about the loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke:
―I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.
Speaking to me.
They wash and tub and scrub.
Agenbite of inwit. Conscience.
Yet here’s a spot.
―That one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol of Irish art is deuced good.
Buck Mulligan kicked Stephen’s foot under the table and said with warmth of tone:
―Wait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines.
―Well, I mean it, Haines said, still speaking to Stephen. I was just thinking of it when that poor old creature came in.
―Would I make