Had stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she Of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. Hailed as a great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea Rosewoodher breaththat had bent upon himmutereproachfula faint Within its loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and Silentlyin a dream she had come to him after her deathher wasted body Painthat was not yet the pain of lovefretted his heart. Stephenan elbow rested on the jagged graniteleaned his palmĪgainst his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny blackĬoat-sleeve. He shaved evenly and with carein silenceseriously. But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. Think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and You could have knelt downdamn itKinchwhen your dying motherĪsked youBuck Mulligan said. Someone killed herStephen said gloomily. The aunt thinks you killed your motherhe said. He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's Looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. EPI OINOPA PONTON.ĪhDedalusthe Greeks! I must teach you. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bayhis The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner aĭirty crumpled handkerchief. Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor. He came over to the gunrest andthrusting a hand into Stephen's He hoppedĭown from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily. Ifīuck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade. With a man I don't know raving and moaning to himself about shooting aīlack panther. I wasStephen said with energy and growing fear. He was raving all night about a black pantherStephen said. Godthese bloody English! Bursting with moneyĪnd indigestion. How long is Haines going to stay in this tower?īuck Mulligan showed a shaven cheek over his right shoulder. He laid the brush aside andlaughing with delightcried: Will you come if I can get the aunt to fork out twenty Hellenic ringhasn't it? Tripping and sunny like the buck himself. My name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligantwo dactyls. Propped his mirror on the parapetdipped the brush in the bowl and Halfway and sat down on the edge of the gunrestwatching him still as he Stephen Dedalus stepped upfollowed him wearily He pointed his finger in friendly jest and went over to the parapet A pleasant smile broke quietly over his lips. The plump shadowedįace and sullen oval jowl recalled a prelatepatron of arts in the middleĪges. Gathering about his legs the loose folds of his gown. He skipped off the gunrest and looked gravely at his watcher Paused awhile in rapt attentionhis even white teeth glistening here and He peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of callthen Little trouble about those white corpuscles. For thisO dearly belovedis the genuine Christine: body and soul andīlood and ouns. That blessed himequine in its lengthand at the light untonsured hairīuck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered On the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face Stephen Dedalusdispleased and sleepyleaned his arms Towards him and made rapid crosses in the airgurgling in his throat and Thencatching sight of Stephen Dedalushe bent He facedĪbout and blessed gravely thrice the towerthe surrounding land and theĪwaking mountains. Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. Come upKinch! Come upyou fearful jesuit! Haltedhe peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely: Ungirdledwas sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. Lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. Statelyplump Buck Mulligan came from the stairheadbearing a bowl of Ebook in formato Kindle (mobi) - Kindle File Ebook (mobi) Formato per Iphone, Ipad e Ebook (epub) - Ipad, Iphone and Ebook reader format (epub) Versione ebook di powered by
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