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Chapter 1
—IbelieveheisinDublinsomewhere,Stephenansweredunconcernedly.Why?
—Agiftedman,MrBloomsaidofMrDedalussenior,inmorerespectsthanoneandabornraconteurifevertherewasone.Hetakesgreatpride,quitelegitimate,outofyou.Youcouldgobackperhaps,hehasarded,stillthinkingoftheveryunpleasantsceneatWestlandRowterminuswhenitwasperfectlyevidentthattheothertwo,Mulligan,thatis,andthatEnglishtouristfriendofhis,whoeventuallyeuchredtheirthirdcompanion,werepatentlytryingasifthewholeballystationbelongedtothemtogiveStephentheslipintheconfusion,whichtheydid.
Therewasnoresponseforthcomingtothesuggestionhowever,suchasitwas,Stephen’smind’seyebeingtoobusilyengagedinrepicturinghisfamilyhearththelasttimehesawitwithhissisterDillysittingbytheingle,herhairhangingdown,waitingforsomeweakTrinidadshellcocoathatwasinthesootcoatedkettletobedonesothatsheandhecoulddrinkitwiththeoatmealwaterformilkaftertheFridayherringstheyhadeatenattwoapennywithaneggapieceforMaggy,BoodyandKatey,thecatmeanwhileunderthemangledevouringamessofeggshellsandcharredfishheadsandbonesonasquareofbrownpaper,inaccordancewiththethirdpreceptofthechurchtofastandabstainonthedayscommanded,itbeingquartertenseorifnot,emberdaysorsomethinglikethat.
