Улисс
Chapter 1
Twoshaftsofsoftdaylightfellacrosstheflaggedfloorfromthehighbarbacans:andatthemeetingoftheirraysacloudofcoalsmokeandfumesoffriedgreasefloated,turning.
—We’llbechoked,BuckMulligansaid.Haines,openthatdoor,willyou?
Stephenlaidtheshavingbowlonthelocker.Atallfigurerosefromthehammockwhereithadbeensitting,wenttothedoorwayandpulledopentheinnerdoors.
—Haveyouthekey?avoiceasked.
—Dedalushasit,BuckMulligansaid.JaneyMack,I’mchoked!
Hehowled,withoutlookingupfromthefire:
—Kinch!
—It’sinthelock,Stephensaid,comingforward.
Thekeyscrapedroundharshlytwiceand,whentheheavydoorhadbeensetajar,welcomelightandbrightairentered.Hainesstoodatthedoorway,lookingout.Stephenhaledhisupendedvalisetothetableandsatdowntowait.BuckMulligantossedthefryontothedishbesidehim.Thenhecarriedthedishandalargeteapotovertothetable,setthemdownheavilyandsighedwithrelief.
—I’mmelting,hesaid,asthecandleremarkedwhen...But,hush!Notawordmoreonthatsubject!Kinch,wakeup!Bread,butter,honey.Haines,comein.Thegrubisready.Blessus,OLord,andthesethygifts.Where’sthesugar?O,jay,there’snomilk.
Stephenfetchedtheloafandthepotofhoneyandthebuttercoolerfromthelocker.BuckMulligansatdowninasuddenpet.
—Whatsortofakipisthis?hesaid.Itoldhertocomeaftereight.
—Wecandrinkitblack,Stephensaidthirstily.There’salemoninthelocker.
—O,damnyouandyourParisfads!BuckMulligansaid.IwantSandycovemilk.