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           Chuckedmedicineandgoinginforthearmy.

           —Ah,gotoGod!BuckMulligansaid.

           —Goingovernextweektostew.YouknowthatredCarlislegirl,Lily?

           —Yes.

           —Spooningwithhimlastnightonthepier.Thefatherisrottowithmoney.

           —Issheupthepole?

           —BetteraskSeymourthat.

           —Seymourableedingofficer!BuckMulligansaid.

           Henoddedtohimselfashedrewoffhistrousersandstoodup,sayingtritely:

           —Redheadedwomenbucklikegoats.

           Hebrokeoffinalarm,feelinghissideunderhisflappingshirt.

           —Mytwelfthribisgone,hecried.I’mtheÜbermensch.ToothlessKinchandI,thesupermen.

           Hestruggledoutofhisshirtandflungitbehindhimtowherehisclotheslay.

           —Areyougoinginhere,Malachi?

           —Yes.Makeroominthebed.

           Theyoungmanshovedhimselfbackwardthroughthewaterandreachedthemiddleofthecreekintwolongcleanstrokes.Hainessatdownonastone,smoking.

           —Areyounotcomingin?BuckMulliganasked.

           —Lateron,Hainessaid.Notonmybreakfast.

           Stephenturnedaway.

           —I’mgoing,Mulligan,hesaid.

           —Giveusthatkey,Kinch,BuckMulligansaid,tokeepmychemiseflat.

           Stephenhandedhimthekey.BuckMulliganlaiditacrosshisheapedclothes.

           —Andtwopence,hesaid,forapint.Throwitthere.

           Stephenthrewtwopenniesonthesoftheap.Dressing,undressing.BuckMulliganerect,withjoinedhandsbeforehim,saidsolemnly:

           —HewhostealethfromthepoorlendethtotheLord.ThusspakeZarathustra.

           Hisplumpbodyplunged.

           —We’llseeyouagain,Hainessaid,turningasStephenwalkedupthepathandsmilingatwildIrish