Bloom walks a roundabout route toward the downtown post
office, thinking about the people he passes and about the funeral
he will attend at 11:00 A.M. While reading
packet labels in the window of the Belfast and Oriental Tea Company,
Bloom takes out the postal card for his pseudo-nym, Henry Flower.
Inspired by the tea labels, Bloom imagines the heady atmosphere
of the East. He surreptitiously walks into the post office and picks
up a typed letter addressed to his pseudonym.
Outside the post office, Bloom opens his letter, but
before he can read it, he is accosted by McCoy. Bloom makes small
talk with McCoy while he tries to determine what is pinned to the
letter, now in his pocket. While Bloom watches a sexy, upper-class
woman across the street, McCoy makes small talk about Paddy Dignam’s death,
which he heard about from Bantam Lyons. Bloom anticipates seeing
the woman’s leg as she steps into her cab, but a tram blocks his
view. Still chatting with McCoy, Bloom opens his newspaper and reads
an ad: “What is a home without / Plumtree’s Potted Meat?
/ Incomplete. / With it an abode of bliss.” McCoy and Bloom
speak about Molly’s upcoming concert tour (McCoy’s wife is an aspiring singer).
Bloom thinks of Boylan’s letter this morning and skirts the topic
of Boylan’s management of Molly’s tour. Taking leave of Bloom, McCoy
asks him to put McCoy’s name down in the Dignam’s funeral register.
As McCoy leaves, Bloom thinks of the inferior singing ability of
Bloom sees an advertisement for the play Leah. Bloom
remembers the story line, which involves the blind, dying Abraham
recognizing the voice of his long-lost son, Nathan. This reminds
Bloom of his own father’s death. Bloom finally pulls out his letter—it
has a flower inside. The letter is from his erotic penpal, Martha
Clifford. In it, she asks to meet her correspondent in person, calls
him “naughty” for using a certain word in his last letter, and,
finally, asks him what kind of perfume his wife uses. Bloom puts
the letter back in his pocket. He will never agree to meet her,
but he will push further with the wording of his next letter. Bloom
pulls the flower pin out of the enclosed flower and contemplates
the many pins of women’s clothes. A song comes to mind: “O, Mairy
lost the pin of her drawers. . . .” He thinks of the names Martha
and Mary, and of a painting of the biblical Martha and Mary.
Under a railway arch, Bloom tears up the envelope from
Martha. Bloom steps into the backdoor of a church, reads the missionary notice,
and ponders tactics for bringing religion to natives. Inside the
church, a ceremony is in progress. Bloom considers that churches
provide opportunities for sitting close to attractive women. He
thinks of the power of Latin to stupefy. Sitting down in a pew,
Bloom ponders the communal feeling that must come from taking communion.
He thinks about Martha acting indignantly respectable
one minute about his diction, but asking to meet with him (a married man)
the next minute. This discrepancy reminds Bloom of the turncoat
Carey, who had a respectable, religious life, but was also involved
with the “Invincibles” who committed the Phoenix Park murders. Bloom
watches the priest rinse out the wine chalice and wonders why they
do not use Guinness or another beverage. Looking at the choir loft,
Bloom thinks of Molly’s performance of the Stabat Mater. As
the priest finishes the ceremony, Bloom admires the effectiveness
of the institution of confession and the idea of reform. The mass
ended, Bloom gets up to leave before donations are requested. Bloom
checks the time and heads toward Sweny’s to order Molly’s lotion,
though he has left the recipe (along with his key) at home in his
At the chemist’s, Bloom thinks of alchemy and sedatives.
While the chemist searches for the lotion recipe, Bloom thinks of
Molly’s lovely skin and wonders if he has time for a bath. Bloom
takes a lemon soap from the chemist and plans to return later to
pick up the lotion and pay for both. As he leaves the shop, Bloom
runs into Bantam Lyons. Lyons asks to see Bloom’s newspaper so he
can check on a horse race. Bloom tells Lyons he can keep the paper
since Bloom was only going to throw it away. Lyons, mistaking Bloom’s
statement for a tip on a racehorse, hands the paper back to Bloom, thanks
him and rushes off. Bloom thinks disgustedly about betting fever
and begins to walk toward the public baths. He critiques an ineffective
advertisement for college sports. He greets Hornblower, the porter,
and thinks ahead to the moment when his body will be naked and reclined
in a tub, his penis limp and floating like a flower.