—­What? says Alf.

—­Love, says Bloom.  I mean the opposite of hatred.  I must go now, says he to John Wyse.  Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there.  If he comes just say I’ll be back in a second.  Just a moment.

Who’s hindering you?  And off he pops like greased lightning.

—­A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen.  Universal love.

—­Well, says John Wyse.  Isn’t that what we’re told.  Love your neighbour.

—­That chap? says the citizen.  Beggar my neighbour is his motto.  Love, moya!  He’s a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.

Love loves to love love.  Nurse loves the new chemist.  Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly.  Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle.  M. B. loves a fair gentleman.  Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow.  Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant.  Old Mr Verschoyle with the ear trumpet loves old Mrs Verschoyle with the turnedin eye.  The man in the brown macintosh loves a lady who is dead.  His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen.  Mrs Norman W. Tupper loves officer Taylor.  You love a certain person.  And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everybody.

—­Well, Joe, says I, your very good health and song.  More power, citizen.

—­Hurrah, there, says Joe.

—­The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, says the citizen.

And he ups with his pint to wet his whistle.

—­We know those canters, says he, preaching and picking your pocket.  What about sanctimonious Cromwell and his ironsides that put the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text god is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon?  The bible!  Did you read that skit in the united Irishman today about that Zulu chief that’s visiting England?

—­What’s that? says Joe.

So the citizen takes up one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts reading out: 

—­A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions.  The delegation partook of luncheon at the conclusion of which the dusky potentate, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his dearest possessions an illuminated bible, the volume of the word of God and the secret of England’s greatness, graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the Royal Donor.  The Alaki then