' Ay, Blazes, says Alf. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time.
- We know him, says the citizen. The traitor's son. We know what put English gold in his pocket.
- rue for you, says Joe.
And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and the circulation of the blood, asking Alf:
- Now, don't you think, Bergan?
- Myler dusted the floor with him, says Alf. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it. Handed him the father and mother of a beating. See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping." (U12.949)