Buck Mulligan stood up from his laughing scribbling, laughing: and then gravely said, honeying malice:

I called upon the bard Kinch at his summer residence in upper Mecklenburgh street and found him deep in the study of the Summa contra Gentiles in the company of two gonorrheal ladies, Fresh Nelly and Rosalie, the coalquay whore.

He broke away.

Come, Kinch. Come, wandering �ngus of the birds.

Come, Kinch. You have eaten all we left. Ay. I will serve you your orts and offals.

Stephen rose.

Life is many days. This will end.

We shall see you tonight, John Eglinton said. Notre ami Moore says Malachi Mulligan must be there.