Seymour’s back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur of rock. Chucked medicine and going in for the army.

Ah, go to God!

Buck Mulligan said.

Going over next week to stew. You know that red Carlisle girl, Lily?

Yes.

Spooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with money.

Is she up the pole?

Better ask Seymour that.

Seymour a bleeding officer! Buck Mulligan said.

He nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying tritely:

Redheaded women buck like goats.