1 Ulysses
—First my riddle, Lenehan said. Are you ready?
Mr O’Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal
tweed, came in from the hallway. Stephen Dedalus, behind
him, uncovered as he entered.
—Entrez, mes enfants! Lenehan cried.
—I escort a suppliant, Mr O’Madden Burke said melodi-
ously. Youth led by Experience visits Notoriety.
—How do you do? the editor said, holding out a hand.
Come in. Your governor is just gone.???Lenehan said to all:
—Silence! What opera resembles a railwayline? Reflect,
ponder, excogitate, reply.
Stephen handed over the typed sheets, pointing to the
title and signature.
—Who? the editor asked.
Bit torn off.
—Mr Garrett Deasy, Stephen said.
—That old pelters, the editor said. Who tore it? Was he
short taken?On swift sail flaming
From storm and south
He comes, pale vampire,
Mouth to my mouth.—Good day, Stephen, the professor said, coming to peer