Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed
another more of the bigtimers, to name no others, of whom great things were expected in the fulmfilming department, for the
no mass for the dead in the chapel and no procession. He had not died but he had faded out like a film in the sun.
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