little hope, Stephen said, from her or from him.
Buck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen’s arm.
―From me, Kinch, he said.
In a suddenly changed tone he added:
―To tell you the God’s truth I think you’re right.
- Damn all else they are good for.
- Why don’t you play them as I do?
- To hell with them all.
- Let us get out of the kip.
He stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown, saying resignedly:
―Mulligan is stripped of his garments.
He emptied his pockets on to the table.
―There’s your snotrag, he said.
And putting on his stiff