Ulysses by James Joyce Chapter 9 Page 92

What have I learned? Of them? Of me?

Walk like Haines now.

The constant readers’ room. In the readers’ book Cashel Boyle O’Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell parafes his polysyllables. Item: was Hamlet mad? The quaker’s pate godlily with a priesteen in booktalk.

O please do, sir... I shall be most pleased...

Amused Buck Mulligan mused in pleasant murmur with himself, selfnodding:

A pleased bottom.

The turnstile.

Is that?... Blueribboned hat... Idly writing... What?

Looked?...

The curving balustrade: smoothsliding Mincius.