Улисс
Chapter 1
—Dedalus,comedown,likeagoodmosey.Breakfastisready.Hainesisapologisingforwakinguslastnight.It’sallright.
—I’mcoming,Stephensaid,turning.
—Do,forJesus’sake,BuckMulligansaid.Formysakeandforalloursakes.
Hisheaddisappearedandreappeared.
—ItoldhimyoursymbolofIrishart.Hesaysit’sveryclever.Touchhimforaquid,willyou?Aguinea,Imean.
—Igetpaidthismorning,Stephensaid.
—Theschoolkip?BuckMulligansaid.Howmuch?Fourquid?Lendusone.
—Ifyouwantit,Stephensaid.
—Fourshiningsovereigns,BuckMulligancriedwithdelight.We’llhaveagloriousdrunktoastonishthedruidydruids.Fouromnipotentsovereigns.
Heflunguphishandsandtrampeddownthestonestairs,singingoutoftunewithaCockneyaccent:
O,won’twehaveamerrytime,
Drinkingwhisky,beerandwine!
Oncoronation,
Coronationday!
O,won’twehaveamerrytime
Oncoronationday!
Warmsunshinemerryingoverthesea.Thenickelshavingbowlshone,forgotten,ontheparapet.WhyshouldIbringitdown?Orleaveitthereallday,forgottenfriendship?
Hewentovertoit,helditinhishandsawhile,feelingitscoolness,smellingtheclammyslaverofthelatherinwhichthebrushwasstuck.SoIcarriedtheboatofincensethenatClongowes.Iamanothernowandyetthesame.Aservanttoo.Aserverofaservant.
InthegloomydomedlivingroomofthetowerBuckMulligan’sgownedformmovedbrisklytoandfroaboutthehearth,hidingandrevealingitsyellowglow.
