OMNIUM GATHERUM
--We were only thinking about it, Stephen said.
--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 something for me, he said. Something with a bite in
it. You can do it. I see it in your face. IN THE LEXICON OF YOUTH ...
See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.
--Foot and mouth disease! the editor cried in scornful invective. Great
nationalist meeting in Borris-in-Ossory. All balls! Bulldosing the public!
Give them something with a bite in it. Put us all into it, damn its soul.
Father, Son and Holy Ghost and Jakes M'Carthy.
--We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said.
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