Ulysses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 997 pages of information about Ulysses.

Ulysses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 997 pages of information about Ulysses.

—­I am an Englishman, Haines answered.

—­He’s English, Buck Mulligan said, and he thinks we ought to speak Irish in Ireland.

—­Sure we ought to, the old woman said, and I’m ashamed I don’t speak the language myself.  I’m told it’s a grand language by them that knows.

—­Grand is no name for it, said Buck Mulligan.  Wonderful entirely.  Fill us out some more tea, Kinch.  Would you like a cup, ma’am?

—­No, thank you, sir, the old woman said, slipping the ring of the milkcan on her forearm and about to go.

Haines said to her: 

—­Have you your bill?  We had better pay her, Mulligan, hadn’t we?

Stephen filled again the three cups.

—­Bill, sir? she said, halting.  Well, it’s seven mornings a pint at twopence is seven twos is a shilling and twopence over and these three mornings a quart at fourpence is three quarts is a shilling.  That’s a shilling and one and two is two and two, sir.

Buck Mulligan sighed and, having filled his mouth with a crust thickly buttered on both sides, stretched forth his legs and began to search his trouser pockets.

—­Pay up and look pleasant, Haines said to him, smiling.

Stephen filled a third cup, a spoonful of tea colouring faintly the thick rich milk.  Buck Mulligan brought up a florin, twisted it round in his fingers and cried: 

—­A miracle!

He passed it along the table towards the old woman, saying: 

—­Ask nothing more of me, sweet.  All I can give you I give.

Stephen laid the coin in her uneager hand.

—­We’ll owe twopence, he said.

—­Time enough, sir, she said, taking the coin.  Time enough.  Good morning, sir.

She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan’s tender chant: 

  —­Heart of my heart, were it more,
    more would be laid at your feet.

He turned to Stephen and said: 

—­Seriously, Dedalus.  I’m stony.  Hurry out to your school kip and bring us back some money.  Today the bards must drink and junket.  Ireland expects that every man this day will do his duty.

—­That reminds me, Haines said, rising, that I have to visit your national library today.

—­Our swim first, Buck Mulligan said.

He turned to Stephen and asked blandly: 

—­Is this the day for your monthly wash, Kinch?

Then he said to Haines: 

—­The unclean bard makes a point of washing once a month.

—­All Ireland is washed by the gulfstream, Stephen said as he let honey trickle over a slice of the loaf.

Haines from the corner where he was knotting easily a scarf about the loose collar of his tennis shirt spoke: 

—­I intend to make a collection of your sayings if you will let me.

Speaking to me.  They wash and tub and scrub.  Agenbite of inwit. 
Conscience.  Yet here’s a spot.

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