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—
O
,
shade
of
Kinch
the
elder
!
Japhet
in
search
of
a
father
!
—
We
’
re
always
tired
in
the
morning
,
Stephen
said
to
Haines
.
And
it
is
rather
long
to
tell
.
Buck
Mulligan
,
walking
forward
again
,
raised
his
hands
.
—
The
sacred
pint
alone
can
unbind
the
tongue
of
Dedalus
,
he
said
.
—
I
mean
to
say
,
Haines
explained
to
Stephen
as
they
followed
,
this
tower
and
these
cliffs
here
remind
me
somehow
of
Elsinore
.
That
beetles
o
’
er
his
base
into
the
sea
,
isn
’
t
it
?
Buck
Mulligan
turned
suddenly
for
an
instant
towards
Stephen
but
did
not
speak
.
In
the
bright
silent
instant
Stephen
saw
his
own
image
in
cheap
dusty
mourning
between
their
gay
attires
.
—
It
’
s
a
wonderful
tale
,
Haines
said
,
bringing
them
to
halt
again
.
Eyes
,
pale
as
the
sea
the
wind
had
freshened
,
paler
,
firm
and
prudent
.
The
seas
’
ruler
,
he
gazed
southward
over
the
bay
,
empty
save
for
the
smokeplume
of
the
mailboat
vague
on
the
bright
skyline
and
a
sail
tacking
by
the
Muglins
.
—
I
read
a
theological
interpretation
of
it
somewhere
,
he
said
bemused
.
The
Father
and
the
Son
idea
.
The
Son
striving
to
be
atoned
with
the
Father
.
Buck
Mulligan
at
once
put
on
a
blithe
broadly
smiling
face
.
He
looked
at
them
,
his
wellshaped
mouth
open
happily
,
his
eyes
,
from
which
he
had
suddenly
withdrawn
all
shrewd
sense
,
blinking
with
mad
gaiety
.
He
moved
a
doll
’
s
head
to
and
fro
,
the
brims
of
his
Panama
hat
quivering
,
and
began
to
chant
in
a
quiet
happy
foolish
voice
:
