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Page 72 (5.141-173) "Wife well... will you?"

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— Wife well, I suppose? M'Coy's changed voice said.
— O yes, Mr Bloom said. Tiptop, thanks.
He unrolled the newspaper baton idly and read idly:

What is home without
Plumtree's Potted Meat?
Incomplete.
With it an abode of bliss.

— My missus has just got an engagement. At least it's not settled yet.
Valise tack again. By the way no harm. I'm off that, thanks.
Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.
— My wife too, he said. She's going to sing at a swagger affair in the Ulster hall, Belfast, on the twentyfifth.

a week from Saturday

— That so? M'Coy said. Glad to hear that, old man. Who's getting it up?
Mrs Marion Bloom. Not up yet. Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and. No book. Blackened court cards laid along her thigh by sevens. Dark lady and fair man. Cat furry black ball. Torn strip of envelope.

"The maid was in the garden... The king was in his countinghouse... Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and." [cite]
"by sevens" (maybe, eg: yourself, your house, what you expect, what you don't expect, a great surprise, what is sure to come true, and the wish cite. Or: the past situation, the present situation, developments in the near future, what you don't expect, people around you, obstacles and opposition, the outcome cite)
Molly will remember the morning's cards in ch18

Love's
Old
Sweet
Song
Comes lo-ve's old...

— It's a kind of a tour, don't you see? Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Sweeeet song. There's a committee formed. Part shares and part profits.
M'Coy nodded, picking at his moustache stubble.
— O well, he said. That's good news.

Delaney: [204]

He moved to go.
— Well, glad to see you looking fit, he said. Meet you knocking around.
— Yes, Mr Bloom said.
— Tell you what, M'Coy said. You might put down my name at the funeral, will you? I'd like to go but I mightn't be able, you see. There's a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and then the coroner and myself would have to go down if the body is found. You just shove in my name if I'm not there, will you?

mysteries:

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