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You
’
re
darned
witty
.
Three
drams
of
usquebaugh
you
drank
with
Dan
Deasy
’
s
ducats
.
How
much
did
I
spend
?
O
,
a
few
shillings
.
For
a
plump
of
pressmen
.
Humour
wet
and
dry
.
Wit
.
You
would
give
your
five
wits
for
youth
’
s
proud
livery
he
pranks
in
.
Lineaments
of
gratified
desire
.
There
be
many
mo
.
Take
her
for
me
.
In
pairing
time
.
Jove
,
a
cool
ruttime
send
them
.
Yea
,
turtledove
her
.
Eve
.
Naked
wheatbellied
sin
.
A
snake
coils
her
,
fang
in
’
s
kiss
.
—
Do
you
think
it
is
only
a
paradox
?
the
quaker
librarian
was
asking
.
The
mocker
is
never
taken
seriously
when
he
is
most
serious
.
They
talked
seriously
of
mocker
’
s
seriousness
.
Buck
Mulligan
’
s
again
heavy
face
eyed
Stephen
awhile
.
Then
,
his
head
wagging
,
he
came
near
,
drew
a
folded
telegram
from
his
pocket
.
His
mobile
lips
read
,
smiling
with
new
delight
.
