Rewarded by smiles he fell back and spoke with Corny Kelleher, accepting the dockets given him, turning them over and scanning them as he walked.

―That’s all done with a purpose, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes.

―I know, Hynes said, I know that.

―To cheer a fellow up, Martin Cunningham said. It’s pure good-heartedness: damn the thing else.

Mr Bloom admired the caretaker’s prosperous bulk. All want to be on good terms with him. Decent fellow, John O’Connell, real good sort. Keys: like Keyes’s ad: no fear of anyone getting out, no passout checks. Habeat corpus.