked, turning to Mr Dedalus. Wouldn’t