"Tap. Tap. Tap.
Pray for him, prayed the bass of Dollard. You who hear in peace. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men, good people. He was the croppy boy.
Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in the Ormond hallway heard growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. General chorus off for a swill to wash it down. Glad I avoided.
- Come on, Ben, Simon Dedalus cried. By God, you're as good as ever you were.
- Better, said Tomgin Kernan. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and honour it is." (U11.1138)