Stately plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown ungirdled was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: Introibo ad altare Dei.
Halted he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:
Come up Kinch! Come up you fearful jesuit!