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Bullen is a surname, and may refer to:
- Arthur Henry Bullen (1857–1920), English editor, publisher, and a specialist in 16th and 17th century literature
- Charles Bullen, British military officer
- Charles Bullen (Utah politician), American politician
- Keith Edward Bullen (1906–1976), New Zealand-born mathematician and geophysicist
- Lee Bullen (born 1971), Scottish professional footballer
- Luke Bullen (born 1973), English drummer and percussionist
- Marc Bullen (born 1982), Australian rules footballer
- Nicholas Bullen (born 1968), English musician and artist
- Stafford Bullen (1925–2001), Australian circus proprietor and co-founder of the African Lion Safari at Warragamba and Bullen's Animal World.
- Teddy Bullen (1884–1917), English footballer
- William Bullen (18th century), English cricketer
Usage examples of "bullen".
Captain Bullen was unhappy and this last made me doubly unhappy, not because of any tenderness of feeling that I entertained towards the captain, but because when things went wrong with captain Bullen he invariably took it out of his chief officer.
I caught sight of captain Bullen perched on top of the companionway leading down from the main deck.
For a man who is dressed in gleaming whites from top to toe to give the impression of a black approaching thundercloud is no small feat, but captain Bullen managed it without any trouble.
But the interest of captain Bullen and the crew of the Campari was even more personal: the missing man was very much the root of all our troubles.
They refused to give him a reason and captain Bullen refused to return.
Three hours later captain Bullen was able to report with complete certainty that neither the missing scientist nor weapon was aboard.
Captain Bullen had radioed the federal authorities and then forgotten about it, or would have forgotten about it were it not that twice in the following two nights our radarscope had shown a mysterious vessel, without navigation lights, closing up from astern, then vanishing before dawn.
Captain Bullen, in a few simple, well-chosen words that had carried far and clear over the sunlit waters of Kingston harbour, had told the authorities that if the United States Navy proposed, in broad daylight, to board a British mercantile marine vessel in a British harbour, then they were welcome to try.
They were also welcome, he had added, to suffer, apart from the injuries and the loss of blood they would incur in the process, the very heavy penalties which would be imposed by an international court of maritime law arising from charges ranging from assault, through piracy, to an act of war, which maritime court, captain Bullen had added pointedly, had its seat, not in Washington, D.
Messages were received from both the company head office and the Ministry of Transport requiring captain Bullen to co-operate with the United States Navy.
He had, Commander Marsi had pointed out almost despairingly, to carry out his orders, but how would it be if he and captain Bullen put their own interpretation on those orders?
Captain Bullen fumed as steadily and sulphurously as a volcano about to erupt.
For all of the following twenty-four hours captain Bullen had brooded over the recent happenings, then had sent off a couple of cablegrams, one to the head office in London, the other to the Ministry of Transport, telling them what he, captain Bullen, thought of them.
And now, it seemed, they in turn had told captain Bullen what they thought of him.
Captain Bullen fished a handkerchief from his drills, removed his gold-braided cap, and slowly mopped his sandy hair and sweating brow.