Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

The glow of a late autumn sunset covered the grass plots and walks. It cast a shower of kindly golden dust on the untidy nurses and decrepit old men who drowsed on the benches; it flickered upon all the moving figures - on the children who ran screaming along the gravel paths and on everyone who passed through the gardens.

Do you know what Ireland is?' asked Stephen with cold violence. 'Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.

Be just before you are generous.

Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.