Улісс
Chapter 1
Andwhenhehadheardhisvoicesayitheadded:
—Youdon’twantanythingforbreakfast?
Asleepysoftgruntanswered:
—Mn.
No.Shedidn’twantanything.Heheardthenawarmheavysigh,softer,assheturnedoverandtheloosebrassquoitsofthebedsteadjingled.Mustgetthosesettledreally.Pity.AllthewayfromGibraltar.ForgottenanylittleSpanishsheknew.Wonderwhatherfathergaveforit.Oldstyle.Ahyes!ofcourse.Boughtitatthegovernor’sauction.Gotashortknock.Hardasnailsatabargain,oldTweedy.Yes,sir.AtPlevnathatwas.Irosefromtheranks,sir,andI’mproudofit.Stillhehadbrainsenoughtomakethatcornerinstamps.Nowthatwasfarseeing.
Hishandtookhishatfromthepegoverhisinitialledheavyovercoatandhislostpropertyofficesecondhandwaterproof.Stamps:stickybackpictures.Daresaylotsofofficersareintheswimtoo.Coursetheydo.Thesweatedlegendinthecrownofhishattoldhimmutely:Plasto’shighgradeha.Hepeepedquicklyinsidetheleatherheadband.Whiteslipofpaper.Quitesafe.
Onthedoorstephefeltinhishippocketforthelatchkey.Notthere.InthetrousersIleftoff.Mustgetit.PotatoIhave.Creakywardrobe.Nousedisturbingher.Sheturnedoversleepilythattime.Hepulledthehalldoortoafterhimveryquietly,more,tillthefootleafdroppedgentlyoverthethreshold,alimplid.Lookedshut.AllrighttillIcomebackanyhow.
Hecrossedtothebrightside,avoidingtheloosecellarflapofnumberseventyfive.ThesunwasnearingthesteepleofGeorge’schurch.BeawarmdayIfancy.