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—
There
’
s
your
snotrag
,
he
said
.
And
putting
on
his
stiff
collar
and
rebellious
tie
he
spoke
to
them
,
chiding
them
,
and
to
his
dangling
watchchain
.
His
hands
plunged
and
rummaged
in
his
trunk
while
he
called
for
a
clean
handkerchief
.
God
,
we
’
ll
simply
have
to
dress
the
character
.
I
want
puce
gloves
and
green
boots
.
Contradiction
.
Do
I
contradict
myself
?
Very
well
then
,
I
contradict
myself
.
Mercurial
Malachi
.
A
limp
black
missile
flew
out
of
his
talking
hands
.
—
And
there
’
s
your
Latin
quarter
hat
,
he
said
.
Stephen
picked
it
up
and
put
it
on
.
Haines
called
to
them
from
the
doorway
:
—
Are
you
coming
,
you
fellows
?
—
I
’
m
ready
,
Buck
Mulligan
answered
,
going
towards
the
door
.
Come
out
,
Kinch
.
You
have
eaten
all
we
left
,
I
suppose
.
Resigned
he
passed
out
with
grave
words
and
gait
,
saying
,
wellnigh
with
sorrow
:
—
And
going
forth
he
met
Butterly
.
Stephen
,
taking
his
ashplant
from
its
leaningplace
,
followed
them
out
and
,
as
they
went
down
the
ladder
,
pulled
to
the
slow
iron
door
and
locked
it
.
He
put
the
huge
key
in
his
inner
pocket
.
At
the
foot
of
the
ladder
Buck
Mulligan
asked
:
—
Did
you
bring
the
key
?
