Buck Mulligan's gay voice went on.
--My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls.
But it has a
Hellenic ring, hasn't it? Tripping and sunny like the
We must go to Athens. Will you come if I can get the
aunt to fork out
He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight,
--Will he come? The jejune jesuit!
Ceasing, he began to shave with care.
--Tell me, Mulligan, Stephen said quietly.
--Yes, my love?
--How long is Haines going to stay in this tower?
Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right
--God, isn't he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous
Saxon. He thinks
you're not a gentleman. God, these bloody English!
Bursting with money
and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You know,
have the real Oxford manner. He can't make you out. O,
my name for you
is the best: Kinch, the knife-blade.
He shaved warily over his chin.
--He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen
said. Where is
--A woful lunatic! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk?
--I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out