EUMAEUS
"There she sits, a grasswidow, at the selfsame fireside. Believes me dead, rocked in the cradle of the deep. And there sits uncle Chubb or Tomkin, as the case might be, the publican of the Crown and Anchor, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions. No chair for father. Broo! The wind! Her brandnew arrival is on her knee, postmortem child. With a high ro! and a randy ro! and my galloping tearing tandy, O! Bow to brokenhearted husband D B Murphy." (U16.433)
