He:
- He turned a long you are wrong gaze on Stephen of timorous dark pride
- He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay
- He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea
- He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek
- He shook his constraint from him nervously
- He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke
- He shaved evenly and with care
- He has nothing to sit down on
- He folded his razor neatly
- He has nowhere to put it
Allan
Revich
(with words helpfully
supplied by James Joyce)
