>>I'm SURE the secret code-key to Strabo's antipodean lout-lingo can be found somewhere between Muck's bulligan and Molly's bloomers>>

Try taking a look in Dedalus' algebraic formula for proving that Shakespeare's ghost is in fact Hamlet's grandfather.

This seems to be the paradox in Joyce's work, but like Mulligan said, not as much of a paradox than Wilde's.

And Mulligan is the epitome of Public Enemy, as he shows here:

-I'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard.
My mother's a jew, my father's a bird.
With Joseph the joiner I cannot agree,
So here's to disciples and Cavalry.

-If anyone thinks that I amn't divine
He'll get no free drinks when I'm making the wine
But have to drink water and wish it were plain
That I make when the wine becomes water again.

-Goodbye, now, goodbye. Write down all I said
And tell Tom, Dick and Harry I rose from the dead.
What's bred in the bone cannot fail me to fly
And Olivet's breezy ... Goodbye, now, goodbye.

Of course Dedalus isn't too shabby himself, especially when he quotes Will for booty cash:

Put but[t] money in thy purse.