There is none now to be for Leopold what Leopold was for Rudolph.
Bloom is the only one left in the trinity, having survived father and son, Rudolph and Rudolph/Rudy.
The man was alive fifteen minutes before he was dead.
Corpse is meat gone bad. So what is cheese? Corpse of milk?
Things that wither express more than things that are immortal.
Sex and Death are irretrievably conflated in Nighttown: Corpse roam the streets along with the vestal not so virgins. Bloom sees Rabi Rudolph behind a crone with a lamp and tries to hide the swine in his coat pocket. Stephen sees his mother’s dead body as the guilt of the cardinal’s son/sin takes hold. Telemachus and Odysseus are united in grief.
Life is many days. This will end.