The anecdote about how they think the Panama Canal works is genuinely funny since it’s obvious neither have been there but are dead certain that they can pull the lie off. A working man that is not respected had only himself to blame.
Sound and fragments and thoughts resonating around and around the sound of Bloom and deaf Pat the waiter waiting and listening and the piano tinkling and Simon singing and gold and bronze drinking and laughing a greasyeyed Bloom – who’d marry that?!
And Molly and Martha and silly Milly who has no talent for scales and tuning forks whose sound resound around the dying rats gnawing underground.