Mr Bloom moved nimbly aside.

I beg yours, he said.

Good day, Jack.

Come in. Come in.

Good day.

How are you, Dedalus?

Well. And yourself?

J. J. O’Molloy shook his head.

SAD

Cleverest fellow at the junior bar he used to be. Decline, poor chap. That hectic flush spells finis for a man.

Touch and go with him. What’s in the wind, I wonder. Money worry.

Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.

You’re looking extra.