―We call it D. B. C. because they have damn bad cakes. O, but you missed Dedalus on Hamlet .

Haines opened his newbought book.

―I’m sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.

The onelegged sailor growled at the area of 14 Nelson street:

― England expects⁠ ⁠…

Buck Mulligan’s primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.

―You should see him, he said, when his body loses its balance. Wandering Ængus I call him.