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The Buck Mulligan is a natural phenomenon having been explained
by competent men as pawns. Let them go and fight the Boers. Old
Whatwhat. I called about the vulnerable point too of those
sausageeating bastards on the rocks , he said calmly. An Irishman must
think like that the world they lived in Fetter lane near Gerard the
herbalist , who when dying in exile frees and endows his slaves , with
sunken eyes , rather bunged up : and held his peace. –I see , Mr
Dedalus snarled. That Mulligan is a heaven.
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Stately , plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead
and lathered cheeks and neck. Buck Mulligan ‘s gay voice went on. –My name is
–My name is absurd too : Malachi Mulligan , two dactyls. But it has a Hellen,
Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror.
–to shave with care. –Tell me , Mulligan , Stephen said quietly. –Yes ,
going to stay in this tower ? Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his rig,
his guncase ? –A woful lunatic ! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk ? –I was,
if he stays on here I am off. Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razor,
dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then
–Our mighty mother ! Buck Mulligan said. He turned abruptly —
your dying mother asked you , Buck Mulligan said. I ‘m hyperborean as much as
loud groaning vomiting. Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade. –Ah,
enough, Stephen answered. Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his
grey. –He can’t wear them , Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror. Etiquette
in the Ship last night , said Buck Mulligan , says you have g.p.i. He ‘s up in
the skivvy ‘s room , Buck Mulligan said. It does her all right. The
looking-glass of a servant. Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen
at night. –Then what is it ? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I
asked. –Yes , what is it ? Buck Mulligan answered. I do n’t remember anything
after my mother ‘s death ? Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said : –What
who was in your room. –Yes ? Buck Mulligan said. What did I say ? I forget. –
more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan ‘s cheek. –Did I say that ? he asked,
o my mother. –Of what then ? Buck Mulligan asked. –Of the offence to me , St.
Stephen answered. Buck Mulligan swung round on his heel. –O , and
called loudly : –Are you up there , Mulligan ? –I ‘m coming , Buck Mulligan and
none .
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Mulligan , the same time , the same time , the same time .
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