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Ceasing
,
he
began
to
shave
with
care
.
—
Tell
me
,
Mulligan
,
Stephen
said
quietly
.
—
Yes
,
my
love
?
—
How
long
is
Haines
going
to
stay
in
this
tower
?
Buck
Mulligan
showed
a
shaven
cheek
over
his
right
shoulder
.
—
God
,
isn
’
t
he
dreadful
?
he
said
frankly
.
A
ponderous
Saxon
.
He
thinks
you
’
re
not
a
gentleman
.
God
,
these
bloody
English
!
Bursting
with
money
and
indigestion
.
Because
he
comes
from
Oxford
.
You
know
,
Dedalus
,
you
have
the
real
Oxford
manner
.
He
can
’
t
make
you
out
.
O
,
my
name
for
you
is
the
best
:
Kinch
,
the
knife
-
blade
.
He
shaved
warily
over
his
chin
.
—
He
was
raving
all
night
about
a
black
panther
,
Stephen
said
.
Where
is
his
guncase
?
—
A
woful
lunatic
!
Mulligan
said
.
Were
you
in
a
funk
?
—
I
was
,
Stephen
said
with
energy
and
growing
fear
.
Out
here
in
the
dark
with
a
man
I
don
’
t
know
raving
and
moaning
to
himself
about
shooting
a
black
panther
.
You
saved
men
from
drowning
.
I
’
m
not
a
hero
,
however
.
If
he
stays
on
here
I
am
off
.
