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Part
.
The
moment
is
now
.
Where
then
?
If
Socrates
leave
his
house
today
,
if
Judas
go
forth
tonight
.
Why
?
That
lies
in
space
which
I
in
time
must
come
to
,
ineluctably
.
My
will
:
his
will
that
fronts
me
.
Seas
between
.
A
man
passed
out
between
them
,
bowing
,
greeting
.
—
Good
day
again
,
Buck
Mulligan
said
.
The
portico
.
Here
I
watched
the
birds
for
augury
.
Ængus
of
the
birds
.
They
go
,
they
come
.
Last
night
I
flew
.
Easily
flew
.
Men
wondered
.
Street
of
harlots
after
.
A
creamfruit
melon
he
held
to
me
.
In
.
You
will
see
.
—
The
wandering
jew
,
Buck
Mulligan
whispered
with
clown
’
s
awe
.
Did
you
see
his
eye
?
He
looked
upon
you
to
lust
after
you
I
fear
thee
,
ancient
mariner
.
O
,
Kinch
,
thou
art
in
peril
.
Get
thee
a
breechpad
.
Manner
of
Oxenford
.
Day
.
Wheelbarrow
sun
over
arch
of
bridge
.
