Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the

untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.

gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light

his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking

and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned

towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat

awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent

and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about

--Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:

--_Introibo ad altare Dei_.

held the bowl aloft and intoned:

ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He

lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown,

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of

-- I --

by James Joyce

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