―Gentle Will is being roughly handled, gentle Mr Best said gently.

―Which will! gagged sweetly Buck Mulligan. We are getting mixed.

―The will to live, John Eglinton philosophised, for poor Ann, Will’s widow, is the will to die.

― Requiescat! Stephen prayed.

What of all the will to do?

It has vanished long ago⁠ ⁠…

What of all the will to do? It has vanished long ago⁠ ⁠…