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— Seymour’s back in town, the young man said, grasping again his
spur of rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.
— Ah, go to God, Buck Mulligan said.
— Going over next week to stew. You know that red Carlisle girl,
Lily?
— Yes.
— Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with
money.
— Is she up the pole?
— Better ask Seymour that.
— Seymour a bleeding officer, Buck Mulligan said.
He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying
tritely :
— Redheaded women buck like goats.
He broke off in alarm, feeling his side under his flapping shirt.
— My twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I’m the Uebermensch. Toothless
Kinch and I, the supermen.
He struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
clothes lay.
— Are you going in here, Malachi?
— Yes. Make room in !he bed.
The young man shoved himself backward through the water and reached
the middle of the creek in two long clean strokes. Haines sat down on a stone,
smoking.
— Are you not coming in, Buck Mulligan asked.
— Later on, Haines said. Not on my breakfast.
Stephen turned away.
— I’m going, Mulligan, he said.
— Give us that key, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said, to keep my chemise
flat.
Stephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped
clothes.
— And twopence, he said, for a pint. Throw it there.
Stephen threw two pennies on the soft heap. Dressing, undressing. Buck
Mulligan erect, with joined hands before him, said solemnly :
— He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake
Zarathustra.