Four Novels by James Joyce. James Joyce

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СКАЧАТЬ 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. That's 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 any 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 come 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. 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 coming, you fellows?

      --I'm ready, Buck Mulligan answered, going towards the door. Come 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.

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