The University of Oxford (Oxford, England), is the oldest university in the English-speaking world, dating at least to the 11c. With its rival Cambrige, it is one of the two most selective and prestigious universities in the UK. Oxford has 39 colleges, each with its own internal structure and activities. Currently, Oxford prides itself on having educated 4 British, and at least 8 foreign kings, 47 Nobel prize-winners, 3 Fields medallists, 25 British Prime Ministers, 28 foreign presidents and prime ministers, 7 saints, 86 archbishops, 18 cardinals, and 1 pope.
"- He was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is his guncase?
- A woful lunatic! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk?
- I was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the dark with a man I don't know raving and moaning to himself about shooting a black panther. You saved men from drowning." (U1.57)
" I'm not a hero, however. If he stays on here I am off.
Buck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.
- Scutter! he cried thickly.
He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's upper pocket, said:
- Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor." (U1.62)
"Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.
Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said:
- The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you?' (U1.70)
"He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly.
- God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton." (U1.75)
"Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.
Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet." (U1.79)
"Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbour mouth of Kingstown.
- Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said.
He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face." (U1.82)
Kingstown was so named in 1821 (it was previously Dunleary), following a visit by King George IV. The King landed at Howth on August 12th, and made his public entry into Dublin five days later, driving by the North Circular Road to the Viceregal Lodge in Phoenix Park. He left Ireland on September 3rd from Dunleary, the foundations of whose harbour had been laid four years previously. Henceforth Dunleary was renamed Kingstown, and a monument placed to commemorate the event.
The Kingstown monument, seen here in a SV, was erected in 1821. It is a granite obelisk on the rocky shore, surmounted by a crown on a cushion. Of note, Kingstown's name was officially changed back to Dunleary (or Dun Loaghaire) in 1921.
"- The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you.
- Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily. " (U1.88)
"— You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you...." (U1.91)
"He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant smile curled his lips.
- But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all!
He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.
Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coatsleeve. Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart." (U1.95)
"Silently, in a dream she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, that had bent upon him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of wetted ashes. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting." (U1.102)
"Buck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade.
- Ah, poor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt and a few noserags." (U1.111)
"How are the secondhand breeks?
- They fit well enough, Stephen answered.
Buck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.
- The mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God knows what poxy bowsy left them off. I have a lovely pair with a hair stripe, grey. You'll look spiffing in them. I'm not joking, Kinch. You look damn well when you're dressed.
- Thanks, Stephen said. I can't wear them if they are grey.
- He can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror. Etiquette is etiquette. He kills his mother but he can't wear grey trousers.
He folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the smooth skin.
Stephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its smokeblue mobile eyes." (U1.113)
"- That fellow I was with in the Ship last night, said Buck Mulligan, says you have g.p.i. He's up in Dottyville with Conolly Norman. General paralysis of the insane!" (U1.127)
The Ship is a common pub name, the one on this postcard in Bideford (England). Mulligan was at The Ship at 6, Lower Abbey street.