尤利西斯-第3章

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　It　is　indeed；　ma'am；　Buck　Mulligan　said；　pouring　milk　into　their　cups。　
　Taste　it；　sir；　she　said。　
He　drank　at　her　bidding。　
　If　we　could　only　live　on　good　food　like　that；　he　said　to　her　somewhat　loudly；　we　wouldn't　have　the　country　full　of　rotten　teeth　and　rotten　guts。　Living　in　a　bogswamp；　eating　cheap　food　and　the　streets　paved　with　dust；　horsedung　and　consumptives'　spits。　
　Are　you　a　medical　student；　sir？　the　old　woman　asked。　
　I　am；　ma'am；　Buck　Mulligan　answered。　
Stephen　listened　in　scornful　silence。　She　bows　her　old　head　to　a　voice　that　speaks　to　her　loudly；　her　bonesetter；　her　medicineman；　me　she　slights。　To　the　voice　that　will　shrive　and　oil　for　the　grave　all　there　is　of　her　but　her　woman's　unclean　loins；　of　man's　flesh　made　not　in　God's　likeness；　the　serpent's　prey。　And　to　the　loud　voice　that　now　bids　her　be　silent　with　wondering　unsteady　eyes。　
　Do　you　understand　what　he　says？　Stephen　asked　her。　
　Is　it　French　you　are　talking；　sir？　the　old　woman　said　to　Haines。　
Haines　spoke　to　her　again　a　longer　speech；　confidently。　
　Irish；　Buck　Mulligan　said。　Is　there　Gaelic　on　you？　
　I　thought　it　was　Irish；　she　said；　by　the　sound　of　it。　Are　you　from　west；　sir？　
　I　am　an　Englishman；　Haines　answered。　
　He's　English；　Buck　Mulligan　said；　and　he　thinks　we　ought　to　speak　Irish　in　Ireland。　
　Sure　we　ought　to；　the　old　woman　said；　and　I'm　ashamed　I　don't　speak　the　language　myself。　I'm　told　it's　a　grand　language　by　them　that　knows。　
　Grand　is　no　name　for　it；　said　Buck　Mulligan。　Wonderful　entirely。　Fill　us　out　some　more　tea；　Kinch。　Would　you　like　a　cup；　ma'am？　
　No；　thank　you；　sir；　the　old　woman　said；　slipping　the　ring　of　the　milkcan　on　her　forearm　and　about　to　go。　
Haines　said　to　her：　
　Have　you　your　bill？　We　had　better　pay　her；　Mulligan；　hadn't　we？　
Stephen　filled　the　three　cups。　
　Bill；　sir？　she　said；　halting。　Well；　it's　seven　mornings　a　pint　at　twopence　is　seven　twos　is　a　shilling　and　twopence　over　and　these　three　mornings　a　quart　at　fourpence　is　three　quarts　is　a　shilling　and　one　and　two　is　two　and　two；　sir。　
Buck　Mulligan　sighed　and　having　filled　his　mouth　with　a　crust　thickly　buttered　on　both　sides；　stretched　forth　his　legs　and　began　to　search　his　trouser　pockets。　
　Pay　up　and　look　pleasant；　Haines　said　to　him　smiling。　
Stephen　filled　a　third　cup；　a　spoonful　of　tea　colouring　faintly　the　thick　rich　milk。　Buck　Mulligan　brought　up　a　florin；　twisted　it　round　in　his　fingers　and　cried：　
　A　miracle！　
He　passed　it　along　the　table　towards　the　old　woman；　saying：　
　Ask　nothing　more　of　me；　sweet。　All　I　can　give　you　I　give。　Stephen　laid　the　coin　in　her　uneager　hand。　
　We'll　owe　twopence；　he　said。　
　Time　enough；　sir；　she　said；　taking　the　coin。　Time　enough。　Good　morning；　sir。　
She　curtseyed　and　went　out；　followed　by　Buck　Mulligan's　tender　chant：　
　Heart　of　my　heart；　were　it　more；
More　would　be　laid　at　your　feet。
He　turned　to　Stephen　and　said：　
　Seriously；　Dedalus。　I'm　stony。　Hurry　out　to　your　school　kip　and　bring　us　back　some　money。　Today　the　bards　must　drink　and　junket。　Ireland　expects　that　every　man　this　day　will　do　his　duty。　
　That　reminds　me；　Haines　said；　rising；　that　I　have　to　visit　your　national　library　today。　
　Our　swim　first；　Buck　Mulligan　said。　
He　turned　to　Stephen　and　asked　blandly：　
　Is　this　the　day　for　your　monthly　wash；　Kinch？　
Then　he　said　to　Haines：　
　The　unclean　bard　makes　a　point　of　washing　once　a　month。　
　All　Ireland　is　washed　by　the　gulfstream；　Stephen　said　as　he　let　honey　trickle　over　a　slice　of　the　loaf。　
Haines　from　the　corner　where　he　was　knotting　easily　a　scarf　about　the　loose　collar　of　his　tennis　shirt　spoke：　
　I　intend　to　make　a　collection　of　your　sayings　if　you　will　let　me。　
Speaking　to　me。　They　wash　and　tub　and　scrub。　Agenbite　of　inwit。　Conscience。　Yet　here's　a　spot。　
　That　one　about　the　cracked　lookingglass　of　a　servant　being　the　symbol　of　Irish　art　is　deuced　good。　
Buck　Mulligan　kicked　Stephen's　foot　under　the　table　and　said　with　warmth　of　tone：　
　Wait　till　you　hear　him　on　Hamlet；　Haines。　
　Well；　I　mean　it；　Haines　said；　still　speaking　to　Stephen。　I　was　just　thinking　of　it　when　that　poor　old　creature　came　in。　
　Would　I　make　money　by　it？　Stephen　asked。　
Haines　laughed　and；　as　he　took　his　soft　grey　hat　from　the　holdfast　of　the　hammock；　said：　
　I　don't　know；　I'm　sure。　
He　strolled　out　to　the　doorway。　Buck　Mulligan　bent　across　to　Stephen　and　said　with　coarse　vigour：　
　You　put　your　hoof　in　it　now。　What　did　you　say　that　for？　
　Well？　Stephen　said。　The　problem　is　to　get　money。　From　whom？　From　the　milkwoman　or　from　him。　It's　a　toss　up；　I　think。　
I　blow　him　out　about　you；　Buck　Mulligan　said；　and　then　you　e　along　with　your　lousy　leer　and　your　gloomy　jesuit　jibes。　
　I　see　little　hope；　Stephen　said；　from　her　or　from　him。　
Buck　Mulligan　sighed　tragically　and　laid　his　hand　on　Stephen's　arm。　
　From　me；　Kinch；　he　said。　
In　a　suddenly　changed　tone　he　added：　
　To　tell　you　the　God's　truth　I　think　you're　right。　Damn　all　else　they　are　good　for。　Why　don't　you　play　them　as　I　do？　To　hell　with　them　all。　Let　us　get　out　of　the　kip。　
He　stood　up；　gravely　ungirdled　and　disrobed　himself　of　his　gown；　saying　resignedly：　
　Mulligan　is　stripped　of　his　garments。　
He　emptied　his　pockets　on　to　the　table。　
　There's　your　snotrag；　he　said。　
And　putting　on　his　stiff　collar　and　rebellious　tie；　he　spoke　to　them；　chiding　them；　and　to　his　dangling　watchchain。　His　hands　plunged　and　rummaged　in　his　trunk　while　he　called　for　…　a　clean　handkerchief。　Agenbite　of　inwit。　God；　we'll　simply　have　to　dress　the　character。　I　want　puce　gloves　and　green　boots。　Contradiction。　Do　I　contradict　myself？　Very　well　then；　I　contradict　myself。　Mercurial　Malachi。　A　limp　black　missile　flew　out　of　his　talking　hands。　
　And　there's　your　Latin　quarter　hat；　he　said。　
Stephen　picked　it　up　and　put　it　on：　Haines　called　to　them　from　the　doorway：　
　Are　you　ing；　you　fellows？　
　I'm　ready；　Buck　Mulligan　answered；　going　towards　the　door。　e　out；　Kinch。　You　have　eaten　all　we　left；　I　suppose。　Resigned　he　passed　out　with　grave　words　and　gait；　saying；　wellnigh　with　sorrow：　
　And　going　forth　he　met　Butterly。　
Stephen；　taking　his　ashplant　from　its　leaningplace；　followed　them　out　and；　as　they　went　down　the　ladder；　pulled　to　the　slow　iron　door　and　locked　it。　He　put　the　huge　key　in　his　inner　pocket。　
At　the　foot　of　the　ladder　Buck　Mulligan　asked：　
　Did　you　bring　the　key？　
　I　have　it；　Stephen　said；　preceding　them。　
He　walked　on。　Behind　him　he　heard　Buck　Mulligan　club　with　his　heavy　bathtowel　the　leader　shoots　of　ferns　or　grasses。　
　Down；　sir。　How　dare　you；　sir？　Haines　asked：　
　Do　you　pay　rent　for　this　tower？　
　Twelve　quid；　Buck　Mulligan　said。　
　To　the　secretary　of　state　for　war；　Stephen　added　over　his　shoulder。　
They　halted　while　Haines　surveyed　the　tower　and　said　at　last：　
　Rather　bleak　in　wintertime；　I　should　say。　Martello　you　call　it？　
　Billy　Pitt　had　them　built；　Buck　Mulligan　said；　when　the　French　were　on　the　sea。　But　ours　is　the　omphalos。　
　What　is　your　idea　of　Hamlet？　Haines　asked　Stephen。　
　No；　no；　Buck　Mulligan　shouted　in　pain。　I'm　not　equal　to　Thomas　Aquinas　and　the　fiftyfive　reasons　he　has　made　to　prop　it　up。　Wait　till　I　have　a　few　pints　in　me　first。　
He　turned　to　Stephen；　saying　as　he　pulled　down　neatly　the　peaks　of　his　primrose　waistcoat：　
　You　couldn't　manage　it　under　three　pints；　Kinch；　could　you？　
　It　has　waited　so　long；　Stephen　said　listlessly；　it　can　wait　longer。　
　You　pique　my　curiosity；　Haines　said　amiably。　Is　it　some　paradox？　
　Pooh！　Buck　Mulligan　said。　We　have　grown　out　of　Wilde　and　paradoxes。　It's　quite　simple。　He　proves　by　algebra　that　Hamlet's　grandson　is　Shakespeare's　grandfather　and　that　he　himself　is　the　ghost　of　his　own　father。　
　What？　Haines　said；　beginning　to　point　at　Stephen。　He　himself？　
Buck　Mulligan　slung　his　towel　stolewise　round　his　neck　and；　bending　in　loose　laughter；　said　to　Stephen's　ear：　
　O；　shade　of　Kinch　the　elder！　Japhet　in　search　of　a　father！　
　We're　always　tired　in　the　morning；　Stephen　said　to　Haines。　And　it　is　rather　long　to　tell。　
Buck　Mulligan；　walking　forward　again；　raised　his　hands。　
　The　sacred　pint　alone　can　unbind　the　tongue　of　Dedalus；　he　said。　
　I　mean　to　say；　Haines　explained　to　Stephen　as　they　followed；　this　tower　and　these　cliffs　here　remind　me　somehow　of　Elsinore。　That　beetles　o'er　his　base　into　the　sea；　isn't　it？　
Buck　Mulligan　turned　suddenly　for　an　instant　towards　Stephen　but　did　not　speak。　In　the　bright　silent　instant　Stephen　saw　his　own　image　in　cheap　dusty　mourning　between　their　gay　attires。　
　It's　a　wonderful　tale；　Haines　said；　bringing　them　to　halt　again。　
Eyes；　pale　as　the　sea　the　wind　had　freshened；　paler；　firm　and　prudent。　The　seas'　ruler；　he　gazed　southward　over　the　bay；　empty　save　for　the　smokeplume　of　the　mailboat；　vague　on　the　bright　skyline；　and　a　sail　tacking　by　the　Muglins。　
　I　read　a　theological　interpretation　of　it　somewhere；　he　said　bemused。　The　Father　and　the　Son　idea。　The　Son　striving　to　be　atoned　with　the　Father。　
Buck　Mulligan　at　once　put　on　a　blithe　broadly　smiling　face。　He　looked　at　them；　his　wellshaped　mouth　open　happily；　his　eyes；　from　which　he　had　suddenly　withdrawn　all　shrewd　sense；　blinking　with　mad　gaiety。　He　moved　a　doll's　head　to　and　fro；　the　brims　of　his　Panama　hat　quivering；　and　began　to　chant　in　a　quiet　happy　foolish　voice：　
　I'm　the　queerest　young　fellow　that　ever　you　heard。　
My　mother's　a　jew；　my　father's　a　bird。
With　Joseph　the　joiner　I　cannot　agree；　
So　here's　to　disciples　and　Calvary。
He　held　up　a　forefinger　of　warning。　
　If　anyone　thinks　that　I　amn't　divine
He'll　get　no　free　drinks　when　I'm　making　the　wine　
But　have　to　drink　water　and　wish　it　were　plain　
That　I　make　when　the　wine　bees　water　again。
He　tugged　swiftly　at　Stephen's　ashplant　in　farewell　and；　running　forward　to　a　brow　of　the　cliff；　fluttered　his　hands　at　his　sides　like　fins　or　wings　of　one　about　to　rise　in　the　air；　and　chanted：　
　Goodbye；　now；　goodbye。　Write　down　all　I　said　
And　tell　Tom；　Dick　and　Harry　I　rose　from　the　dead。　
What's　bred　in　the　bone　cannot　fail　me　to　fly　
And　Olivet's　breezy。。。　Goodbye；　now；　goodbye。
He　capered　before　them　down　towards　the　fortyfoot　hole；　fluttering　his　winglike　hands；　leaping　nimbly；　Mercury's　hat　quivering　in　the　fresh　wind　that　bore　back　to　them　his　brief　birdlike　cries。　
Haines；　who　had　been　laughing　guardedly；　walked　on　beside　Stephen　and　said：　
　We　oughtn't　to　laugh；　I　suppose。　He's　rather　blasphemous。　I'm　not　a　believer　myself；　that　is　to　say。　Still　his　gaiety　takes　the　harm　out　of　it　somehow；　doesn't　it？　What　did　he　call　it？　Joseph　the　Joiner？　
　The　ballad　of　Joking　Jesus；　Stephen　answered。　
　O；　Haines　said；　you　have　heard　it　before？　
　Three　times　a　day；　after　meals；　Stephen　said　drily。　
　You're　not　a　believer；　are　you？　Haines　asked。　I　mean；　a　believer　in　the　narrow　sense　of　the　word。　Creation　from　nothing　and　miracles　and　a　personal　God。　
　There's　only　one　sense　of　the　word；　it　seems　to　me；　Stephen　said。　
Haines　stopped　to　take　out　a　smooth　silver　case　in　which　twinkled　a　green　stone。　He　sprang　it　open　with　his　thumb　and　offered　it。　
　Thank　you；　Stephen　said；　taking　a　cigarette。　
Haines　helped　himself　and　snapped　the　case　to。　He　put　it　back　in　his　sidepocket　and　took　from　his　waistcoatpocket　a　nickel　tinderbox；　sprang　it　open　too；　and；　having　lit　his　cigarette；　held　the　flaming　spunk　towards　Stephen　in　t