Lookatthesea。Whatdoesitcareaboutoffences？ChuckLoyola，Kinch，andcomeondown。TheSassenachwantshismorningrashers。
Hisheadhaltedagainforamomentatthetopofthestaircase，levelwiththeroof。
Don’tmopeoveritallday，hesaid。I’minconsequent。Giveupthemoodybrooding。
Hisheadvanishedbutthedroneofhisdescendingvoiceboomedoutofthestairhead：AndnomoreturnasideandbroodUponlove’sbittermysteryForFergusrulesthebrazencars。Woodshadowsfloatedsilentlybythroughthemorningpeacefromthestairheadseawardwherehegazed。Inshoreandfartheroutthemirrorofwaterwhitened，spurnedbylightshodhurryingfeet。Whitebreastofthedimsea。Thetwiningstresses，twobytwo。Ahandpluckingtheharpstringsmergingtheirtwiningchords。Wavewhiteweddedwordsshimmeringonthedimtide。
Acloudbegantocoverthesunslowly，shadowingthebayindeepergreen。
Itlaybehindhim，abowlofbitterwaters。Fergus’song：Isangitaloneinthehouse，holdingdownthelongdarkchords。Herdoorwasopen：shewantedtohearmymusic。SilentwithaweandpityIwenttoherbedside。
Shewascryinginherwretchedbed。Forthosewords，Stephen：love’sbittermystery。
Wherenow？
Hersecrets：oldfeatherfans，tasselleddancecards，powderedwithmusk，agaudofamberbeadsinherlockeddrawer。Abirdcagehunginthesunnywindowofherhousewhenshewasagirl。SheheardoldRoycesinginthepantomimeofTurkotheterribleandlaughedwithotherswhenhesang：IamtheboyThatcanenjoyInvisibility。Phantasmalmirth，foldedaway：muskperfumed。AndnomoreturnasideandbroodFoldedawayinthememoryofnaturewithhertoys。Memoriesbesethisbroodingbrain。Herglassofwaterfromthekitchentapwhenshehadapproachedthesacrament。Acoredapple，filledwithbrownsugar，roastingforheratthehobonadarkautumnevening。Hershapelyfingernailsreddenedbythebloodofsquashedlicefromthechildren’sshirts。
Inadream，silently，shehadcometohim，herwastedbodywithinitsloosegraveclothesgivingoffanodourofwaxandrosewood，herbreathbentoverhimwithmutesecretwords，afaintodourofwettedashes。
Herglazingeyes，staringoutofdeath，toshakeandbendmysoul。Onmealone。Theghostcandletolightheragony。Ghostlylightonthetorturedface。Herhoarseloudbreathrattlinginhorror，whileallprayedontheirknees。Hereyesonmetostrikemedown。Liliatarutilantiumteconfessorumturmacircumdet：iubilantiumtevirginumchorusexcipiat。
Ghoul！Chewerofcorpses！
Nomother。Letmebeandletmelive。
Kinchahoy！
BuckMulligan’svoicesangfromwithinthetower。Itcamenearerupthestaircase，callingagain。Stephen，stilltremblingathissoul’scry，heardwarmrunningsunlightandintheairbehindhimfriendlywords。
Dedalus，comedown，likeagoodmosey。Breakfastisready。Hainesisapologizingforwakinguslastnight。It’sallright。
I’mcoming，Stephensaid，turning。
Do，forJesus’sake，BuckMulligansaid。Formysakeandforalloursakes。
Hisheaddisappearedandreappeared。
ItoldhimyoursymbolofIrishart。Hesaysit’sveryclever。Touchhimforaquid，willyou？Aguinea，Imean。
Igetpaidthismorning，Stephensaid。
Theschoolkip？BuckMulligansaid。Howmuch？Fourquid？Lendusone。
Ifyouwantit，Stephensaid。
Fourshiningsovereigns，BuckMulligancriedwithdelight。We’llhaveagloriousdrunktoastonishthedruidydruids。Fouromnipotentsovereigns。
Heflunguphishandsandtrampeddownthestonestairs，singingoutoftunewithaCockneyaccent：O，won’twehaveamerrytimeDrinkingwhisky，beerandwine，Oncoronation，Coronationday？
O，won’twehaveamerrytimeOncoronationday？Warmsunshinemerryingoverthesea。Thenickelshaving-bowlshone，forgotten，ontheparapet。WhyshouldIbringitdown？Orleaveitthereallday，forgottenfriendship？
Hewentovertoit，helditinhishandsawhile，feelingitscoolness，smellingtheclammyslaverofthelatherinwhichthebrushwasstuck。
SoIcarriedtheboatofincensethenatClongowes。Iamanothernowandyetthesame。Aservanttoo。Aserverofaservant。
InthegloomydomedlivingroomofthetowerBuckMulligan’sgownedformmovedbrisklyaboutthehearthtoandfro，hidingandrevealingitsyellowglow。Twoshaftsofsoftdaylightfellacrosstheflaggedfloorfromthehighbarbicans：andatthemeetingoftheirraysacloudofcoalsmokeandfumesoffriedgreasefloated，turning。
We’llbechoked，BuckMulligansaid。Haines，openthatdoor，willyou？
Stephenlaidtheshavingbowlonthelocker。Atallfigurerosefromthehammockwhereithadbeensitting，wenttothedoorwayandpulledopentheinnerdoors。
Haveyouthekey？avoiceasked。
Dedalushasit，BuckMulligansaid。JaneyMack，I’mchoked。Hehowledwithoutlookingupfromthefire：
Kinch！
It’sinthelock，Stephensaid，comingforward。
Thekeyscrapedroundharshlytwiceand，whentheheavydoorhadbeensetajar，welcomelightandbrightairentered。Hainesstoodatthedoorway，lookingout。Stephenhaledhisupendedvalisetothetableandsatdowntowait。BuckMulligantossedthefryontothedishbesidehim。Thenhecarriedthedishandalargeteapotovertothetable，setthemdownheavilyandsighedwithrelief。
I’mmelting，hesaid，asthecandleremarkedwhen。
Buthush。Notawordmoreonthatsubject。Kinch，wakeup。Bread，butter，honey。Haines，comein。Thegrubisready。Blessus，OLord，andthesethygifts。Where’sthesugar？O，jay，there’snomilk。
Stephenfetchedtheloafandthepotofhoneyandthebuttercoolerfromthelocker。BuckMulligansatdowninasuddenpet。
Whatsortofakipisthis？hesaid。Itoldhertocomeaftereight。
Wecandrinkitblack，Stephensaid。There’salemoninthelocker。
O，damnyouandyourParisfads，BuckMulligansaid。IwantSandycovemilk。
Hainescameinfromthedoorwayandsaidquietly：
Thatwomaniscomingupwiththemilk。
TheblessingsofGodonyou，BuckMulligancried，jumpingupfromhischair。Sitdown。Pourouttheteathere。Thesugarisinthebag。Here，Ican’tgofumblingatthedamnedeggs。Hehackedthroughthefryonthedishandslappeditoutonthreeplates，saying：
InnominePatrisetFiliietSpiritusSancti。
Hainessatdowntopouroutthetea。
I’mgivingyoutwolumpseach，hesaid。But，Isay，Mulligan，youdomakestrongtea，don’tyou？
BuckMulligan，hewingthickslicesfromtheloaf，saidinanoldwoman’swheedlingvoice：
WhenImakesteaImakestea，asoldmotherGrogansaid。AndwhenImakeswaterImakeswater。
ByJove，itistea，Hainessaid。
BuckMulliganwentonhewingandwheedling：
SoIdo，MrsCahill，saysshe。Begob，ma’am，saysMrsCahill，Godsendyoudon’tmakethemintheonepot。
Helungedtowardshismessmatesinturnathicksliceofbread，impaledonhisknife。
That’sfolk，hesaidveryearnestly，foryourbook，Haines。FivelinesoftextandtenpagesofnotesaboutthefolkandthefishgodsofDundrum。Printedbytheweirdsistersintheyearofthebigwind。
HeturnedtoStephenandaskedinafinepuzzledvoice，liftinghisbrows：
Canyourecall，brother，ismotherGrogan’steaandwaterpotspokenofintheMabinogionorisitintheUpanishads？
Idoubtit，saidStephengravely。
Doyounow？BuckMulligansaidinthesametone。Yourreasons，pray？
Ifancy，Stephensaidasheate，itdidnotexistinoroutoftheMabinogion。MotherGroganwas，oneimagines，akinswomanofMaryAnn。
BuckMulligan’sfacesmiledwithdelight。
Charming，hesaidinafinicalsweetvoice，showinghiswhiteteethandblinkinghiseyespleasantly。Doyouthinkshewas？Quitecharming。
Then，suddenlyovercloudingallhisfeatures，hegrowledinahoarsenedraspingvoiceashehewedagainvigorouslyattheloaf：ForoldMaryAnnShedoesn’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。Awanderingcrone，lowlyformofanimmortalservingherconquerorandhergaybetrayer，theircommoncuckquean，amessengerfromthesecretmorning。Toserveortoupbraid，whetherhecouldnottell：butscornedtobegherfavour。
Itisindeed，ma’am，BuckMulligansaid，pouringmilkintotheircups。
Tasteit，sir，shesaid。
Hedrankatherbidding。
Ifwecouldonlyliveongoodfoodlikethat，hesaidtohersomewhatloudly，wewouldn’thavethecountryfullofrottenteethandrottenguts。
Livinginabogswamp，eatingcheapfoodandthestreetspavedwithdust，horsedungandconsumptives’spits。
Areyouamedicalstudent，sir？theoldwomanasked。
Iam，ma’am，BuckMulligananswered。
Stephenlistenedinscornfulsilence。Shebowsheroldheadtoavoicethatspeakstoherloudly，herbonesetter，hermedicineman；mesheslights。
Tothevoicethatwillshriveandoilforthegraveallthereisofherbutherwoman’suncleanloins，ofman’sfleshmadenotinGod’slikeness，theserpent’sprey。Andtotheloudvoicethatnowbidsherbesilentwithwonderingunsteadyeyes。
Doyouunderstandwhathesays？Stephenaskedher。
IsitFrenchyouaretalking，sir？theoldwomansaidtoHaines。
Hainesspoketoheragainalongerspeech，confidently。
Irish，BuckMulligansaid。IsthereGaeliconyou？
IthoughtitwasIrish，shesaid，bythesoundofit。Areyoufromwest，sir？
IamanEnglishman，Hainesanswered。
He’sEnglish，BuckMulligansaid，andhethinksweoughttospeakIrishinIreland。
Sureweoughtto，theoldwomansaid，andI’mashamedIdon’tspeakthelanguagemyself。I’mtoldit’sagrandlanguagebythemthatknows。
Grandisnonameforit，saidBuckMulligan。Wonderfulentirely。
Fillusoutsomemoretea，Kinch。Wouldyoulikeacup，ma’am？
No，thankyou，sir，theoldwomansaid，slippingtheringofthemilkcanonherforearmandabouttogo。
Hainessaidtoher：
Haveyouyourbill？Wehadbetterpayher，Mulligan，hadn’twe？
Stephenfilledthethreecups。
Bill，sir？shesaid，halting。Well，it’ssevenmorningsapintattwopenceisseventwosisashillingandtwopenceoverandthesethreemorningsaquartatfourpenceisthreequartsisashillingandoneandtwoistwoandtwo，sir。
BuckMulligansighedandhavingfilledhismouthwithacrustthicklybutteredonbothsides，stretchedforthhislegsandbegantosearchhistrouserpockets。
Payupandlookpleasant，Hainessaidtohimsmiling。
Stephenfilledathirdcup，aspoonfulofteacolouringfaintlythethickrichmilk。BuckMulliganbroughtupaflorin，twisteditroundinhisfingersandcried：
Amiracle！