His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed
A film still veiled his eyes but they burned no longer. A power, akin to that which had often made anger or resentment
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