What did you say that for?

Well? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom? From the milkwoman or from him. It’s a toss up, I think.

I blow him out about you, Buck Mulligan said, and then you come along with your lousy leer and your gloomy jesuit jibes.

I see little hope, Stephen said, from her or from him.

Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen’s arm.

From me, Kinch, he said.

In a suddenly changed tone he added:

To tell you the God’s truth I think you’re right. Damn all else they are good for. Why don’t you play them as I do? To hell with them all. Let us get out of the kip.