—­The gunboat, the keeper said.

—­It beats me, Mr Bloom confided to Stephen, medically I am speaking, how a wretched creature like that from the Lock hospital reeking with disease can be barefaced enough to solicit or how any man in his sober senses, if he values his health in the least.  Unfortunate creature!  Of course I suppose some man is ultimately responsible for her condition.  Still no matter what the cause is from ...

Stephen had not noticed her and shrugged his shoulders, merely remarking: 

—­In this country people sell much more than she ever had and do a roaring trade.  Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul.  She is a bad merchant.  She buys dear and sells cheap.

The elder man, though not by any manner of means an old maid or a prude, said it was nothing short of a crying scandal that ought to be put a stop to Instanter to say that women of that stamp (quite apart from any oldmaidish squeamishness on the subject), a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the proper authorities, a thing, he could truthfully state, he, as a paterfamilias, was a stalwart advocate of from the very first start.  Whoever embarked on a policy of the sort, he said, and ventilated the matter thoroughly would confer a lasting boon on everybody concerned.

—­You as a good catholic, he observed, talking of body and soul, believe in the soul.  Or do you mean the intelligence, the brainpower as such, as distinct from any outside object, the table, let us say, that cup.  I believe in that myself because it has been explained by competent men as the convolutions of the grey matter.  Otherwise we would never have such inventions as X rays, for instance.  Do you?

Thus cornered, Stephen had to make a superhuman effort of memory to try and concentrate and remember before he could say: 

—­They tell me on the best authority it is a simple substance and therefore incorruptible.  It would be immortal, I understand, but for the possibility of its annihilation by its First Cause Who, from all I can hear, is quite capable of adding that to the number of His other practical jokes, CORRUPTIO per Se and CORRUPTIO per ACCIDENS both being excluded by court etiquette.

Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the general gist of this though the mystical finesse involved was a bit out of his sublunary depth still he felt bound to enter a demurrer on the head of simple, promptly rejoining: 

—­Simple?  I shouldn’t think that is the proper word.  Of course, I grant you, to concede a point, you do knock across a simple soul once in a blue moon.  But what I am anxious to arrive at is it is one thing for instance to invent those rays Rontgen did or the telescope like Edison, though I believe it was before his time Galileo was the man, I mean, and the same applies to the laws, for example, of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as electricity but it’s a horse of quite another colour to say you believe in the existence of a supernatural God.