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Ulisses

Ulisses

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Ulysses
 James Joyce
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Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead,bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor laycrossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustainedgently behind him on the mild morning air. He held thebowl aloft and intoned: — 
Introibo ad altare Dei 
.Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs andcalled out coarsely: —Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!Solemnly he came forward and mounted the roundgunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice thetower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains.Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towardshim and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in histhroat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeasedand sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase andlooked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him,equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair,grained and hued like pale oak.Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror andthen covered the bowl smartly.
 
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1305 —Back to barracks! he said sternly.He added in a preacher’s tone: —For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine:body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please.Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble aboutthose white corpuscles. Silence, all.He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even whiteteeth glistening here and there with gold points.Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answeredthrough the calm. —Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will donicely. Switch off the current, will you?He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at hiswatcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of hisgown. The plump shadowed face and sullen oval jowlrecalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. Apleasant smile broke quietly over his lips. —The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name,an ancient Greek!He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over tothe parapet, laughing to himself. Stephen Dedalus steppedup, followed him wearily halfway and sat down on theedge of the gunrest, watching him still as he propped his