LOTUS-EATERS
— Hello, Bloom. Where are you off to?
— Hello, M'Coy. Nowhere in particular.
— How's the body?
— Fine. How are you?
— Just keeping alive, M'Coy said.
His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect:
— Is there any... no trouble I hope? I see you're...
— O, no, Mr Bloom said. Poor Dignam, you know. The funeral is today.
— To be sure, poor fellow. So it is. What time?" (U5.84)
