e Upanishads？
I doubt it； said Stephen gravely。
Do you now？ Buck Mulligan said in the same tone。 Your reasons； pray？
I fancy； Stephen said as he ate； it did not exist in or out of the Mabinogion。 Mother Grogan was； one imagines； a kinswoman of Mary Ann。
Buck Mulligan's face smiled with delight。
Charming； he said in a finical sweet voice； showing his white teeth and blinking his eyes pleasantly。 Do you think she was？ Quite charming。
Then； suddenly overclouding all his features； he growled in a hoarsened rasping voice as he hewed again vigorously at the loaf：
For old Mary Ann
She doesn't care a damn；
But； hising up her petticoats。。。
He crammed his mouth with fry and munched and droned。
The doorway was darkened by an entering form。
The milk； sir。
e in； ma'am； Mulligan said。 Kinch； get the jug。
An old woman came forward and stood by Stephen's elbow。
That's a lovely morning； sir； she said。 Glory be to God。
To whom？ Mulligan said； glancing at her。 Ah； to be sure。 Stephen reached back and took the milkjug from the locker。
The islanders； Mulligan said to Haines casually； speak frequently of the collector of prepuces。
How much； sir？ asked the old woman。
A quart； Stephen said。
He watched her pour into the measure and thence into the jug rich white milk； not hers。 Old shrunken paps。 She poured again a measureful and a tilly。 Old and secret she had entered from a morning world； maybe a messenger。 She praised the goodness of the milk； pouring it out。 Crouching by a patient cow at daybreak in the lush field； a witch on her toadstool； her wrinkled fingers quick at the squirting dugs。 They lowed about her whom they knew； dewsilky cattle。 Silk of the kine and poor old woman； names given her in old times。 A wandering crone； lowly form of an immortal serving her conqueror and her gay betrayer； their mon cuckquean； a messenger from the secret morning。 To serve or to upbraid； whether he could not tell： but scorned to beg her favour。
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？