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Chapter 1
It’satossup,Ithink.
—Iblowhimoutaboutyou,BuckMulligansaid,andthenyoucomealongwithyourlousyleerandyourgloomyjesuitjibes.
—Iseelittlehope,Stephensaid,fromherorfromhim.
BuckMulligansighedtragicallyandlaidhishandonStephen’sarm.
—Fromme,Kinch,hesaid.
Inasuddenlychangedtoneheadded:
—TotellyoutheGod’struthIthinkyou’reright.Damnallelsetheyaregoodfor.Whydon’tyouplaythemasIdo?Tohellwiththemall.Letusgetoutofthekip.
Hestoodup,gravelyungirdledanddisrobedhimselfofhisgown,sayingresignedly:
—Mulliganisstrippedofhisgarments.
Heemptiedhispocketsontothetable.
—There’syoursnotrag,hesaid.
Andputtingonhisstiffcollarandrebellioustiehespoketothem,chidingthem,andtohisdanglingwatchchain.Hishandsplungedandrummagedinhistrunkwhilehecalledforacleanhandkerchief.God,we’llsimplyhavetodressthecharacter.Iwantpuceglovesandgreenboots.Contradiction.DoIcontradictmyself?Verywellthen,Icontradictmyself.MercurialMalachi.Alimpblackmissileflewoutofhistalkinghands.
—Andthere’syourLatinquarterhat,hesaid.
Stephenpickeditupandputiton.Hainescalledtothemfromthedoorway:
—Areyoucoming,youfellows?
—I’mready,BuckMulligananswered,goingtowardsthedoor.Comeout,Kinch.Youhaveeatenallweleft,Isuppose.Resignedhepassedoutwithgravewordsandgait,saying,wellnighwithsorrow:
—AndgoingforthhemetButterly.