Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 10 Page 55

Jackson, W. E. Wylie, A. Munro and H. T. Gahan, their stretched necks wagging, negotiated the curve by the College library.

Mr Dedalus, tugging a long moustache, came round from Williams’s row. He halted near his daughter.

It’s time for you, she said.

Stand up straight for the love of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus said. Are you trying to imitate your uncle John, the cornetplayer, head upon shoulder?

Melancholy God!

Dilly shrugged her shoulders. Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them and held them back.

Stand up straight, girl, he said. You’ll get curvature of the spine. Do you know what you look like?

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