come up kinch
come out kinch

he thinks youre not a gentleman
hes stinking with money and thinks youre not a gentleman

god
or leave it there all day forgotten friendship

god
so i carried the boat of incense then at clongowes

i
a sail veering about the blank bay waiting for a swollen bundle to bob up roll over to the sun a puffy face saltwhite

why
they bundled their books away pencils clacking pages rustling

buck mulligan said
buck mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on stephens arm

a servant too
i am a servant of two masters stephen said an english and an italian