The Annotated "Ulysses"/Page 012
He howled without looking up from the fire:
— It’s in the lock, Stephen said, coming forward.
The key scraped round harshly twice and, when the heavy door had been
set ajar, welcome light and bright air entered. Haines stood at the doorway,
looking out. Stephen haled his upended valise to the table and sat down to
wait. Buck Mulligan tossed the fry on to the dish beside him. Then he carried
the dish and a large teapot over to the table, set them down heavily and sighed
— I’m melting, he said, as the candle remarked when … But hush. Not a
word more on that subject. Kinch, wake up. Bread, butter, honey. Haines, come
in. The grub is ready. Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts. Where’s the
sugar? O, jay, there’s no milk.
Stephen fetched the loaf and the pot of honey and the buttercooler from
the locker. Buck Mulligan sat down in a sudden pet.
— What sort of a kip is this? he said. I told her to come after eight.
— We can drink it black, Stephen said. There’s a lemon in the locker.
— O, damn you and your Paris fads, Buck Mulligan said. I want
Haines came in from the doorway and said quietly:
— That woman is coming up with the milk.
— The blessings of God on you, Buck Mulligan cried, jumping up from
his chair. Sit down. Pour out the tea there. The sugar is in the bag. Here, I
can’t go fumbling at the damned eggs. He hacked through the fry on the dish
and slapped it out on three plates, saying:
— In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
Haines sat down to pour out the tea.
— I’m giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you
do make strong tea, don’t you?
Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old woman’s
— When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I
makes water I makes water.
— By Jove, it is tea, Haines said.
Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling:
— So I do, Mrs Cahill, says she. Begob, ma’am, says Mrs Cahill, God send
you don’t make them in the one pot.