from inside information extending over a series of years mr bloom was rather inclined to poohpooh the suggestion as egregious balderdash for, pending that consummation devoutly to be or not to be wished for, he was fully cognisant of the fact that their neighbours across the channel, unless they were much bigger fools than he took them for, rather concealed their strength than the opposite. it was quite on a par with the quixotic idea in certain quarters that in a hundred million years the coal seam of the sister island would be played out and if, as time went on, that turned out to be how the cat jumped all he could personally say on the matter was that as a host of contingencies, equally relevant to the issue, might occur ere then it was highly advisable in the interim to try to make the most of both countries, even though poles apart. another little interesting point, the amours of whores and chummies, to put it in common parlance, reminded him irish soldiers had as often fought for england as against her, more so, in fact. and now, why? so the scene between the pair of them, the licensee of the place, rumoured to be or have been fitzharris, the famous invincible, and the other, obviously bogus, reminded him forcibly as being on all fours with the confidence trick, supposing, that is, it was prearranged, as the lookeron, a student of the human soul, if anything, the others seeing least of the game. and as for the lessee or keeper, who probably wasn't the other person at all, he (bloom) couldn't help feeling, and most properly, it was better to give people like that the goby unless you were a blithering idiot altogether and refuse to have anything to do with them as a golden rule in private life and their felonsetting, there always being the offchance of a dannyman coming forward and turning queen's evidence - or king's now - like denis or peter carey, an idea he utterly repudiated. quite apart from that, he disliked those careers of wrongdoing and crime on principle. yet, though such criminal propensities had never been an inmate of his bosom in any shape or form, he certainly did feel, and no denying it (while inwardly remaining what he was), a certain kind of admiration for a man who had actually brandished a knife, cold steel, with the courage of his political convictions though, personally, he would never be a party to any such thing, off the same bat as those love vendettas of the south - have her or swing for her - when the husband frequently, after some words passed between the two concerning her relations with the other lucky mortal (the man having had the pair watched), inflicted fatal injuries onhis adored one as a result of an native postnuptial liaison by plunging his knife into her until it just struck him that fitz, nicknamed skin-the-goat, merely drove the car for the actual perpetrators of the outrage and so was not, if he was reliably informed, actually party to the ambush which, in point of fact, was the plea some legal luminary saved his skin on. in any case that was very ancient history by now and as for our friend, the pseudo skin-the-etcetera, he had transparently outlived his welcome. he ought to have either died naturally or on the scaffold high. like actresses, always farewell - positively last performance then come up smiling again. generous to a fault, of course, temperamental, no economising or any idea of the sort, always snapping at the bone for the shadow. so similarly he had a very shrewd suspicion that mr johnny lever got rid of some #. s. d. in the course of his perambulations round the docks in the congenial atmosphere of the old ireland tavern, come back to erin and so on. then as for the others, he had heard not so long before the same identical lingo, as he told stephen how he simply but effectually silenced the offender.
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