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 by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
-- Introibo ad altare Dei.
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Ulysses of course! Happy Bloomsday to you and yours! Thought you might like this picture of our future president in the company of multiple Mollies!
http://daithaic.blogspot.com/2009/06/james-joyce-and-me.html
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