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bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him
by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
PARIntroibo ad altare Dei.
PARHalted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called up
PARCome up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!
PARSolemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He
PARBuck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered
PARBack to barracks, he said sternly.
PARHe added in a preacher's tone:
PARFor this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine christine: body and
PARHe peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then
PARThanks, old chap, he cried briskly. That will do nicely. Switch
PARHe skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher,
PARThe mockery of it! he said gaily. Your absurd name, an ancient Greek!
PARHe pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet,
PARBuck Mulligan's gay voice went on.
PARMy name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two dactyls. But it has a
PARHe laid the brush aside and, laughing with delight, cried:
PARWill he come? The jejune jesuit!
PARCeasing, he began to shave with care.
PARTell me, Mulligan, Stephen said quietly.
PARYes, my love?
PARHow long is Haines going to stay in this tower?
PARBuck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder.
PARGod, isn't he dreadful? he said frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks
PARHe shaved warily over his chin.
PARHe was raving all night about a black panther, Stephen said. Where is
PARA woful lunatic! Mulligan said. Were you in a funk?
PARI was, Stephen said with energy and growing fear. Out here in the dark
PARBuck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. He hopped
PARScutter! he cried thickly.
PARHe came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen's
PARLend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.
PARStephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a
PARThe bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen.
PARHe mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his
PARGod! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet
original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother.
PARStephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he
PAROur mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said.
PARHe turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's
PARThe aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't
PARSomeone killed her, Stephen said gloomily.
PARYou could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother
PARHe broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant
PARBut a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest
PARHe shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.
PARStephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm PAR
PARBuck Mulligan wiped again his razorblade.
PARAh, poor dogsbody! he said in a kind voice. I must give you a shirt
PARThey fit well enough, Stephen answered.
PARBuck Mulligan attacked the hollow beneath his underlip.
PARThe mockery of it, he said contentedly. Secondleg they should be. God
PARThanks, Stephen said. I can't wear them if they are grey.
PARHe can't wear them, Buck Mulligan told his face in the mirror. Etiquette
PARHe folded his razor neatly and with stroking palps of fingers felt the
PARStephen turned his gaze from the sea and to the plump face with its
PARThat fellow I was with in the Ship last night, said Buck Mulligan, says
PARHe swept the mirror a half circle in the air to flash the tidings abroad
PARLook at yourself, he said, you dreadful bard!
PARStephen bent forward and peered at the mirror held out to him, cleft PAR
PARI pinched it out of the skivvy's room, Buck Mulligan said. It does her all
PARLaughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering
PARThe rage of Caliban at not seeing his face in a mirror, he said. If
PARDrawing back and pointing, Stephen said with bitterness:
PARIt is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant.
PARBuck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with
PARIt's not fair to tease you like that, Kinch, is it? he said kindly.
PARParried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The PAR
PARCracked lookingglass of a servant! Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs
PARCranly's arm. His arm. PAR
PARAnd to think of your having to beg from these swine. I'm the only one
PARYoung shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms.
shears. A scared calf's face gilded with marmalade. I don't want to
be PARShouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A
PARShouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A
PARLet him stay, Stephen said. There's nothing wrong with him except at
PARThen what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I'm quite
PARThey halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on
PARDo you wish me to tell you? he asked.
PARYes, what is it? Buck Mulligan answered. I don't remember anything.
PARHe looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his
PARStephen, depressed by his own voice, said:
PARDo you remember the first day I went to your house after my mother's
PARBuck Mulligan frowned quickly and said:
PARWhat? Where? I can't remember anything. I remember only ideas and
PARYou were making tea, Stephen said, and went across the landing to get
PARYes? Buck Mulligan said. What did I say? I forget.
PARYou said, Stephen answered, O, it's only Dedalus whose mother is
PARA flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to
PARDid I say that? he asked. Well? What harm is that?
PARHe shook his constraint from him nervously.
PARAnd what is death, he asked, your mother's or yours or my own? You
functioning. She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off
the quilt. Humour her till it's over. You crossed her last wish in death and
yet you sulk with me because I don't whinge like some hired mute from
Lalouette's. Absurd! I suppose I did say it. I didn't mean to offend
PARHe had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping
PARI am not thinking of the offence to my mother.
PAROf what then? Buck Mulligan asked.
PAROf the offence to me, Stephen answered.
PARBuck Mulligan swung round on his heel.
PARO, an impossible person! he exclaimed.
PARHe walked off quickly round the parapet. Stephen stood at his post,
PARA voice within the tower called loudly:
PARAre you up there, Mulligan?
PARI'm coming, Buck Mulligan answered.
PARHe turned towards Stephen and said:
PARLook at the sea. What does it care about offences? Chuck Loyola, Kinch,
PARHis head halted again for a moment at the top of the staircase, level
PARDon't mope over it all day, he said. I'm inconsequent. Give up the moody
PARHis head vanished but the drone of his descending voice boomed out
PARWoodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the PAR PARWhere now? PARHer secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with
PARA cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bay in
PARHer secrets: old featherfans, tasselled dancecards, powdered with
in the pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others
PARPhantasmal mirth, folded away: muskperfumed.
And no more turn aside and brood.
PARFolded away in the memory of nature with her toys. Memories beset PARIn a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its PARHer glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On PARGhoul! Chewer of corpses!
PARIn a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its
PARHer glazing eyes, staring out of death, to shake and bend my soul. On PARGhoul! Chewer of corpses!
PARGhoul! Chewer of corpses!
PARBuck Mulligan's voice sang from within the tower. It came nearer up
PARDedalus, come down, like a good mosey. Breakfast is ready. Haines is
PARI'm coming, Stephen said, turning.
PARDo, for Jesus' sake, Buck Mulligan said. For my sake and for all our
PARHis head disappeared and reappeared.
PARI told him your symbol of Irish art. He says it's very clever. Touch
PARI get paid this morning, Stephen said.
PARThe school kip? Buck Mulligan said. How much? Four quid? Lend us
PARIf you want it, Stephen said.
PARFour shining sovereigns, Buck Mulligan cried with delight. We'll have
PARHe flung up his hands and tramped down the stone stairs, singing out
PARWarm sunshine merrying over the sea. The nickel shavingbowl shone, PAR PAR
PARHe went over to it, held it in his hands awhile, feeling its coolness,
PARIn the gloomy domed livingroom of the tower Buck Mulligan's
PARWe'll be choked, Buck Mulligan said. Haines, open that door, will you?
PARStephen laid the shavingbowl on the locker. A tall figure rose from the
PARHave you the key? a voice asked.
PARDedalus has it, Buck Mulligan said. Janey Mack, I'm choked!
PARIt's in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.
PARThe key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had
doorway, looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and sat
down to wait. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside him. Then
he carried the dish and a large teapot over to the table, set them down
heavily and sighed with relief.
PARI'm melting, he said, as the candle remarked when.... But, hush! Not
PARStephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler
PARWhat sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.
PARWe can drink it black, Stephen said thirstily. There's a lemon in the
PARO, damn you and your Paris fads! Buck Mulligan said. I want Sandycove
PARHaines came in from the doorway and said quietly:
PARThat woman is coming up with the milk.
PARThe blessings of God on you! Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from his
PARHe hacked through the fry on the dish and slapped it out on three
PARIn nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
PARHaines sat down to pour out the tea.
PARI'm giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you do
PARBuck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old
PARWhen I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I
PARBy Jove, it is tea, Haines said.
PARBuck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling:
PARSo I do, Mrs Cahill, says she. Begob, ma'am, says Mrs
Cahill, God send
PARHe lunged towards his messmates in turn a thick slice of bread,
PARThat's folk, he said very earnestly, for your book, Haines. Five lines
PARHe turned to Stephen and asked in a fine puzzled voice, lifting his
PARCan you recall, brother, is mother Grogan's tea and water pot spoken
PARI doubt it, said Stephen gravely.
PARDo you now? Buck Mulligan said in the same tone. Your reasons, pray?
PARI fancy, Stephen said as he ate, it did not exist in or out of the
PARBuck Mulligan's face smiled with delight.
PARCharming! he said in a finical sweet voice, showing his white teeth
PARThen, suddenly overclouding all his features, he growled in a
PARFor old Mary Ann
PARHe crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned.
PARThe doorway was darkened by an entering form.
PARCome in, ma'am, Mulligan said. Kinch, get the jug.
PARAn old woman came forward and stood by Stephen's elbow.
PARThat's a lovely morning, sir, she said. Glory be to God.
PARTo whom? Mulligan said, glancing at her. Ah, to be sure!
PARStephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker.
PARThe islanders, Mulligan said to Haines casually, speak frequently of
PARHow much, sir? asked the old woman.
PARA quart, Stephen said.
PARHe watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich
and a tilly. Old and secret she had entered from a morning world, maybe a
messenger. She praised the goodness of the milk, pouring it out. Crouching
by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field, a witch on her toadstool, her
wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs. They lowed about her whom
they knew, dewsilky cattle. Silk of the kine and poor old woman, names
given her in old times. A wandering crone, lowly form of an immortal
serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer, their common cuckquean, a
messenger from the secret morning. To serve or to upbraid, whether he
could not tell: but scorned to beg her favour.
PARIt is indeed, ma'am, Buck Mulligan said, pouring milk into their cups.
PARTaste it, sir, she said.
PARHe drank at her bidding.
PARIf we could live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat loudly,
PARAre you a medical student, sir? the old woman asked.
PARI am, ma'am, Buck Mulligan answered.
PARLook at that now, she said.
PARStephen listened in scornful silence. She bows her old head to a voice PAR
PARDo you understand what he says? Stephen asked her.
PARIs it French you are talking, sir? the old woman said to Haines.
PARHaines spoke to her again a longer speech, confidently.
PARIrish, Buck Mulligan said. Is there Gaelic on you?
PARI thought it was Irish, she said, by the sound of it. Are you from the
PARI am an Englishman, Haines answered.
PARHe's English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak Irish
PARSure we ought to, the old woman said, and I'm ashamed I don't speak
PARGrand is no name for it, said Buck Mulligan. Wonderful entirely. Fill
PARNo, thank you, sir, the old woman said, slipping the ring of the milkcan
PARHaines said to her:
PARHave you your bill? We had better pay her, Mulligan, hadn't we?
PARStephen filled again the three cups.
PARBill, sir? she said, halting. Well, it's seven mornings a pint at twopence
PARBuck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust
PARPay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him, smiling.
PARStephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick
PARHe passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying:
PARAsk nothing more of me, sweet.
PARStephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.
PARWe'll owe twopence, he said.
PARTime enough, sir, she said, taking the coin. Time enough. Good morning,
PARShe curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan's tender
PARHeart of my heart, were it more,
PARHe turned to Stephen and said:
PARSeriously, Dedalus. I'm stony. Hurry out to your school kip and bring
PARThat reminds me, Haines said, rising, that I have to visit your national
PAROur swim first, Buck Mulligan said.
PARHe turned to Stephen and asked blandly:
PARIs this the day for your monthly wash, Kinch?
PARThen he said to Haines:
PARThe unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.
PARAll Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey
PARHaines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about
PARI intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.
PARSpeaking to me. They wash and tub and scrub. Agenbite of inwit. PAR
PARThat one about the cracked lookingglass of a servant being the symbol of
PARBuck Mulligan kicked Stephen's foot under the table and said with
PARWait till you hear him on Hamlet, Haines.
PARWell, I mean it, Haines said, still speaking to Stephen. I was just
PARWould I make any money by it? Stephen asked.
PARHaines laughed and, as he took his soft grey hat from the holdfast of
PARI don't know, I'm sure.
PARHe strolled out to the doorway. Buck Mulligan bent across to Stephen
PARYou put your hoof in it now. What did you say that for?
PARWell? Stephen said. The problem is to get money. From whom? From the
PARI blow him out about you, Buck Mulligan said, and then you come along
PARI see little hope, Stephen said, from her or from him.
PARBuck Mulligan sighed tragically and laid his hand on Stephen's arm.
PARFrom me, Kinch, he said.
PARIn a suddenly changed tone he added:
PARTo tell you the God's truth I think you're right. Damn all else they
PARHe stood up, gravely ungirdled and disrobed himself of his gown,
PARMulligan is stripped of his garments.
PARHe emptied his pockets on to the table.
PARThere's your snotrag, he said.
PARAnd putting on his stiff collar and rebellious tie he spoke to them,
PARAnd there's your Latin quarter hat, he said.
PARStephen picked it up and put it on. Haines called to them from the
PARAre you coming, you fellows?
PARI'm ready, Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the door. Come
PARResigned he passed out with grave words and gait, saying, wellnigh
PARAnd going forth he met Butterly.
PARStephen, taking his ashplant from its leaningplace, followed them out
PARAt the foot of the ladder Buck Mulligan asked:
PARDid you bring the key?
PARI have it, Stephen said, preceding them.
PARHe walked on. Behind him he heard Buck Mulligan club with his
PARDown, sir! How dare you, sir!
PARDo you pay rent for this tower?
PARTwelve quid, Buck Mulligan said.
PARTo the secretary of state for war, Stephen added over his shoulder.
PARThey halted while Haines surveyed the tower and said at last:
PARRather bleak in wintertime, I should say. Martello you call it?
PARBilly Pitt had them built, Buck Mulligan said, when the French were
PARWhat is your idea of Hamlet? Haines asked Stephen.
PARNo, no, Buck Mulligan shouted in pain. I'm not equal to Thomas
PARHe turned to Stephen, saying, as he pulled down neatly the peaks of
PARYou couldn't manage it under three pints, Kinch, could you?
PARIt has waited so long, Stephen said listlessly, it can wait longer.
PARYou pique my curiosity, Haines said amiably. Is it some paradox?
PARPooh! Buck Mulligan said. We have grown out of Wilde and paradoxes.
PARWhat? Haines said, beginning to point at Stephen. He himself?
PARBuck Mulligan slung his towel stolewise round his neck and, bending
PARO, shade of Kinch the elder! Japhet in search of 'a father!
PARWe're always tired in the morning, Stephen said to Haines. And it is
PARBuck Mulligan, walking forward again, raised his hands.
PARThe sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue of Dedalus, he said.
PARI mean to say, Haines explained to Stephen as they followed, this tower
PARBuck Mulligan turned suddenly for an instant towards Stephen but
PARIt's a wonderful tale, Haines said, bringing them to halt again.
PAREyes, pale as the sea the wind had freshened, paler, firm and prudent.
PARI read a theological interpretation of it somewhere, he said bemused.
PARBuck Mulligan at once put on a blithe broadly smiling face. He
PARI'm the queerest young fellow that ever you heard.
PARHe held up a forefinger of warning.
PARIf anyone thinks that I amn't divine
PARHe tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running
PARGoodbye, now, goodbye! Write down all I said
PARHe capered before them down towards the fortyfoot hole, fluttering
PARHaines, who had been laughing guardedly, walked on beside Stephen
PARWe oughtn't to laugh, I suppose. He's rather blasphemous. I'm not a
PARThe ballad of joking Jesus, Stephen answered.
PARO, Haines said, you have heard it before?
PARThree times a day, after meals, Stephen said drily.
PARYou're not a believer, are you? Haines asked. I mean, a believer in
PARThere's only one sense of the word, it seems to me, Stephen said.
PARHaines stopped to take out a smooth silver case in which twinkled a
PARThank you, Stephen said, taking a cigarette.
PARHaines helped himself and snapped the case to. He put it back in his
Stephen in the shell of his hands.
PARYes, of course, he said, as they went on again. Either you believe or
PARYou behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example
PARHe walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his PAR
PARAfter all, Haines began
PARStephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him
PARAfter all, I should think you are able to free yourself. You are your
PARI am a servant of two masters, Stephen said, an English and an Italian.
PARItalian? Haines said.
PARA crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel down before me. PAR
PARAnd a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs.
PARItalian? Haines said again. What do you mean?
PARThe imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and
PARHaines detached from his underlip some fibres of tobacco before he
PARI can quite understand that, he said calmly. An Irishman must think
PARThe proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph
who held that the Father was Himself His own Son. Words Mulligan had PARHear, hear! Prolonged applause. Zut! Nom de Dieu! PAR
PARHear, hear! Prolonged applause. Zut! Nom de Dieu!
PAROf course I'm a Britisher, Haines's voice said, and I feel as one. I don't
PARTwo men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching: businessman,
PARShe's making for Bullock harbour.
PARThe boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.
PARThere's five fathoms out there, he said. It'll be swept up that way
PARThe man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay PAR
PARThey followed the winding path down to the creek. Buck Mulligan
PARIs the brother with you, Malachi?
PARDown in Westmeath. With the Bannons.
PARStill there? I got a card from Bannon. Says he found a sweet young thing
PARSnapshot, eh? Brief exposure.
PARBuck Mulligan sat down to unlace his boots. An elderly man shot up
PARBuck Mulligan made way for him to scramble past and, glancing at
PARSeymour's back in town, the young man said, grasping again his spur
PARAh, go to God! Buck Mulligan said.
PARGoing over next week to stew. You know that red Carlisle girl, Lily?
PARSpooning with him last night on the pier. The father is rotto with money.
PARIs she up the pole?
PARBetter ask Seymour that.
PARSeymour a bleeding officer! Buck Mulligan said.
PARHe nodded to himself as he drew off his trousers and stood up, saying
PARRedheaded women buck like goats.
PARHe broke off in alarm, feeling his side under his flapping shirt.
PARMy twelfth rib is gone, he cried. I'm the bermench. Toothless
PARHe struggled out of his shirt and flung it behind him to where his
PARAre you going in here, Malachi?
PARYes. Make room in the bed.
PARThe young man shoved himself backward through the water and
PARAre you not coming in? Buck Mulligan asked.
PARLater on, Haines said. Not on my breakfast.
PARI'm going, Mulligan, he said.
PARGive us that key, Kinch, Buck Mulligan said, to keep my chemise flat.
PARStephen handed him the key. Buck Mulligan laid it across his heaped
PARAnd twopence, he said, for a pint. Throw it there.
PARStephen threw two pennies on the soft heap. Dressing, undressing.
PARHe who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake
PARHis plump body plunged.
PARWe'll see you again, Haines said, turning as Stephen walked up the path
PARHorn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon. PAR
PARThe Ship, Buck Mulligan cried. Half twelve.
PARGood, Stephen said.
PARHe walked along the upwardcurving path.
Iubilantium te Virginum.
PARThe priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly. I will
PARA voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to him from the sea.