Page 416 (15.239-267) "BLOOM O! ...running chaps?"

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BLOOM
O!

(Shocked, on weak hams, he halts. Tommy and Jacky vanish there, there. Bloom pats with parcelled hands watchfob, pocketbookpocket, pursepocket, sweets of sin, potatosoap.)

"hams" = backs of thighs


BLOOM
Beware of pickpockets. Old thieves' dodge. Collide. Then snatch your purse.

(The retriever approaches sniffing, nose to the ground. A sprawled form sneezes. A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the long caftan of an elder in Zion and a smokingcap with magenta tassels. Horned spectacles hang down at the wings of the nose. Yellow poison streaks are on the drawn face.)

 the spaniel above (p411) is one type of retriever

draft: "A stooped bearded figure appears beside him, in horned spectacles dressed in a long caftan embroidered with dogs' heads and wearing a smoking cap with crimson tassel.
Rudolph: Half crown wasted. I told you not go with drunken goys ever.
Bloom: I know.
He looks down, conscious of error, feeling through the paper a warm crubeen and a cold trotter.
Rudolph: What are you doing? Are you not my son Leopold?
Bloom: Yes, father.
Rudolph: (severely) One night they bring you home drunk as a dog after spend your good money. What you call those running chaps?"

"dogs' heads" (Rudolph loved his dog Athos: "Poor old Athos! Be good to Athos, Leopold, is my last wish." p87)


RUDOLPH
Second halfcrown waste money today. I told you not go with drunken goy ever. So you catch no money.

halfcrown = 2/6 = 30p
4p (pigsfoot) + 3p (trotter) + 1/0 (chocolate) + 4p (bread) = 1/11 = 23p

Bloom himself would never use the derogatory "goy"


BLOOM
(Hides the crubeen and trotter behind his back and, crestfallen, feels warm and cold feetmeat.) Ja, ich weiss, papachi.




RUDOLPH
What you making down this place? Have you no soul? (With feeble vulture talons he feels the silent face of Bloom.) Are you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? Are you not my dear son Leopold who left the house of his father and left the god of his fathers Abraham and Jacob?

(could Rudolph have believed it was Poldy who strayed from Judaism, rather than Rudolph himself who'd officially converted to Protestantism?)


BLOOM
(With precaution.) I suppose so, father. Mosenthal. All that's left of him.




RUDOLPH
(Severely.) One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. What you call them running chaps?

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