All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Law, the classics...

The turf, Lenehan put in.

Literature, the press.

If Bloom were here, the professor said. The gentle art of advertisement.

And Madam Bloom, Mr O’Madden Burke added. The vocal muse. Dublin’s prime favourite.

Lenehan gave a loud cough.

Ahem! he said very softly.

O, for a fresh of breath air! I caught a cold in the park. The gate was open.

“YOU CAN DO IT!”

The editor laid a nervous hand on Stephen’s shoulder.

I want you to write