Ulysses，TelemachusTelemachusSTATELY，PLUMPBUCKMULLIGANCAMEFROMTHESTAIRHEAD，bearingabowloflatheronwhichamirrorandarazorlaycrossed。Ayellowdressinggown，ungirdled，wassustainedgently-behindhimbythemildmorningair。Heheldthebowlaloftandintoned：
IntroiboadaltareDei。
Halted，hepeereddownthedarkwindingstairsandcalledupcoarsely：
Comeup，Kinch。Comeup，youfearfuljesuit。
Solemnlyhecameforwardandmountedtheroundgunrest。Hefacedaboutandblessedgravelythricethetower，thesurroundingcountryandtheawakingmountains。Then，catchingsightofStephenDedalus，hebenttowardshimandmaderapidcrossesintheair，gurglinginhisthroatandshakinghishead。StephenDedalus，displeasedandsleepy，leanedhisarmsonthetopofthestaircaseandlookedcoldlyattheshakinggurglingfacethatblessedhim，equineinitslength，andatthelightuntonsuredhair，grainedandhuedlikepaleoak。
BuckMulliganpeepedaninstantunderthemirrorandthencoveredthebowlsmartly。
Backtobarracks，hesaidsternly。
Headdedinapreacher’stone：
Forthis，Odearlybeloved，isthegenuineChristine：bodyandsoulandbloodandouns。Slowmusic，please。Shutyoureyes，gents。Onemoment。
Alittletroubleaboutthosewhitecorpuscles。Silence，all。
Hepeeredsidewaysupandgavealonglowwhistleofcall，thenpausedawhileinraptattention，hisevenwhiteteethglisteninghereandtherewithgoldpoints。Chrysostomos。Twostrongshrillwhistlesansweredthroughthecalm。
Thanks，oldchap，hecriedbriskly。Thatwilldonicely。Switchoffthecurrent，willyou？
Heskippedoffthegunrestandlookedgravelyathiswatcher，gatheringabouthislegstheloosefoldsofhisgown。Theplumpshadowedfaceandsullenovaljowlrecalledaprelate，patronofartsinthemiddleages。
Apleasantsmilebrokequietlyoverhislips。
Themockeryofit，hesaidgaily。Yourabsurdname，anancientGreek。
Hepointedhisfingerinfriendlyjestandwentovertotheparapet，laughingtohimself。StephenDedalussteppedup，followedhimwearilyhalfwayandsatdownontheedgeofthegunrest，watchinghimstillasheproppedhismirrorontheparapet，dippedthebrushinthebowlandlatheredcheeksandneck。
BuckMulligan’sgayvoicewenton。
Mynameisabsurdtoo：MalachiMulligan，twodactyls。ButithasaHellenicring，hasn’tit？Trippingandsunnylikethebuckhimself。WemustgotoAthens。WillyoucomeifIcangettheaunttoforkouttwentyquid？
Helaidthebrushasideand，laughingwithdelight，cried：
Willhecome？Thejejunejesuit。
Ceasing，hebegantoshavewithcare。
Tellme，Mulligan，Stephensaidquietly。
Yes，mylove？
HowlongisHainesgoingtostayinthistower？
BuckMulliganshowedashavencheekoverhisrightshoulder。
God，isn’thedreadful？hesaidfrankly。AponderousSaxon。Hethinksyou’renotagentleman。God，thesebloodyEnglish。Burstingwithmoneyandindigestion。BecausehecomesfromOxford。Youknow，Dedalus；youhavetherealOxfordmanner。Hecan’tmakeyouout。O，mynameforyouisthebest：Kinch，theknife-blade。
Heshavedwarilyoverhischin。
Hewasravingallnightaboutablackpanther，Stephensaid。Whereishisguncase？
Awofullunatic，Mulligansaid。Wereyouinafunk？
Iwas，Stephensaidwithenergyandgrowingfear。OuthereinthedarkwithamanIdon’tknowravingandmoaningtohimselfaboutshootingablackpanther。Yousavedmenfromdrowning。I’mnotahero，however。
IfhestaysonhereIamoff。
BuckMulliganfrownedatthelatheronhisrazorblade。Hehoppeddownfromhisperchandbegantosearchhistrouserpocketshastily。
Scutter，hecriedthickly。
Hecameovertothegunrestand，thrustingahandintoStephen’supperpocket，said：
Lendusaloanofyournoseragtowipemyrazor。
Stephensufferedhimtopulloutandholduponshowbyitscorneradirtycrumpledhandkerchief。BuckMulliganwipedtherazorbladeneatly。
Then，gazingoverthehandkerchief，hesaid：
Thebard’snoserag。AnewartcolourforourIrishpoets：snotgreen。
Youcanalmosttasteit，can’tyou？
HemountedtotheparapetagainandgazedoutoverDublinbay，hisfairoakpalehairstirringslightly。
God，hesaidquietly。Isn’ttheseawhatAlgycallsit：agreysweetmother？Thesnotgreensea。Thescrotumtighteningsea。Epioinopaponton。
Ah，Dedalus，theGreeks。Imustteachyou。Youmustreadthemintheoriginal。Thalatta！Thalatta！Sheisourgreatsweetmother。Comeandlook。
Stephenstoodupandwentovertotheparapet。LeaningonithelookeddownonthewaterandonthemailboatclearingtheharbourmouthofKingstown。
Ourmightymother，BuckMulligansaid。
HeturnedabruptlyhisgreatsearchingeyesfromtheseatoStephen’sface。
Theauntthinksyoukilledyourmother，hesaid。That’swhyshewon’tletmehaveanythingtodowithyou。
Someonekilledher，Stephensaidgloomily。
Youcouldhavekneltdown，damnit，Kinch，whenyourdyingmotheraskedyou，BuckMulligansaid。I’mhyperboreanasmuchasyou。Buttothinkofyourmotherbeggingyouwithherlastbreathtokneeldownandprayforher。Andyourefused。Thereissomethingsinisterinyou。
Hebrokeoffandlatheredagainlightlyhisfarthercheek。Atolerantsmilecurledhislips。
Butalovelymummer，hemurmuredtohimself。Kinch，theloveliestmummerofthemall。
Heshavedevenlyandwithcare，insilence，seriously。
Stephen，anelbowrestedonthejaggedgranite，leanedhispalmagainsthisbrowandgazedatthefrayingedgeofhisshinyblackcoat-sleeve。
Pain，thatwasnotyetthepainoflove，frettedhisheart。Silently，inadreamshehadcometohimafterherdeath，herwastedbodywithinitsloosebrowngrave-clothesgivingoffanodourofwaxandrosewood，herbreath，thathadbentuponhim，mute，reproachful，afaintodourofwettedashes。Acrossthethreadbarecuffedgehesawtheseahailedasagreatsweetmotherbythewell-fedvoicebesidehim。Theringofbayandskylineheldadullgreenmassofliquid。Abowlofwhitechinahadstoodbesideherdeathbedholdingthegreensluggishbilewhichshehadtornupfromherrottingliverbyfitsofloudgroaningvomiting。
BuckMulliganwipedagainhisrazorblade。
Ah，poordogsbody，hesaidinakindvoice。Imustgiveyouashirtandfewnoserags。Howarethesecondhandbreeks？
Theyfitwellenough，Stephenanswered。
BuckMulliganattackedthehollowbeneathhisunderlip。
Themockeryofit，hesaidcontentedly，secondlegtheyshouldbe。
Godknowswhatpoxybowsyleftthemoff。Ihavealovelypairwithahairstripe，grey。You’lllookspiffinginthem。I’mnotjoking，Kinch。Youlookdamnwellwhenyou’redressed。
Thanks，Stephensaid。Ican’twearthemiftheyaregrey。
Hecan’twearthem，BuckMulligantoldhisfaceinthemirror。Etiquetteisetiquette。Hekillshismotherbuthecan’tweargreytrousers。
Hefoldedhisrazorneatlyandwithstrokingpalpsoffingersfeltthesmoothskin。
Stephenturnedhisgazefromtheseaandtotheplumpfacewithitssmokebluemobileeyes。
ThatfellowIwaswithintheShiplastnight，saidBuckMulligan，saysyouhaveg。p。i。He’supinDottyvillewithConollyNorman。Generalparalysisoftheinsane。
Hesweptthemirrorahalfcircleintheairtoflashthetidingsabroadinsunlightnowradiantonthesea。Hiscurlingshavenlipslaughedandtheedgesofhiswhiteglitteringteeth。Laughterseizedallhisstrongwellknittrunk。
Lookatyourself，hesaid，youdreadfulbard。
Stephenbentforwardandpeeredatthemirrorheldouttohim，cleftbyacrookedcrack，haironend。Asheandothersseeme。Whochosethisfaceforme？Thisdogsbodytoridofvermin。Itasksmetoo。
Ipincheditoutoftheskivvy’sroom，BuckMulligansaid。Itdoesherallright。Theauntalwayskeepsplain-lookingservantsforMalachi。
Leadhimnotintotemptation。AndhernameisUrsula。
Laughingagain，hebroughtthemirrorawayfromStephen’speeringeyes。
TherageofCalibanatnotseeinghisfaceinamirror，hesaid。
IfWildewereonlyalivetoseeyou。
Drawingbackandpointing，Stephensaidwithbitterness：
ItisasymbolofIrishart。ThecrackedlookingglassofaBuckMulligansuddenlylinkedhisarminStephen’sandwalkedwithhimroundthetower，hisrazorandmirrorclackinginthepocketwherehehadthrustthem。
It’snotfairtoteaseyoulikethat，Kinch，isit？hesaidkindly。
Godknowsyouhavemorespiritthananyofthem。
Parriedagain。HefearsthelancetofmyartasIfearthatofhis。
Thecoldsteelpen。
Crackedlookingglassofaservant。Tellthattotheoxychapdownstairsandtouchhimforaguinea。He’sstinkingwithmoneyandthinksyou’renotagentleman。HisoldfellowmadehistinbysellingjalaptoZulusorsomebloodyswindleorother。God，Kinch，ifyouandIcouldonlyworktogetherwemightdosomethingfortheisland。Helleniseit。
Cranly’sarm。Hisarm。
Andtothinkofyourhavingtobegfromtheseswine。I’mtheonlyonethatknowswhatyouare。Whydon’tyoutrustmemore？Whathaveyouupyournoseagainstme？IsitHaines？IfhemakesanynoisehereI’llbringdownSeymourandwe’llgivehimaraggingworsethantheygaveCliveKempthorpe。
YoungshoutsofmoneyedvoicesinCliveKempthorpe’srooms。Palefaces：
theyholdtheirribswithlaughter，oneclaspinganother，O，Ishallexpire！
Breakthenewstohergently，Aubrey！Ishalldie！Withslitribbonsofhisshirtwhippingtheairhehopsandhobblesroundthetable，withtrousersdownatheels，chasedbyAdesofMagdalenwiththetailor’sshears。Ascaredcalf’sfacegildedwithmarmalade。Idon’twanttobedebagged！Don’tyouplaythegiddyoxwithme！
Shoutsfromtheopenwindowstartlingeveninginthequadrangle。Adeafgardener，aproned，maskedwithMatthewArnold’sface，pusheshismoweronthesombrelawnwatchingnarrowlythedancingmotesofgrasshalms。
Toourselves……newpaganism……omphalos。
Lethimstay，Stephensaid。There’snothingwrongwithhimexceptatnight。
Thenwhatisit？BuckMulliganaskedimpatiently。Coughitup。I’mquitefrankwithyou。Whathaveyouagainstmenow？
Theyhalted，lookingtowardsthebluntcapeofBrayHeadthatlayonthewaterlikethesnoutofasleepingwhale。Stephenfreedhisarmquietly。
Doyouwishmetotellyou？heasked。
Yes，whatisit？BuckMulligananswered。Idon’trememberanything。
HelookedinStephen’sfaceashespoke。Alightwindpassedhisbrow，fanningsoftlyhisfairuncombedhairandstirringsilverpointsofanxietyinhiseyes。
Stephen，depressedbyhisownvoice，said：
DoyourememberthefirstdayIwenttoyourhouseaftermymother’sdeath？
BuckMulliganfrownedquicklyandsaid：
What？Where？Ican’trememberanything。Irememberonlyideasandsensations。Why？WhathappenedinthenameofGod？
Youweremakingtea，Stephensaid，andIwentacrossthelandingtogetmorehotwater。Yourmotherandsomevisitorcameoutofthedrawingroom。
Sheaskedyouwhowasinyourroom。
Yes？BuckMulligansaid。WhatdidIsay？Iforget。
Yousaid，Stephenanswered，O，it’sonlyDedaluswhosemotherisbeastlydead。
AflushwhichmadehimseemyoungerandmoreengagingrosetoBuckMulligan’scheek。
DidIsaythat？heasked。Well？Whatharmisthat？
Heshookhisconstraintfromhimnervously。
Andwhatisdeath，heasked，yourmother’soryoursormyown？Yousawonlyyourmotherdie。IseethempopoffeverydayintheMaterandRichmondandcutupintotripesinthedissectingroom。It’sabeastlythingandnothingelse。Itsimplydoesn’tmatter。Youwouldn’tkneeldowntoprayforyourmotheronherdeathbedwhensheaskedyou。Why？Becauseyouhavethecursedjesuitstraininyou，onlyit’sinjectedthewrongway。Tomeit’sallamockeryandbeastly。Hercerebrallobesarenotfunctioning。
ShecallsthedoctorSirPeterTeazleandpicksbuttercupsoffthequilt。
Humourhertillit’sover。YoucrossedherlastwishindeathandyetyousulkwithmebecauseIdon’twhingelikesomehiredmutefromLalouette’s。
Absurd！IsupposeIdidsayit。Ididn’tmeantooffendthememoryofyourmother。
Hehadspokenhimselfintoboldness。Stephen，shieldingthegapingwoundswhichthewordshadleftinhisheart，saidverycoldly：
Iamnotthinkingoftheoffencetomymother。
Ofwhat，then？BuckMulliganasked。
Oftheoffencetome，Stephenanswered。
BuckMulliganswungroundonhisheel。
O，animpossibleperson！heexclaimed。
Hewalkedoffquicklyroundtheparapet。Stephenstoodathispost，gazingoverthecalmseatowardstheheadland。Seaandheadlandnowgrewdim。Pulseswerebeatinginhiseyes，veilingtheirsight，andhefeltthefeverofhischeeks。
Avoicewithinthetowercalledloudly：
Areyouupthere，Mulligan？
I’mcoming，BuckMulligananswered。
HeturnedtowardsStephenandsaid：