If It Is Thus, I

Time Is, Time Was, But Time Shall Be No More.

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.

Quotation Marks Quotato Marks! Bah!

Wipe Your Glosses With What You Know.

No One Would Think He'd Make Such A Beautiful Corpse.