Улисс
Chapter 1
I’mstony.Hurryouttoyourschoolkipandbringusbacksomemoney.Todaythebardsmustdrinkandjunket.Irelandexpectsthateverymanthisdaywilldohisduty.
—Thatremindsme,Hainessaid,rising,thatIhavetovisityournationallibrarytoday.
—Ourswimfirst,BuckMulligansaid.
HeturnedtoStephenandaskedblandly:
—Isthisthedayforyourmonthlywash,Kinch?
ThenhesaidtoHaines:
—Theuncleanbardmakesapointofwashingonceamonth.
—AllIrelandiswashedbythegulfstream,Stephensaidashelethoneytrickleoverasliceoftheloaf.
Hainesfromthecornerwherehewasknottingeasilyascarfabouttheloosecollarofhistennisshirtspoke:
—Iintendtomakeacollectionofyoursayingsifyouwillletme.
Speakingtome.Theywashandtubandscrub.Agenbiteofinwit.Conscience.Yethere’saspot.
—ThatoneaboutthecrackedlookingglassofaservantbeingthesymbolofIrishartisdeucedgood.
BuckMulligankickedStephen’sfootunderthetableandsaidwithwarmthoftone:
—WaittillyouhearhimonHamlet,Haines.
—Well,Imeanit,Hainessaid,stillspeakingtoStephen.Iwasjustthinkingofitwhenthatpooroldcreaturecamein.
—WouldImakeanymoneybyit?Stephenasked.
Haineslaughedand,ashetookhissoftgreyhatfromtheholdfastofthehammock,said:
—Idon’tknow,I’msure.
Hestrolledouttothedoorway.BuckMulliganbentacrosstoStephenandsaidwithcoarsevigour:
—Youputyourhoofinitnow.Whatdidyousaythatfor?
—Well?Stephensaid.Theproblemistogetmoney.Fromwhom?Fromthemilkwomanorfromhim.
