“Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned :
— Introibo ad altare Dei.
Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called up coarsely :
— Come up, Kinch. Come up, you fearful Jesuit.”
2 Febbraio 1922. Libreria Shakespeare and Company dell’americana Sylvia Beach, numero 12 di rue de l’Odéon, Parigi. Entrare e trovarvi, finalmente, Ulisse.
“when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.