I

           Stately,plumpBuckMulligancamefromthestairhead,bearingabowloflatheronwhichamirrorandarazorlaycrossed.Ayellowdressinggown,ungirdled,wassustainedgentlybehindhimonthemildmorningair.Heheldthebowlaloftandintoned:

           —IntroiboadaltareDei.

           Halted,hepeereddownthedarkwindingstairsandcalledoutcoarsely:

           —Comeup,Kinch!Comeup,youfearfuljesuit!

           Solemnlyhecameforwardandmountedtheroundgunrest.Hefacedaboutandblessedgravelythricethetower,thesurroundinglandandtheawakingmountains.Then,catchingsightofStephenDedalus,hebenttowardshimandmaderapidcrossesintheair,gurglinginhisthroatandshakinghishead.StephenDedalus,displeasedandsleepy,leanedhisarmsonthetopofthestaircaseandlookedcoldlyattheshakinggurglingfacethatblessedhim,equineinitslength,andatthelightuntonsuredhair,grainedandhuedlikepaleoak.

           BuckMulliganpeepedaninstantunderthemirrorandthencoveredthebowlsmartly.

           —Backtobarracks!hesaidsternly.

           Headdedinapreacher’stone:

           —Forthis,Odearlybeloved,isthegenuineChristine:bodyandsoulandbloodandouns.Slowmusic,please.Shutyoureyes,gents.Onemoment.Alittletroubleaboutthosewhitecorpuscles.Silence,all.

           Hepeeredsidewaysupandgavealongslowwhistleofcall,thenpausedawhileinraptattention,hisevenwhiteteethglisteninghereandtherewithgoldpoints.Chrysostomos.Twostrongshrillwhistlesansweredthroughthecalm.

           —Thanks,oldchap,hecriedbriskly.Thatwilldonicely.