Улисс
Chapter 1
Heightofatower?No,shecanjumpme.
—Afraidofthechickenssheis,hesaidmockingly.Afraidofthechookchooks.Ineversawsuchastupidpussensasthepussens.
—Mrkrgnao!thecatsaidloudly.
Sheblinkedupoutofheravidshameclosingeyes,mewingplaintivelyandlong,showinghimhermilkwhiteteeth.Hewatchedthedarkeyeslitsnarrowingwithgreedtillhereyesweregreenstones.Thenhewenttothedresser,tookthejugHanlon’smilkmanhadjustfilledforhim,pouredwarmbubbledmilkonasaucerandsetitslowlyonthefloor.
—Gurrhr!shecried,runningtolap.
Hewatchedthebristlesshiningwirilyintheweaklightasshetippedthreetimesandlickedlightly.Wonderisittrueifyouclipthemtheycan’tmouseafter.Why?Theyshineinthedark,perhaps,thetips.Orkindoffeelersinthedark,perhaps.
Helistenedtoherlickinglap.Hamandeggs,no.Nogoodeggswiththisdrouth.Wantpurefreshwater.Thursday:notagooddayeitherforamuttonkidneyatBuckley’s.Friedwithbutter,ashakeofpepper.BetteraporkkidneyatDlugacz’s.Whilethekettleisboiling.Shelappedslower,thenlickingthesaucerclean.Whyaretheirtonguessorough?Tolapbetter,allporousholes.Nothingshecaneat?Heglancedroundhim.No.
Onquietlycreakybootshewentupthestaircasetothehall,pausedbythebedroomdoor.Shemightlikesomethingtasty.Thinbreadandbuttershelikesinthemorning.Stillperhaps:onceinaway.
Hesaidsoftlyinthebarehall:
—I’mgoingroundthecorner.Bebackinaminute.