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
What? The mild what? Sex slave? The mild, nubile sex slave that the fat guy's gonna shave from head to septum? And what's with no space in dressing gown? You think you're some kinda artist, doncha?
