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He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream.
Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter over
its smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.
—Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write
something in ten years.
—Seems a long way off, Haines said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon.
Still, I shouldn’t wonder if he did after all.
— Apr 03, 2026 07:22PM
Buck Mulligan slit a steaming scone in two and plastered butter over
its smoking pith. He bit off a soft piece hungrily.
—Ten years, he said, chewing and laughing. He is going to write
something in ten years.
—Seems a long way off, Haines said, thoughtfully lifting his spoon.
Still, I shouldn’t wonder if he did after all.
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A black crack of noise in the street... Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler... and his heart shook within the cage of his breast as he tasted the rumour of that storm. ... and Master Bloom,.. .spoke to him calming words to slumber his great fear, advertising how it was no other thing but a hubbub noise that he heard, the discharge of fluid from the thunderhead,.. all of the order of a natural phenomenon.
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And in the castle was set a board that was of the birchwood of Finlandy and it was upheld by four dwarfmen of that country but they durst not move more for enchantment.
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Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of blushes his word winning.
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[14] OXEN OF THE SUN
For who is there who anything of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality . . .
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For who is there who anything of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality . . .
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[14] OXEN OF THE SUN
For who is there who anything of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality . . .
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For who is there who anything of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour may be the surface of a downwardtending lutulent reality . . .
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that that exterior splendor may be the surface of a doenwardtending lutulent reality
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A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone.
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The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was
that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired
freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed longheaded
deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed hero.
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that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired
freelyfreckled shaggybearded widemouthed largenosed longheaded
deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed hero.
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—What’s your opinion of the times?
Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. But, begob, Joe was equal to
the occasion.
—I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his
fork.
So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:
—Foreign wars is the cause of it.
And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:
—It’s the Russians wish to tyrannise.
— Apr 12, 2026 10:14PM
Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. But, begob, Joe was equal to
the occasion.
—I think the markets are on a rise, says he, sliding his hand down his
fork.
So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says:
—Foreign wars is the cause of it.
And says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket:
—It’s the Russians wish to tyrannise.
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Passing by Roger Greene’s office and Dollard’s big red printinghouse Gerty MacDowell, carrying the Catesby’s cork lino letters for her father who was laid up, knew by the style it was the lord and lady lieutenant but she couldn’t see what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring’s
big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant.
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big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord lieutenant.
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Thank you, Samichtime. Good to hear from you.Mulligan’s humor at Stephen’s expense wears thin.
Thank you, Rida! Nice to hear from you.Fun chapter: people around town, going about their business.
Thank you, Melanie!Obviously the exaggerated use of butter on the fresh scones is meant to contrast with the plight of the Daedalus girls. The question why Stephen doesn’t offer Dilly any money to buy food is his fear that his father would abscond with it to buy drink. I think.
Thank you, Ella!Chapter X, Wandering Rocks is made up of all these little vignettes. The lavish description of Mulligan buttering his scone is obviously meant to contrast sharply with the poor plight of the Daedalus girls. The speculation about Stephen/Joyce writing something someday is interesting.
Thank you, Antun. Good to hear from you.Just enjoying the scenery.
Thank you, Jsiva!The exuberance and good nature of those with money.
Mulligan and Haines’ opulence placed in contrast to the Daedalus girls’ want. Plus Mulligan’s ever mocking Stephen.