Quotation from: Ulysses

Written by: James Joyce


Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf
gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his mower on
the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms.


To ourselves ... new paganism ... omphalos.


--Let him stay, Stephen said. There's nothing wrong with him except at
night.


--Then what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I'm
quite frank with you. What have you against me now?

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