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Chapter 1
MotherGroganwas,oneimagines,akinswomanofMaryAnn.
BuckMulligan’sfacesmiledwithdelight.
—Charming!hesaidinafinicalsweetvoice,showinghiswhiteteethandblinkinghiseyespleasantly.Doyouthinkshewas?Quitecharming!
Then,suddenlyovercloudingallhisfeatures,hegrowledinahoarsenedraspingvoiceashehewedagainvigorouslyattheloaf:
—ForoldMaryAnn
Shedoesn’tcareadamn.
But,hisingupherpetticoats...
Hecrammedhismouthwithfryandmunchedanddroned.
Thedoorwaywasdarkenedbyanenteringform.
—Themilk,sir!
—Comein,ma’am,Mulligansaid.Kinch,getthejug.
AnoldwomancameforwardandstoodbyStephen’selbow.
—That’salovelymorning,sir,shesaid.GlorybetoGod.
—Towhom?Mulligansaid,glancingather.Ah,tobesure!
Stephenreachedbackandtookthemilkjugfromthelocker.
—Theislanders,MulligansaidtoHainescasually,speakfrequentlyofthecollectorofprepuces.
—Howmuch,sir?askedtheoldwoman.
—Aquart,Stephensaid.
Hewatchedherpourintothemeasureandthenceintothejugrichwhitemilk,nothers.Oldshrunkenpaps.Shepouredagainameasurefulandatilly.Oldandsecretshehadenteredfromamorningworld,maybeamessenger.Shepraisedthegoodnessofthemilk,pouringitout.Crouchingbyapatientcowatdaybreakinthelushfield,awitchonhertoadstool,herwrinkledfingersquickatthesquirtingdugs.Theylowedaboutherwhomtheyknew,dewsilkycattle.Silkofthekineandpooroldwoman,namesgivenherinoldtimes.