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—
We
call
it
D
.
B
.
C
.
because
they
have
damn
bad
cakes
.
O
,
but
you
missed
Dedalus
on
Hamlet
.
Haines
opened
his
newbought
book
.
—
I
’
m
sorry
,
he
said
.
Shakespeare
is
the
happy
huntingground
of
all
minds
that
have
lost
their
balance
.
The
onelegged
sailor
growled
at
the
area
of
14
Nelson
street
:
—
England
expects
.
.
.
Buck
Mulligan
’
s
primrose
waistcoat
shook
gaily
to
his
laughter
.
—
You
should
see
him
,
he
said
,
when
his
body
loses
its
balance
.
Wandering
Ængus
I
call
him
.
—
I
am
sure
he
has
an
idée
fixe
,
Haines
said
,
pinching
his
chin
thoughtfully
with
thumb
and
forefinger
.
Now
I
am
speculating
what
it
would
be
likely
to
be
.
Such
persons
always
have
.
Buck
Mulligan
bent
across
the
table
gravely
.
