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Buck Mulligan's Resume (Major Fiction Blog)

BUCK MULLIGAN

To whomever may read this, my name is Malachi "Buck" Mulligan. I have spent most of my education earning a degree in the medicines despite my negative perception of the human condition. I have been described as cynical by some, stately by others, and a bastard by one. Despite all this, some of my past actions have been deemed as heroic. I have saved a number of people from drowning, which adds to how quite a few people tolerate my personality.

I am what is called an avid classicist, as I believe that Ireland should be Hellenized, partly due to my idolization of Nietzsche, which, I believe, would make me a hyperborean by now. I, additionally, do not believe in the ridiculousness of the Celtic Revival, despite my involvement in Dublin's literary systems.

I am particularly chummy with a man named Stephen "Kinch" Deadalus, with whom I share residence with in the Sandycove Martello Tower. For a while now, we have learned to share possessions and earnings. Although I have my doubts with this man, I do admire his intelligence as well as his physique. My aforementioned doubts are about how his mother's death was in his own hands. I believe I may have angered him due to my ill-timed remarks about his mother, as he began to call me "mine enemy" and depart from the tower.

Despite how troublesome I may sound, I believe that my education will make up for this. Please do consider my application to this medical facility.

Sincerely,

Malachi "Buck" Mulligan


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