i could ask him perhaps about how to pronounce that voglio. but then if he didn't know only make it awkward for him. better not.
-- we can do that, the foreman said. have you the design?
-- i can get it, mr bloom said. it was in a kilkenny paper. he has a house there too. i'll just run out and ask him. well, you can do that and just a little par calling attention. you know the usual. high class licensed premises. longfelt want. so on.
the foreman thought for an instant.
-- we can do that, he said. let him give us a three months' renewal.
a typesetter brought him a limp galleypage. he began to check it silently. mr bloom stood by, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching the silent typesetters at their cases.
orthographical
want to be sure of his spelling. proof fever. martin cunningham forgot to give us his spellingbee conundrum this morning. it is amusing to view the unpar one ar alleled embarra two ars is it? double ess ment of a harassed pedlar while gauging au the symmetry of a peeled pear under a cemetery wall. silly, isn't it? cemetery put in of course on account of the symmetry.
i could have said when he clapped on his topper. thank you. i ought to have said something about an old hat or something. no, i could have said. looks as good as new now. see his phizthen.
sllt. the nethermost deck of the first machine jogged forwards its flyboard with slit the first batch of quirefolded papers. sllt. almost human the way it sllt to call attention. doing its level best to speak. that door too slit creaking, asking to be shut. everything speaks in its own way. sllt.
noted churchman an occasional contributorthe foreman handed back the galleypage suddenly, saying:
-- wait. where's the archbishop's letter? it's to be repeated in the telegraph. where's what's his name?
he looked about him round his loud unanswering machines.
-- monks, sir? a voice asked from the castingbox.
-- ay. where's monks?
-- monks!
mr bloom took up his cutting. time to get out.