Mr Bloom on his way out raised three fingers in greeting.

―So long, Nosey Flynn said.

The others turned.

―That’s the man now that gave it to me, Bantam Lyons whispered.

―Prrwht! Paddy Leonard said with scorn. Mr Byrne, sir, we’ll take two of your small Jamesons after that and a⁠ ⁠…

―Stone ginger, Davy Byrne added civilly.

―Ay, Paddy Leonard said. A suckingbottle for the baby.

Mr Bloom walked towards Dawson street, his tongue brushing his teeth smooth. Something green it would have to be: spinach say. Then with those Röntgen rays searchlight you could.