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Puck Mulligan, panamahelmeted, went step by step, iambing, trolling:

— John Eglinton, my jo, John,
    Why won't you wed a wife?

line 1 is from Burns, but isn't line 2 something else?


He spluttered to the air:



— O, the chinless Chinaman! Chin Chon Eg Lin Ton. We went over to their playbox, Haines and I, the plumbers' hall. Our players are creating a new art for Europe like the Greeks or M. Maeterlinck. Abbey Theatre! I smell the pubic sweat of monks.

Chin Chin Chinaman


He spat blank.



Forgot: any more than he forgot the whipping lousy Lucy gave him. And left the femme de trente ans. And why no other children born? And his first child a girl?



Afterwit. Go back.



The dour recluse still there (he has his cake) and the douce youngling, minion of pleasure, Phedo's toyable fair hair.



Eh... I just eh... wanted... I forgot... eh...



— Longworth and M'Curdy Atkinson were there...



Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling:

— I hardly hear the purlieu cry
Or a Tommy talk as I pass one by
Before my thoughts begin to run
On F. M'Curdy Atkinson,
The same that had the wooden leg
And that filibustering filibeg
That never dared to slake his drouth,
Magee that had the chinless mouth.
Being afraid to marry on earth
They masturbated for all they were worth.

cf Yeats:

I hardly hear the curlew cry,
Nor the grey rush when wind is high,
Before my thoughts begin to run
On the heir of Ulad, Buan's son,
Baile who had the honey mouth,
And that mild woman of the south,
Aillinn, who was King Lugaid's heir.
Their love was never drowned in care
Of this or that thing, nor grew cold
Because their bodies had grown old;
Being forbid to marry on earth
They blossomed to immortal mirth.

Jest on. Know thyself.



Halted, below me, a quizzer looks at me. I halt.



— Mournful mummer, Buck Mulligan moaned. Synge has left off wearing black to be like nature. Only crows, priests and English coal are black.

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A laugh tripped over his lips.

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