Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 8 Page 92

nothing in the way.

The cane moved out trembling to the left. Mr Bloom’s eye followed its line and saw again the dyeworks’ van drawn up before Drago’s.

Where I saw his brillantined hair just when I was. Horse drooping. Driver in John Long’s. Slaking his drouth.

There’s a van there, Mr Bloom said, but it’s not moving. I’ll see you across. Do you want to go to Molesworth street?

Yes, the stripling answered. South Frederick street.

Come, Mr Bloom said.

He touched the thin elbow gently: then took the limp seeing hand to guide it forward.

Say something to him. Better not do the