polecat.  CHACUN son gout.  He might be mad.  Dogdays.  Uncertain in his movements.  Good fellow!  Fido!  Good fellow!  Garryowen! (The wolfdog Sprawls on his back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his long black tongue lolling out.) Influence of his surroundings.  Give and have done with it.  Provided nobody. (Calling encouraging words he shambles back with A furtive POACHER’S tread, dogged by the setter into A dark STALESTUNK corner.  He unrolls one parcel and goes to dump the crubeen softly but holds back and feels the Trotter.) Sizeable for threepence.  But then I have it in my left hand.  Calls for more effort.  Why?  Smaller from want of use.  O, let it slide.  Two and six.

(With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and Trotter slide.  The mastiff
mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed,
crunching the bones.  Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant.  They
murmur together.)

The watch:  Bloom.  Of Bloom.  For Bloom.  Bloom.

(Each lays hand on Bloom’s shoulder.)

First watch:  Caught in the act.  Commit no nuisance.

Bloom:  (Stammers) I am doing good to others.

(A covey of gulls, storm PETRELS, rises hungrily from liffey slime with
Banbury cakes in their beaks.)

The gulls:  Kaw kave kankury kake.

Bloom:  The friend of man.  Trained by kindness.

(He points.  Bob Doran, toppling from A high barstool, sways over the
munching Spaniel.)

Bob Doran:  Towser.  Give us the paw.  Give the paw.

(The bulldog growls, his scruff standing, A gobbet of pig’s knuckle
between his molars through which rabid SCUMSPITTLE dribbles.  Bob Doran
fills silently into an area.)

Second watch:  Prevention of cruelty to animals.

Bloom:  (Enthusiastically) A noble work!  I scolded that tramdriver on
Harold’s cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab. 
Bad French I got for my pains.  Of course it was frosty and the last tram. 
All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.