I’ll take a m�lange, Haines said to the waitress.

Two m�langes, Buck Mulligan said. And bring us some scones and butter and some cakes as well.

When she had gone he said, laughing:

We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes. O, but you missed Dedalus on Hamlet.

Haines opened his newbought book.

I’m sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds that have lost their balance.

The onelegged sailor growled at the area of 14 Nelson street:

England expects...

Buck Mulligan’s primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.