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.