WANDERING ROCKS
"Phlegmy coughs shook the air of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtains. The shopman's uncombed grey head came out and his unshaven reddened face, coughing. He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the floor. He put his boot on what he had spat, wiping his sole along it, and bent, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired.
Mr Bloom beheld it.
Mastering his troubled breath, he said:
— I'll take this one.
The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum.
— Sweets of Sin, he said, tapping on it. That's a good one." (U10.632)
