(for whom, as for the lollards, storm was shelter) bound their affections too with hoops of steel. Whether these be sins or virtues old Nobodaddy will tell us at doomsday leet. But a man who holds so tightly to what he calls his rights over what he calls his debts will hold tightly also to what he calls his rights over her whom he calls his wife. No sir smile neighbour shall covet his ox or his wife or his manservant or his maidservant or his jackass.

Or his jennyass, Buck Mulligan antiphoned.

Gentle Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said gently.

Which will? gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan. We are getting mixed.

The will to live, John Eglinton philosophised, for poor Ann, Will’s widow, is the will to die.