This is the part of the P.T. Anderson film where we get a sort of montage where the camera sweeps back and forth through Dublin and pokes in and out of the various lives and characters. THe whole scene is held together with the dark shape of Bloom popping up here and there, the H.E.L.Y.’S men, the blind man, the cripple, and the well-dressed priest.
I’m surprised Mr. Deadlus is poor.
Judgmental they all are.