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Chapter 6
Then,hisheadwagging,hecamenear,drewafoldedtelegramfromhispocket.Hismobilelipsread,smilingwithnewdelight.
—Telegram!hesaid.Wonderfulinspiration!Telegram!Apapalbull!
Hesatonacorneroftheunlitdesk,readingaloudjoyfully:
—Thesentimentalistishewhowouldenjoywithoutincurringtheimmensedebtorshipforathingdone.Signed:Dedalus.Wheredidyoulaunchitfrom?Thekips?No.CollegeGreen.Haveyoudrunkthefourquid?Theauntisgoingtocallonyourunsubstantialfather.Telegram!MalachiMulligan,TheShip,lowerAbbeystreet.O,youpeerlessmummer!O,youpriestifiedKinchite!
Joyfullyhethrustmessageandenvelopeintoapocketbutkeenedinaquerulousbrogue:
—It’swhatI’mtellingyou,misterhoney,it’squeerandsickwewere,Hainesandmyself,thetimehimselfbroughtitin.’Twasmurmurwedidforagalluspotionwouldrouseafriar,I’mthinking,andhelimpwithleching.AndweonehourandtwohoursandthreehoursinConnery’ssittingcivilwaitingforpintsapiece.
Hewailed:
—Andwetobethere,mavrone,andyoutobeunbeknownstsendingusyourconglomerationsthewaywetohaveourtonguesoutayardlonglikethedrouthyclericsdobefaintingforapussful.
Stephenlaughed.
Quickly,warningfullyBuckMulliganbentdown.
—ThetramperSyngeislookingforyou,hesaid,tomurderyou.HeheardyoupissedonhishalldoorinGlasthule.He’soutinpampootiestomurderyou.
—Me!Stephenexclaimed.Thatwasyourcontributiontoliterature.
BuckMulligangleefullybentback,laughingtothedarkeavesdroppingceiling.
