Mashup: Proyce and Joust

[Monte Davis]

A wonderful post at languagehat.com today:

"For a long time stately, plump Buck Mulligan used to go to bed early. 
Sometimes, when he had put out his candle, a yellow dressinggown, 
ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. And 
half an hour later he held the bowl aloft and intoned: Introibo ad 
altare dei; he would try to put away the book which, he imagined, was 
still in his hands, and he would peer down the dark winding stairs and 
call out coarsely: Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!; he had 
been thinking all the time, while he was asleep, of what he had just 
been reading, but his thoughts had run into a channel of their own, 
until solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest: a church, 
a tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains..."