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Egomen. Who to unbelieve? Other chap.
—You are the only contributor to Dana who asks for
pieces of silver. Then I don’t know about the next number.
Fred Ryan wants space for an article on economics.
Fraidrine. Two pieces of silver he lent me. Tide you over.
Economics.
—For a guinea, Stephen said, you can publish this in-
terview.
Buck Mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling,
laughing: and then gravely said, honeying malice:
—I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence
in upper Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the
study of the Summa contra Gentiles in the company of two
gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie, the coalquay
whore.
He broke away.
—Come, Kinch. Come, wandering Aengus of the birds.
Come, Kinch. You have eaten all we left. Ay. I will serve
you your orts and offals.
Stephen rose.
Life is many days. This will end.
—We shall see you tonight, John Eglinton said. Notre
ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan must be there.
Buck Mulligan flaunted his slip and panama.
—Monsieur Moore, he said, lecturer on French letters to
the youth of Ireland. I’ll be there. Come, Kinch, the bards
must drink. Can you walk straight?
Laughing, he ...
Swill till eleven. Irish nights entertainment.