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Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressing gown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

 

Halted, he peered down the dark, winding stairs and called out coarsely:

 

First lines from Ulysses by James Joyce, 1922

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Having been Jumonjied into an old game from the 1960s called Mystery Date and seeing two of their friends already dragged off into mystery dates, they knew not where.

 

Neither James nor William could bring himself to take a chance on being the next one to open "The Door."

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