"A limp black missile flew out of his talking hands.
— And there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.
Stephen picked it up and put it on. Haines called to them from the doorway:
— Are you coming, you fellows?
— I'm ready, Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the door. Come out, Kinch. You have eaten all we left, I suppose.
Resigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying, wellnigh with sorrow:
— And going forth he met Butterly" (U1.518)