Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.

Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.

A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan's cheek.

Buck Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower.

Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside him.

Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.

Buck Mulligan, walking forward again, raised his hands.

Buck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face.

Buck Mulligan gleefully bent back, laughing to the dark eavesdropping ceiling.

It's not clear how they dealt with the issue of Buck Mulligan's genitalia.