Mr Power gazed at the passing houses with rueful apprehension.

―He had a sudden death, poor fellow, he said.

―The best death, Mr Bloom said.

Their wide open eyes looked at him.

―No suffering, he said. A moment and all is over. Like dying in sleep.

No-one spoke.

Dead side of the street this. Dull business by day, land agents, temperance hotel, Falconer’s railway guide, civil service college, Gill’s, catholic club, the industrious blind. Why? Some reason. Sun or wind. At night too. Chummies and slaveys. Under the patronage of the late Father Mathew. Foundation stone for Parnell. Breakdown. Heart.