Page 413 (15.145-175) "at the side presents... Urchins shout.)"

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at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom. Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom. He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.

concave (image upright and magnified if within focal length) = tragedy???
level = flat mirror
convex (image upright but smaller) = comedy??? (maybe it's like a funhouse mirror, convex only vertically or only horizontally?)

Nelson/Gladstone/Wellington

Gladstone

Wellington

bonham

At Antonio Rabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the bright arclamp. He disappears. In a moment he reappears and hurries on.)

BLOOM
Fish and taters. N.g. Ah!

(He disappears into Olhausen's, the pork butcher's, under the downcoming rollshutter. A few moments later he emerges from under the shutter, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. In each hand he holds a parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the other a cold sheep's trotter sprinkled with wholepepper. He gasps, standing upright. Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his ribs and groans.)

draft: "Bloom comes round the corner hastily and stops. In each hand he has a paper parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen and a cold sheep's trotter sprinkled with wholepepper, the other two slices of quatern loaf and a tablet of Fry's chocolate. He frowns slightly and hesitates."

his budget will show:

1 Pig's Foot                     0.0.4
1 Sheep's Trotter                0.0.3
1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate     0.1.0
1 Square Soda Bread              0.0.4

BLOOM
Stitch in my side. Why did I run?

(He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the lampset siding. The glow leaps again.)

BLOOM
What is that? A flasher? Searchlight.

(He stands at Cormack's corner, watching.)

BLOOM
Aurora borealis or a steel foundry? Ah, the brigade, of course. South side anyhow. Big blaze. Might be his house. Beggar's bush. We're safe. (He hums cheerfully.) London's burning, London's burning! On fire, on fire! (He catches sight of the navvy lurching through the crowd at the farther side of Talbot street.) I'll miss him. Run. Quick. Better cross here.

♬

(He darts to cross the road. Urchins shout.)

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