"Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his laughter.
- You should see him, he said, when his body loses its balance. Wandering Ængus I call him.
- I am sure he has an idée fixe, Haines said, pinching his chin thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger. Now I am speculating what it would be likely to be. Such persons always have." (U10.1065)