[h]no way this works, right?[/h]

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no ifs, no buts, no scampo nation (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 18 August 2020 13:22 (one month ago) link

d'oh

no ifs, no buts, no scampo nation (Noodle Vague), Tuesday, 18 August 2020 13:25 (one month ago) link

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Ask yoreself: are you're standards too high? (Old Lunch), Tuesday, 18 August 2020 15:08 (one month ago) link

does [h] this work?[/h]

koogs, Wednesday, 19 August 2020 19:23 (one month ago) link

(doesn't nest. matches the first h with the first /h and hides that)

koogs, Wednesday, 19 August 2020 19:25 (one month ago) link

It's hidden texts...all the way down

peace, man, Wednesday, 19 August 2020 19:25 (one month ago) link

i couldn't change my display name to "saraell"

sarahell, Wednesday, 19 August 2020 22:02 (one month ago) link

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 on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

—Introibo ad altare Dei.

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

—Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.

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

—Back to barracks! he said sternly.

He added in a preacher’s tone:

—For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.

He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth glistening here and there with gold points. Chrysostomos. Two strong shrill whistles answered through the calm.

—Thanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch off the current, will you?

He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher, gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown. The plump shadowed face and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelate, patron of arts in the middle ages. A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips.

—The mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!

He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet, laughing to himself. Stephen Dedalus stepped up, followed him wearily halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrest, watching him still as he propped his mirror on the parapet, dipped the brush in the bowl and lathered cheeks and neck.

Buck Mulligan’s gay voice went on.

—My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls. But it has a Hellenic ring, hasn’t it? Tripping and sunny like the buck himself. We must go to Athens. Will you come if I can get the aunt to fork out twenty quid?

He laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried:

—Will he come? The jejune jesuit!

Ceasing, he began to shave with care.

—Tell me, Mulligan, Stephen said quietly.

—Yes, my love?

—How long is Haines going to stay in this tower?

Buck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.

—God, isn’t he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks you’re not a gentleman. God, these bloody English! Bursting with money and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You know, Dedalus, you have the real Oxford manner. He can’t make you out. O, my name for you is the best: Kinch, the knife-blade.

He shaved warily over his chin.

Piven After Midnight (The Yellow Kid), Friday, 21 August 2020 04:56 (one month ago) link

rats

Piven After Midnight (The Yellow Kid), Friday, 21 August 2020 04:56 (one month ago) link

oooh. could we be allowed to customized the hidden text break? i.e.

[h="My text here"]Asparagus![/h]

Nhex, Friday, 21 August 2020 08:18 (one month ago) link

Ha, I did wonder, yes.

Mark G, Friday, 21 August 2020 22:25 (one month ago) link

Please don't use the following characters in your display name: <, >, &, %, ', ", `, !, #, {, }, [, ].

So, thAt doesn't work either

Mark G, Friday, 21 August 2020 22:27 (one month ago) link

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cherry blossom, Sunday, 23 August 2020 11:23 (one month ago) link

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cherry blossom, Sunday, 23 August 2020 11:23 (one month ago) link

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cherry blossom, Sunday, 23 August 2020 11:24 (one month ago) link


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