bloom my spine's a bit limp. go or turn? and this food? eat it and get all pigsticky. absurd i am. waste of money. one and eightpence too much. (the retriever drives a cold snivelling muzzle against his hand, wagging his tail.) strange how they take to me. even that brute today. better speak to him first. like women they like rencontres. stinks like a polecat. chacun son go?t. he might be mad. fido. uncertain in his movements. good fellow! garryowen! (the wolfdog sprawls on his back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his long black tongue lolling out.) influence of his surroundings. give and have done with it. provided nobody. (calling encouraging words he shambles back with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the setter into a dark stalestunk corner. he unrolls one parcel and goes to dump the crubeen softly but holds back and feels the trotter.) sizeable for threepence. but then i have it in my left hand. calls for more effort. why? smaller from want of use. o, let it slide. two and six.
(with regret he lets unrolled crubeen and trotter slide. the mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones. two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant. they murmur together.)the watch bloom. of bloom. for bloom. bloom.
(each lays a hand on blooms shoulder.)
first watch caught in the act. commit no nuisance.
bloom (stammers.) i am doing good to others.
(a covey of gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from liffey slime with banbury cakes in their beaks.)the gulls kaw kave kankury kake.
bloom the friend of man. trained by kindness.
(he points. bob doran, toppling from a high bars tool, sways over the munching spaniel.)bob doran towser. give us the paw. give the paw.
(the bulldog growls, his scruff standing, a gobbet of pigs knuckle between his molars through which rabid scrumspittle dribbles. bob doran falls silently into an area.)second watch prevention of cruelty to animals.