Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 2 Page 35

The Evening Telegraph...

That will do, Mr Deasy said. There is no time to lose. Now I have to answer that letter from my cousin.

Good morning, sir, Stephen said, putting the sheets in his pocket. Thank you.

Not at all, Mr Deasy said as he searched the papers on his desk. I like to break a lance with you, old as I am.

Good morning, sir, Stephen said again, bowing to his bent back.

He went out by the open porch and down the gravel path under the trees, hearing the cries of voices and crack of sticks from the playfield. The lions couchant on the pillars as he passed out through the gate: toothless terrors. Still I will help him in his fight. Mulligan will dub me a new name: the bullockbefriending bard.